Something Wicked (11 page)

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Beads of sweat trickled down my back. A full day of blazing
sun hitting the black asphalt shingled roof spiked the upstairs temperature
from really warm to unbearable. Regardless of the blistering heat, my body
froze in front of Finn's door, the heavy grimoire in one hand and the other
poised to knock.

"Just do it," I muttered the damn Nike slogan,
willing myself to move forward with my plan, and to hell with the consequences.
A late day phone call from Tara told me that the spell was still a bust. Her
shrill voice screamed at me down the phone, filled with her usual threats. I
almost ignored her completely, but this time, her call was followed by one from
Danny. He was much less friendly about the money I owed his dad's company this
time. He also said something about a cracked rib, but I think that was
bullshit.

It was time to go all the way with Finn.

The hum of the AC running in his bedroom drowned out
whatever noise he was making. What if he was in the middle of something? I only
knew that he was home because I heard him stomp up the stairs while I was
locking up The Witchery.

Biting my lip, I knocked warily on the door. A stream of
sweat sloped down the curve of my spine, pooling at the dip in my lower back.
The cold air in his room drifted under the door, and while my toes wiggled in
relief, the rest of my burning hot body was jealous. I swiped the back of my
hand across my forehead before knocking again, this time louder and much more
forceful. But instead of the door opening, the music volume cranked.

"Oh what the hell," I muttered, slamming my fist
into his door repeatedly, trying to rise above the wails of the lead singer's
high pitched vocals.

A blast of icy air slammed me in the face when Finn yanked
open the door. "Why the hell are you banging? Did the rent check
bounce?"

I stared at Finn, my mouth gaped open like an idiot.
Barefoot and shirtless, his muscular upper body was like an intricately carved
redwood tree. His jeans were undone and slung loosely around his hips. I didn't
see boxer shorts rising above the waistband of his pants. I felt my face flare
as I thought about slipping the jeans down over his narrow hips. Swallowing, I
forced myself to look at his face, not his package.

"Is tomorrow laundry day?" I asked, immediately
cringing at my own stupidity.

His puzzled look transformed to a chuckle. "Yes, as a
matter of fact, it is."

"Right," I said, clearing my suddenly dry throat.

"So, what can I help you with?" he coaxed.

Oh Goddess. I was about to ask Finn for sex. My stomach
churned. This was new territory.

"Um, are you alone?" I asked cautiously.

"Yeah," he said. "Why?"

"I think we need to talk about...stuff," I
stammered.

"You want to come in?" he asked.

"Ummm," I stared at my feet. If I went into his
room, we would have sex. I wanted to have sex with him. Hell, I
needed
to have sex with him. But I was beginning to wonder if I needed the sex for
more than just the spell.

"In or out, Iz, you're letting the AC out," he
said, clearly his patience with me waning.

I stepped into his dark room and he closed the door. Now
inside his room, the smell of frankincense filled my nose.

"Did I interrupt your spelling?" I asked, my eyes
darting around his room. If he was spelling, only an Athame and a few lit
candles remained on the makeshift alter set up on his dresser.

"I just finished," he said, tucking the knife into
one of his drawers. He began to blow out the candles but stopped himself.
"The candles may help you relax a bit."

"I'm not nervous," I lied.

He leveled a smoldering look at me. Well, not exactly a lie.
I wasn't
only
nervous, I was also turned on.

"So what can I do for you?" he asked, slipping
behind me, his body brushing along my back. Heat radiated off of him, even with
the icy blast of his AC on high.

"The love spell still isn't working," I said,
steadying myself by leaning my right shoulder against the wall. I wanted to
turn into him, scent him, feel his hot body fit into mine.

"Did you give Tara the crystal?"

I tracked him as he continued to pace around the room, cat
like in his movements. "Amanda took it over there about an hour ago. Said
she'd give it to her."

"Call her," he said, handing me his cell phone.

"Amanda?" I asked, shivering slightly. This wasn't
going exactly how I pictured. I wanted to shove him into bed, not call Amanda.

"Call her," he repeated, pulling up her contact
info and pressing the call button before handing it over to me.

Well all right then.

I took the phone from him, hoping I didn't catch her at a
bad time. After all, she was going over there to see Melinda again.

"This better be good, Finn," she answered on the
eighth ring, clearly not happy with him. Her sexcapades were much more fruitful
than my own.

"It's me," I said. "I'm with Finn."

The tension in my voice didn't change her tone one bit.
"Then why the hell are you calling me?"

"Finn told me to."

"Then you are clearly doing it wrong," she huffed.

"Finn," I whispered, pulling the phone away from
me. "What do you want me to ask her?"

"Tara? The crystal?" he prompted me.

"Right," I sighed. "Did you give the crystal
to Tara?"

"Yes," she said. Now she sounded distracted. And
slightly out of breath.

"Did anything happen?" I pushed on, hoping our
conversation ended quickly.

"With Tara? No. She tossed the rock to Melinda
instead," she laughed, which abruptly turned into a moan. "Sorry, Iz,
I gotta go."

The phone went dead.

"Amanda hung up," I said, handing the phone back
to Finn. "Tara gave the crystal to Melinda. And now Melinda is getting
laid. Again."

A flash of annoyance crossed Finn's face. "Because of
the crystal."

"Well, they did hook up last night too."

"The crystal's energy should have been in play, even
from here. That should have been Tara getting it on. No way they are having a
threesome?"

I shook my head.

"Shit," he swore.

"Maybe it's time to downsize anyway. Get an apartment. Donate
some stuff," I said, slumping down onto Finn's bed. I wanted to feel
hopeful but it was clear that I was going to lose the sorority business and my
house.

"There's one more thing we can do," he said.

"What's that?" I asked. I tried conjuring some
hope but wasn't terribly successful.

Finn squatted down in front of my legs, placing his hands lightly
on my knees. "I know you're angry at me, but you are going to have to let
that go for the next hour or so. Do you think you can do that?"

"Finn, I am not angry with you. Not much. Anymore,"
I corrected myself. "What do we need to do?"

"We need to have sex," he said plainly.

"And they say romance is dead," I blurted out. I
mean, I came to his room for exactly that, but putting it bluntly was kind of a
mood killer.

"Sorry," he said. "I'll buy you dinner
after."

"What's the hurry?" I asked.

"I prepped a spell," he said, waving his hands
around the room. My eyes were now adjusted to his darkened room, and I saw that
smoke from the Frankincense lingered at the ceiling. There was about a foot of
it covering the entire room.

"What is that?" I asked.

"Insurance," Finn said. "Since she won't take
the crystal, we will send the smoke. But we only have about an hour before this
disappears."

"Okay, I'm in," I said. "What do we do?"

"Do you really need me to explain?"

A devilish grin broke out over his face and he stood to his
full 6 feet, letting his jeans drop off his waist. I leaned back on the bed,
holding my breath as my eyes swept his chiseled body.

He leaned over me, pinning me to the bed. "Someone in
this room is wearing too many clothes."

I giggled nervously, kicking my flip-flops off then fumbling
around trying to take off my top. Finn smartly dodged around my flailing
elbows.

"Let me," he said, grabbing my tank top and
pulling it off in one sweeping motion. His hands slipped under my back, easily
unhooking my bra.

"How the hell did you do that without looking?" I
asked, sliding it down my arms and tossing it onto the floor.

Instead of answering, his lips came down on mine, his tongue
probing my mouth. His hands swept along my hips, swiftly pushing my capri
sweats down to my ankles, which I flutter-kicked off my feet. The underwear went
with the pants. I was in such a miserable mood this morning, I put on a pair of
decidedly unsexy granny panties. Didn't want Finn to see those!

With my clothes now in a heap on the floor, Finn pressed his
body in between my legs. My nerves pricked to attention when my wet pussy
brushed against the skin of his leg, leaving me breathless. But he pulled away
from me at the last second, stopping our frantic groping session abruptly. He
stared down at me, his eyes boring into me. Suddenly, I felt exposed. I turned
my head away from him and stared at the wall.

"What are we doing, Finn?" I whispered.

He gently turned my head to look at him. "What do you
want us to do?"

"Make love" I almost blurted out, but I bit my lip
and just shook my head instead.

"I want you, Izzy," he said, staring deeply into
my eyes. "I've wanted you since I first met you."

"But you came here..."

"My coven sent me here, yes," he said. "And I
didn't agree with what they were doing. But then I met you, and you found your
way into my fantasies, whether I wanted you there or not."

"What are you saying?" I asked, tears filling my
eyes.

"This isn't for the coven. This is not for the
spell," he said, moving his hand to my mons and applying gentle pressure.
"I am doing this for me. For us. Because I want to. And I think you feel
the same."

My body melted as he applied more pressure with the palm of
his hand while his fingers danced around my clit. Instinctively, I reached for
his ample cock, which was rock hard and pulsing in my hands. He groaned when I
applied light pressure, rubbing the shaft up and down.

He pushed me onto my back, and hovered over me, his fingers
teasing me as my body opened to his touch. I lifted my hips in response, aching
for him to fill me.

"Do you have a condom this time?" I whispered.

He smiled down at me and nodded. "You want me to get
it?"

"Does that mean you have to move?" I asked,
pleasure enveloping me as he worked on my clit.

He leaned over, pressing his chest against mine, and opened
the draw on the side table, pulling out a condom. He ripped it open with his
teeth, and, sat up, straddling me.

"Watch," he said firmly, putting the condom on the
tip of his hard-on. I stared as he slowly rolled it down, his hand expertly
moving along his shaft as it filled the thin plastic. He turned something so
utilitarian into one more piece of my seduction.

"You are so wet," he whispered, the condom on, and
his fingers gently separating the delicate folds of my labia, preparing me to
take all of him. He pressed the tip into me, my breath catching as he slowly
filled me up, stopping inch by inch, prepping me to taking all of his length
and girth. But his leisurely pace was torture. He groaned when I tilted my hips
up, and he slid all the way into me. I gasped as he thrust deep and up, hitting
my g-spot with the tip of his cock.

He ran his hand along my cheek, then dipped his head down
and kissed me, his tongue playing in my mouth, following the same thrusting
pattern of his hips against mine. He pulled his mouth away and stilled as he
stretched over me, once again reaching into the drawer of his side table.

"What's going on in that drawer?" I asked,
breathless as he wiggled his cock around, teasing me and continued to focus his
attention on whatever he pulled out of that table.

"Close your eyes," he said, pulling his body up
and away from mine. "I think you'll enjoy this."

I heard a high-pitched buzz, and then felt something hard
vibrate against my mons. He shifted it down, and it now hit directly on my
clit, and I groaned in approval.

He simply smiled and, his hand still on the vibrator, kicked
it up a notch.

"My goddess," I moaned, trying to push him deeper
in me as the vibrations began pushing me towards climax.

"Straighten your legs," he demanded, pushing
himself back down on me, trapping the vibrator in place with his body.

I stretched my legs down on either side of his body, the
vibrations pulsing against me. His cock pushed deeper into me with each thrust.
My head was swimming in waves of pleasure, with the vibrator working my clit
and his penis filling up my center.

"Are you coming?" he asked, pushing harder.