Page 102 of Son of a Witch

“Go P-Man. Making jokes.” Tor tossed a cracker at Pascal since he couldn’t reach to punch his shoulder. “Don’t get any thoughts about stealing my thunder.”

Pascal smiled and I knew he got the joke. “One, you’re not Thor. And two, nobody’s as entertaining as you.”

“Aww. Gimme a bro hug, buddy.” Tor splayed his arms wide, and Pascal surprisingly went for it, crawling over to straddle Tor, if only for a few seconds. They clapped each other on the back and separated, Pascal returning to his spot beside Knoxe and me.

“All this bro love’s getting me teary.” I feigned wiping my eyes. “And a little jealous.”

“Don’t neglect our girl, guys.” Knoxe dragged me onto his lap, draping me over his chest and thick legs, his hand skimming up my belly, grazing the skin beneath my breast.

“Yeah,” I got out, all breathy and desperate.

Pascal fed me a fragment of beef jerky. “Here, Songbird.”

I smiled my appreciation, and when I finished, I said, “Love my bad boy criminals.”

“We love you, too.” Pascal leaned in to kiss me, brushing his lips along mine, his tongue swiping my lips, teasing me.

Knoxe killed some of the soaring heat with the question, “In all seriousness, what are everyone’s plans once we get out? Career wise? Go back to the Shadows? Physiotherapy?” He nudged Tor and made him drop his chocolate-coated sultana.

Tor picked up another and tossed it into his mouth. “I don’t want to be a boring ass Gildron after hunting and training the way we have.”

I agreed with him and collected a corn chip from the packet. “The Guardians is way more exciting.”

That was coming from someone who took months to fit in, train her ass off, and go from a comic book nerd to a kick-ass Buffy wannabe.

“Maybe we could ask to work as contractors once we’re free.” Knoxe stuffed a cracker into his mouth.

Pascal chewed on a salted nut, thinking about it. “I wouldn’t mind splitting my time between music and a contractor role with the Guardians if it’s on the table.”

Sounded like we all made up our minds. Only one team member’s future remained to be seen. Raze. My heart crashed to the bottom of my ribcage longing for him.

Knoxe squeezed me again. “We’ll rent a house. Take some time off to recharge. Go on that holiday.”

“Round the world holiday.” Tor threw a nut into the air and caught it.

“I second that.” I tried to pull myself together and not let my grief spoil the moment with my other three men.

“Throw in a stop in Vienna for a classical music concert and I’m in.” Pascal grinned and unwrapped a candy.

I twisted on Knoxe’s lap to finger Pascal’s dark brown hair, most of his blue grown out by now. “Want me to dye your hair when we get the chance?”

“I’d love that.” He clasped my hand and kissed it.

The connection got a little too much after about thirty seconds and I left him alone, wishing for so much more but respecting his limits.

“About the house.” I grinned, ready to tease them. “I’m a neat freak and so is Pascal. No leaving towels on the bathroom floor or clothes on the end of the bed.”

Tor shrugged. “You love me enough to pick mine up.”

I hit him on the shoulder. “Love you enough to whip your ass with it.”

We both laughed.

I reclined back on Knoxe’s chest, and he stroked my shoulder and down my arm. “What will sharing a house be like?”

“A nightmare.” Knoxe chuckled beneath me, the vibrations buzzing on my back.

“I’m a good cook.” Tor winked at me.

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