Page 6 of Too Many Beds

Storm supposed that was true.

They stepped apart, only for Storm to tug Ryder into another kiss. Their mouths crashed together, and before he could stop himself, Storm was licking at the crease of Ryder’s lips. Fuck, his wolf liked the way Ryder tasted, liked how easily Ryder welcomed him in, liked the little gasp he let out as Storm took control of the kiss, angling his head to give him perfect access to?—

“No!” Brandt sounded exasperated. “You are awkward strangers! Awkward,straightstrangers. That’s what we’re aiming for in these shots. And I don’t want either of you to get any harder than you already are.”

Storm’s gaze landed on Ryder’s dick, which had perked up since they’d begun filming. His own cock pulsed at the idea of what they were about to do, at the thought of Ryder hot and hard under him, clenching around him. At this rate, his hand wouldn’t even be partially covering his dick.

Brandt sighed. “Just get this over with, or we’ll have to wait for you to cool off before we restart filming, and we can’t afford that delay.”

Right. Awkward. Storm could do that.

He pulled Ryder forward by his hair again, forcing himself to ignore his wolf’s demands as he mashed his lips against Ryder’s, no finesse or skill involved.

It’d be awkward if he cupped the back of Ryder’s head and tilted it, right? If they slotted their mouths together and teased with their tongues. If he nipped at Ryder’s lips and?—

“Cut,” Brandt said, sighing again. “Fine. That’s good enough.”

Storm knew that sigh. That was the ‘no one understands my artistic vision’ sigh, but he wasn’t going to argue with Brandt when he’d declared it was time to move on, especially considering what came next.

They had beds to test, and for the first time, Storm was looking forward to filming with a mage.

Chapter Four

Ryder

As they waited off set while the cameras were being rearranged for the shots of them testing the beds, Ryder shook his hand out again. There’d been a zap of shifter energy when they’d first touched that hadn’t fully faded. It was unlike anything he’d experienced before.

But that hadn’t been the weirdest part.

“So,” Storm said casually, “I heard you can tell the future?”

Now, that? That was the weird part.

“Yeah. I get glimpses of people’s futures when I touch them, but it’s more of an impression of what’s likely to happen than a clear image of something that will actually occur.”

It wasn’t the most useful of magical skills. He couldn’t make a living from it. No one would pay him to tell them he saw scuffed shoes, the jingle of newly cut keys, and the color green in their future. Or possibly not, depending on their life choices.

He could have used it to swindle humans if he wanted to, but that carried no appeal.

Useless skill or not, Storm’s eyes lit up. “Seriously? What’d you see for me?”

“Uhh…”

“That bad?”

“No, it’s just…” Ryder held his hand poised over Storm’s muscular chest. “May I?”

Storm shrugged. “Go for it. You’ll be touching a lot more than that in a few minutes here.”

And he was very much looking forward to that, but first…

Ryder placed his hand firmly against Storm’s chest, his golden skin contrasting with Storm’s dark brown.

But there was nothing.

Well, notnothing. Storm’s shifter energy stirred under Ryder’s palm, making his skin tingle, but no glimpses of the future transferred with the touch.

Just like when they’d shaken hands. Just like the kisses they’d shared.

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