Authors: Jillian Sterling
Something Wicked (12 page)
"Yes," I said, my breath catching on the word.
"Focus on the spell," he grunted, thrusting again
and again.
"How?" It was impossible to focus on anything but
his rock hard cock and the vibrations on my clit. "Finn, I am so close!
Tell me what to do."
"Fuck you feel so good, Iz," he said, his
breathing as labored as mine. "Okay, focus on the smoke above us. Send
your
telos
to it. Picture Tara..."
"Do I have to?"
He grunted out a laugh. "Picture Tara and send her our
energy."
"I'll try," I said, squinting at the smoke from
the Frankincense swirling around the room. Giving Tara a fleeting thought, my
orgasm flowed out of me, and I climaxed loudly, sending the energy from my
explosion of pleasure into the smoke above me. Finn collapsed on top of me,
spent. We both caught our breath for a minute, then, holding the base of the
condom, pulled his cock out, leaving me feeling empty again.
"Come on," he said after he disposed of it in a
wastebasket. He took my hand, helping me off the bed. He took me to the window,
standing behind me, wrapping his arms around me and opened it a crack.
"Smoke, find your path above. Offer her perfect
love," he chanted, his voice low. The smoke swirled around, then exited
towards the setting sun.
"Now what?" I asked, leaning back against his
strong chest, feeling it lift and lower with each breath.
"How about we do it once more, just to make sure?"
The room was dark. Finn's arms wrapped around me, his
breathing light and even, telling me he was asleep. The patterns from the moon
dancing between the tree branches played on his ceiling. My body was exhausted.
Elated but exhausted. Finn and I could not get enough of each other, exploring
and teasing until we shuddered to one final orgasm at around 10 PM, a few hours
after we released the smoke. So clearly Finn wasn't doing it for the spell. I
nuzzled my head into his shoulder, breathing in his musk, a mix of smoke and
sage and sweat.
I closed my eyes and felt peace, like everything was going
to be okay. I hadn't felt that since my grandmother died and all her financial
burdens landed squarely on my shoulders. Definitely a moment to savor, along
basking in this pleasant post coital glow. I pointed my toes and stretched out
my lower body. Sex had never felt this fantastic before.
Finn shifted releasing me from his embrace. I rolled over
and propped myself on my elbow, watching his chest move up and down with each
easy breath. Why are gorgeous eyelashes wasted on men? I mused to myself as I
stared at his thick, dark lashes. Not going to lie, I felt a twinge of envy
there.
The floor began to vibrate and I rolled over, hanging upside
down off the bed looking for my phone, which was kicked just under the bed.
Caller ID was from the sorority house. I cleared my throat and then answered,
my voice low. "Hello?"
"Oh good, you're up," Tara's shrill voice
ricocheted in my ear.
"Sort of," I whispered, turning my head away from
Finn so I wouldn't wake him.
"Well, you answered," she huffed. "But you
won't ruin it for me. Listen your stupid spell actually worked. I got a text
from the boy a few hours ago. We're meeting up later tonight when he gets off
of work."
A smile spread across my face. "I am really happy for
you, Tara," I said, meaning it.
"Of course you are. It means your services are still on
for the party next weekend. I'll drop the deposit by tomorrow. What are you
hours?"
"Noon to five," I whispered, sensing Finn stirring
beside me.
"Okay," she said absently. I heard hangers sliding
along wood. She was clearly picking out an outfit. "Damn, I hate all my
clothes."
"I am sure he'll love whatever you wear," I
offered.
"And that is why you are single," she snorted at
me before screaming, "Melinda! Take off that cute skirt! I need it
tonight! What do you think? Undies or commando?"
She burst into a fit of giggles and then the phone went
dead. Sighing, I dropped the phone on top of my sweatpants that were crumpled
on the floor. She may have gotten her man but she was still a bitch.
"Morning," Finn's deep voice sounded behind me. He
pushed my hair over one shoulder and ran his lips lightly along the back of my
neck. My body melted into him. I reached behind me and grabbed his hip, tilting
my ass so it was rubbing against his erection.
"I wish, darlin'," he drawled, his breath warm
against my back. He snaked his arms around my body, and his hands played with
my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were firm. "Gotta get to
work."
"Now?" I squeaked out.
"Covering for Mike," he said. "He has a
midnight rendezvous."
"Really?" I smiled, wondering if maybe Mike was
Tara's mystery man.
"I hadn't planned on my own rendezvous when I told him
I'd cover part of his shift."
"Too bad," I said, my voice husky and full of
want.
"Tell me about it," he groaned as I ground against
him.
"We have time for a quick one? Just to hold us
over?"
In response, he edged me onto my stomach, then pulled my
hips up to meet his. He teased my clit with one hand while he snatched up
another condom from the side table with the other. He deftly slipped it on
before guiding the tip of his cock to my gateway, pushing in and out, teasing
me with the head. Without warning, he thrust in quickly. My breath caught as
his penis slammed into my g-spot. He held my hips and thrust again and again,
bringing me to climax just as he squirted his hot seed into the condom. His
cocked pulsed inside of me while we both caught our breath.
"Sorry I have to leave," he whispered into my
hair.
I smiled. "It's okay, I probably should get some sleep.
Gotta work tomorrow too. At the shop and the frat house."
"Why do you have a million jobs?" Finn asked.
"I mean, your grandmother left you a beautiful house, you have roommates.
And you aren't exactly living large."
I sucked in my breath, and willed myself to answer rather than
moan at the sensation of Finn rocking his hips against me as he talked.
"Grams wasn't so great with money. She had a few loans on the house."
"For what? She spend a lot of time on the Foxwood's
bus?" he asked, referencing the near-by casino.
I snorted. The idea of my grandmother frittering away her
retirement during afternoons at the casino slot machines was kind of funny.
"Grams wasn't your typical blue haired old lady. She
was a witch, and a hippie. She wore Stevie Nick outfits and platform
heels."
It was his turn to laugh. "So what'd she blow the money
on?"
The question sobered me up quickly. "She was looking
for my mother."
"Your mother?" He asked.
I nodded. "She ran off and joined a cult when I was
little. I barely remember her. Probably wouldn't recognize her if I tripped
over her. Anyway, Grams lost track of her after a few years off the grid."
"So what drove her into debt? Did she find her?"
"Nope," I sighed. "The older I got, the more
obsessed Grams was about finding her. She hired a bunch of PIs to chase down
leads that never panned out."
I slowly pulled away from him, and his cock slipped out of
my slick hole, leaving me empty. I rolled off the bed and began hunting for my
clothes.
"Sorry about your mom, and your grandmother," he
said, settling into the pillows and watching me move in the moonlight.
"You know, you don't have to leave.
"Not like I'm going far," I said, scurrying around
in the dark. I plucked up a pair of underwear from under the bed. Lacy. Not
mine. I cringed and tossed them further under the bed.
I felt around some more, finally feeling the familiar
cotton. I snatched up my underwear in triumph. My bra was just to the right. I
leaned against the wall for balance a bit as I pulled my panties on.
"Damn, girl, I could watch you all night."
I felt naked, exposed. Covering my body with my arms, I
turned away from him. Finn rushed off the bed and pulled me to the window. He
tilted me into the moonlight, and gently pried my arms away.
"No, let me look at you," he said, gripping my
hands when I tried to draw my arms around myself again. "You're beautiful,
Iz. Simply beautiful."
I dropped my face. "You don't have to..."
"Yes, I do," he said, tilting my chin up. His lips
pressed softly on mine. His hands brushed along my body, going over every inch of
skin along my hips, stomach, the curve of my breasts. Once more, desire burned
through my body.
"I gotta go," he groaned, breaking away from me.
"Got to."
Nodding, I stepped away from the window and gathered my
remaining clothes. I was shaking slightly, the emotions rolling off of both of
us were intense, almost smothering in the confines of his bedroom.
"That's going to be one hell of a spell," I said
lightly, hoping to diffuse whatever was churning between us. "If that
doesn't kick start the love potion, nothing will. Right?"
"Right," he said as he pulled a clean t-shirt and
pair of boxers out of his dresser drawer. "Why don't you get some sleep,
and I'll wake you when I get home?"
"Sounds like a plan," I giggled, allowing myself
to savor the delicious possibilities of Finn's middle-of-the-night return.
After one last lingering kiss, I slipped out of Finn's room
and floated to my own. Under my sheet, a balmy late summer breeze filtered in
through my open window. I breathed in the lingering scent of Finn's musk on my
skin, and drifted back to sleep.
"You want to explain to me what happened last
night?" Danny stared at me from his usually position in the bathroom
doorway, hips jutting out. Except this time, he didn't seem so cocky. In fact,
he acted kind of wounded.
"I'm sorry," I said, balancing the toilet brush on
the edge of the bowl. "Finn...Finn's my housemate and he was helping me
with something."
"How does punching out a guy you're dancing with help
you?"
"It doesn't," I sighed. "He was mad at me,
and he took it out on you. And there was no reason for that."
"He was mad at you? Or jealous of me?" Danny
asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
"A little of both, maybe," I said to the floor,
too embarrassed to meet his face.
"Hey," he said, walking over to me and gently
lifting my chin so our eyes would meet. "I'd be jealous, too. I didn't
know you had a boyfriend."
"Oh Finn's not my..." I stopped quickly. He wasn't
my boyfriend, or was he? It was hard to say. "We have things we need to
work out, that's all."
I turned back to the toilet and plunged the brush into the
bowl, my mind whirling as I scrubbed. Finn and I had sex because I needed the
spell to work. Then we had more sex just to make sure. Then did it once more
for good luck. It seemed like each time we did the deed, there was the spell to
consider. Not that it wasn't important, but it would have been nice if we made
love just because we wanted to. I mean, I
wanted
to. Did he?
"Iz? Izzy?" Danny's voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Dinner?'
"What?" I asked.
"Do you have plans for dinner?"
"Do I?" I asked, twisting around to look at him.
"If you let me take you out, you do," he smiled.
"Shit," I sighed, my body dropping from
exhaustion. "I can't. I'm working through dinner."
"What do you mean? You're usually done here by 6
right?"
"I picked up someone's shift. I have to clean the
English department."
"Bummer," he said. "What time you get
off?"
"Late," I sighed. "And it's a commercial gig,
so by the time I'm done, I am exhausted. Not great company."
The thought of tonight's work made my muscles cry in
protest. They were still exhausted from last night's physical exertion with
Finn. But the commercial gig was good money and I needed it. And Johnny didn't
bail that often so I needed to take advantage of it.
"Too bad," he said with a shrug. "Maybe
another time."
"Maybe," I said noncommittally, turning back to my
toilet.
"See you around, then," he said before slinking
away, leaving me alone to tackle the dirty bathroom.
If there really was something going on between Finn and
myself, it wasn't fair to lead Danny on. But I definitely didn't want to piss
him off either, since he was the only thing standing between me and
homelessness.
With my resolve firm, I Spic n' Spanned the hell out of that
bathroom for the next hour, and blew out of the frat house without running into
Danny, which suited me just fine. After a quick pit stop for a coffee and donut,
I was lugging the huge floor buffer down the hallway of Philip E. Austin
Building. The back pocket of my jeans began vibrating and, in my haste to
answer the phone, I ripped the denim, leaving a good-sized hole just above my
right ass cheek.
"Hello?" I said breathlessly, hoping it was Finn.
He'd been MIA since last night.
"Izzy?" Johnny's voice was low, and he was
someplace really loud.
"Johnny? What's up? I can barely hear you."
"Iz, I'm in a bit of trouble."
"Did you say trouble?'
"I'm in jail."
"Speak up, Johnny. I swear you just said you were in
jail."
"I did say I was in jail."
"Jail? Why are you in jail?"
"I can't talk about it now. Do you have 500
bucks?"
"Five hundred dollars?" I choked. "I don't
have that sort of liquidity."
"It's just a loan. I'll pay you back."
"It's not that," I said. "I really do not
have 500 dollars laying around. I barely have $50 to get through the
week."
He was quiet on the other end. I clearly heard a guy near
him let loose a string of swears before the sounds of an ass whopping drowned
him out. "Can't you call your parents?"
"From jail?" he squeaked.
"I'm almost done with my shift," I sighed.
"Then I'll be by to spring you. Please tell me you are not in
Hartford."
"I'm in Willimantic," he said, and I exhaled in relief.
If he was in Hartford, I'd have to drop everything to get there. Not a good
place for a skinny college boy to hang out. "You have the money?"
"I'll figure something out," I grumbled into the
phone before hanging up. Maybe jails take credit cards.
I turned on the floor buffer, gripping the handles so it
didn't skip down the hall without me. The vibrations made my teeth chatter. It
took me about an hour to finish up the floor. Tempting as it was to rush
through it, I didn't want to jeopardize any future work. Plus, it was Johnny's
gig and I didn't want to lose it for him. That fool needed to pay me back.
Sitting in the damn Willi-jail. What the hell did he get himself into?
Dragging the machine behind me, I headed for the janitorial
closet to lock it away for the night. But the loud boom of the entryway door
slamming shut halted my steps. Who would be in the English department at 11 PM in
late August? Classes weren't starting for a few more days. Nerves made my
stomach muscles tighten, while the surge of adrenaline made me lightheaded. I
recalled that I only ate a donut for dinner. Maybe I was hungry.
"Izzy?" A familiar male voice echoed up the
stairway. "Izzy, are you upstairs?"
I ducked into an entryway to a classroom and pressed myself
against the wall, trying to keep my imagination in check. It was hard to erase
the horror movie playing on a loop in my mind.
Psycho killer with an ax,
creeping through an empty building, kills college co-ed.
"Izzy? It's Danny. Are you still here?"
Relaxing, I took a few steadying breaths before calling out.
"I'm upstairs."
I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, and caught sight of
Danny's hair just as he hit the first landing. He carried a brown paper bag.
"Danny, you scared the crap out of me," I said,
finally extracting myself from the wall. "What are you doing here?"
"Bringing you dinner!" He grinned and held out the
bag.
"Wow," I responded, taken completely off guard.
"It's nothing crazy," he said quickly.
"Cheeseburger and fries. I knew you liked them. Didn't want to try tacos
or something, you know, in case you don't like spicy food."
"Thank you, this was so sweet of you," I said,
genuinely touched by what he did. "But..."
His face sank. "What's the but?"
"I have to go bail a friend out of jail. It's Johnny
actually. You know, my cleaning partner."
That perked him up, like he was almost impressed. "No
shit? Johnny's in jail. Don't tell me Hartford?"
I shook my head no. "Willimantic."
He looked as relieved as I was when Johnny told me the same
thing.
"So take five minutes to eat," he insisted.
"Did you even eat dinner?"
"I had a donut," I shrugged. "It's not that.
I have to scrape up 500 bucks to bail him out. I don't have that kind of cash
sitting around."
Danny reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet.
"Five hundred, you said. Right?"
He pulled out five crisp one hundred dollar bills and handed
them to me.
"I can't take this!" I exclaimed.
His voice was matter-of-face. "You're not. Johnny
is."
"He's good for the money. I promise."
"I trust you. Besides I know where he works,"
Danny teased. "Come on, how about I drive you to the jail and we'll bail
him out. You can eat the burger in the car on the way. I mean, if that's okay
with you?"
A wave of relief slammed into me, grateful not to have to do
this on my own. I didn't know the first thing about bailing someone out of
jail.