Katie shot two finger guns at Patrick. “You got it. My, aren’t you perceptive. I’ll spare you the gossip and get to the point.”
“…eventually...” I mumbled.
“I met with some friends at Seelie Court, who owe me a GIGANTIC favor.” She gave a little curtsey of acknowledgement to Patrick. “They agreed, reluctantly, to help us find a way to kill off Moe, Larry, and Curly.”
“Really?” Brann asked skeptically.
“While you all were licking your wounds, I’ve been calling in markers.”
“And?” I prodded.
“And, I managed to get us invited to the sacred Summer Solstice celebration.”
The guys looked incredulous. Especially Brann. “Away on! Are you serious, or am I in the wick?”
“Everyone who is anyone will be there,” said Katie, feeding a piece of bread to Poe. “Most of them are old as dirt. So, if anyone will know how to defeat Peter, Paul, and Harry, I’m sure they’ll be at this wingding.”
“When is the Summer Solstice?” I ask.
Brann pulled out his phone and checked the calendar. “In five days”
“Of course it is. Figures.” And I wouldn’t expect anything less.
“What’s the problem?” Keegan asked, as all eyes shift in my direction.
“Oh, shit,” Katie whispers. “Your birthday is in five days.”
You Say It’s Your Birthday
- Keira -
Weylyn always set a grueling pace for our morning runs. After six miles, my clothes were slick with perspiration, clinging to my skin, and I knew he noticed. Sweat rolled down my body in thick, salty beads. I could have been inside an igloo, but I’d still be tempted to grab and handful of his ass cheek. Each of his powerful strides was at least two of mine.
“Pick it up, lard ass,” he teased.
“We’re almost back to the house.”
“Bite me,” I choked. And that invitation is always open, wolf boy.
Then he responded with a really fun idea. “I’ll race you!”
“No!” I screeched, as Weylyn bolted down the dirt path like an Olympic sprinter chasing gold. Eventually, I slogged up to the house, and found him leaning up against the wall, grinning.
The very idea of working out used to make me laugh. I had no time for it, and even less motivation, but now, it was a necessity. If I wasn’t able to outrun my enemies, I was dead. If I didn’t have the stamina to wield my magic, I was dead. If I couldn’t wield the weapons from my magical arsenal… dead. After everything Darkness, Evil, and Violence had thrown at me, it was dumb luck that I wasn’t already dead. The guys made it their mission to make me up my game.
The next time they show up, I’d be more prepared. Brann (a.k.a. Mr. Schedule) had created an exhausting daily regimen. The schedule included running, weapons training, hand to hand combat, history of magic 101… and my personal favorite: magic wielding. (Which I must admit, I am still really awful at.) The guys all took turns teaching and training me over the last few days, which gave me the opportunity to spend time with each of them.
“That... was... awful... I can’t believe people enjoy this,” I stammered out in between breaths.
“Look on the bright side. Today, you made it without tripping,” he said, handing me an ice cold bottle of water.
“That’s because my laces were tied this time.” I replied as I sipped on my water. It was almost as good as coffee.
“It’s not enough to look good, darling. You have to be good enough to run with the big dogs.” he told me with a grin. Cheeky bastard.
“But I do look good. Don’t I?” I sashayed up to Weylyn, letting every naughty thought in my head show in my body. Taking full advantage of the sexy way my sweaty shirt clung to my girls. I could almost smell the sparks I gave off. “You know what would make me feel better?” I purred.
“What would that be?” Weylyn growled, as he took a step forward. I could feel the heat rolling off me, our bodies dangerously close. I could almost feel his heart beating.
“This,” I said softly, as I dumped the rest of the ice-cold water over his head.
I dropped the bottle and took off at a dead sprint for the back door. I might have been faster if I hadn’t been choked with laughter. Suddenly, the door popped open as Orin stepped out. Perfect timing.
“My knight, save me!” I ran straight toward Orin, Weylyn hot on my heels.
“No! Don’t help her!”
“Yes, help me!”
Orin tried to duck aside, laughing as I dodged his brother’s grasp. Just when I thought I had outmaneuvered Weylyn, I felt his arms wrap around me like matching pythons. Next thing I knew, I was thrown over his wet shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Oof!
“Now that you caught her, go hose her off. Breakfast is almost ready, and she’s a sweaty mess.” Orin walked back in the kitchen door. Weylyn carried me toward the stairs.
“You can let me down now,” I told him, wriggling in his grasp. Which only seemed to excite him. And yours truly.
“I rather like where you are now,” he chuckled, bounding effortlessly up the stairs two at a time, like I was as light as a bag of feathers.
I kept squirming, but by the time we reached the upper landing, between the heat of his body, and the hard muscles I was squirming against, I was wet all right, and not just from sweat alone. I then heard him suck in a deep breath, through his nose. An animal noise came from his throat, as my scent told him I was receptive. Next thing I know, his hand slapped down on my left butt cheek, and I let out a loud squeal.
“Did you just spank me?” I sounded ten percent angry... and ninety percent turned on.
“That was for pouring the cold water on me.” His hand slapped down again, hard enough to make me gasp. “And that’s because I liked the first one.”
I couldn’t decide if I hated it or liked it.
