“You're fucked,” Zach says, not an ounce of sympathy in his voice.
Maybe I'll tell him while I'm riding him. Or choking on his dick.
I catch Becks' eye across the locker room, and he grins at me, slow and heated. It sends a shiver straight to my core, damn near buckling my knees.
Yeah. Definitely telling him in bed. And if that doesn't work . . . well. I'm sure I can come up with some other way to distract him.
After all, I'm the master of causing chaos. Might as well use my powers for good.
Or, at least, for a good dicking.
But hey, all's fair in love and maiming, right?