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close—not with a hot stove involved. He’s in the zone, so we’ll have a proper hello later.
Sawyer wraps his arms around me from behind—I can tell it’s him from the cologne—and kisses me on the cheek.
“Hungry?” he growls.
“For food,” I correct him, elbowing him lightly. “The rest can wait.”
He just growls again, and the sound makes my clit throb. I know it’s not his power though. It’s just him.
Ryland and Beckett get home just as dinner’s ready. They used to pull much longer hours than this, but I’ve put my foot down about them finding a balance between the greed and pride that urge them to work, and spending time at home with the rest of us. I was surprised by how little fight they put up, honestly. I think they’re pleased with my rule, though they’ll never admit it.
Dinner’s always a lively affair with such different personalities, and I’m including myself in that. I’m always trying to snatch up the food first and it’s become a common joke that I’m the sin of impatience, which always makes me pout. There’s never a dull moment though.
After dinner, we usually watch a movie, and tonight’s no different. I’m not going to stop enjoying my fictional stories just because I have a life outside of them now. It’s just more fun because now I can share those stories with other people. Nix will binge watch entire television seasons with me, but the others are slower to keep up, so we usually just watch movies.
Tonight, we’re watching one of my favorites: The Matrix.
We got a truly massive couch, which of course Nix picked out. He spent forever shopping for it—not out of laziness, but because he’s a teeny bit of a perfectionist when it comes to picking out stuff like this. It has to be just right for maximum user experience, or something like that. I love it.
As we settle in for the movie, Beckett hauls me into his lap. Warmth spreads through me. I wouldn’t say that I’m used to everyone touching me, exactly, but I’m no longer surprised by it. Except when it comes to Beckett and Ryland. For so long, they held a part of themselves back from me, insisting on keeping their distance. To feel and see them expressing their affection so openly… it makes me melt. It reminds me that we really are all together in this now. Committed.
The movie starts as Ford hits play—sooner than Nix wants him to, which starts a bit of an argument until Ryland tells them all to hush—and I settle back against Beckett, his arm warm and solid around my waist. The opening sequence plays, green letters and numbers flashing in neat lines across the screen.
Beck’s lips find my ear, and he bites down gently on my earlobe, his hands wandering over my body. I suck in a breath, wriggling against him and feeling his cock stiffen beneath me. He chuckles, his breath wafting against my skin as he whispers, “I’m glad to be home. I missed you, angel.”
Then his lips are on my skin again, tracing a hot path down the line of my neck. I tilt my head to the side, letting out a quiet, needy moan as Beck squeezes my breast.
At the sound, six heads turn in my direction, six pairs of eyes growing heated as my men gaze at me.
Hmm.
I’ve got a feeling we might not make it all the way through the movie after all.
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Mistaken identities, a human in a magical world, and three sexy warlocks. Sounds like the start of a joke, but nope...
It's my life.
After one too many kamikazes on my twenty-first birthday, I've made a few interesting discoveries.
First of all... magic is real.
Secondly... there's a whole supernatural dimension that exists parallel to ours.
Thirdly... I've somehow gotten stuck in that dimension.
There are about a billion things wrong with this picture, including the fact that I don't actually have any magic. Everyone here thinks I do though. They also think I'm a witch named Roxie, the star student at Radcliffe Magical Academy.
Ummm. Nope. Not me. Sorry.
I don't know where the hell the real Roxie is, or how I'm supposed to get back home, but I'm determined to find out.
Unfortunately, I keep getting distracted by three hot-as-hell warlocks I can't seem to avoid. Cross, a snarky bad boy who pushes all my buttons, Theo, an incorrigible flirt with a devastating accent, and Kasian, a teacher's assistant who's totally off limits.
Even though I'm drawn to all three of them, I'm not sure I should trust them.
Because if anybody finds out I don't belong here...
I'm screwed.
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