With a salacious smile, I thread my fingers through Rogan’s hair and pull his ear down to my mouth.
I look around to make sure no one can hear us, and then I saucily whisper, “How about I spend the night riding your cock so hard and so good that you won’t be able to stop screaming my name and coming inside my wet pussy.” I nip his lobe while my quiet promises sink in, and then I pull away when he groans quietly in approval.
The other guys are all talking animatedly about something, but Rogan only has eyes for me right now. As he runs his gaze over me, his pupils are so big that there’s barely any green to his heated stare at all anymore. His breathing is shallow, and he watches me like he’s ready to consume me right here and now.
“I vote we leave them here and come back for them later. I can’t handle a long car ride home with these two eye-humping each other the whole time,” Marx whines, and Elon chuckles as he pulls up the ley line app on his phone.
I blush, feeling bad about making shit awkward, but Rogan makes it so damn hard.
Literally.
Gah, I’m hopeless.
“He’s right,” I tell Rogan, feeling completely embarrassed. “We shouldn’t be allowed to be around people until we learn to behave. We’re the couple I always mimed gagging behind to make the other sufferers in the group feel less uncomfortable. How did we go so wrong so fast?” I demand, thoroughly overdramatic. “What have you done to me, Kendrick?”
He laughs, and I can tell by the look on his face there’s a sexual innuendo locked and loaded on his masterful tongue. I press a finger to his lips.
“Your brother is right there,” I remind him.
He rolls his eyes and sighs against my finger. I take it away tentatively and huff out relief when nothing cringy slips out of his full lips.
Man, I need to get home and in a soundproof room alone with this man STAT.
Elon clicks on a button in the app, and I hear the resonance of the line we’re jumping to begin to hum out of his speakers. I listen for a beat, trying to focus on the sound and feel of the line so we can apparate home. Instead, a wide happy smile sneaks across my face as I realize something. Rogan notices and threads our hands together as he leans down.
“That better not be because you’re thinking dirty thoughts?” he whispers playfully in my ear.
I swat at his shoulder with my free hand, shaking my head no with a laugh.
“It’s nothing really, it’s just that we totally rocked our first fight,” I tell him, the smile I’m wearing growing impossibly wider.
Rogan’s quiet for a beat, and in my periphery, I catch Prek closing his eyes and pulling a deep breath into his lungs. I watch as he silently and almost meditatively aligns his magic with that of the ley line before us. The moment the two frequencies connect and match, it’s as though Prek has put himself into hyperdrive, and the ley line grabs a hold of him and his magic and yanks him away. I study the faint trail of light that’s left in his wake until it disappears altogether in a matter of seconds. Elon looks around to make sure we’re all ready. After the rest of us give him a confirming nod, he exits out of the ley line app on his phone, closes his eyes, and then he too is pulled away into the line.
Rogan watches Elon leave, always looking out for his brother, and then he turns back to me. “We didrockour first fight, didn’t we,” he agrees, teasing me about my word usage, his smile now matching mine.
“We’re liketotallynailing this relationship thing,” I rib, my Valley girl accent mocking the one Marx and Elon were just doing.
Marx eyes us and shakes his head, an amused grin stretching across his face. “I’m happy for you, man, but don’t forget that you have the car keys. Don’t go getting any bright ideas about ditching us and sneaking off with your girl.”
I laugh and roll my eyes at him, but Marx misses it as he focuses on the force of power in front of us, and then just like the others, he’s there one second and gone the next.
Finally alone, Rogan wastes no time in leaning in for a deep toe-curling kiss.
“Totally nailing it,” he agrees, sounding like the turtle fromFinding Nemo, and before I can crack up, he squeezes my hand and we both match the hum of our magic with that of the line, and it easily pulls us in.
I quickly adjust the resonance of my magic to that of the line I want to travel to and then hold my breath, ready for what comes next. It’s far less traumatizing now that I know what to expect. I’m prepared for the stomach lurches and sudden death drops. The tingling sensation isn’t alarming anymore, and I know to expect the scrambling of my senses for a beat after the ley line ejects me at my destination.
I can’t feel Rogan’s hand anymore, but I know he’s there. I can feel him through the tether as he goes through his own rollercoaster ride back to Gallywough, Tennessee.
My feet hit pavement, and I only stumble slightly before getting my footing and managing to stay on my feet. I can’t see it yet—not until my senses catch up with the fact that I’m once again stationary and they don’t need to shut down for protection anymore—but I can picture the parking lot we drove into and the large field next to it. The grass is short and patchy, and tall trees border the clearings and the road that leads up to them. There’s a public restroom tucked into the far end of the paved lot, and I decide I should check out the facilities or risk peeing my pants if there’s another serious laugh situation on the way home.
Bright light suddenly shocks my senses as my eyesight starts to kick back in. It’s as though I can feel the bone-chilling cold of Glasgow as well as the deep kiss of night melt away, and in its place, early evening marked by a mild sun and much warmer temperatures blooms right in front of me.
Surprisingly, I don’t feel nauseous or blobby this time around, which is a miracle in its own right.
Man, I’m getting good at this witch shit.
My eyes still work to adjust and focus, and it takes a few seconds more for me to feel Rogan’s hand in mine again. His grip is strong, and I give it a quick reassuring squeeze.
