The Daily Struggles of an Immortal (Immortal Supers Book 1)

by Kurtis Eckstein

28: Wishful Thinking

  When I got back to my place, I discovered that Nick had moved while I was gone but he was still out cold. I found him in the kitchen with a shattered glass of vodka on the floor next to him. He was lucky he fell in the opposite direction, avoiding getting cut by the pieces of glass.

  I went ahead and cleaned it up and poured out the rest of the vodka, before moving him to the couch. The last thing I needed was for him to ask for another glass and repeat the process all night. I wanted to get rid of him now.

  He finally woke up about five minutes later, asking for a beer.

  “I think you’ve had enough Nick. You’re going to kill yourself if you keep drinking so much.” Really, he’d barely drank enough to get drunk, but he didn’t need to know that.

  He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I normally handle my alcohol a lot better.” He paused, looking up at me with his beady brown eyes. “Sorry to be such bad company. What’s weird is that I really don’t even remember drinking so much. And I only feel mildly tipsy now.”

  I shrugged, changing the subject. “Well, I’m probably going to head over to Lily’s place now. I came back to let you know.”

  His expression was suddenly bewildered. “Came back? You left?”

  My eyes widened in shock. How could he not have noticed? “Yeah, man. I told you this already. Freya called me to say she smoothed things over with Lily, even getting her to change her mind, so I went over to talk to them about it.”

  He shook his head in disbelief. “I mean, I noticed you weren’t in the room, but I figured you had run to the bathroom or something.”

  “Dude, no more chugging vodka for you,” I chastised.

  He nodded, before his eyes suddenly widened in shock. “Wait. You said Lily changed her mind? Are you serious?!”

  My expression became reserved. “Well, not exactly. She’s agreed to allow me to have a separate exclusive relationship with Freya, though she’s definitely not interested in more than that.”

  His eyes were still wide. “Still, I can’t believe that actually worked.”

  I felt my devious side begin to take over. “Yeah, man. Maybe you should give it a try after all.” And hopefully one of your chicks owns a gun and knows how to use it.

  He shook his head in disbelief. “Nah. It’s crazy that it worked for you, but I doubt that’s normal. I’ll take the slower approach. You know, test the waters out first before I dive straight in.”

  Well shit. He was smarter than I thought. “Well, either way, we still have some stuff to figure out, so I’m going to head over there to talk it over with them.”

  He nodded absentmindedly. “I understand. I just wish we could have hung out more.”

  I grimaced. Thankfully he didn’t notice. “Yeah man. Although, we did hang out for almost two hours. You just apparently don’t remember most of it.”

  “More like none of it,” he admitted.

  I stifled a chuckle, standing up. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow.”

  He nodded, taking the hint to leave. “Right. Oh, and about that bistin.”

  Shit! “Yeah man, I’ll get it tomorrow for you.”

  He nodded again. “I appreciate it.”

  Like hell you do. “That’s what friends are for. Although seriously, I’m going to have to start charging you for this.” And maybe I really would. Maybe that would get him to stop with this shit.

  He groaned. “How much?”

  I gawked at him. Was he serious? “I don’t know man. How much would it take to give you incentive to be more careful?”

  He shrugged. “The resonator radiates heat. You know that. My hands get sweaty and it slips out. I actually drop it all the time, but only occasionally does it slip into the ventilation system.”

  I scoffed. “Dude! Then buy some gloves!”

  His eyes widened in shock. “Oh!” He paused. “Oh, I guess I could do that.”

  Yeah dumbass! You could do that!

  I held the door open for him, resisting the urge to kick his ass out of the house. “Yeah Nick. Why don’t you do that? And I’ll see you tomorrow at work.”

  “Right. Later man.”

  I locked the door behind me and jumped in my car to head back over to Lily’s place. Part of me hoped that they were still showering together, but I knew that was unlikely at this point. By the time I got back, I would have been gone for almost an hour. Still, I couldn’t help myself from wondering how that had turned out.

  Had they actually gotten naked together after I left the bathroom? I shivered at the thought. I knew Lily wasn’t into watching Freya have sex with me, or participating in sex with us, but I had no idea how she felt specifically about Freya. Or how Freya felt about her. Granted, they had been friends for fifteen years, so surely I would have known if there was something between them, right?

  Right?

  But then why did Freya need to drink my blood before I left? It wasn’t like she hadn’t already eaten a ton. I could only think of one reason why.

  I shook my head to clear my mind. I needed to stop fantasizing about what they might have done. Together. To each other.

  I shook my head again. I’d just ask them straight-up about it. I could ask that, right?

  Right?

  I would have assumed that Lily wouldn’t be interested in having sex after what happened, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe she needed the distraction. I just hoped that if they had done something together that they wouldn’t neglect me afterwards. Granted, I supposed I needed to not worry about that right now and just focus on their needs. I had gone over a century without sex, so I could certainly go without it for a night. I had already planned on it anyway, but that was before it occurred to me that I might be the only one going without, between the three of us.

  Although, I had to admit that, whether their relationship was platonic or not, it was clear they needed each other’s comfort after what had happened. And I was fine with that.

  Still, I couldn’t help but wonder what had happened after I left. Hopefully, I’d find out soon enough.

  When I got to Lily’s place, I found Lily wrapped tightly around Freya in bed. It was the first time I had ever seen them snuggle together. Both of them were already asleep with the light still on. And they were both wearing latex nightgowns, likely because Freya didn’t have any clean pajamas here.

  Not that I was complaining. I realized I might have to ask Freya to wear latex more often, even if it was just for our private time together, because I really liked seeing her in it.

  I quietly turned off the light, and went to go clean up all the wood chips from her front door. After I was finished, I took a shower myself, contemplating the situation.

  My primary concern was the police. We didn’t plan on reporting the incident, which could come back later to bite us in the ass if there was any evidence suggesting Lily was involved. If we did report it, then she could probably get away with self-defense, especially since her ability was provoked by her emotions and she had been kidnapped. But the problem was we didn’t exactly have the evidence to support that part of the story either. I would probably have to ask Freya if she could dig up that video just in case we needed the evidence. Granted, not reporting the justifiable homicides could be its own problem too.

  Feeling paranoid, I decided to grab some cleaning supplies and go out to Freya’s car to clean the interior for her. I didn’t want her to have to worry about it later, and I also wanted to get rid of any evidence as soon as possible. I also moved the villain’s computer to my car instead, making sure all power was completely disabled so it couldn’t be tracked in the event it had GPS installed.

  Freya had left her wet clothes in the bathroom, so I went ahead and threw them in the thermal cleaner to be washed and dried. It helped that she had worn red and black today – stains wouldn’t be visible even if Lily’s cleaner wasn’t able to get rid of any residue blood.

  When I finally climbed into bed next to Lily, she stirred. “Sam
?” She whispered, looking over her shoulder at me. Her latex gown crinkled against Freya’s and her sheets. My tablet was on, creating enough light for her to see me clearly.

  I bent down to kiss her gently on the lips. “Sorry to wake you,” I whispered.

  She shook her head groggily. “No, I’d rather know you’re here.”

  I nodded, running my fingers through her dry hair. Lily’s blonde hair was basically never wet since her superpower doubled as her own personal hairdryer. Freya’s hair was still damp, wrapped up in one of my towels. Her brow was furrowed slightly, despite the fact she looked to be asleep.

  “Is she alright?” I whispered. I felt like I should be asking Lily that question, but she seemed fine right now.

  Lily sighed heavily. “Killing is rough on her,” she admitted.

  “Really?” I asked in surprise. She sure didn’t seem to mind it earlier. But then again, I had to remember that our willingness to do something in the moment didn’t mean we wouldn’t regret our actions later. After all, that’s what had happened with Lily when she watched Freya have sex with me for the first time.

  Lily nodded, choosing not to elaborate. “And what about you?” She wondered. “How are you holding up?”

  I stared at her in shock. How was this wonderful, beautiful, perfect woman concerned about me, of all people, when she had just nearly been tortured heinously before being killed? “I’m fine,” I said breathlessly. And I was. I had no regrets. “What about you?”

  She paused as she thought about it, her orange eyes glowing slightly in the dark. “I’m not really okay,” she admitted. “But comforting Freya has helped a lot, and having you back here helps too.”

  I leaned forward to kiss her again, lingering there to determine if she wanted more. After a moment, she reached her arm over her shoulder to intertwine her fingers in my damp hair, pulling my lips firmly into hers. Once the kissing started getting really heated, I finally pulled away. “I should let you get some sleep.”

  “You don’t want to do me?” She asked innocently.

  I looked at her, and then at Freya curled up in her arms. “I mean, it’s been a rough day for you. Not to mention she’s asleep. She’ll probably wake up if you try slipping away.”

  Lily smirked at me, raising up one of her legs. “Then I won’t move. Problem solved.”

  I stared at her in shock. “You’re kidding right?” But nope. She wasn’t. Her eyes said it all.

  “But this is the closest I’m getting to a threesome,” she clarified unnecessarily.

  I gulped, trying to smooth over my nervousness with a quiet chuckle. “I guess your shower together was pretty tame then, wasn’t it?”

  She hesitated. “Mostly.”

  I gulped again. What in the hell did that mean? But I could see in her eyes she wasn’t going to clarify what she meant. At least not now. Oh well. She was waiting for me to take advantage of her offer, and I wasn’t about to make her wait. I quickly took off my shorts and started to go to work as gently as possible.

  It was impossible not to make noise though. There was just too much crinkling going on between Lily’s and Freya’s gowns, as well as the sheets underneath them. I was fairly certain Freya woke up in the middle of it, but she pretended to still be asleep, likely for Lily’s sake. Either that, or Freya was just enjoying being held by her too much and knew Lily would likely stop snuggling if she knew.

  Once I was done, Lily smirked at me. “See? She’ll never know.”

  Yeah right. I tried to stifle a laugh, deciding to snuggle with her instead of getting on my tablet. Just because I didn’t need to sleep didn’t mean I couldn’t enjoy them sleeping in my embrace. I wrapped my arm around both of them, feeling Freya’s abs twitch underneath my hand when I ran my fingers over the latex.

  Definitely awake. At least Lily couldn’t see my grin now.

  Lily seemed surprised by how much she liked being sandwiched in between us. She buried her head into the back of Freya’s neck before falling asleep again quickly.

  Knowing that Freya was awake and horny, I reached my wrist up to her mouth, seeing if she would take the bait. A silent offer to allow her to drink my blood while I got her there too. She quietly dug her teeth into my wrist, doing her best not to squirm from my astral limbs. Eventually, I decided to just hold her in place with a few of them to prevent her from waking Lily up.

  Freya tried really hard to keep quiet, muffling her moans with my hand over her mouth once she drank enough. She then spent the next half hour kissing my wrist before eventually placing my hand on her latex covered chest as she finally started getting tired again. I gladly cupped her while she fell back asleep.

  Usually that would have been my cue to sit up and occupy myself for the rest of the night, but for once I didn’t bother. Instead, I just laid in bed feeling Lily’s breathing with my chest, while also feeling Freya’s chest rise and fall with my hand.

  It was perfect. And I couldn’t have been happier.

  29: Morning Delight

  Lily did end up having nightmares. I woke her up as soon as her body temperature began rising, to prevent her from exploding into flames. Certainly Freya could heal from a bonfire too, but I doubted she wanted that type of wakeup call. Not to mention, I wanted Lily to know she was safe. I didn’t want her to relive what had happened if at all possible.

  Once she woke in a fog, her tense muscles began to loosen when I pressed my lips gently against hers. She took a deep breath of my scent and whispered ‘I love you’ against my lips. She then tightened her embrace on Freya while slowly falling back asleep. I remained with my face still on hers until I was sure she was out again.

  Later in the morning, I woke up Freya a little early, suspecting she would want to run home before she had to go to work. She sat up slowly to avoid waking up Lily and then followed me out of the room.

  “I took care of your car last night,” I said quietly as I closed Lily’s door.

  “Oh! Thank you!” She abruptly leaned forward, wrapping her arms around my neck as she planted a kiss on my lips.

  I ran my hands up and down her back, feeling the slick latex material over her body. “You definitely need to wear this type of stuff more often,” I mused.

  She grinned at me. “Duly noted.” Her expression then grew passionate. “Will you let me screw you?” She whispered.

  I smirked at her. “Honestly, I’m surprised you’re even asking.”

  “Well, I do have to rip out your throat, so…”

  I tilted my chin up automatically and grabbed her head to pull against my neck. She accepted the invitation eagerly. Once she was done, I picked her up, with her wrapping her legs around my waist in response. Her lips quickly found mine.

  As I carried her to the living room, I pulled away from our passionate kiss for a moment. “Oh, and I washed your–”

  Freya intertwined her fingers in my hair and shoved my lips onto hers again. She readjusted her legs, climbing up my body slightly as I tugged off my shorts. I then fell on top of her on the FRIL couch, hiking up her loose latex nightgown to her milky stomach in the process. Her thighs were silky smooth against my skin.

  I then slid down and began eagerly kissing around her navel, but she stopped me as I started to kiss lower, instead pulling me up to greet her lips again. Knowing I was a little confused, she wrapped her legs around my waist as further encouragement.

  Unlike most of the previous times I had been inside of her, I decided not to use my astral limbs, instead just experiencing her with my physical body. In many ways it was less, but in other ways it was much more.

  As I got close, I saw in her eyes a different kind of passion than what I was used to. It was clear she wasn’t focused on having an orgasm herself, despite the fact that she had been the one to ask for sex. Instead, she was focused entirely on me, looking at me passionately and endearingly as she took care of me sexually. There was something extremely hot about it.

  “Did you enjoy that?” She finally asked with
a smirk when I finished.

  I sighed heavily on top of her, knowing she wasn’t bothered by my weight. My face was beside hers, partially buried in the couch. The plastic-like smell of the FRIL material filled my nose. “Absolutely yes,” I whispered. “Your turn?”

  She shook her head against mine, tightening her embrace around me, both with her arms and legs. “I just wanted to take care of you,” she admitted quietly.

  I finally lifted my head up to look at her, a little surprised. “That doesn’t mean you can’t enjoy yourself too.” I was afraid something was wrong with her, but she gave me a genuine smile in response.

  “I know, but pleasuring you was enjoyable on its own. Besides, I just wanted to give for once, without taking as well. That’s all I did initially, is take-take-take and never give back.”

  I leaned forward to rest my lips gently on hers briefly. “Freya, I’m honestly not keeping a tally on whether or not we’re equal on orgasms. I mean, if you really aren’t in the mood then that’s fine, but I don’t want you to feel like you need to hold back to maintain some kind of status quo.”

  She gave me a slight nod, and slipped her warm tongue in my mouth, before whispering against my lips again. “Last night was amazing by the way. Although we may want to avoid that in the future. As much as I loved it, Lily wouldn’t appreciate knowing you screwed me with her in between us.” She grinned against my lips, her crimson eyes dancing with delight at the memory. “Unfortunately, she wants us to keep our sex private.”

  I nodded in agreement. “Is that what you two talked about last night?” I wondered.

  “Yep!” She answered cheerfully. “She’s definitely against threesomes, but she’s totally fine with us being in a three-way relationship.”

  I couldn’t help but smile. “Good. I’m glad that’s worked out.” I paused then, thinking of Freya’s furrowed brow last night while she was sleeping. My expression shifted to concern. “Oh, and I wanted to ask how you’re doing.”

  Her eyes became somber, knowing what I was referring to. “I’m okay,” she whispered.