Page 67 of Witches Be Damned

Thank god she was a math’s and chemistry whiz because I was utterly lost.

“I’m cool with that.” Pascal blew her a kiss.

Tor lifted his arms and placed them behind his head. “She loves me one hundred and ten percent.”

“Nice try, Superguy. I’m not biting this time.” At her promise, he mocked sadness and went back to eating as best he could in his chair and with our girl on his lap.

“Okay,” Tor got serious. “So we’ve established mine and Pascal’s future career in between his music side hustle. What’s yours, Supergal?”

We often dreamed up fun careers for a good laugh. This talk steered toward a realistic conversation. Hopes and dreams were things you couldn’t afford to lose in a place like the Guardians.

We once discussed where we’d go to celebrate our release from this place, and things turned sexy, with Pascal wanting a massage, me offering, and him shooting back with the question of whether I’d touch his cock. Ab-so-fucking-lutely, I would. I wanted to for a while. We shook on that pact. Blood drained to my cock thinking about it.

Astra tapped her lip, inflating him even more. “How do you think I’d do at audiobook narration?”

Tor kept a straight face. “I’d listen to you.”

“You’d probably be the only one.” She leaned her head on his. “What about skincare or health products?” Her wink told us she gave us a nod to her newfound superpower. “Think I can bottle it?”

Tor’s mischievous grin returned with a vengeance. “You’d become a squillionaire if you founded a cream for larger penises.”

“You two are abnormally obsessed with dicks,” Pascal echoed my sentiments, and I hoped they killed that conversation while inside these walls.

“I’ve got four, that’s enough for me.” Astra’s smile spelled trouble, and my dick twitched, confused about whether to make another appearance. I shut him down, and he stilled.

“Three cocks, one monster dick,” Tor corrected, and her cute laugh set my heart aflame.

“You’ll fill the world with monster dick, Sunset,” I warned about her magick cream.

“Good point,” she mused, tapping her mouth again, and I wanted to suck it between mine.

“I’ll have to limit consumption.” She raised a finger. “And make a bigger boob cream. Because it’s not fair if I do one and not the other.”

Tor massaged her knuckles. “I love that you’re fair.” He dropped a kiss to one. “How about a shampoo for curing male baldness?”

Her eyes lit up. “I can get behind that.” She tickled his chin. “I’ll give you a cut for the idea.”

“I won’t accept anything less than fifty percent royalties,” Tor declared.

Sunset laughed and tickled him again. “I can spare that change if I’m going to be a squillionaire. I’ll have the time to get creative, since our other friend will be a happy house-husband raising our twelve kids.”

“Twelve?” I shoved sausage into my mouth to stop myself from thinking about that.

Pascal got on top of the question before it went any further south. “What do you want to do, Knoxe?” His green eyes lifted to mine and stayed put, impressing me with his effort for that, his touch sensitivity, and conversing with me, when he used to find it hard.

I clasped my fingers together and rubbed my hands. “I haven’t really put much thought into it.”

“What do you like to do outside of this?” Ten points for Pascal maintaining a conversation and not retreating into himself.

I shared with him for the first time in a long time, deepening our bond. “In all honesty, I enjoy this work and want to continue. With my new upgrade.” I wiggled my fingers. “I could get work as a superhero.”

Pascal’s hunch flattened into a straight back at the mention of his second favorite pastime. “I wouldn’t mind doing that part-time. Need a partner in crime?”

My heart flared with the heat of friendship. “Yeah, I do. Just one, though. Not those two dick-obsessed fiends.” I flicked my finger at Sunset and Tor jokingly.

Astra reached over to punch my chest. “Take it back.”

“Can’t, sorry,” I teased. “You’re not cool enough for our club.”

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