A Wicked Good Witches Paranormal Romance Books 1-7 (Wicked Good Witches Seasons) (40 page)

CHAPTER 14

Anthony Jordan stepped into his house. A short while later, his daughter’s jeep pulled up the driveway. He waited by the front door for what he knew would be an indignant entrance.

Eva stalked up the stairs, each step heavier and louder than the previous, plowing through the door letting it slam shut behind her.

“Don't ask me how my fucking God damned day went!” Her white hair flailed around her head in a fury, acting out her emotions. She displayed her empty fingers. “No ring, all you need to know.”

She poured herself a whiskey and let her anger fly.

“I almost had him. Those stupid ass mermaids! They almost had that ring off Charlie Howard’s finger, and they went and jacked it all up!” She took a deep swig, breathing through the burn. “That ring is causing me a ridiculous amount of grief! It’s blocking me from his mind. I can’t tap into his thoughts anymore.”

Her father just waited, patiently, to be sure she had finished.

Eva huffed, taking another swig, emptying the shot glass. She poured another.

Anthony spoke softly, but in a tone meant to pique her curiosity. “It’s a rough blow, no doubt. But… my day went a little bit better.”

She sighed in an irritated manner.

“K. I'll bite.”

“First, I spent the day living in the world of the Howard Witches. I saw hours ago that you had failed, being that the ring was still on Charlie's finger.”

“And how is this a good day?” she barked bitterly, warning him to get to the point. 

“I found out some very interesting news today.” He poured his own shot of whiskey before continuing. “The Demon Isle’s power source does not give the Howard Witches their abilities. They would be witches regardless of its existence.”

“Their powers are not tied to the source... they came out and actually told you that?” Her eyes lit up.

“The young man, Michael. I used some of that plant research drivel,
wondering
if the power source affected the local plant life and he just offered the information freely.”

“You are good, Dad. I'll give you that.”

“So are you, my dear, it just wasn't your day, today.”

“Hasn't been my day since we came to this shit-hole!”

“Things are looking up, regardless,” he reminded. “If their powers are not linked to the Isle, they can be taken. And once they are powerless...” he nodded knowingly.

“Then we can win,” Eva muttered.

“Yes, my darling daughter. Then we can win.”  

CHAPTER 15

After discussing security at the mansion, and thoughts on locating Jack Howard for thirty minutes, Charlie and William kicked Michael out of the house and told him to go check on Emily already. He had wanted to stay and help, but the need to see Emily was killing him.

His jeep pulled into her driveway. He’d texted her he was stopping in, so she wouldn’t be caught unawares by his arrival. She hadn’t gone straight to bed after dinner, but had strayed only to the front porch, reading on the swing.

It was a dark, starless night. The moon hidden behind thick clouds that threatened rain. But a warm breeze misted off the ocean.

Emily saw him pull in and met him in the driveway, a picnic basket in her hands.

He hopped out to greet her. “What’s this?” He grabbed it from her hands to carry it.

“A late night picnic.”

“Oh yeah.”

“Yup. I thought we’d have a drink and hang out on the beach. I’m not sleepy,” she hinted. 

“You’re wearing your hair down,” he noticed. “I like it. You should do it more often.” He hadn’t seen her do it for ages. It fanned around her face, layered down her back a few inches.

“You think? It’s so in the way all the time. I was actually toying with a haircut.”

Michael didn’t want to tell her not to. That would be pushy, plus Emily would keep hair that made her miserable, rather than make him unhappy. But he loved the thought of running his hands through her hair.

“Maybe a few inches off would be okay.”

“You don’t want me to cut it, do you?” A sparkle lit up her eyes.

“Not really. I really want to play around in that hair.”

A wave of nervous anticipation rippled through Emily at the threat in his tone. She grabbed his hand, leading him down a path they’d taken many times before. A short burst of trees followed by a sandy shore. A small beach that tourists never visited since it was well hidden.

Emily stopped just at the edge of the beach, out of reach of the rolling waves, with tree limbs overhead for cover. She opened the basket and pulled out a blanket, spreading it on the sandy ground.

Michael set the basket down and they plopped onto the blanket. “What else you got in there?”

She lifted the lid and took out a bottle of white wine and two glasses. “I already opened the bottle. Just need to pour.” There was a lusty sting in her eyes, but a nervous edge to her tone. 

“Need some liquid courage, eh?”

Emily tossed the glasses. In a quick movement, she had him on his back straddling his middle. Her heart beat erratically, wreaking havoc against her chest. Michael’s eyes opened wide in surprise. Her boldness stirred life underneath her pressing center.

“When I was a little girl, I always thought being a mermaid would be a dream come true.” She shook her head. “I much prefer being human and I’m claiming you all for myself Michael Howard.” A blur of clothing tore over her head, bare skin freed in a heartbeat. Her perky handfuls heaved in excitement, peaks beading to attention.

Michael licked his lips, his voice momentarily broken. She was offering herself to him, and he’d take her. But he’d expected she’d want to move slower. And he had never seen this aggressive, bolder side.

“Every time I think I know you, Emily Morgan, you take me some place new.”

In another flashing moment, he leaned up, pushed her down and straddled her thighs. “But the first round is me, pleasuring you.” He got a wicked gleam in his eyes.

Michael’s shirt came off and his body stretched over hers, flesh pressing against flesh. Tongues invaded mouths. His hand slid down her side, gripping her ass. His other hand by her head, fingers lost in her hair. So many emotions flared to life. Michael lost track of which were his and which belonged to Emily.

He’d planned to go much slower, but his need, combined with her need, sent an uncontrollable surge of urgency rippling through him.

He pulled himself away, got to his knees his breaths heavy, intent on slowing down just a little.

Instead, Emily’s fingers gripped his shorts, searching for the zipper. The rest of their clothes had to come off.

Michael got to his feet, slinking out of his shorts. His briefs clung to him, his thick bulge pulsing for freedom. His gaze ordered the immediate removal of her shorts.

Emily unbuttoned, unzipped and wiggled out of them. Panties included.

His mind went numb for a moment. She looked just like he’d always imagined. Peaches and cream. Fuzzy, soft, inviting. He licked his lips, wondering if she tasted like peaches.

“My God, Emily. You’re so beautiful. More perfect than anything I’ve ever imagined.”

“You’ve imagined me? Us? Like this?”

“So many times.”

He sucked in, blood stalling to pump for a moment, her silent lust filled response emoting out at him, ensnaring his senses. Love, devotion, and desire crested in her gaze. Her stiff beads hardened. Breasts full. Luscious.

“Enough imagining, Michael.” Emily’s look demanded the immediate removal of his briefs.

His eyes fell half-mast in silent challenge.

Emily sat up to her knees, grabbed the band of his briefs with her teeth and gave them a playful tug. Her eyes lifted, teeth nipping his hip.

“Hey.” His mouth opened in shock.

She nipped again. This time, grabbing his briefs and yanking them down until they pooled onto the blanket.

He was all man. All free. And all hers.

Her tongue dived to his base, slathering upward, in a long teasing stroke. Michael grabbed the back of her head to remain upright. “Jesus…”

She peered up at him, suspect of his thoughts. “Did you think I was going to be sweet, and predictable?”

Michael answered by falling to his knees in front of her and lifting her to straddle his legs. He stretched her open, hardness threatening her entrance. His lips found hers, demanding and possessive. Tasting, tugging… she returned each charge with an attack of her own.

“I’m going to make love to you, Emily Morgan.” He groped at her lips between speaking. “And then I’m going to fuck you until everyone on this island here’s you scream.”

The wave of energy that shuddered through her body shattered him. Feeling Emily’s emotions in response, overwhelmed him with need. But also awakened him to everything he needed. Wanted. Had to have. And could no longer live without.

And from the overpowering emotions stabbing into his heart, Emily had the same desires, and he would deny her nothing.

He wanted to take it slow. Treasure this first time. To tease and drive her mad. Now he couldn’t even speak. Only feel, and move.

He released her lips, his tongue lowering to lick the crest of her delicate breasts. She leaned back to give him access, her hands falling to the blanket to arch herself into him.

His mouth drew hesitantly to the peak on her left. He’d wanted to have his mouth on her skin for such a long time. He nuzzled. Teased gently. Savoring this first taste.

Emily moaned, her head falling back. She wanted more. Michael felt it pouring out of her emotions. He suckled, adding a quick nip. He moved to the right and devoured the beaded peak begging for his attention.

Need quivered into her veins. Her head came forward. “Enough playing, Michael. Make love to me another time.” She had waited long enough and refused to wait a second longer.

Michael tossed her down onto the blanket, his hand diving into her fuzzy folds. He cupped it possessively, spreading her with his palm. Her breath hitched, their eyes locking.

“I’m going to eat your peach till it drips down my chin.” He ducked between her thighs. His impact met with a buck and a gasp. 

“Oh, Michael.” Her arms went over her head, grasping and twisting the blanket. Her thighs opened wider, meeting him in the air. She throbbed against his tongue.

He didn’t tease. Or explore.

He ravaged. Sucked. Pinched. Drove her breaths to gasps. Her moans to cries.

Her muscles tensed. Her pulse pounded.

Michael groaned, her climax fighting to explode in his mouth. A shock wave of bliss fed into him like electricity gluing him to her. It took everything he had to pull his mouth away, get to his knees, and thrust into her depths.

A storm blasted into his mind. The world thrown into slow motion and chaos all at once. All the years he’d wanted her so badly and not given in… all the years Emily had waited for him to see her for what she really was. His. Always his…

Their eyes met. Frozen. Unable to close or look away.

Michael gripped her thighs, pulling out to his tip and thrust inside again. And again. Filling her. Stretching her. She coated him in liquid heat, her lush orchard erupting into hot peach pie.

More,
Emily’s emotions thrust back at him.

“Yes,” he answered her silent request. He charged into her. Her moans luring him to push harder and faster. Black splotches burst in front of Michael’s eyes.

Energy surged out of her, emotions telling Michael what she desired. Oneness. Completeness. Together.

He gripped her thighs lifting her higher, pulling her body into his thrusts. She bucked, her second explosion building. The pie bubbling over, her oven too hot.

“Oh, God! Come now, Michael.” Her white hot peach blew apart around his thrusts.

Nerves screamed. Muscles seized. He drilled hard, filling her.

Blood rushed to his ears, blood pumping hard to keep his heart from bursting open. Or was this Emily’s emotion. He couldn’t tell. Didn’t care. He wanted to feel all of it. Everything she could throw at him. For the first time ever, he didn’t despise his gift. To feel everything she felt was… earth shattering. Mind blowing. And yet perfectly peaceful. It felt like coming home to a warm fire, and her beautiful smile. Her eyes, bright and welcoming.

He looked to see tears forming there.

They had claimed each other. Shared themselves, fully and completely.

He fell over, holding himself up with his arms. Lips falling into hers. His mind taken over by the utter joy emitting from the woman beneath him.

“I love you, Michael Howard.”

He wanted to say the words back to her, but his voice vanished. Her emotions overpowering him. It took a moment for the intensity to lessen.

“Michael?” Her voice was quiet.

“Yes,” he returned in a muffled strain. He lifted his head, to look into her eyes.

“What is it like for you?” 

He shrugged, unsure how to answer at first. He wished there was a way to show her. A way for her to feel it as he did. How their emotions mixed in his mind, losing themselves in each other.

“It’s like the most excruciating form of bliss. To feel everything you feel as you’re experiencing it… it feeds me like a drug I will always need more of.”

He stared into her eyes intently. Saying,
I love you,
suddenly seemed to fall short.

“Emily, you make this
gift
worth every bit of agony it drags me through. I don’t just know you’re coming, I get to feel it. Exactly like you do. I can’t describe what it feels like to experience your emotions, on top of my own. It’s like… living inside your heart. I could live there forever, if you’ll let me.”

He groaned, the limp worm swimming in her hot peach, tickling her insides with sudden girth.

“So I guess it’s a good thing then?” she chuckled, squirming underneath him.

“If you can’t feel my answer, that’s very much a
yes.
”

“Good. I was worried that maybe the empathy made it harder for you.”

“In the past, with anyone else, that might have been true. But with you… it’s a good pain,” he breathed out heavily.
Addictive...
his tone warned. His lips caressed hers gently.

Emily lifted, her hot center sliding upward to meet his groin, tightening around his growth. She let her hips sink gradually downward, pulling along his length.

A groan pushed out of him, down her throat, where she swallowed it and pushed out one of her own. His lips claimed her mouth as if taking up ownership. His chest rocked up and down her body, brushing across her two perfect handfuls, stiffening her peaks to the edge of pain.

He took her hands and lifted her arms over her head, pinning them against the sand covered blanket. So much sand. The blanket was covered. He didn’t want to think about the sand they’d be finding in every crevice of their bodies for weeks after this night was over.

A new energy poured out of Emily.

Michael freed her mouth, letting her emotions fill his mind. His eyes flickered open, meeting a seductive grin etching across her face. Her eyes begged to know if he’d gotten her silent message.

He let out a heavy breath.
Wow. Just… wow
. He understood exactly what she wanted. A wry smile spread across his face.

“Yes, Emily Morgan. I will make love to you now.” He traced her lips in a moist caress with his tongue. “Until I take my last breath on this earth, I will make love to you any time, any place. Give you anything your heart desires.” He took his right hand and lowered it between her legs, palming her fuzzy folds as if claiming ownership. “Whatever my peach wants, my peach gets.”