"A little help?" Landon said irritably, turning to glare at me over his shoulder. "All those alpha muscles ought to be good for something!"
He startled me out of my fugue, and I blinked at my red-faced mate, who was sweating even though the temperature had dropped to near-freezing and the air smelled like snow.
Landon had needed to bend over really, really far to load the trunk of Jace's Prius. And then wriggle around. A lot. With his ass in the air, waving back and forth hypnotically.
I hadn't even noticed he'd been struggling to shut the trunk and cursing under his breath until he brought me back to the present and I rewound the last couple minutes in my head. I'd been too focused on how someone so thin could have such a round ass.
Magic? Landon used magic. Would he use magic on his own ass? Would he let me watch?
