Free Edge, Episode Two: Season One (Edge, A Serial Series Book 2) by Jamie Magee

once more, reaching his hand to her calf then sliding forward, all the while his other hand kept her pressed against him like a vice. He may have sounded like he was in control, the tone of his words may have said as much, but she felt his want growing against the base of her spine.
    Her hooded eyes glazed over as her mind took her back to the first time she’d explored him, how she ’d hated that water barrier. She didn’t know how good she had it then. Now, they had far more clothes, and entirely too much time and emotion between them.
    “I don’t get you,” she said as her body acted on its own and rocked back against him.
    He let out a hiss, his hand that was just passing her chest clasped over her hardened peaks. That one grasp sent a shiver down her body.
    “Why?” he breathed as she felt his lips graze her neck. “I thought you liked the quiet ones.”
    She squeezed her eyes closed. Felt an eruption of emotions fighting to explode within her. The very idea that some part of her Kenson was within him still, and that part thought she had moved on, had some life with Lorecan, it was agony.
    Before she could find the will to openly face their end, her beginning in the life she was in now, and deny his words, she heard another bike rumbling into the lot.
    King’s energy that was encasing her slipped back, giving her some sense of clarity. When she opened her eyes she saw it was Cashton.
    King braced his arm around Reveca, then moved the bike they were on, placing it back where she always left it.
    Cashton took his time parking his bike, keeping his glare firmly on King. Without looking, the tension in the air told Reveca that King was returning that glare. She felt him dismount, then did so herself.
    She was a bit wobbly, surely looked like she had been to hell and back , but she was ready to stand between them if she had to.
    King breathed in as Cashton approached. The ice cold blue shade of King’s eyes was murderous. “Have fun tonight? Too innocent out there? Come back to get your kicks here?”
    “You want to get that look off your face ?” Cashton said pulling his shoulders back.
    “You going to make me?”
    “Look, mate. I don’t remember shite I do in the Veil. And when I’m there I only vaguely remember any of this. So if I’ve fucked you over, you might want to wait until I remember doing so. Otherwise, whatever satisfaction you want to get out of this rumble your asking for isn’t going to mean fucking shite to me.”
    Right then they went chest-to-chest, glare-to-glare. The tiny rocks across the ground started to move with the force that was in the air . Seconds later it was too much for the metal bins lined up against the garage. They all started to bang against the wall.
    “Call it off ,” Reveca said through gritted teeth. “Or I will march you both back into the grip of death and let you have at it out there. You’re not destroying my Boneyard over some petty shit that clearly happened long ago.”
    King lifted his chin. “Right. Because around here, the past doesn’t mean shit.”
    Right then all the Sons came outside, surely wondering what the sound was, why the air felt dense all at once.
    Judge and Echo wasted no time coming to King’s side, Thames and Thrash to Cashton’s, edging them back , all of them laughing their asses off.
    “I won that bet!” Steele yelled.
    “Not yet, you fuck! They didn’t hit each other,” Echo shouted back, trying not laugh. He patted King on the shoulder. “Do me a favor, buddy, don’t hit him for another two days. I’ve got a lot riding on it.”
    King didn’t bother to respond.
    Talon was looking all over the lot at the obvious damage from Reveca’s near accident.
    Tisk, she was pis sed. “What did you do to my car?”
    “I did that,” Reveca said with a cool gaze.
    “You bitch.”
    That comment broke King out of his glare with Cashton . Now it was firmly placed on the Goth wannabe immortal witch. That sharp gaze shifted to Talon