Spice Box: Sixteen Steamy Stories

by Raine Miller

  I hated seeing him in pain. Hated it. “Just hurry. I don’t want you to suffer anymore.”

  “I will. I promise.” He strode down the hall. His footfalls were silent, even though he was a big, muscular man in combat boots.

  I leaned back against the wall. My pulse raced at the sight of him, so sexy...so confident. No wonder he’d gotten as many promotions as he had. He was the epitome of the tough, deadly male.

  This had been the most we’d talked in our many years of knowing each other, and I wondered for a moment if that would all change once he walked out the door. Would he spend the rest of his holidays with Nolan, or doing whatever he’d planned to do?

  However, if he did...what would happen to me? I still didn’t have a clue why that werewolf was after me.

  No! Don’t get caught up in Ethan.

  Hopefully the werewolves didn’t know more about me, like where my loved ones lived. If they did, I’d be forced to use whatever meager power I had against them, and that wasn’t overly much, from the looks of it.

  If I had any chance of surviving, I needed to make sure my powers were at their full capacity, and that meant visiting my mentor, Jessa. My dream was running a shop like hers, but it’d be much too dangerous. It might cause people to look too closely at me, and I tried to avoid that. Apparently for good reason, too.

  Casting a glance down the hall, I sighed at the sight of Ethan closing the door to my guest bedroom. He headed in my direction, but now he pressed one hand tight against his side. Pain radiated from him like a dark light.

  I closed the distance between us. “Everything’s fine?”

  He nodded.

  “Let’s get you to the bathroom.” I opened the door to the restroom, flipped on the lights, then retrieved a few towels from the linen closet. When I turned around, Ethan stood in the doorway. The bathroom was too small for him to slide by me and sit on the toilet lid, and we’d have to brush against each other. I didn’t mind, but he didn’t seem too eager.

  Hurt crept into my heart, but I had to push it aside. This didn’t change anything. I couldn’t expect him to be my hero and me his damsel in distress. I wasn’t a damsel who he needed to save. He put his life on the line for a living. I wouldn’t blame him if he wanted to take a break from that kind of thing, now that he was home.

  It was just as well. He didn’t need to be caught up in my problems. Once he left, I’d work on fixing them. It would be better that way. I could concentrate on what I needed to do without my raging libido distracting me.

  When Ethan made no effort to move into the bathroom, I frowned. “Sit on the toilet lid? Please?”

  His gaze drifted from me to the toilet right behind me. “You’re kinda in the way.”

  Pinching the bridge of my nose, I walked toward the doorway. Fine. If he wanted to do this, then I’d play along. I was only trying to be helpful, but he was acting as if I had the bubonic plague.

  He moved aside, then walked into the bathroom. He took a seat on the commode and watched me with his stunning blue eyes. My heart leapt at the intensity of his gaze. He never failed to send the butterflies in my stomach fluttering.

  “Now?” he asked.

  “Now if you could take off the remainder of your shirt, I’d appreciate it. I’m going to get...uh, my first aid kit.” Geez...what would he think about me putting the salve on his naked chest? Would he reject my help because I was a witch?

  I only hoped he was more understanding than that.

  He cocked an eyebrow at me. “Why isn’t your first aid kit in the bathroom?”

  “Um...it’s,” I tugged my lower lip between my teeth, trying to figure out how to say it, “different than a normal first aid kit.” With that, I darted down the hall before he could ask more questions that I didn’t want to answer.

  “Fine,” he said, more under his breath than to me.

  I slipped back downstairs, needing to get the healing salve from the kitchen. My usual hiding place was a shoebox in the guest bedroom’s closet. If anyone suspected me, they’d probably go to my room. They wouldn’t think to look in a box that used to house a pair of very expensive Gucci shoes. Those heels were still my favorites.

  Shaking the thoughts away, I also grabbed the shoebox on my way back and headed back to the bathroom. I came up short at the sight.

  “That’s your first aid kit?” Ethan chuckled. “Don’t know if your shoes will help this.”

  My heart hammered in my chest. I couldn’t respond to his skeptical quip. Seeing him without his shirt on and so close froze me in place, but the bite marks marring his pecs and side were a horrible sight. I couldn’t imagine how he’d kept his calm all this time—and had driven, too.

  If I didn’t give him the salve and cast the charm over him, he’d surely be lost to me as a werewolf. However, part of me wondered if I were too late.

  No. I couldn’t think that way. Regardless of the way my power had let me down at the airport’s parking garage, I could only hope that I’d be able to rescue him from this now. If I couldn’t...I’d prefer not to think that way. I refused to.

  Let’s just say the werewolves would have one more tool to use in exacting revenge on me than what they’d already used, and I wanted to keep the collateral damage at a minimum and keep the people I cared about safe. Even if that meant never seeing them again....

  “Mia?” Ethan took hold of my wrist. “Are you okay? If you’re uncomfortable, I can wash this out myself. I have had field training for treating injuries. Nothing quite like this, but I could manage.”

  I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly trying not to show anymore fear than I already had. “No, I’ll be okay. I can do this.”

  I chanted under my breath, focusing all of my energy into making sure the salve was successful and healed away the possibility of the werewolf infecting Ethan with lycanthropy. I refused to give in, not if it meant risking both my and Ethan’s safety. Regardless of the feelings I’d had for Ethan, he meant an awful lot to my whole family.

  CHAPTER 5

  Ethan

  Mia rubbed her soft hands over my skin. The intimate sensation was almost too much. A small part of me wanted to stop her, but the rest of me craved her touch.

  I’d spent months overseas without female companionship—yeah, there were women in the Army, but I didn’t view them like that. Those women were part of the team, and screwing around with my fellow soldiers didn’t fit with my morals. Besides, some of women were older and married.

  Having Mia right here, with her hands on my chest, made me want give in to my yearnings. Nolan’s younger sister. Those three words kept me from making moves I might regret.

  While I saw the way she sometimes looked at me, I wouldn’t go chasing after her. If I made a move on her, that would be creepy, right? I’d known her since she was in diapers. The one time I had showed a little interest in her was when we were younger. Nolan and I got into a huge fistfight, only to be separated by Mia, who’d been too young to know better than get in the middle of two guys fighting.

  Ever since that day, I’d shut away those feelings for her in the darker recesses of my mind. I still wanted her, but it was a secret longing. Even if I wanted her, I couldn’t have her now. Settling down didn’t suit me. My job as a soldier meant a lot, and I didn’t want anyone worried sick about me. No kids missing their father, or wife missing her husband, especially if things went wrong and I ended up dead. I’d seen it happen too many times, and I refused to leave behind a family who depended on me like that.

  Things were better this way. I wanted to advance my career, to make something of myself, instead of struggle as my parents had done for most of their lives.

  If that meant putting in long hours or grueling months, I would do it. All for the better, and my job was important: I helped to protect my country, even if I wholeheartedly disagreed with a lot of the asshattery in the government.

  While I wasn’t against having short hook-ups to satisfy my needs, I refused to put my heart in
to them. Mia held that piece of me, and she didn’t even realize it.

  She glanced up at me, still chanting under her breath. I strained to make out the words, but it was as if they were in another language. Since when did she know more than one language? She’d struggled through French in high school. A pretty pink blush spread to her cheeks when our eyes met. I wanted to kiss her, to show my true feelings.

  Nolan wasn’t here. He didn’t have to know, and our relationship would probably return to what it had been before all this. It would better for us to not even go there. If we did, Christmas dinner with her folks would be horrifyingly awkward, knowing we’d slept together. Yet that didn’t stop my raging desire to throw her over my shoulder and carry her to the sweetly feminine bedroom I’d walked into earlier. Maybe it had been way too long since I’d last been with a woman. That had to be it. There was no other reason for my feelings to explode like this all at once.

  “What’s in that stuff? The pain is almost gone now.” I frowned at her, noticing the sudden difference, now that I thought about it. I’d been so absorbed in other thoughts that I hadn’t paid much attention to the pain. Now it was barely there. This woman had to be a witch, for all the power she possessed when it came to my heart.

  Damn it.

  Mia flashed me a smile and continued chanting, while she rubbed on a little more of the cool, balmy cream from the small jar. Her red hair was like a stunning flame, cascading over her shoulders, and her green eyes lit up her face, with her faint freckles dotting her cheeks.

  What the hell? This wasn’t like me. What was in that stuff? “Mia? I need to know. What—”

  She pressed a fingertip to my lips, frowning at me. Closing her eyes, she held her hands close enough to my skin that I could feel the heat from her palms as she whispered another stream of foreign words. A soft glow emitted from her hands, and I nearly fell off the toilet seat, but the warm sensation against my chest and side were almost pleasurable.

  I tilted my head back, staring at the ceiling. What had I’d gotten myself into? I’d imagined my Christmas break would be relaxing, maybe somewhat boring, what with attending the festivities at The Brooks’ home and not much else. So far, it was beyond anything I’d anticipated.

  Not that I minded, but I wished Mia wasn’t in the level of trouble that I suspected, because if that was the case, then she needed to open up so I could help.

  Hopefully I was wrong, but not much pointed in that direction.

  Mia slumped forward into my lap as the glow dissipated. Her small hands brushed my thighs and blood surged straight to my cock. Damn it. Not the right time for me to be feeling this way.

  “Are you okay?” I asked, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. My body froze. I couldn’t believe I’d just done that, but the action had felt so natural at the time.

  “I...I’m fine. To answer your question, it was a healing...salve. I made it myself.” She gulped and blinked up at me as if she was just as surprised at the light kiss as I was. “I’m glad to hear that the pain is fading.” She spread large bandages over the vicious wounds, averting her gaze from mine again.

  “Will you finally answer my questions? I need to know what’s going on if I’m to help you. You can’t leave me in the dark.” I fought the urge to cup her chin, to force her to look at me. I’d already done too much when it came to touching her. She was probably feeling just as overwhelmed about all of this as I was, if not more so.

  “I said I would, but maybe we could find a better place to do that than here in the bathroom?” Her hands were gentle, and the more she touched me the less control I felt with her, especially when she was this close.

  If it weren’t for my pledge to her brother when we were younger, I would’ve been all over her. Then again, that wasn’t exactly the kind of guy I was. But a fling would’ve been nice at least. Yet even as I thought that, I couldn’t imagine having something to inconsequential with her. Every part of me knew that I wasn’t the type to commit, but something about her made me reconsider my attitude.

  “That’s fair. Just don’t try to get out of talking to me.” I glanced down at myself, agitated at the blood staining my uniform. I would need to get over it, though, because, right now, I had other things to worry about.

  She climbed to her feet, then she set about washing her hands, scrubbing under her nails with a brush before drying them.

  “Are you okay? Did the...uh, wolf...hurt you?” The fact the thing had been a werewolf was still hard for me to swallow, but I’d have to come to terms with it if I wanted to help.

  “I’m fine. Only a few scratches from falling on the pavement. I’m okay.” She rubbed the remainder of the healing salve on her scraped elbow and the back of her head. Her eyes widened, and she dropped the small glass jar into the sink. It clattered in the sink but didn’t break. “Oh no. You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Her gaze drifted over to me and worry painted her eyes.

  “What is going on?” I closed the distance between us, forcing her to look up at me with her soft, pouty lips and delicate facial features.

  “I...I just remembered something.” She chewed on her lower lip.

  I wanted to kiss those lips, but that wasn’t right. I wasn’t like this. Not this much. Not with Mia. “Go on.”

  “When I was making the healing cream, I accidentally spilled...something extra in it. I hadn’t thought much about it because it was only supposed to be my emergency sta—”

  “You did what!” I dove at her, but she backed away and shut the door between us. Yanking the door open, I saw her dart toward her room. “Get back here.” If we went into her room with her bed, I didn’t know if I’d be able to control myself. “Did you plan this?”

  That question spun her around to face me. “What? You think I planned to have a werewolf attack me while I picked you up from the airport? I didn’t even want to be there. I only did it because Nolan forced it onto me.” Her eyes widened, but the words were already out there. “I’m sorry.”

  I couldn’t believe she’d just said that. While I knew my friend had handed the gig to her, hearing Mia say those words cut me to the core. Maybe I hadn’t realized about this part of her, or it’d blossomed since I’d been overseas, but either way, I wasn’t in the mood for this shit. If I was such a bother to her and her damn social life, then I’d just leave.

  Hell, I didn’t even know if she had a boyfriend or not, and yet I was throwing myself at her. Before I knew what I was doing, I shoved past her and darted down the stairs.

  “No, please, Ethan. Don’t leave. I’m so sorry.” Her hands brushed my arm, but I ignored her, not wanting to be here any longer than necessary. “Stop. Ethan! I didn’t mean to say that.”

  I whirled on her. “But we both know it’s true.”

  Her mouth dropped open, and she reached out her hand to me but dropped it.

  “It’s better this way, babe. We don’t have anything in common, aside from eating dinner at your parents occasionally. Once you’re out of this mess, there will be nothing further between us.”

  Outside, a car pulled into Mia’s driveway, and the fear a werewolf might attack her had my attention. While she wasn’t in the right, I couldn’t leave her to suffer alone. I crossed to the kitchen window to peek out, careful not to move the blinds much.

  A man in dark slacks and a button-down shirt climbed out of his car. He carried a bouquet of roses in his arms and clicked the key remote to lock his fancy luxury car.

  “Looks like your date is here.” Anger rolled through me with more force than I’d expected. Part of me wanted to punch the guy and get him the fuck away from Mia. But no, this was her life, and I wouldn’t screw it up.

  The doorbell rang. When Mia made no attempt to answer it, I opened the door. The man’s smile twisted into a scowl and he raked his gaze over me, before shifting his attention to Mia. He pushed past me and crossed the entryway to get to her.

  “Mia, who is this? And what is he doing half-naked in your house?” He grabbed her by t
he arms and shook her. She gasped, trying to pull away from him. Mia didn’t meet his eyes, but he held on tight. “Are you cheating on me? Wait, what are those bruises from?” He swirled on me. “Did you hurt her?”

  “Just drop it, Greg. Please.” Tears rolled down Mia’s cheeks, and I wished I could take back my words. Her quiet, shy demeanor had crumbled since the incident in the bathroom.

  I could tell Greg didn’t like Mia telling him to drop it. His shoulders tensed and he turned his head to glare at her. This guy left a really bad taste in my mouth. Why had she gone for someone like him, to begin with? Maybe she really had changed since I’d been deployed, but that didn’t mean I had to like it. The idea of this man mistreating her set my blood on fire.

  “Don’t tell me what to do, Mia,” Greg said, his voice an angry growl.

  I grabbed the guy by the front of his silk shirt. “Back off. If she asks you to drop it, then drop it. You’re in her house.” I shoved Greg back a few steps. Instead of backing down, he launched himself right at me.

  “Guys, please.” Mia took a couple steps toward us. Her eyes wide in horror, and she chewed her lower lip.

  “Don’t think you’ll be able to get away with that shit. I’m in a relationship with Mia. That gives me more clout to say something to my girlfriend than you. So you should get out of her house, right now.” Greg threw a punch, but I easily blocked it, slamming my fist into his stomach as hard as possible.

  This asshole was really getting to me.

  “Stop it! Both of you.” Mia shoved me, but I didn’t budge. Her hands on my chest made me wonder if I wasn’t doing the right thing, but standing up for her was more important than sitting around pissed off.

  Greg straightened his spine and his shirt. He scrunched his face in disgust. “Go get ready, Mia. The movie starts in less than an hour. I’d planned for us to eat first, but this...man who you haven’t introduced me to is messing up our schedule.”