Riding Her Unicorn

by Ever Coming

  “What?” She had been so focused on the storm she had not really heard what he had said.

  “It is a witch’s storm. Not a wizard’s.”

  She had to admit that made more sense. From the intensity of it, she guessed that cheating was involved. “Let me guess. You can sense it.” Jason had so much power, yet seemed so, well, normal.

  “I can.” They both jumped a little as yet another lightning strike hit.

  “Wait, you are not really human are you?” He couldn’t be, but yet he felt so human that maybe he was.

  “Never claimed to be.” Wasn’t that vague?

  “Never told me you weren’t either.” She was not really wanting to play games, but she was feeling antsy because of the storm.

  “True, but to be fair it would have been kind of awkward to say, ‘Hi, I’m Jason. Nice to meet you. I’m a unicorn.’ ”

  “A what?” She had to have heard him wrong. She had only met one unicorn in her life, and she was no longer in this world.

  “A unicorn.” She turned to look at him, momentarily ignoring the storm. He looked almost nervous.

  “Jason, why are you here?”

  He began to fidget a bit with the box in his hand, and she grabbed it from him, placing it by the door. She had a feeling they both needed to give their full attention to this part of the conversation.

  “Because my great aunt passed away, and I was told I needed to take care of some business with her estate.” He looked down as he said it. She was living in his house. Well didn’t that blow. She went from having a smexy day to being homeless in one sentence.

  “Suck an egg,” she mumbled. She could probably stay with Patty at the inn for two weeks with the money she had saved up, but then what?

  “What?”

  “Well, let me show you around your estate.” She pointed to the cabin door.

  “Now, I am confused.” Even as he said it, she saw the lightbulb click on.

  “My roommate was not so much a roommate as much as she was a mentor. Rosemary took me in six months back, and I was apprenticing with her to become a healer.” He just stared, so she continued talking, needing to fill the silence. “This cabin is yours. Those,” she pointed to the file boxes, “those are actually part of my plan to get the house ready for whomever came to claim it. I had no idea you were coming so soon or I would have worked faster.”

  “This is my house?” He looked to the cabin and then back to her.

  “It is.” She was sad for herself, yet glad that Rosemary’s family knew of her demise. In the back of her mind, she wondered if anyone had found the woman’s family. They were oddly quiet about the whole thing. Woodland Creek, she had come to learn, was like that, though.

  “And you live here?”

  She swallowed hard and took a step back. She knew this day was coming, but that didn’t make it any easier. “Yes, but I can be out as soon as you need me to be.” She spit it out so fast she was sure it sounded like one word.

  “Perfect.”

  “I’ll just show you around and wait the storm out, if you don’t mind.”

  He liked her enough to bring her to orgasm, so she was pretty sure he would allow her to avoid death by electrocution.

  “No.” She looked down. She didn’t want him to see the hurt in her eyes, but he was not having it. His finger pushed her chin up to until he caught her eyes with his. “No. I mean perfect that you live here.” He leaned forward and gave her a chaste kiss on the lips, not that her body got the “chaste” message. She was already wanting more. “I was not wanting to be away from you. It was the only reason I hadn’t gotten a room at the inn when you offered.”

  “So I can stay?” She had to be sure she was understanding him. It didn’t help that the stupid lightning kept startling her.

  “You can stay. I mean, I want you to stay. I feel this need to be close to you.” She knew exactly what he meant. She felt it too. “You have my unicorn so close to the surface and that has never happened before. There is something about you, Amber. I don’t know what it is exactly, but you are mine.” This. Could. Not. Be. Happening. Did he just declare intent? Guys didn’t do that on the day they met someone, especially when a blowjob was already freely given. At least not unless it was accidentally muttered during said blowjob. In her experience, lips around cocks tended to get men to freely promise the world.

  “You sound like those silly romance novels with true mates and all.” She would know. She devoured them when she was in college. It had been too long since she had read a book that wasn’t related to healing. Not that she would complain. The skills she learned from Rosemary could take her far.

  “True mates, no.” He stated with too much seriousness. “That is the stuff of fairy tales.” She wanted to counter that she loved fairy tales, but the intensity of his voice told her now was not the time for silliness. He was holding his emotions out to her. “But every sense I have tells me that you are why I am here.”

  “Not to collect your aunt’s estate?” She stepped in close, hearing her shoes slosh as she did. That storm got them good.

  “Not at all.” He reached for her, wiping some moisture from her chin, the storm still waging around them. “I have all that I need.”

  She knew he meant money, but for a brief moment she allowed herself to pretend he meant her. That moment ended with another loud crash.

  “She actually doesn’t have much.” Monetarily, that was accurate, but the knowledge in just one journal alone was priceless.

  “People don’t need much.” His hand moved from her chin, pulling her dripping hair from her forehead.

  “Isn’t that the truth?” She had been happier here, with nothing to call her own than she ever had when money was no object as a child and college student or when money was tight but still flowing during her initial post college times. The sky lit up, yet again.

  “Can we go inside now?” She nodded and bent down to pull her key from the backpack. “The porch is nice and all, but I would really like to get out of these clothes.”

  “Yeah, sorry.” She carefully lifted the lid, hoping to prevent more water from falling inside. If she was lucky, the file folders were dry and she wouldn’t have to replace them. “I kind of got overwhelmed by all the …” Victory, she found the key, and her backpack was mostly dry. “Yeah let’s go inside.”

  She fiddled with the lock. She never understood why they locked the door in the first place. It is not like people could see the house.

  “It is kind of messy in here. It was always clutter filled, but in my attempts to organize things, I made it worse.” She apologized as she opened the door and turned on the light. The comforting smell of herbs filled her senses. That smell would always remind her of the woman who took her in when she needed it most.

  “I kind of assumed it would be. Aunt Laura and my mother were the same way.”

  “Were?”

  “Yeah, they are both gone.”

  Why had she asked? Somewhere along the line she had lost all of her social skills. “I’m sorry.” She had lost everyone, but her losses were due to choices, both good and bad. Rosemary had been her first real loss.

  “No need to apologize. It was a long time ago for both.” Was he alone too? She wanted to know all things about this man before her, but the mood was getting too dark.

  “Want the two cent tour?” Amber opted to change the subject.

  “I’m dripping all over the floor.” She looked to the floor. He really was dripping. She then looked to her own feet.

  “Suck. Me too. Let me go grab some towels.”

  She pushed off her shoes and ran to the bathroom to grab a couple of towels. She caught her reflection in the mirror. She was a mess. After a few attempts to straighten out her hair, she gave up. It wasn’t like he hadn’t already seen her this way. Thank goodness she hadn’t worn any make-up; she would have looked like a raccoon.

  Walking back, she was startled to see Jason standing there in all of his naked glory. She sti
ll couldn’t see the intricacies of his tattoos, but his chest was covered—she would have to explore them later. She made the mistake of looking down and her eyes focused in on his cock. It was standing there at full mast. The messy house, the serious discussion topics, and angry storm didn’t put a damper on his mood. Not at all.

  “Ummm, your …” What … what could she possibly say? Your amazing cock is standing there to greet me?

  “Naked?” Oh yeah, there was an easy way to say that. She stood in front of him and held out the towel. “Yeah, that.” He grabbed the towel and began drying his hair.

  “Why are you naked?”

  “Because I was dripping wet and the floor deserves better.” The tile floor of the entry way could easily handle the wet, but she wasn’t going to argue. She got to ogle his sexiness. “Is there a dryer in here?” He pointed to the folded pile of clothes on the floor.

  “Yes, of course, let me grab those.” She bent to pick them up. “Here is another towel. You know, so you can dry off more than just your hair.”

  “Not trying to cover me up?”

  Heck, no, she wasn’t. He could spend the rest of their time together naked and she would be a happy, happy girl. “Have you seen you?” She reached in his pocket and pulled out the keys and wallet, placing them on the side table near the entry way. More accurately, she placed them onto the pile of papers on the side table near the entry way.

  “You are pretty wet too, maybe you should strip down?” Gone was all the seriousness of their earlier conversation and back was the deep, sexy voice dripping with sex appeal and laced with lust.

  “Maybe I will, but I will probably be cold if I do.” She should be throwing his clothes in the dryer, but this was far more fun.

  “Then I will probably have to warm you up.” Yes. That is exactly what she needed. “It would be the gentlemanly thing to do and all.”

  “What about the tour?”

  “Fuck the tour.”

  She dropped the pile of clothes and pulled her shirt over her head, dropping it to the ground with a thud. His eyeballs widened. “I’d rather fuck you.” What was the saying? Go big or go home?

  “My, my, you have a dirty little mouth.” He took a step closer and began to dry her hair. His erection was bumping into her wet jeans, but he acted as if drying her hair was the only thing on his mind, even if his words told her the opposite.

  “It would appear that you bring out the dirtier side of my personality.” She idly ran her fingers over his abs. She would need to inspect them closely later. For now, she needed to look at his face and in his eyes. He told her so much with those eyes, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

  “What can I say? It is a gift.” he teased as he went about drying her face, then neck. He was taking his time as he did, and she was ready to move full steam ahead.

  “No, this is a gift.” She wrapped her hand around his cock. It was still a bit wet from the rain, and she gave it a slight squeeze afraid that running up and down it would cause too much friction. She needed it in working order for what she had in mind.

  “Hear that?”

  “No. What am I listening for?” All she could hear was her pounding heart. She was so worked up, and they had barely begun. She was still standing there in her sopping wet jeans.

  “The rain. It stopped.”

  He was right, it had. She missed that. She had a feeling his naked body could distract her from all things.

  “That means either she regained her temper, he adequately groveled over his cheating ways, or the sheriff stopped by and put a stop to it.” She could care less which it was. She wanted to get back to naked time. Jason must have been thinking the same thing because his hand was now working on her button.

  “With the way she was raging, my guess is on the sheriff.” He spoke as if they were idly chatting over a cup of tea instead of standing there with her hand wrapped around his erection and his hand working to remove her jeans.

  “Yeah, most likely. I bet town is a mess.” The sound of her zipper sent a zing of anticipation through her.

  “True, we should probably stay here while they clean it up.” He dropped to his knees, gently working to remove her jeans. They were form fitting on a good day, and being soaking wet they clung to her.

  “Probably.”

  He now had the jeans to her ankles, and he tapped her left leg. She lifted it as he removed her pants from her leg and then they repeated the process with her right leg. Amber was now completely naked, wiggly bits and all; his face was eye level with her belly button. Her squishy tummy was out there for him to see as he just kneeled there, looking at her body.

  “What?” she asked, a bit uncomfortable with his scrutiny. She had learned to love her body, but the intensity of his gaze was borderline overwhelming.

  “I was just trying to decide where I wanted to begin.” He licked his lips as he said it.

  “I say we begin in the bedroom.” She pointed to her room. The faster they got there, the better.

  “You’re not an only in the bed and only with the lights off kind of gal, are you? I got the impression you were a bit more open than that.”

  She chuckled at him. Clearly she wasn’t. First, she tried to get him off in a parking lot, and then she blew him in the clearing. Nope, lights off and bedroom sex was only part of what she enjoyed.

  “I’m hardly that girl, but the tile floor is wet,” she pointed to exhibit A, “and I have learned the hard way that that makes it slippery. I was hoping more for orgasms than for broken limbs.” Lots and lots of orgasms if she had her say about it. “As for the rest of the house, this is basically all there is.” She gestured to the space before them with her arm.

  “What about over the couch sex?”

  “Oh, there is rarely a time where over the couch sex is not top on my list, but look at the couch.” Why, oh why had she not started her cleaning project with the couch instead of the closet? Over the couch sex was fan-freaking-tastic with a mediocre partner. She couldn’t even fathom a guess as to how over the top amazing it would be with someone who could get her off in less than a minute.

  “I see what you mean.” For a moment she thought he was going to say screw it and throw the piles of papers onto the floor. She was glad when he decided not to. Those were her most organized piles, and while the immediate satisfaction would be great, she would never be able to bask in the afterglow. “Shower sex?”

  “Are you saying you are a never in the bed kind of guy?” she taunted back. Shower sex might be fun, but not in the shower in this cabin.

  “Oh, I am an in the bed kind of guy.” Score. Sometimes lazy bed sex was the best. Especially in the morning. “I was just preplanning the rest of the night … and tomorrow.” He gave her a wink. “The kitchen counter clutter already told me no counter sex, the kitchen table told me no table sex. I had missed the couch clutter. This place really is a lot like I remember her being; although, she always had a clean table.”

  “This one was always clean, too. That mess was my attempt at organizing, but that worked out well in the end so I regret nothing.” She grabbed his hand hoping to lead him to the bedroom.

  “How’s that?”

  “The mess made me decide to go buy office things and that led me to you.” They were half way there when they passed the bathroom door and he pulled them to a stop.

  “I think the table clutter is my favorite then. Now, back to the matter at hand.” He pointed to the door in front of them. “Shower sex?”

  “That would be limited to solitaire sex, I am afraid.” Why, oh why couldn’t they have a glorious shower to share? “It is a single stall shower. You are probably going to have to duck in order to rinse off your hair.” It barely qualified as a shower. She was not tall and she was barely able to get her whole head under the running water.

  “Well, it looks like I found the first thing I need to upgrade; the shower.” He sounded serious, too.

  “Yeah, ducking in the shower bites.” He would disco
ver soon enough that the water pressure also sucked.

  “I was thinking we needed more room for shower sex.” And they were back to sex talk. She had to get him into her bedroom and pronto.

  “You are really thinking I should stick around?” She knew asking could put a halt to their evening of fun, but part of her was dying to know.

  “Of course. One thing you will learn quickly about me is that I mean what I say.” They were now in the doorway of her bedroom. It was tiny and her full sized bed barely fit, but it was clutter free.

  “That is good to know.” Amber crawled onto the bed, giving her butt a wiggle as she did. “I try, too.”

  “I appreciate that.”

  She wasn’t sure if he appreciated her ass wiggle or her trying to say what she meant. She planned on doing both repeatedly, so asking for clarification was only going to delay her naughty fun time.

  “Anything else I need to know?” She looked over her shoulder and saw his open mouth stare. Yeah, he liked her ass. She had initially thought he was a boob man, maybe she was wrong. Maybe he was an ass man.

  “There is lots and lots you need to know.” He climbed on the bed behind her. “Let’s see if I can abbreviate them so we can go back to getting it on.” She was down with that plan. She turned over to watch him as he spoke. “I always mean what I say.” She ran fingertip down the side of his neck. “I try to not question how I feel and jump in with both feet. I have seen how short life can be, and I plan to not lose a minute of it second guessing myself.” Her finger now traveled down his chest. The tattoos she saw in the distance were now up close and personal. What she had originally thought was a bunch of random tattoos, was actually an elaborate tribal piece. It was stunning. “How about you? What do I need to know about you?”

  “I think you know most of it.” He was naked on her bed, and he wanted to have her form complete sentences. Was he mad? “I am a broken homeless jaguar shifter.” It was a superficial response, but she honestly couldn’t think much deeper than, Don’t lick the nice man yet.