Page 27 of Veiled

Then, I frowned when I didn’t see the boys, but I grabbed a bottle of water and followed the sounds of voices coming from a door towards the front of the house I never gave mind to. Pushing the door open, I smiled and rolled my eyes as I took note of four ridiculously handsome men laughing at Tik-Tok videos while leaning against the wall of a very spacious garage. While they were distracted, I took in the fitted jeans and casual tee shirts and combat boots, they either all got dressed together or shared the same closet, but they were still each uniquely them. Hunter still looked like he was expecting a war to break out at any moment, Ryder laughed with his entire face lighting up, Grayson chuckled instead of outright laughing, always quiet until he had something to say and Zane? Well, Zane was intense, his eyes having the ability to pierce your soul, but his smile having the ability to melt me completely. Damn, they were perfect, and I wanted to lick them.

Looking around the garage, I noticed a few cars and four gorgeous motorcycles. I couldn’t help myself, I walked into the garage and my feet led me to the sex bikes. Four of the newest model Ducati Panigale V2’s.

“Fuck, these were only supposed to be in red and white, how the fuck did you get them customized and fully loaded when they haven’t even hit the market?” I asked.

Warm arms wrapped around me, hands splayed on my belly, before I was pressed against a hard body. Yum.

“Mm, whoever this current sex God is, won’t distract me from the question about the sex bikes. These are top of the line; I’ve been stalking the Ducati website for months for an announcement.”

“I’m glad you think I’m a sex God, princess. You look absolutely beautiful,” Zane rumbled with his deep voice, pressing a soft kiss to my neck. I sighed, God, being this close to him felt so damn good.

“Mm, thank you.” I turned around and reached up to give him a quick kiss. Well, that was the plan anyway. He trailed his fingers down my back, making me shiver, staring into my eyes with so much emotion before he pulled me in and pressed his soft lips against mine, caressing the dip of my waist. He teased my mouth with my tongue, and I opened for him, our tongues exploring, and I moaned softly before pulling away. I smiled at him and stepped out of his reach.

“Hey, the kiss comes after the date and the books, Zane. Stop taking advantage of my weakness and someone tell me about the sex bikes.” Zane laughed and the guys shook their heads at me.

“It amazes me how you grew up with money, yet you never really realized its benefits, angel,” Hunter said. I shrugged. I grew up with it, but it didn’t mean I ever thought much of it unless I really needed something, like the laptop and iPad, for example. I didn’t like asking my father for anything.

“We have a few connections, gorgeous, so we made it happen. Which reminds us.” Ryder smiled mischievously while Grayson smirked and walked towards the back of the garage and snatched a cover off the exact same model, painted purple and black with glitter. I screamed and jumped and ran over to the bike. I walked around the bike admiring the color, it matched the inside of my car perfectly. It was fucking perfect. Oh my God, I was going to be such a glittery badass on this.

“Gah, I’m sorry, who do I thank for this amazing sex machine of steel and porn?”

They laughed and Ryder, Hunter, and Zane joined me and Gray next to my bike.

“We all chipped in for this one, baby girl. You would leave your computer open around the house when we were younger. You were always researching bikes, so when we found out you were coming, we all got the bikes and customized them, but this one we made sure matched your truck,” Ryder finished explaining.

I turned my head, confused. “How did you know the color of my truck? Father got that for me not too long ago.” They all looked at Zane, who stood with his arms crossed, and he reached up and rubbed his neck.

“Um, now, remember we’re moving forward, Hudson,” he said nervously, and I raised my eyebrow. “I was still calling the Chancellor every few days and during one of those calls, he was ranting about customizing the inside of your truck with black, purple, and glitter.” I frowned.

I felt a serious spike of anger and pain, he could call my father but couldn’t call the girl who he fucked and left? I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, taking a deep breath, reminding myself that we were going to move forward, and it was in the past. But fuck, if the past didn’t hurt, then who the fuck would we be today? Rafiki may have been smart to kids back when Lion King came out, but just because it was in the past didn’t make the pain any less meaningful or, in this case, potent.

“I’m not going to even go there right now, my parade will not be rained on. I’m still liable to nut punch you. Again. I’m going to climb on my sex bike, and we are going to go have a date, and if there are any pieces of you left, the boys can help you get back home.”

He winced, and Grayson shook his head and clapped him on the back. Hunter punched him in the arm and glared at him, stopping to give me a kiss before getting on his bike. Ryder just looked at him and shook his head. You know he is serious when my goofy one isn’t smiling.

We sped off into the town, and I thoroughly enjoyed the ride with my new sex toy. It was such an incredible piece of equipment. I took a deep breath and absorbed the energy around me. I can bitch about going to Delorean but this area was absolutely gorgeous. It was just green forests all around and I felt so alive and exhilarated in a way that you just can’t if you’re surrounded by concrete. In a way, I guess I was happy my plans to go to New York were stopped. I didn’t even have a real reason to go other than to piss off my father. Realistically, I can study human relations anywhere.

These trees, nature? Was just pure magic, literally as magic comes from the energy and elements around us. Magic, at least, was honest. We had the innate ability to use it, manipulate it and build a world dedicated to the protection of magic users. We weren’t too different from humans, but to them, we magic users were witches, wizards, Death Eaters. While yes, like I said before, we resemble a lot of movie depictions, who I am secretly convinced were made by witches, we mostly kept to ourselves. Occasionally, you had the dick head who used blood magic, sacrificed, and did stupid shit to defile nature and go against our basic nature, if they weren’t hunted down and brought before the council, they always escalated in violence. I joke a lot but the reason I read so many books and watch so many movies and shows about paranormal beings is because it is important to see how humans see us. Especially because knowing how much they know, or rather think they know, can be important to our relations with them. It was all fascinating to me. Also helped that a lot of those authors have some kick ass sex scenes with like demons and shit.

I pulled into a spot near the bookstore I saw on my way driving in, leaving space for Zane to pull in next to me, while the boys drove further into town to do whatever grown magic boys do. I hopped off my sex kitten and waited for Zane to hurry up. I like the sauntering stuff now that I can witness it firsthand, but books wait for no one.

“Come on, Zane! They even have coffee inside! It will be integral to your survival if you plan to keep up with me there!” He laughed and we went inside to breathe the air of literary magic.

Four hours and six coffees later, Zane was sitting in the middle of the aisle arguing with me.

“Hudson, baby, you can’t carry all these books with you on the bike. It’s impossible,” he said for the fifth time. The disrespect I had to deal with was astounding.

“Excuse me, what good is being magical if I can’t buy one hundred books right now and find a way to carry them with me,” I whispered angrily.

“You just said it, one hundred books, Hudson, and no, you can’t just shrink them. You’ll draw too much attention to yourself,” he whispered back, throwing his hands in the air. The nerve. How many nut punches can he take? I grabbed my phone and started texting the group angrily.

Hudson- Guys, ?? Zane will not let me get all the books I want. He’s ruining the best date ever.??

Zane- (picture of the books in the aisle) This is why.

Grayson- Holy shit, Hudson

Ryder- You can’t say no to books, Zane.

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