by E. M. Moore
“Why are you still dressed?”
I chuckled. “I don’t know. Indecisive, I guess.” He frowned, and I quickly shook my head. “Not about doing this, but I was trying to look sexy for you.”
“You don’t have to try,” Randy said. He moved forward, his cock already hardened from the promise of our time together.
While I sat on the bed, he moved my shirt off my shoulder, dropping feather light kisses there. “Sexy shoulders,” he murmured. “I bet you didn’t even try for that.”
I shook my head, my heart rate starting to pick up already.
“See? You don’t even have to try.”
He grabbed the hem of my shirt and started to pull. I raised my hands and as soon as the material passed my fingertips, he dropped it on the floor.
“Lean back.”
I did as he said. He unbuttoned my jeans and then pulled on the hem of the legs. I lifted my ass to help and before long, they were moving past my thighs and then fell to the floor with my shirt.
I sat back up, his belly button in line with my face. I licked there, moving my tongue up in a sweeping motion as my hands grasped the Adonis cut to his hips. He groaned, moving closer to me, but I placed my hands on his stomach and held him away while I stood, kissing my way up his stomach and chest. I ran my tongue over his nipple piercing and then moved higher, kissing his neck until I felt his cock against my stomach.
“I’ve missed you,” he said.
I moved up to his lips, claiming him. I was glad I wasn’t the only one that felt like that. That felt like our priorities had been way off lately. He yanked me closer, his hands settling on my lower back. He kneaded me there, sending delicious warmth through my body. His right hand dropped lower, cupping my ass until he brought me against his stiff dick. “Mmm, Randy.”
He smiled into my kiss. “I could say the same.”
“Please do.”
He groaned into my mouth, kissing me silly until he pulled a moan of my own out of me. “I can’t wait to push inside your sweet, sweet pussy.”
My insides clenched, and I focused on the area between my legs. I was getting wet, preparing myself for him, for the closeness I would feel, and the pleasure I knew he’d give me. That we’d give one another.
“Fuck, Norah,” he said after I flicked my finger over his nipple.
He reached around my back and unclasped my bra, helping me out of it before I felt it fall past my hips and add to the growing collection of clothing on the floor. Right away, he cupped me. He moved away to look, watching as he fondled me.
“Perfect breasts.” He leaned over, claiming my nipple inside his hot mouth.
“Oh God.”
With his other hand, he stroked my nipple until it hardened. My breasts felt full, and aching, waiting for more.
He kissed his way across my chest, licking his way up the swell of my breast until he settled over my other nipple, already so sensitive from his touch. My mouth clamped around another sound.
While he stroked my nipple with his tongue, his other hand dropped. As he went, my body responded, moving into it. He slipped past my panties and I spread my legs for him. He massaged my clit before he moved lower, finding his destination and slipping a finger inside. I let out a short scream. “Yes, Randy.”
He moved his finger in and out, his mouth never giving up its hold on my nipple. I wanted him to enter me, but at the same time, I didn’t want him to stop what he was doing.
I moved with him, my hips moving over his finger until he broke his hold and swore. In the next instant, he pulled my panties down and came forward. I fell on the bed and he came forward just as quick, never letting any space between us. He hooked his arms around my legs and pulled out and up, leaving me wide open for him. He paused over me, his chest heaving.
I reached down, trying to grab hold of his ass and help him inside me, but he didn’t need any help. He coaxed the tip of him inside, and I let out a breath of air.
“Jesus, Norah. Every time.” He pushed harder, sliding his entire cock inside me until the base. He rolled his hips into me again and again, still holding onto my legs and out of my reach. All I could do was meet him stroke after stroke.
I peered down to where we joined, his hard cock entering me again and again in a rhythm that took my breath away. The feeling of needing this subsided, and it was just Randy and me and our breathy sounds.
Randy edged me closer and closer to the breaking point. To the point I knew my orgasm was on the horizon and not just some magical thought, but a place I knew I’d get to. “More,” I said, pleading with him. Now that it was there, I wanted it. Now.
He obliged me, moving faster and faster until the bed dipped and creaked. His face strained, and my body pitched higher and higher.
“Fuck, Randy, yes.”
For a blissful moment, my orgasm hit as Randy kept stroking inside driving me impossibly higher. Then, I screamed out as the world seemed to fly out from underneath me. Randy leaned in, changing to short, quick pumps until he stilled, then roared and slammed into me one last time. Inside, I felt him pulse, and I stared up at the ceiling as my heart fluttered.
Thank fuck for tattooed muscled men with large cocks.
7
Randy and I lay on his bed, still wrapped up in one another. As promised, we hadn’t fallen asleep. The rest of the guys were counting on Randy to make sure that nothing happened to them while they slept. They never said we couldn’t have fun while they were doing it. “Everyone’s going to want to take watch now,” Randy said, a hint of amusement in his voice.
“And you all shall be rewarded,” I said, kissing the tip of one of his tattoos.
We were silent for another few moments. His fingers brushed over me, making my skin buzz. “I’m worried about Travis,” he said finally.
I nodded into him. “He thinks Jax can be saved.”
“He’s delusional.”
I shrugged. I wasn’t sure if that was the case or if he just wanted to believe. “I’m just worried about what might happen to him if this all goes the way we think it will. The Order wants him stopped and they’ll kill him to do it.”
“And wouldn’t he deserve it?” Randy asked. “Look at all he’s done, Norah.”
I lifted my head and propped it up under my hand, so I could look down at him. “I’m not saying he doesn’t. Forget about what Jax deserves or doesn’t. I’m just worried about Travis in all this.”
Randy clamped his mouth shut, and then eventually, he nodded. “I’m worried about him too. I’m worried he’s going to do something stupid to save his friend that’s not even his friend anymore.”
“I asked Granny about it,” I confided. “I asked her whether she thought Jax could be saved or not.”
His eyebrows rose. “What did she say?”
I shook my head. “She didn’t know. She didn’t even want to venture a guess. But,” I said, needing him to hear this part because it was so important. “She said we all have a choice. She said just like we have a choice right now not to listen to the Order and go after Jax anyway even though we’re not technically an official coven, Jax has the choice to be good…I guess that’s what she was trying to say.”
“But if he has the choice, hasn’t he already made it?”
A weight settled down on top of me. Randy wasn’t wrong. Jax had made a choice, but was that it? When someone made a choice one way or the other, was that it? They couldn’t change their mind at some point? Sure, he’d have to do a lot to come back from this, but if he made the choice to come back, couldn’t he?
Randy’s phone rang. It was faint, not even sounding as if it was coming from this room. He swore and maneuvered himself away from me while still keeping me wrapped in the blankets. “I must’ve left it in the bathroom.”
He walked away, his butt cheeks moving up and down as he strode away. I shook my head. Was seeing him naked ever going to get old? Probably not.
“Yeah,” I heard him say. “What do you want?”
He paused midway down the hall and then kept coming. When he got inside, he pointed down the hall with a strange expression. He mouthed something to me, but like I’d ever understand him. “What?”
He sighed. “Hold on, Ren.”
Ren? My eyes bugged out of my head. What the fuck?
Randy covered the speaker. “Check Liam’s room, would you? It sounds like he’s sick.”
I stood immediately, grabbing the sheets around me and putting them on like I just stepped out of the shower. Then, I pulled them up and walked to Liam’s room. Sure enough, there were some very unpleasant sounds coming from his room. I didn’t even bother knocking on the door. I walked right in.
He looked up and saw me, then turned away. “Liam, honey, are you okay?”
I moved over to him and rubbed his back as he vomited into a trash can. “I’ll be fine,” he choked out. “You don’t have to be in here for this.”
“Shh,” I said, rubbing his back. “It’s fine.”
He emptied his stomach, then stayed over the trash can for a few more moments. He breathed in deep, his back moving under my touch, before he sat on the bed again. “Can you get me a glass of water?”
I got up and padded through the hallway and out into the living room. Travis and Gabe were still asleep in their various positions as I waltzed into the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. From the faint light streaming in through the front windows, I’d say it was very early morning still. On my way back through, I tripped on a beer can, the water sloshing over my hand. Oh no. I hoped he hadn’t had too much to drink last night. Liam wasn’t a very heavy drinker at all.
I hurried up, coming into his room again and giving him the water. He drank it down until he swallowed every bit. “Thank you,” he said. There were tears at the very corners of his eyes. He laid back in bed, staring up at the ceiling. “Is it from the beer?” I asked.
Liam shook his head, then stopped immediately and cringed. “I only had one.”
Randy appeared in the doorway with a fresh pair of gym pants slung around his waist. “It’s not just Liam. Dead Reid is sick too.”
Liam moaned, then moved over the bed again, angling himself over the trash can.
Looking up at Randy, I frowned. Poor Liam.
Randy gestured with his head for me to come there, so I did. When I got there, he said, “That was our friend Ren. He said Dean’s been feeling off.”
“Like Liam?” I asked.
“Not exactly,” Randy said. “Skin itching…” He lowered his voice. “Almost like he can feel the familiar on him again.”
My eyes rounded.
“It’s not there though. He’s fine.”
“Randy, Liam—”
“I know,” he said. “I wonder if this is remnants of the familiar? It’s making them both sick.”
“Or Jax is doing something,” I said, anger bubbling up inside me.
The bed creaked, and Liam laid down again. Big tough Randy took Liam’s garbage can from the room. I smiled after him as I did so. He disappeared for a few minutes while I ran my hand through Liam’s hair and then he returned with a clean trashcan.
“Don’t look at me like that,” Randy bristled. “You should see the shit that Liam has cleaned up for me.”
He shivered at the memory, and I had to stop myself from smiling. “I wasn’t judging.”
Liam rolled onto his stomach. “I think I’m okay now. I’m just going to sleep some more.” In no time at all, his chest raised and lowered in a steady beat.
Randy put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed. We left Liam’s room, closing the door behind us until we made our way back out into the living room. Gabe shifted when we walked in, as if he was on the verge of waking up. I cleaned up after us from last night as Randy rummaged around the kitchen. “There’s literally nothing to eat in here.”
“Are you surprised?” I asked. “We haven’t been here in the longest time.”
He grunted in a non-answer that only proved how hungry he was. “Why don’t you go grab something?” I asked. “I’m sure Gabe and Travis will be up in a little while. Liam probably doesn’t want anything.”
“Did someone say food?” Gabe asked from the couch.
“Yes,” I whispered as I picked up the beer can that lay on its side next to his couch. Travis’s wind that morning had sent everything everywhere. I felt as if I was stuck in a college movie. I never had the experience myself, but this was what I imagined it would look like after drinking the night before. Evidence everywhere, yet still hungry the next day.
“Can’t you see that I’m still trying to sleep here?” Travis asked, his voice still sleepy.
Gabe grabbed a pillow from his couch and threw it at him. “Food, Mate.”
Travis sighed and put the recliner down on the chair until he was sitting straight up. He shook his head and ran his hands down his face. “Alright, but I’m going with Randy or he’ll just pick healthy shit.”
“I would not.”
Gabe laughed, his eyes still closed. He looked as if he’d been fighting about getting up for a while and still hadn’t given up the hope that he might fall back asleep if he’d just keep his eyes closed.
“Fine,” Randy said, “but we’re leaving now. Get your ass in the Jeep.”
“It’s my Jeep.”
Randy shook the chair Travis was still in. I stared at him. “Damn. Don’t poke the bear,” I said to Travis.
Randy smiled at me, then came over and kissed me on the nose. “Just hungry.”
“Alright, you guys go,” Gabe said. His hands came around my hips, and he pulled until I sprawled out on him. “Norah and I will cuddle until you get back.”
I chuckled out loud and gave him a playful slap. “I’m cleaning up the house.”
“Alright,” he grumbled. “Norah and I will be cleaning up the house while you’re gone.”
He let me go, and I stood. He stood up after me, his cute blond hair spiking up.
While Randy and Travis were out buying food, I filled Gabe in on Liam being sick and the call Randy got from Ren. When Randy and Travis came home with several grocery bags including a box of doughnuts, Travis launched right into a conversation about what was happening, so obviously, Randy had done the same with Travis on their excursion to find us some food for the house.
“It can’t be a coincidence,” Travis said.
“Definitely not,” Gabe agreed. “When has anything been a coincidence?”
“We just need to figure out what it means,” I said, staring at Liam’s closed door. Whatever it was, I hoped Liam got over it soon.
I shoved the custard filled doughnut into my mouth, waiting for inspiration to strike about what we should do. It was hard to fight someone you couldn’t find. That had been our problem this entire time.
“You know,” I started. “Granny told me yesterday that this isn’t just all our fight. We need to get all the other witches in Salem on our side. Or at least warn them that Jax is out there and that they may be affected.”
Gabe shrugged. “It makes sense. Since we don’t have the backing of the Order anymore, someone has to do something.”
Travis cocked his head. He grabbed his phone and pushed the screen. “Do you guys realize what the date is?”
I shook my head. I hadn’t really thought about it.
“We’re so close to the Spring Equinox.”
“Perfect,” Gabe said.
“Um, what?” I asked, feeling lost.
“The Spring Equinox,” Randy said. “A lot of witches celebrate solstices and equinoxes, and it just so happens that there are usually big parties that happen around that time. Lots of witches gathered in one place.”
I nodded. Definitely could be perfect…but it also sounded like the right time for someone to attack people too.
Everyone seemed to realize that at the same time. A sense of dread filled the room and then sounds of Liam vomiting in his bedroom wafted toward us. “We’ll act there,” I said. Then I got up and moved to Lia
m’s room. I couldn’t stop him from getting sick, but I could help him through it. Maybe that was something we could do for all these witches. We couldn’t stop Jax right now, but we could at least warn them about the danger. Who knew? Maybe some of them would have information on taking out a demon.
While I walked away, I thought of the Reid’s secret room again. Maybe there was something in there about demons too.
8
I felt like this was a recurring theme: me showing up at the Reid’s house uninvited.
Except for this time, I had Travis and Gabe with me. Randy had decided to stay back with Liam. I walked up to the iron gate and gripped it. I looked around to see that it wasn’t Owen guarding the gate. Then again, it wasn’t nighttime either. I guessed that was one thing that was different from every other time I’d been here.
When I mentioned that I thought we should go see the Reid’s, everyone was all for it. Liam still wasn’t feeling well, so he’d stay behind with someone, but they thought it couldn’t hurt. Like me, they probably all wanted to do something, even if it wouldn’t make a difference in the long run.
I grabbed the iron bar and looked inside, getting the guard’s attention. “Can you tell the Reid’s that the Or—”
Travis interrupted. “Please tell them, Travis, Gabe, and Norah are here. We’re friends.”
The guard gave us a doubtful look, but he turned away anyway, talking into his microphone that linked up to the main house. A few moments later, the main door opened, and Owen walked through it, still dressed in the same guard outfit. “Hey,” I said.
He smiled at me, and Travis and Gabe immediately tensed. If we didn’t have an audience, I would’ve laughed at them. I liked Owen, but I didn’t like him like that. “I was wondering when you guys were going to show up. I figured it wouldn’t take this long.”
