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dirty girl, Skyla Messenger.” My lips crash over hers, and she glides her tongue in and out of my mouth playfully. Skyla jumps up on my hips and locks her thighs around my waist. My neck gives a mean tweak in the process, but I try to ignore the flash of pain shooting down my back.
“Dirty, huh?” She pulls her lips across my cheek up to my ear. “What would you say if I told you I was looking for a dirty boy? You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find one, would you?” She takes a bite out of my ear, and a surprise of pain ricochets right down to my feet. Damn, that feels good. I graze over her lips ever so gently. I’m all in for some teeth action as long as she wants to give it—hell, any action.
“I can be pretty bad,” I whisper. My hands slip inside her shirt as if to prove my point.
The door rattles, and I move us out of the way as a couple stumbles in with their hands all over each other. I can see now the need for the conjoined beds. This dude can’t make it five feet keeping it in his pants.
“Laken?” Skyla slides down my hips. “Cooper?”
Before I know it, Skyla joins in on their little hug fest, and I’m the odd man out. I don’t know if Coop remembers me too well. He crashed Demetri’s Halloween party last year and then prom for a few minutes. I don’t really know the guy other than he fought in the faction war for Celestra.
Laken gasps at the sight of me. Her shoulders pull back as she stiffens.
“It’s him,” she whispers, and the room stills.
“Oh, that’s just Gage.” Skyla waves me off. “I swear he’s harmless.” She pulls Laken over to the bed, and Coop nods for me to sit on the chair at the abandoned desk, presumably mine.
Skyla speeds through introductions, and we each nod a passive hello.
“Sorry.” Laken lowers her lashes as if she can’t bring herself to look in my direction. “I haven’t seen Wes in years and…” Her words hang in the air unfinished.
“You’re a dead ringer.” Coop looks me up and down. “I’ve seen you on the field. I thought about playing. Maybe next year.”
“Walk on. We’ve got a ton of fresh injuries. We can use the new blood. First game is in a week.” My neck pinches just thinking about it.
“I just might do that. You like the coach?”
“He’s hard but fair.” I drill into him with an interrogative stare. “So, Laken is a Count, right? Where do you two stand?”
“I fought the war for Celestra.” Coop is quick with the comeback.
“And I’ve denounced my standing with the Countenance.” Laken slips behind Skyla a bit until she’s just out of my view or, more to the point, I am hers. “We pretty much called the Counts out on their botch up with the Spectators, and now we’re prime targets for retaliation.”
“It will happen.” Coop nods into her with the ominous news. “But we’re ready.”
“What are you talking about?” Skyla’s chest bounces the way it does when she’s getting worked up. “Remind me again what Spectators are, and why the hell the Counts are after you?”
“The Spectators were resurrected Counts who accidentally reverted to a state of partial vigor and froze that way—in other words, zombies. They could no longer participate in the world, so they were forced to sit it out on the sidelines, thus—the Spectators. In the beginning, the experiment was carried out on unwilling Celestra, so there were a number of Celestra Spectators, too.” Laken shakes her head. “Some hag they hold hostage in the Transfer named—”
“Ezrina,” Skyla cuts her off. “She’s not in the Transfer anymore. She’s on Paragon in Chloe Bishop’s body. Trust me it’s a long story for another day, but Ezrina’s not bad, I promise.”
“Well”—Laken lies back on her elbows—“regardless, she managed to reverse the partial rigor state, and they’re free now. My father—I use the term loosely—is a big wig with the Counts. He’s in charge of the entire Eastern seaboard. Jones
“Dirty, huh?” She pulls her lips across my cheek up to my ear. “What would you say if I told you I was looking for a dirty boy? You wouldn’t happen to know where I could find one, would you?” She takes a bite out of my ear, and a surprise of pain ricochets right down to my feet. Damn, that feels good. I graze over her lips ever so gently. I’m all in for some teeth action as long as she wants to give it—hell, any action.
“I can be pretty bad,” I whisper. My hands slip inside her shirt as if to prove my point.
The door rattles, and I move us out of the way as a couple stumbles in with their hands all over each other. I can see now the need for the conjoined beds. This dude can’t make it five feet keeping it in his pants.
“Laken?” Skyla slides down my hips. “Cooper?”
Before I know it, Skyla joins in on their little hug fest, and I’m the odd man out. I don’t know if Coop remembers me too well. He crashed Demetri’s Halloween party last year and then prom for a few minutes. I don’t really know the guy other than he fought in the faction war for Celestra.
Laken gasps at the sight of me. Her shoulders pull back as she stiffens.
“It’s him,” she whispers, and the room stills.
“Oh, that’s just Gage.” Skyla waves me off. “I swear he’s harmless.” She pulls Laken over to the bed, and Coop nods for me to sit on the chair at the abandoned desk, presumably mine.
Skyla speeds through introductions, and we each nod a passive hello.
“Sorry.” Laken lowers her lashes as if she can’t bring herself to look in my direction. “I haven’t seen Wes in years and…” Her words hang in the air unfinished.
“You’re a dead ringer.” Coop looks me up and down. “I’ve seen you on the field. I thought about playing. Maybe next year.”
“Walk on. We’ve got a ton of fresh injuries. We can use the new blood. First game is in a week.” My neck pinches just thinking about it.
“I just might do that. You like the coach?”
“He’s hard but fair.” I drill into him with an interrogative stare. “So, Laken is a Count, right? Where do you two stand?”
“I fought the war for Celestra.” Coop is quick with the comeback.
“And I’ve denounced my standing with the Countenance.” Laken slips behind Skyla a bit until she’s just out of my view or, more to the point, I am hers. “We pretty much called the Counts out on their botch up with the Spectators, and now we’re prime targets for retaliation.”
“It will happen.” Coop nods into her with the ominous news. “But we’re ready.”
“What are you talking about?” Skyla’s chest bounces the way it does when she’s getting worked up. “Remind me again what Spectators are, and why the hell the Counts are after you?”
“The Spectators were resurrected Counts who accidentally reverted to a state of partial vigor and froze that way—in other words, zombies. They could no longer participate in the world, so they were forced to sit it out on the sidelines, thus—the Spectators. In the beginning, the experiment was carried out on unwilling Celestra, so there were a number of Celestra Spectators, too.” Laken shakes her head. “Some hag they hold hostage in the Transfer named—”
“Ezrina,” Skyla cuts her off. “She’s not in the Transfer anymore. She’s on Paragon in Chloe Bishop’s body. Trust me it’s a long story for another day, but Ezrina’s not bad, I promise.”
“Well”—Laken lies back on her elbows—“regardless, she managed to reverse the partial rigor state, and they’re free now. My father—I use the term loosely—is a big wig with the Counts. He’s in charge of the entire Eastern seaboard. Jones
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