"Jack.” She moaned and tried to roll over.
"You want to pleasure me?” he asked, his tongue flicking at her earlobe before he sucked it between his lips.
"Yes."
He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her bottom in the air. “Then let me take you from behind."
Morgan quivered as she tried to decipher his words. Did he mean in her ass? Or that he merely wanted to be behind her?
His hands slid down over her thighs and gripped the silky material of the dress. He pulled it up until he exposed her backside to him. Judging by his triumphant growl, she knew he saw her sans underwear and liked it. He licked her naked flesh. The sensation of his tongue made her so wet, she could feel moisture drip between her thighs.
"By the Goddess, what you do to me, baby,” he growled as he inserted his finger between her slick folds. She moved back trying to take his digit in deeper.
"No more than what you do to me."
Morgan shrieked when he removed his finger and traced a line in between her ass cheeks. He played with the tiny opening there, rubbing his finger across it and then inserting just the tip.
"Jack!” she screamed in surprise as pleasure burned a path up her back, and more of her fluids dripped between her thighs.
"Not tonight, baby. But soon."
Morgan shivered. She didn't know if she wanted him there, but at this point, she just needed satisfaction, it didn't matter what he had to do to give it to her.
When she felt the tip of his cock press against her, she pushed back until he slid between her swollen lips. Jack groaned, the sound thrilling her to her very core.
Jack thrust into her while she pushed back against him. She found his rhythm and settled into it while his flesh slapped against her backside. Her nerve endings tingled. Morgan fisted her hands in the bed sheet as sensations raced across her body and she moved faster.
"Harder, Jack. Harder, please, Jack."
He rammed into her harder and harder until her vision blurred. Her orgasm shattered the remains of her control, and Morgan screamed his name as her inner muscles milked him. He gave a shout as he reached his release.
"You are unbelievable,” Jack said and then kissed her neck. He spooned her against him and wrapped his arms around her.
"You're not so bad yourself.” Morgan closed her eyes and felt herself drifting to sleep as Jack asked her if she'd ever been in love before.
"Yes.” She sighed and snuggled closer to him.
"It's something I hadn't experienced before.” Jack's warm breath brushed against her ear. “But there's this girl I've been in love with—"
"What?” Morgan pulled away and turned to face him.
"Morgan—"
"You are in love with someone and you slept with me! Repeatedly! You louse!” Anger and betrayal filled her until a resounding slap echoed in the sudden silence. Jack stared at her unblinking. Morgan realized she'd just slapped him. Her stinging palm proved it.
"Now will you let me finish?"
"No!” she shouted. “Get out!"
"Baby, just listen to me for one minute."
"No!” Morgan jumped out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe off a hook on the back of her door. The more of her that was covered the better. The louse! How could he? She pulled it on and closed it tightly. “Having sex with me without love is one thing, but to betray the woman you do love is totally wrong."
She turned her back, her heart breaking into a million pieces as she walked back to the dining room to clean up their dinner.
Great way to bring in the new year. With a broken heart. As if on cue, her doorbell rang. Morgan growled and dropped the handful of dishes on the table. She pulled the belt tighter on her robe and marched over to the door. Who would dare disturb her this late? She rented the top floor of an old house on the outskirts of the city. No one ever asked her for candy, and at nine, it was too late at night for children to be out anyway.
Morgan walked over to the door and looked through the peephole. Sheila? Morgan sighed. Great. What did she want? Morgan unlocked the door and pulled it open.
"Hi, Sheila, what brings you to my home this late at night?"
"I really hate to bother you at home, Morgan, but it's about that love potion.” Sheila's eyes moved past her and widened.
Damn. Jack must be standing behind her. Oh well, it was over now anyway, so what did it matter if people found out?
"Sheila?"
"Jack?"
"Great! You two know each other!” Morgan forced a bright smile. She turned to Jack and froze when she realized he'd pulled on his jeans, but hadn't bothered to close them, or put on a shirt. Jack's face flushed a dark red, and briefly Morgan wondered if this was his love. Well, he'd kissed her good bye if she was. Sheila didn't look happy to see him there.
"What the hell is going on?” Sheila demanded.
"Jack came over for dinner so we could discuss his wands. My cat spilled the soup and it got all over my clothes, and Jack's. I was just washing his—"
"I'm not stupid, Morgan,” Sheila interrupted. “You're fucking my brother?"
"Your brother?” Morgan paled as she remembered the love potion she'd created for Sheila not long before Jack arrived at the store and took her on the counter, and then again in the back room.
"Yeah, the one you made the love potion for."
"Love potion?” Jack joined them at the door. “What love potion? You used magick on me?"
The hurt in his eyes was like a dagger in Morgan's heart. It twisted painfully as he stood there, hands fisted at his sides.
Morgan didn't know what to say. She had made a potion, but he didn't sound as if he understood that she wouldn't force another person. It couldn't have worked all that well if he came here and made love to her while claiming to love another woman.
"It isn't what you think. I don't do manipulative spells. I follow the Rede, I—"
"I don't want to hear your excuses. You used a spell on me and took away my free will—"
"No, I didn't. Will you just listen to me?” Morgan pleaded.
"Like you listened to me in the bedroom when I tried to tell you I loved you? And then you slapped the shit out of me? No thank you."
Jack turned and stomped back to her bedroom.
"Oh my!” Sheila grabbed Morgan's arm. “Did he just say he loved you?"
"Yes,” Morgan hissed as she pulled her arm away. “But thanks to that stupid potion, he thinks it's not real."
"But that's why I came here.” Sheila reached into her small black purse and pulled out the vial. “I wasn't able to get it to him and wanted to know if you'd redo it for me. I guess I didn't need it after all."
"You mean you didn't give him the potion?” Morgan reached for the vial and lifted it up. The contents swirled against the glass. “He really loves me?"
Jake snorted as he joined them at the door again. “Good bye, Morgan."
"Good bye?” Morgan gasped and looked up as Jack wrapped his arm around his sister.
"Let's go, Sheila. Obviously Morgan practices black magick and we shouldn't associate with her."
"But she didn't give you the potion!” Morgan shouted, waving it in his face.
Jack frowned and grabbed it. He stared at it for a long moment.
"It's true, Jack. I didn't get a chance to give you the potion. Your feelings for Morgan are your own."
Jack paused and looked at Morgan. “It doesn't matter. Your intent does. And you,” he said as he turned to Sheila. “You should know better. Haven't I tried to teach you the Craft? Didn't I explain the differences between right and wrong?"
Morgan's last hope died a bitter death with those words. After this week of loving and the past two years of friendship, he could think that little of her?
"You should listen to Morgan. She refused to do the love potion like I asked. Instead, she did something to help you find your true love, and that was all. It was just to help make you look for her, not to make you love someone. She didn't even know it
was you, so how could she make you fall for her?"
"It's true, Jack. You didn't even take the potion. Besides, I would never force anyone to do anything, and I would never, ever make someone fall in love with another person. You don't know me very well at all, Jack.” Morgan looked at Sheila and saw only panic and guilt. “Go on, and take your brother with you. Please!"
Without waiting for them to leave, Morgan ran back to her bedroom and slammed the door shut. Ohhh, the nerve of that man. To take what she offered and accuse her of deceit. He should know her well enough after all this time. That he didn't, told her more than anything else. She'd been a fool to listen to her heart and now she would pay the price.
Morgan choked back a sob and walked into her bathroom. She would wash away his scent and then clean the apartment, getting rid of any evidence of this lapse in judgment. It was obvious he would no longer allow her to sell his magickal items, but it would be easier in the long run. She wouldn't have to face him and feel the pain of his lack of trust.
She turned the water on full force and as hot as she could handle, and then climbed in with her apricot scrub. She used her favorite loofah and tried to wash away his scent.
"Out damn spot, out,” she cursed as tears filled her eyes. Damn him, and damn her traitorous heart that wished he'd come in here and take her in his arms and apologize. Why did she have to fall in love with a thickheaded idiot?
When the water grew too cold, she climbed out and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel. She knew she should clean the dirty dishes, but she didn't really feel like it. That could wait for tomorrow. She didn't even feel like checking to see if they locked the door behind them, even though she knew she should.
Morgan crawled into bed and regretted it the instant Jack's scent reached her. With a sigh, she stripped the bed, then grabbed a sheet, threw it on the bed and crawled on top of it. She drifted off into a restless sleep where Jack pointed his finger at her in accusation while telling her how evil she was and what a mistake he had made.
She woke slowly and noticed it was still dark. Morgan choked back a sob as her memory of the night came back in a rush. She buried her face in the sheet and allowed herself to cry. One last time and then she would shed no more tears for the jerk.
"Morgan, baby, you're breaking my heart."
She gasped at the sound of Jack's voice. What was he doing here? Her first thought was to hide, but then she realized he was already in the room and knew she was crying.
"Have I hurt you that badly?” This time his voice was barely a whisper.
She nodded, realized he'd know she still loved him and shook her head. When he didn't say anything, she opened her eyes again and checked to see if she had been imagining his voice.
"I talked to Sheila after you left us in your foyer. She told me that you refused to make the potion she wanted and insisted you could only help me want to find my true love. I'm still not thrilled with it, but when she repeated the spell, I realized you weren't lying about not forcing me.
"I've seen what magick in the wrong hands can do and it's not pretty. I vowed that I would never use my magick for evil, and that I would stay away from those who did.” Jack sat down on the bed and watched her.
"What are you saying?"
"I'm saying that I am sorry. I judged you unfairly and for that, I apologize. I've come to know you very well these past two years, and value your friendship. After this past week with you, I know how stupid it was of me to jump to conclusions, especially the wrong ones. I know you would never harm another person. I know you're a special, loving woman. Will you marry me, Morgan?"
Her breath caught in her throat as she tried to understand what he'd just said. He apologized, and then asked for her hand in marriage without even waiting for her to accept his apology. While she studied him, he looked at her as if in pain.
"Please, Morgan. Say you will be my wife. Let me love, honor and cherish you for the rest of our days. Unless you would prefer to handfast..."
"Yes. I will marry you, handfast, or whatever you want.” She laughed and threw her arms around his neck. “I also accept your apology."
"I promise to listen to my heart, and never doubt you again,” Jack swore.
"Oh, I dunno, baby. I'm sure we'll have our problems. We'll just have to work through them instead of jumping to conclusions. We're both guilty of that after all.” Morgan smiled and wondered if a November wedding would be too soon.
THROUGH THE VEIL
by
Tina Bendoni
Alyson looked up at the sound of footsteps approaching her. It was him. Lucas. Six foot six inches tall in his bare feet, and long brown hair that had the most gorgeous blond highlights. Every time she saw him, she wanted to run her fingers through it. It was soft as down and felt wonderful against her body. She knew she could never get enough of him.
Tonight, he was wearing jeans that hugged his body like a second skin. They left nothing to her imagination, but she knew exactly what was under that denim, and the material barely did it justice. Her body tingled at the thought of stripping those jeans off him before the night was through.
As always, he approached her with the sleekness and stealth of a jungle cat. As though she were a scared mouse that might run away.
"Good evening, Alyson.” That deep voice sent shivers running up and down her spine, centering on her suddenly wet pussy.
"Hello, Lucas.” Alyson heard her own voice, breathy and sultry, so unlike her normal tone. He did that to her every time.
He reached for her, nesting his hand in her long red hair, running it through his fingers. “You look exquisite tonight."
Alyson looked down at herself. She was wearing a low-cut v-neck shirt that clung to her chest, showing her hardened nipples through the light material. A broomstick skirt swung nearly to her ankles, blowing in the light breeze.
"Thank you.” She felt herself blush.
"Anywhere you would like to go? Or maybe just stay here?” His husky voice left Alyson no doubt as to what he wanted to do if they stayed in tonight. The sparks running down her body from where his hand held hers reminded her she was perfectly willing.
"Staying in sounds like fun,” she whispered with a smile.
Locking his stare on her, Lucas drew her to him so his mouth could capture hers. Alyson knew a kiss was just a kiss, but Lucas took a simple meeting of lips and made it into a symphony of sensations intense enough to make her toes curl. His tongue entered her mouth, caressing hers, eliciting a moan as his hands wrapped around her waist pulling her closer yet to his hard body.
Her hands wound around his neck, holding him tight against her as he continued to ravish her with only his tongue and lips. Her breathing sped up when her body responded, eager to get going, knowing what was to follow.
Lucas pulled back and gazed into her eyes. “I have searched the world looking for a woman to make me feel like you do. If only we could be together forever."
"I tell myself that every time we part, and then remind myself at least we have the nights."
He growled in response as he buried his lips in her neck, nibbling at her throat with passion.
Alyson felt herself go weak at the knees, but knew no fear of falling, as he captured her immediately and brought her to the four-poster bed awaiting them.
Lucas stood her up beside the bed, and grasped the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up slowly. He urged her to lift her arms as he pulled it over her head. Tossing it aside, his hands immediately went to cup her bare breasts. He said he didn't like underthings; had told her they got in the way when they were together, so she always made sure she didn't wear any when meeting him.
His thumbs flicked across her nipples, forcing a gasp from her lips as waves of pleasure shot through her body. He bent down to kiss each breast gently, paying homage to each as though they were worthy of worshipping for all eternity. His hair was as soft as she remembered. Her hands tunneled through it as it brushed her torso gently.
Holding her tight
, Lucas knelt down in front if her, kissing his way down her stomach to the waistband of her skirt. Slowly he tugged the skirt down, past her waist, over her hips, until it fell in a puddle at her feet.
"You are beautiful,” he said as he looked up at her after she was bared completely to him.
"You have to say that,” she said with a smile. “You're my dream man."
"No, you truly are a wonder, my Alyson. One I am not sure I can live without.” With that declaration, he buried his face between her legs, his tongue delving straight for her core.
Alyson fisted her hands in his hair as he laved her pussy with attention. Flicking her clit with his tongue, his hands massaged her thighs, one thumb moving inward. Reaching one hand around her, he grabbed her ass as his other reached the tangle of hair at the apex of her thighs. Lightly, his fingers separated her lips, and he inserted two into her vagina, his tongue never stopping its actions.
Alyson gasped as he teased her, pumping her with his fingers, mouth nipping at her nub and his other hand massaging her ass, pulling her vagina tighter to him as he sucked and bit harder, sending electric currents running throughout her body. She quivered, knowing she was close to coming, that she couldn't handle any more of his teasing.
"Come for me, baby. I want to taste you. I need to taste you."
Alyson threw her head back while he continued his assault on her senses, her hands clenching tighter in his hair as he kneeled eating her. Tension built in her body, tightening her muscles as it prepared for its release. Close ... so close ... right there ... “Oh!” she moaned as all tension left her body in a rush, coming back in a wave that she rode again and again while he continued feasting at her core.
Finally, he pulled his head back from her and looked up at her with a grin. “That's my girl, that's what I needed from you tonight."
She laughed as she fell back onto the bed, her body weak from her response to him. “You are incredible."
Lucas gave her a grin that had her heart tumbling and climbed onto the bed with her. “I love when you laugh,” he said, reaching for her, pulling her close to him.
Celtic Love Knots Volume 1 Page 2
