(Tuesday, November 7)
Max did another chin-up on his doorframe, contracting his muscles and then slowly lowered himself, stretching out.
It’s been two days, he thought as he pulled himself up again. Two long days since he’d been with Liz in her bedroom, and he felt like he was going insane without her.
Yesterday she had to work a closing shift and he’d gone to the Crashdown, staying all night to watch her. And when her shift ended he thought they could spend some time together.
He’d seen the longing in her too, felt her desire, but she begged him not to kiss her. “Please Max,” she said huskily as he held her in his arms, “please don’t do this until we can get everything figured out.”
Leaning in he nuzzled her cheek, inhaling her scent. “It might take us a while,” he answered, his voice just as rough with desire. “I don’t think I can wait.”
Liz’s fingers curled in his hair, and he knew she was holding on to her control by a thread. “Let’s at least figure out what you should say to Tess.”
The mention of his former wife was enough to dampen his surging hormones, and he sighed, releasing Liz.
They talked for a while, getting nothing accomplished other than frustrating the hell out of both of them, and he left Liz unkissed.
All night he’d dreamt of her, steamy, erotic dreams where she hadn’t stopped him, and they explored each other for hours before finally giving into their ultimate desire.
And then all day in school he replayed the time he’d spent with her two days ago, kissing her, touching her, finally seeing her breast and tasting the soft, sweet fullness of it in his mouth.
His whole body tightened with arousal and he knew he was right. He couldn’t wait to be with her again. He was only working out to kill time and expend his excess energy until it was late enough that he could go see her.
She was with Zan, having her lesson, and afterward she’d go home, do her homework, eat dinner with her parents, then go to her room to read. And that’s when he would go to her. He’d climb up her balcony, take her in his arms and kiss away all her worries.
They were meant to be together and maybe he’d finally convince her of it tonight.
The next pull-up made him grunt with exertion. He’d been doing them unconsciously for a while, not paying attention to the number, and his muscles were aching with the strain. He lowered himself to the floor and stood. Maybe he’d work on his abs for a while.
Sitting down, he’d just started on his crunches when he suddenly felt another rush of desire, but this time it was Liz’s.
Instantly he leaped to his feet as the overwhelming sensation rushed through him that he had to get to her. But the strangest part was that somehow through their connection he knew exactly where she was. He could have found her anywhere.
He also knew who she was with and what was happening. Zan was kissing her, and Max was going to kill him.
Tess dropped her school bag in the living room as she entered the dark Valenti house. She knew the Sheriff worked the late shift on Tuesdays and lately Kyle was out all time. He must be dating someone new, she thought with a shrug.
She and Isabel had been at the library doing a school project, and luckily they’d gotten done early. She was sick of school, but Max insisted they try to blend in.
Not that Max had much of anything to do with her, especially after she’d sent him up to Liz’s balcony. She’d hoped that seeing Liz with Zan would end Max’s crush on Liz forever, but the whole thing had backfired in her face.
Switching on a light, she headed for the kitchen. Quickly she took out the ingredients for a sandwich.
Max seemed even more awkward around her after that. When he did talk to her it was in a stiff, wary way that made her think he couldn’t wait to get away from her.
She shouldn’t have been the one to tell him about Liz and Zan. She saw that now. Max needed to see that Liz wasn’t the one for him, but he had to figure it out on his own. She had to simply be his friend, and wait for him.
Taking a bite of her sandwich, she rolled her eyes. She was so sick of waiting. Maybe there was a way she could push Max in the right direction without him knowing it. And she was pretty sure the answer was Zan.
He loved Liz. Maybe she could still use that to turn Max against Liz. She could convince Zan not to give up on Liz, to fight for her, and then it was just a matter of time before Max caught them together again.
She smiled. Maybe she’d go see Zan now.
Zan paced around Liz, watching her intently as she held out her hand.
“Okay,” he said, “now remember what it felt like when you changed the color, and do the same thing, but just push your power farther, across the room.”
Liz’s brow wrinkled in concentration and Zan felt his gut tighten. He was in trouble.
He’d told Liz that he would do his best to keep his hands off her, and already he was losing the battle. It seemed like he had no control over himself when she was around, and it was getting stronger each day.
Zan couldn’t stop himself looking at her. He’d told himself he was moving around Liz to walk off some of his energy, but he had to admit it was so he could see all of her. While she wasn’t looking at him, he let his eyes roam over her freely, taking in every inch of her.
She was wearing jeans that hugged her hips and thighs, and a clingy top that outlined her perfect breasts. Of course he had the pleasure of holding her soft mounds in his hand, and he swallowed hard remembering.
Shit, he wanted her.
Glancing at his watch, he was glad to see that their time together was long over for the day. The last thing he wanted was for her to leave, but he didn’t want to break his promise he’d made to her only two days ago either.
Power arced out from Liz’s hand, shooting wildly, completely missing her intended target.
“Oh crap,” she said, frustrated. “I can do it when I’m touching it,” she said, turning to Zan, “but across the room is harder.”
He nodded. “Yeah, it’s a different control,” he said huskily. “And we’ll work on it more next time.”
Liz met his eyes, and to Zan it seemed like she was really looking at him for the first time since she’d come an hour ago.
“That went fast,” she said softly.
In her eyes he saw the same fevered desire that was rushing through his body, and he knew she was fighting it just like he was. They both simply stood where they were for long moments.
It seemed like the whole room was charged with static and if either of them moved they would combust into flames.
“You should take me home now,” Liz said breathily.
“Yeah,” he agreed, but still neither of them moved.
Liz had been barely holding on to her own control the whole time she’d been with Zan, and now it was breaking. She’d never been so aroused, and she felt herself leaning toward him.
The small movement was all it took to make Zan lose control too. He surged forward, taking her in his arms and pressing his lips to hers.
“Liz,” he whispered, between fevered kisses, “oh Liz.”
He held her face in his hands, placing short, stinging kisses on her lips again and again, and she returned them enthusiastically. She couldn’t seem to get enough of him.
The urgency lessened after a few moments and they slowed down, their kisses becoming long and deep.
Liz grasped handfuls of Zan’s hair and moaned into his mouth as he pulled her closer, settling her against his erection. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, stroking her own, and Liz felt a throbbing need deep inside.
Zan leaned her back and his lips found her neck, nipping, sucking her delicate skin.
Gasping for air, Liz held on to him tightly, feeling as if they were falling. And then the flashes started.
An underground tunnel.
Busy, rain-slicked streets.
Images of her and Zan intertwined in bed.
Stars streaming past her.
“Oh Zan,” she panted.
His mouth closed over hers again as his hand cupped her head.
Liz only had a second’s notice, a stirring feeling inside her before a bellowing voice made them jump apart, turning toward the door.
“You bastard!” Max yelled, slamming the door behind him.
She quickly took in Max’s appearance. His face was twisted with fury and he hadn’t even stopped to put on a shirt. Somehow she knew that he’d simply climbed out his window and driven as quickly as he could to get to them.
Max rushed at Zan intending to beat the crap out of him, but Liz stepped between them, her arms outstretched.
“No!” she said frantically. “No, please!”
Max stopped inches away from her and she pressed her hand into his bare chest. At the same time she touched Zan’s chest with her other hand.
Instantly a surge of white-hot energy rushed through the three of them, nearly lifting them off the ground. They seemed to glow with the power as it swirled around and through them, making them gasp with the strength of it.
For a handful of moments none of them could move. It was as if the power was holding them in place.
Feelings were passed freely between them, the strongest of which was desire. Zan and Max’s longing for Liz was amplified even more, and Liz felt like she might pass out from her feelings of need.
Finally the energy seemed to calm, turning from white, to yellow and then to blue, and they were able to move
They looked at each other, stunned.
Max and Zan turned to Liz at the same time and spoke together. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, not feeling capable of speaking.
“Holy shit,” Zan said, unconsciously taking a step closer to Liz. “That was incredible.”
“What was it?” Max asked, panting, and pressing his body to Liz’s.
“I don’t know,” Zan said, stroking her arm. “But if we could figure out how it works, we’d be unstoppable.”
Max nodded, nuzzling the side of Liz’s face.
She turned toward him, unable to stop herself and their lips met. With a sigh of relief, she kissed him hungrily, wanting to drown in him.
Max cupped her head, holding her close, growling into her mouth. He’d never wanted her more. He’d been so scared for her, but the power that had filled them seemed to have broken all of his control. He had to touch her, to kiss her, and he wanted to make love to her. He didn’t even care that Zan was there.
Zan knew he should move away and leave them alone, but he couldn’t. He continued to caress Liz’s arm as he slowly pressed his body to hers. It was like some other power was controlling him but he didn’t care because it was giving him exactly what he wanted.
He lowered his head, pressing his lips to Liz’s neck. He kissed her softly at first, but within moments he was devouring her skin, nipping, sucking as he’d done earlier. His hands slipped under the hem of her shirt and she shivered with desire as he stroked her skin.
Liz’s mind was on overload. Max and Zan were both kissing her, pressing their hard bodies against her, and she knew she should object, but she never felt anything so good. She wanted them both.
Wrapping one arm around Max’s neck, she reached back with the other, cupping the back of Zan’s head.
Zan slid his hand around Liz’s side caressing her stomach, slowly moving up until he reached her breast. His thumb stroked the underside for a moment and then he simply slipped underneath her bra to cup her fullness.
Liz gasped, arching back and Zan sucked her neck hard as he swept over her distended nipple with his thumb.
Slowly Max unbuttoned Liz’s shirt as he continued to kiss her. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was aware that Zan was kissing and touching Liz, but it didn’t bother him like he thought it should. Zan was giving Liz pleasure, that’s all that mattered.
It was like Zan was a part of them. Like he was meant to be there.
When Max got Liz’s shirt opened enough he slipped his hand inside, brushing his palm over her other breast. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her soft mound into his mouth again. Sliding her bra aside, he lowered his head, and closed his mouth over her.
She moaned in pleasure, tightening the grip on the back of his head.
Liz turned her head toward Zan and instantly his lips were on hers. He kissed her hard as he continued to stroke her and she felt an incredible power building inside her. It was pleasure like she’d never imagined and she never wanted it to end.
Suddenly Max’s hand was between her thighs stroking her exactly where she needed. She moved rhythmically against him as her whole body pulsed with the power. Shocks of energy rushed through her faster and faster.
Every muscle in her tightened and arched and she gave herself over to the incredible pleasure.
Tess was surprised to see Max’s Jeep at Zan’s place when she got there. She knew that Liz went to work on her powers with Zan everyday, but Max didn’t practice on Tuesdays.
She checked her watch. Liz’s lesson was over by now, so that’s not why Max was there. She guessed it was possible that Max was hanging out with Zan.
A smile raised the corners of her mouth. It would be an even bigger betrayal if Max and Zan had become friends, and then Zan took Liz away from him.
She parked on the street and cautiously approached the building to look into one of the small windows.
Zan had tinted them so no one outside could see in, but Tess used a small push of power so she could look through a corner.
The lights were low inside, and at first she didn’t see anyone. Maybe they’re upstairs, she thought. She was just about to turn away when a slight movement caught her eye, and she gasped with surprise.
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