Hex upon Me

by Beth Mikell

A live birth? Maybe? But, he refrained from tossing that out. “Look, baby girl, I appreciate your gifts and everything, but I think it's a bit too soon. My relationship with Savannah is new as well as the baby. I didn’t want to overwhelm her, ya know?”

  Katie nodded her head, “I get it, really, but honestly, I think you are the one overwhelmed,” she stated and moved closer to him as he opened his mouth to protest. “And it’s understandable. You went through a tough time two years ago, but you deserve to be happy now.”

  Hex snorted, “I don’t know if I can.” There he said it…though he should have admitted it to Savannah, not Katie.

  She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, “You have to try and when I say try, I mean kiss ass and suck toes—show that woman how special she is. She obviously likes you a little—so I know she’s not totally crazy. You’re the perfect catch. And she’s rockin’ hot, so don’t mess this up.” She proceeded to jab a finger into his shoulder.

  He rolled his blue eyes with annoyance, “Point? Please?”

  Katie giggled sweetly, “You know what I meant without the in depth mumbo-jumbo!”

  His expression softened, “I know, baby girl. I don’t think I can handle it if round two should the shit hit the fan.”

  She spun away and opened the fridge, pulling out a fruit platter and a bottle of water. “Trust her, big brother. I, on the other hand, am going to ply her with fruit and hours of gift giving…so off you go!” She waved him off with a flick of her wrist.

  His mouth dropped open in disbelief, “So that’s it? I’m dismissed?”

  “Yep.” She pushed him towards the back door.

  Hex held on to the doorknob as his sister continued to push him out, “But, I haven’t seen her in a week. I would like to spend some time with her!”

  Katie pffted, “Please, you can have nights, I get her days.” She flicked a glance down to her watch. “By my estimation I still have five hours and counting. So beat it!”

  “Katie!”

  She tilted her head and pursed her lips in agitation, tapping her foot, “I’m only here for a couple days, Hexon. Let me enjoy this.” She promptly slammed the door in his face.

  Stunned, Hex stared at the closed door. After a few moments…a smile broke over his face and happiness touched him deep. For the first time in a long, long time a dream he buried deep within himself surfaced with hearty warmth. Just maybe…possibilities were there and he whistled as he strode away.

  ~~~

  Savannah maneuvered out of the shower and worked her way up to the counter. After a week of handling the act herself between taping her ankle and crutches, she was now a pro. She anchored her towel around her breasts and…smiled. The last few hours of girl bonding with Katie were by far amazing, not just for her endless array of gifts and thoughtfulness (though she had excellent taste), but her warm welcome and sweetness. By the end of dinner, they exchanged numbers, Katie picked up Jagger’s S nickname for her and both promised to keep in touch after Katie returned to Florida.

  Now…if she could just get Hex on the same page…wishful thinking? Maybe.

  She reached for her slip dress, but it wasn’t there. Damn. She left it on the end of the bed. Grabbing her crutches, she made her way to the door and peered out…low and behold Hex sat on the end of the bed with her dress dangling off the end of his index finger. His blue eyes burned hot azure right through her and as close to an orgasm as she could get from across the room. Even his black t-shirt and jeans enhanced his scrumptious qualities.

  “Looking for this, princess?”

  Holy hot sexy man! Yeah she was…crushed by him, but the man did sexy so damn well, what would it matter? Her inner hussy revved up a couple of notches, but what the hell? Right? He made edible synonymous with incredible and her ability to resist him ranked lower than an ant bite, but still packed the same amount of pain. Go for it her mind purred. No need to purr twice.

  Savannah deftly made her way over to her biker god and took her dress. “Thanks. Are you going to watch me put it on too?”

  He continued to stare and his amazing lips curved up into a boyish grin, he shrugged. “I never claimed to be a gentleman.”

  Yeah, biker god, absolutely not, but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Savannah propped her crutches at the end of the bed and leaned a hip up against the bedpost. With neither a smile nor word, she kept her dark eyes fixed upon his face. Without ceremony, she pulled the towel. It hit the floor with small swoosh at her feet and she was rewarded with his quick, indrawn breath. Perfect. Time to get her seduction on…please? Fresh tactics were sorely needed.

  Hex’s mouth went drier than…hell. Beautiful came to mind, but that wasn’t enough for her. No--not his sarcasm princess. Exquisite, stunning and the embodiment of beauty itself inside and out said it all. Instantly hard, he wanted to pull her close and lick every inch of her body. Her hair hung damp around her shoulders, a sweet sheen of water glistened on her golden skin—water even caught within the spiky depths of her lashes. And her scent…sweet, spring heaven! He unraveled…but neither moved to touch her.

  For Savannah…so not the reaction she wanted and with a mental shrug, she slipped her dress over her shoulders and hopped towards the bed. With the plastic still on her foot, she nearly slipped, but Hex caught her around the waist.

  “I’ve got you.” He pulled her up on the bed next to him and he shifted to face her, taking her hands in his. He cleared his throat in an attempt to stamp down the mother load of desire hammering through his blood, yet…he wasn’t a gentleman. But, he had something to say.

  She shook her head in disbelief, “Okay…that was the first time I’ve ever been entirely naked in front of a guy and received the brush off. What gives, Montgomery?”

  He chuckled, “Brush off? I’m ready to jump you, princess,” he said, smoothing her hand down over his erection, but pulled her hand back just as quick, linking his fingers with hers. “But, want to…keep a clear head.”

  She raised an elegant black brow with a hint of smile touching her lips.

  “Don’t go there.” Hex gave a short laugh—the insinuation of head vs. hot-n-heavy filled his mind, but he loved how her mind worked—always in sync with his. Naughty, but true.

  With mock innocence, Savannah smiled full-on, “What? I didn’t say anything.”

  He exhaled…hard, “Anyway…I wanted to start this off right.”

  “And that would be…?” She prompted.

  He took another deep breathe, “I’m an ass.”

  Stunned, her mouth dropped in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

  Hex put down both her hands and plowed them through his black hair, “Damn, I’m saying this all wrong. Yes, I’m an ass, but what I mean is…I want to explain a few things. And it’s not easy for me.”

  She only nodded and he continued.

  “I mentioned a bad experience in the hospital. And I won’t lie, it sucked. Jessica was beautiful and way too young to know what she wanted. After six months, she was pregnant. And I…” he trailed off and closed his eyes.

  “You were happy?”

  His eyes opened, “Yes. Extremely…probably too much. I never really considered her feelings and assumed she felt the same way. But, happiness took a pit dive into hell after our first doctor’s visit.”

  Ah…hence his weirdness yesterday, she mused, but allowed him to say his peace without interruption.

  “She left for lunch with her mother right after and never came home. I called and called—even tried to find her, but she was simply…gone,” he said with heavy sigh. “The next day I received a courier message and it was her abortion bill with the word sorry written across it. I never…”

  “Trusted any woman again,” Savannah finished, yet sickened a woman could do that.

  Hex nodded, “Yeah. And now, I find myself in a similar situation and running the double hell out my self- inflicted gauntlet. That’s the reason I’m an ass, princess. For the first time since Jessica I want to try again…with you.
I truly suck at relationships.”

  She would have snorted, but calmly studied his face, her heart thudding hard in her chest. “I understand, Hexon. I’m not exactly Miss. Proficient in the relationship department myself.”

  Hex cupped her face, his gaze intense, “Talk to me. Why do you say that?” He ran his thumbs over her cheekbones.

  Savannah thought for a moment, struggling with her long, buried feelings. “After my parents died, I had my fifteen year old sister to look after. I tried--I really did, but at eighteen she married to a complete bastard and it took her three years to shuck the jackass. Only to turn around and fall into another unwelcome marriage until Sean came around,” she said with a shrug. “I guess, simply put…I blamed myself for her choices like a mamma bear without experience. I should have protected her somehow,” she shrugged, “but I honestly didn’t know how. After that, it was easier to deny I needed anyone. Dating, lovers—okay, but nothing more. I just…couldn’t. Work became my bitch and I turned off all emotional ties to anything deeper. Until…”

  “Until now,” he whispered leaning closer, breathing deep. “And I know I’m not easy to be with.”

  Savannah grunted her agreement, “Yeah, me too.”

  Hex swiped the tip of her nose with his index finger, “Who said? Line ‘em up…and I’ll beat their ass.” He tried to lighten the mood, but sobered. God, how he wanted her, not just physically, but in every way…trust…even dare he believe…love?

  She attempted to smile, swallowing down her heart blooming in her chest, “I know we have an unknown road ahead, Hexon--but I hope in time you can lay aside your distrust. Just meet me a day at time. That’s all I ask.” Please. She wanted to beg, but he had to make the choice on his own.

  “That I can give you, princess.”

  Elation bid a fast high five hot and fast through her veins. She grabbed his shirt, yanking him within inches of her lips, his surprise evident in his wide eyes. “Then by God, Hex James less talk and more action. I want you—now. Kiss--”

  The rest of her demand was lost within his lips.

  Chapter Thirteen

  My voice failed because you stole my breath away and in my asphyxia, I hope my eyes will speak my love… ~ Beth Mikell

  Tongues slipped slick-sweet—over, under and every way imaginable, but Savannah pulled back, arching a brow. “If you leave a note, biker god, I swear to God I’ll burn down your sci-fi mansion and dance in the ashes.” She wasn’t kidding and thrust him back with a measure of irritation. She scooted back towards the headboard out of his arms--her inky gaze never left his face as she ripped at the tape on her leg and threw the plastic to the floor.

  His grinned and crawled closer on his fists only to stop and shucked his black t-shirt off over his head with one hand and toss it aside. “You have my word, princess,” he whispered moving closer.

  Her breath caught at the sight of his body…glorious muscles abounded with his two Celtic tribal tattoos gleaming in the soft light of the room. The predatory gleam in his azures burned a hole right through her and she couldn’t wait for seconds…thirds or fourths. All night? Still she moved back until she reached the pillows at her back, her dress riding high on her thighs. Words left her, dry mouth in place.

  “To bad we don’t have one of those hotel tables.” He grabbed a pillow and propped her ankle carefully before planting a fisted hand on either side of her hips on the bed. “It is the perfect height and all…”

  Breathless, she swallowed hard, “I can have one delivered.” She trailed her fingertips up his belly to rest over his hammering heart, flicking his nipple with a fingernail.

  Hex drew a quick breath and leaned closer, his lips just inches away, “Make it two. They weren’t very stable to withstand…us.” Her scent drove him crazy and he rubbed his chin over hers.

  “I’ll get four,” she whispered against his lips.

  “Make it eight and we have a deal.”

  His mouth sank and the negotiations bled out into sweet pleasure as his lips touched hers--so warm and wonderful…succulent on verge of lush. Savannah delighted in his tongue, sinking back into the plush pillows, threading her hands into his inky hair, pulling him closer. Mmmm, the man was sinful-sweet with just enough dangerous bad boy to send her over the edge—inner hussy happy dance commenced and her body flushed hot.

  His hands moved up her thigh, pushing the simple slip dress out of the way in pursuit of more delectable skin until he reached her breast. Hex thumbed her already erect nipple and she arched into his touch— his mouth broke free and his control bare minimum on the wings of her hot response.

  “I have to see you, princess,” he groaned moving back to help her discard the scrap of material up over her head. His blue eyes glittered with heat—one-step above a flame as his eyes raked down her body…his shaft pulling hard against the seam of his jeans. Her breasts tipped up waiting for his mouth; her still flat stomach in need of his tongue and further. Dare he look? A fine sheen already awaited him between her parted legs.

  Her lips lifted in a smile, recalling a memory from their strip poker game, “Would you like to take a picture?”

  Hex swallowed hard, “Not when I have you like this, baby,” he whispered, leaning forward to lick one rosy nipple with his tongue. “The real deal is sweeter than a picture.” Dear God, her taste exploded in his mouth and he savored the other lush nipple with the same attention, sweat beading his brow.

  “Hexon…” she breathed holding his head into her body and arching into his laving tongue. She quivered a step above mindless, reaching for Hex—needing him closer. “Please end the torture, biker god…” Her hips lifted, brushing up against his with forceful meaning.

  Hex lifted his head and a slow smile spread over his wickedly handsome face, “Good for you I am more than patient, baby.” He shifted back and unbuckled his jeans, pushing them down, and his shaft denied his claim of patience in hard readiness.

  She cocked an elegant dark brow, “Seriously?” Her mouth watered at the sight of him and she stared unabashed with wonder. “You have…an amazing…gift of patience.” She was unable to remove her eyes from his muscle bound body—so sleek and lithe.

  He chuckled, pushing his jeans off, tossing them aside. “Just wait until I lose my patience…the heavens will sing.”

  Her hand snaked up and enclosed over his hardness—Hex hissed in response. “Oh? I’m ready for the halleluiah chorus now.”

  His eyes closed at the sweet pleasure, “Savannah.”

  She stroked him and Hex shuddered within her grasp. He was smooth, satiny and complete steel in her hand. She pumped up and down from base to tip, milking him with agonizing slowness--she enjoyed the play of emotion running over his face at her touch. At the tip, moisture gathered and she ran her fingers over the wetness, seduced even more. With her other hand she swiped the end and brought it to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste him.

  “Mmmm…”

  Hex growled deep in his throat and he threw his head back in sheer pleasure, gluttony shot through him at her incredible touch. Yet, he brought up his hand to cover hers, stilling the sensuous movement— afraid he would actually lose control. He leaned over his erotic princess, “I think you’ve hexed me…” He then drew up her hand and placed a kiss inside her palm.

  A slow smile curved her lips at the connotation of his name versus his sexy charm, “I’ve barely begun.”

  He nuzzled her neck, her rapid pulse under his mouth and he tongued the beating skin. “Please…please continue.”

  Savannah lifted her mouth to his, their tongues met with a burst of taste, slipping over each other with sweet need of heat, eagerly lost. She moaned, he stroked…he groaned, she caressed, urging with sweetness, yet neither wanting to end the pleasure too soon.

  His hand drew down over her body until he cupped the center of her body, Savannah gasped, “Will you burn for me?” he rasped, his finger tracing and testing her depths, his shaft pulsing with unbearable pain.

&nbs
p; “Try me…,” she breathed lifting her hips into his touch, a shiver of heat floating through her as he teased her flesh.

  He shifted his position lower, opening her legs to his penetrating gaze. “So perfect.” Kneeling down between her legs, Hex gazed up her body—her passion-drugged eyes, sculpted breasts, down to her pink sheath, beaded with wetness awaiting his attention. Never…in all his years…had a woman shook his control—tested his resolve to the point of insanity.

  “Hex…” Savannah trailed off suspended within the hungry intent reflected in his eyes.

  Without a word, he lowered his mouth, grasping hold of her hips and laved her with sure strokes. Hex centered a storm on the sweetest nub ever given into his possession. He eyed her writhing movements and his shaft jerked with every moan of her throat, enticing him until he thought he might spill himself. Her taste bloomed over his tongue, sweet and sensual--still he continued to stroke her.

  She cascaded into abundant fire against the onslaught of his mouth dancing over her. The fast flicker of his tongue—delighted as it burned—and she bowstringed into him. Coherent thought fled and Savannah sank her hands into his hair urging him, so lost until a strangled sigh hit her throat, flipping her over a wave of fire.

  Hex inserted a finger inside her body, thrusting in time with her heated hips pushing against him. She was sensual, pure and everything he wanted—still he stretched the level of her tolerance. Her body milked his finger, but he kept pace inserting another finger, frenzied to light her way on the new journey he would give her. By heaven, she was beauty embodied in perfection.

  "Hexon!"

  He lost himself and control beat a thousand feet. With a guttural growl, Hex rolled up over Savannah (mindful of her broken ankle) and he settled between her thighs, rubbing his hardness against her warm, wet softness. He looked down at the passion-tainted goddess arching into his touch, her black eyes mere slits of flames ready to consume him. Her damp blonde hair spread out on the altar of his bed and she inflamed him.