Psychic Storm: Ten Dangerously Sexy Tales of Psychic Witches, Vampires, Mediums, Empaths and Seers

by Deanna Chase

  Marley gave me a shove so I was pinned against the wall by the hand dryer. She reached down and rubbed my erection through my suit. “Oh, I’m sure. And it feels like you are too.”

  “You’re so fucking hot...” I rocked my hips up to her hand, and leaned in take her mouth again. “Beautiful and smart and sexy.”

  She hiked her leg up over mine and ground herself on me. “Less talk, more action.”

  It was too much. I would’ve loved to take my time and be gentle, but the urgency pumping in my veins was too much. I reached down to lift her hips and carried her over to perch on the counter.

  “My purse.” She pointed to where she’d dropped the bag on the floor. “Condom.”

  Good thing she was prepared, because I sure as hell hadn’t been expecting to get laid at a stuffy work function. I handed her the purse, and she shoved a plastic packet at me. We tugged to loosen each other’s clothes, and my jacket and tie landed on the floor in a pile with her shoes. I unzipped her dress to bare her breasts. Her freckled ivory skin glowed in the fluorescent lights as I ducked to pop a rosy nipple in my mouth.

  Marley’s hands deftly unbuttoned my fly and took out my straining erection. She ran her thumb over the moisture pooling at the tip and then brought it to her mouth where she licked it clean.

  My mouth went dry. “That is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”

  Her lips curled wickedly. “Think that’s nice? Wait ’til I get a chance to suck it.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  Marley ripped open the condom with her teeth and rolled it over me with practiced ease.

  “JC?”

  “Huh?”

  “Fuck me.”

  She didn’t need to ask twice. I reached under her skirt and ripped the flimsy panties from her body. I’d buy her a new pair later. Sparks danced behind my closed eyes as I worked into her tight heat. Marley lifted her hips to meet my strokes, moaning softly with each forward thrust. When I was fully seated, I braced my hand on the mirror and fucked into her as hard the angle would allow.

  Marley leaned forward, sucking on my neck. She pushed my briefs down over my ass, her fingernails lightly scraping over the skin of my cheeks and raising goose bumps all the way down to my balls.

  “You like that?” she whispered.

  “Oh, hell, yeah.”

  “How about this?” Her palm slapped my ass with a playful sting.

  I met her eyes, and I drove into her harder.

  She gasped and narrowed her eyes in challenge. “That all you got?”

  I increased my force, grinding against her clit. She bit her bottom lip to stifle her groans. I bet if we weren’t in a public place, she’d get good and loud. Imagining her sprawled on a bed and letting loose, I pumped harder, struggling to maintain my relentless rhythm. Her inner walls squeezed around me with the first pulses of her orgasm.

  “Oh, fuck, JC. So fucking good...”

  When her body finished quaking, she traced a finger down the crack of my ass. Jesus, this girl was dirty! When her finger started rubbing the pucker of my hole, my balls drew up tight and I came with blinding pulses until I collapsed against her in blissful exhaustion.

  Marley ran her palms up under the back of my shirt, touching my sensitized skin. “That was a good start. Now let’s go back to your place and do it again.”

  Chapter 11

  Marley

  I woke the next morning in a tangle of sheets, my body deliciously sore. Next to me, JC lay sprawled on his stomach, clutching his cell phone in one hand. I vaguely remembered him calling in to his office around dawn to tell them he wouldn’t be at work. We’d had a very late night, and besides, I was sure he was at the top of Frazier’s shit list today.

  I rolled over and cuddled up against his side. I just couldn’t stop touching his skin. It was soft, but when I looked closely, I could see there were faint scars over his entire back that reminded me of a secret treasure map. He’d told me the night before that when he worked undercover, he’d had gang tattoos all over his body so he could fit in with the crowd. First thing he did when he got out was arrange to have them lasered off. I know those treatments must have been painful, but I was glad he’d done it. I hated the idea of him wearing El Caos’s marks.

  “Morning...”JC grumbled into his pillow.

  “It’s almost noon.”

  “It is?” He turned onto his back and pulled me in close to his side. “I don’t ever want us to leave this bed, okay?”

  “Don’t you think we’d start to stink after a while?”

  “Oh, no. We’d take showers. Lots of showers. Together.”

  “Mmm...sounds perfect. We should definitely put that idea our list of things to do after we rescue your friend Lucas.”

  JC ran his hand over the scruff on his jaw. “Shit, you’re right.” He looked down at me and smiled. “Hi.”

  “Hi.”

  “So...you’re still okay with this?” He gestured between us. “I mean, you don’t regret it, do you?”

  I shook my head no. Honestly, JC was the most interesting man I’d met in a long time. I hadn’t had an actual relationship since high school, and most of the men I saw now were one or two night stands. While they were all nice in their own ways, none were what I’d considered long-term material. I got bored easily. But JC was anything but boring. Hell, cleaning out his coat pockets each night could be an adventure in itself. I wasn’t thinking of asking him for a commitment or anything, but for the first time in a long time, I’d found someone with potential for more.

  Not that I was going to explain any of this to him. So I asked, “Do you regret it?”

  He laughed and rolled on top of me, pinning my arms to the mattress beside my head. “No fucking way. You are the best decision I’ve made in a long time. ”

  His gaze roved over me as if committing every bump and curve to memory. Then he ran a fingertip down the side of my face and traced my jaw. The touch was almost too tender, and I needed to lighten things up.

  “What do you say we go grab some breakfast or something? When we’re done, you can take me to the shooting range and help me break in my new gun.”

  JC reared back in surprise. “You bought a gun?”

  “Of course I bought a gun. I have crazy drug-dealing gangsters after me.” I slipped out from under him and started for the bathroom.

  “Is it legal?”

  I glared at him. “No, I asked the pimp on the corner if he had any rocket launchers he’d be willing to part with.”

  “That’s not what I meant.” He sat up and draped the sheet over his lap. His modesty compared to my complete lack almost made me like him more. “Where did you buy it? Do you have a permit?”

  “I bought it from a licensed dealer in an actual store. I just did it yesterday, so I haven’t had a chance to take the training course for the concealed-carry permit yet. Why? Are you going to arrest me?”

  “No...I just don’t like the idea of you having a dangerous weapon that you don’t know how to use.”

  “I’ve shot guns before, just not this one. Thought you’d be happy that I want to test it out before the party tonight. I have no intention of going into that place without some way to take care of myself.”

  “Yeah, you’re right. You just caught me off-guard.”

  “Okay. I’m going to shower now. Then we can head out.”

  It took us a little longer to get ready than I’d planned. Mostly because JC insisted on joining me in the shower. I don’t care what romantic showers look like in the movies; in real life, they’re awkward and sort of ridiculous. There’s never enough room, the person not standing under the spout has to freeze her ass off while the other rinses, and forget about shower sex...that shit is just dangerous. I had no intention of getting a head injury because one of our feet slipped out from under us and sent us both ass over tea kettle.

  We hit a drive thru for a couple of burgers that we ate on the way to a shooting range. JC usually did his target practice in a
range at the CIA bat cave, but he was familiar enough with the public ranges to take me to one he liked. We spent an hour target shooting. That little plastic Glock didn’t seem heavy until I had to stand there holding it straight while bracing against the kickback. Every few minutes I had to pause to shake my arm out. JC’s paper bull’s-eyes were so clean, the shots lining up more or less on the center dot. My paper looked more like a group of angry kittens took their claws to it, but I hit the body outline more often than not. I considered it a win.

  When we left the range, JC drove us to a parking lot behind what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. In the center of the lot was a giant, black SUV. His friend, Trent Neil, stood leaning against the door wearing a cocky grin.

  “Playing hooky from work today, Moreno?” Neil called out as we stepped from the car. “I heard about you going over Frazier’s head last night. Probably best to stay away and give him time to cool off.”

  “Yeah, I figured he won’t be nominating me for Employee of the Week. I don’t care.”

  “Didn’t expect to see your friend today.” The look Neil gave me wasn’t unfriendly, but his tone implied JC better have a damn good reason for bringing me along.

  JC threaded his fingers in mine. “It’s okay. She knows I work for the Agency. We can trust her.”

  A slight thinning of Neil’s lips was the only indication that he wasn’t exactly pleased. He must’ve trusted in JC judgment though, because he continued speaking without sending me to wait in the car.

  “Well, you’ll be happy to know Frazier filed your paperwork. I received notice that I get the honor of being your handler again. And as your handler, I need you to fill me in on both how you want this seriously off-the-books plan to go tonight, but also why you broke cover with Miss Marley here.”

  JC slipped into that all-business, few-words-as-possible speech that he and Neil tended to use with each other. I could follow it, but barely. Was it a super-spy thing, or just a man thing? I wasn’t sure. Though I appreciated that while JC was explaining my part, he never let on about my nudging. Neil seemed like a decent enough guy, but I didn’t want to confide all my deep dark secrets to him.

  “So I just sit in the van and monitor the audio from the bugs that Marley will be planting,” Neil summarized. “And what will you be doing?”

  “I’ll be her backup in case something happens.”

  “Better have a good disguise. If anyone recognizes you, you’re dead.”

  “Don’t worry. Tabby is coming over to my place before the meet to do up disguises for both of us.”

  I’d forgotten that El Caos was after JC, too. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea for him to do this. “Wouldn’t it be better if Neil was my backup and you waited in the van? El Caos doesn’t know him, right?”

  JC’s jaw clenched. “No way. You’re not going anywhere near Nico without me.”

  Neil grinned and raised his hands in a gesture of mock surrender. “Relax, buddy. I can hang out in the van. I don’t have anything better to do tonight.”

  “What about Valentina?” JC smirked.

  “Valentina who?”

  “Yeah, thought so. Meet at my place around ten.”

  Once the plans were made, we headed our separate ways. JC and I spent the rest of the afternoon in his suite, practicing the various ways I could plant the bug on Nico’s clothes. Just as I was getting good at it, Tabby, the make-up artist JC used for undercover work, showed up. I thought he’d refuse when she shoved a box of hair bleach at him and told him to make himself unrecognizable, but he hadn’t. I guessed for him concealing his were old hat. For a second, I thought she’d make me color my hair, too, but thankfully, she opted for a wig. I didn’t want to take the chance of running into those El Caos thugs who’d tossed my place and be recognized. Tabby tucked my red hair up beneath the blonde pigtail wig, and caked on my makeup to hide my freckles. By the time I had to meet the other dancers down at the club, I felt pretty confident I could pull this thing off.

  It was almost eleven when Destiny, Unique and I arrived at a large warehouse out near the airport. My co-workers didn’t say much about my new look. Strippers are always trying out new things in order to find that magic look that will reel in a big fish. The rapid beat of the techo-trance music electrified the air inside. Kids in outlandish costumes carrying glow-sticks writhed in a dense mass in the center of the room.

  “Jesus, these kids are young.” I said, eyeing a girl who looked like she should still be playing with Disney Princess dolls.

  “Raves don’t serve alcohol, so there’s no age restriction,” Unique commented.

  “Still, don’t they have parents? No way would my mama let me go to a place like this.”

  “And look how good you turned out.”

  Before I could get angry over her comment, Destiny tightened the belt on her short trench coat and pointed to a long set of metal stairs. We followed her lead since Marco had given her the directions. She leaned in to say something to a giant bouncer at the bottom of the steps, and he unhooked a chain to let us pass.

  As we ascended the steps in our mile-high heels, my gaze roved over the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of JC. He was somewhere out there, guarding me, listening to me through the tiny receiver hidden in the garnet studs I wore in my ears. JC and Neil could talk back to me through them also, but they wouldn’t unless it was important. They didn’t want to distract me on my first mission. I almost giggled when they called it that. Me on a CIA mission? If I wasn’t so nervous, it would be funny.

  We were met by two more guards at the top of the steps who waved a metal detecting wand over us. My stomach lurched when it scanned my purse, but the wand didn’t beep. The gun was in there, and JC knew we would be checked over before they let us in, so he added some sort of liner to the inside of my small bag to disguise it. Unique wasn’t so fortunate. She was allergic to most metals, so all of her many piercings were made of surgical steel, which sent the wand into a frenzy.

  Once we were cleared, the guards led us down a hall and into a large room set up like a lounge with comfy couches and chairs. The room was surprisingly quiet, considering the party downstairs, and I looked to see the walls were lined with an egg-crate sound-proofing material. Six Hispanic men sat on the couches with a stack of papers between them on a low ottoman. At our entrance, the papers were swept out of sight, business concluded for the night.

  “You boys ready to party?” Destiny asked in an overly sultry voice.

  They all grinned and leered as she took off her jacket revealing a red sequined dress. I scanned the faces for Nico. The photo JC showed me earlier was of a hard-looking man with deep pockmarks. Whoever these guys were, they weren’t Nico.

  I slipped my coat off and draped it on a bar stool along the wall. I was dressed in an ice blue dress that I’d borrowed from Unique. Giving the men a sweet smile, I carried my purse over to a bar on the side of the room where I took out a small MP3 docking station and speakers. As I set up our music, and the other girls started flirting with the guys, I planted the room bug under the lip of the bar.

  Very softly, I whispered, “Six men. Two additional guards. No Nico.”

  For a brief second, I worried there was no one at the other end of the line. What if something happened to JC and Neil on the way here? Just as my pulse began to pick up, Neil’s tinny voice said in my left ear, “Don’t worry. He’ll be there. We spotted him going in a while ago. I’m also getting signal from your bug. Nice work.”

  I let out a breath in relief. I could do this. Easy. I turned toward the couches and set out doing what I do best. Destiny was already stripped down to her thong. She really could use some lessons in subtlety. Since my shtick was the wholesome girl, I could take my time.

  A man approached me and pressed a drink into my hand. I took a tiny sip to be polite, tasting whiskey and Coke. I licked my lips as he watched. “Thank you, sugar. I’m Misty.”

  He introduced himself, but I was too busy looking at the giant, hairy mo
le on his lip to catch it. I was sure Neil heard it though. Since Nico wasn’t there yet, I figured I’d get the guy talking and see if I could scare up anything the CIA could use.

  “Nice to meet you. So is this a business meeting or something?” I twisted a lock of my fake hair around my finger and his eyes watched attentively. Guess he liked pigtails.

  “Yeah. Business.”

  “What kind of business are you in? If you don’t mind me asking, that is.”

  He grinned, causing his mole to stretch. “Shipping.”

  I nodded and pretended to take another drink. Yeah, shipping, drug dealing...I got it.

  “Why don’t we go sit and get to know each other?” he suggested.

  I gave him a look like that was the very thing I was dying to do and followed him to a couch.

  In my ear, Neil said, “Nice work, Marley. See if you can keep him talking.”

  And I did, though I didn’t know how useful it was. Turned out the guy had a wife and three kids who he adored. So while Destiny and Unique took care of the others, I spent most of my time cuddled up on the couch with Mole Man. Unique looked annoyed, but since my guy seemed to be the head of this group, it made sense he got a girl all to himself.

  After about twenty minutes, another guard stepped in and approached us. Leaning down to Mole Man, he said, “Nico’s done. Wants you to send in a girl.”

  “I’ll go,” I said a little too eagerly.

  Mole Man and the guard looked at me as if surprised I could hear.

  “Yes.” Mole Man nodded. “I suppose you best go earn your money. Take her to Nico.”

  I picked up my purse and followed the guard back to the hall toward a door at the end.

  “Good work, Marley,” JC said. “Don’t be scared. I’m close.”

  His assuring voice filled me with badly-needed conviction. I imagined he could see me walking, even though the hallway was empty and had no place for him to hide. It made me feel less alone.

  When the guard reached the door, he shoved me through and shut the door behind me. I looked forward, and I saw Nico, all right. I saw all of Nico.