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

by Deanna Chase

  Jon-Luc closed the gap between them and took her hands in his. “Look, I’d really appreciate it if you'd make sure you’re never alone with this guy.”

  “What are you talking about? Michael is the gentlest soul, he wouldn’t harm a fly.” She shook her head.

  “There are too many unanswered questions where he's concerned.”

  Angie pulled her hands from his. “You’re talking in riddles." She crossed her arms over her chest. "Explain yourself.”

  Jon-Luc looked around, then back at her. “Is there somewhere else we can talk?”

  “We could go to my room, I have a sitting area.”

  “Perfect.”

  Angie led Jon-Luc through a labyrinth of hallways. He would have needed a GPS to get around if he didn’t have a guide. One thing he’d noticed on his tour, the house was eerily quiet, they hadn’t run into another living soul. He glanced at his watch. It was after midnight, everyone must be asleep.

  Except Michael. Where the hell was he?

  Angie opened her bedroom door and waited for Jon-Luc to enter before she followed him. After she closed the door, he locked it. When he turned around, Angie was standing across the room with her hands on her hips.

  “Feeling pretty sure of yourself there, aren’t ya, cowboy?”

  “What?” He wore a befuddled look.

  Was he feigning innocence? “I didn’t ask you here to seduce you. I got the impression you needed to tell me something you didn’t want others to hear, so why the hell did you lock the door?”

  His eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, no, I just wanted to make sure it worked.”

  “Hmmm, right. Lame excuse. Not buying it.”

  Jon-Luc immediately unlocked the door. “There, feel better now?”

  Angie laughed. “Just messing with ya. Come on over and sit down. We can talk here without being disturbed, locked door or not.” She sat on the overstuffed love seat and watched as he sat beside her. He was less than a foot away and the electricity in the air seemed to crackle.

  To see this strong, rugged man so vulnerable tugged at her heartstrings. She didn’t think it was possible. He was not the egotistical jerk she'd thought when they first met. This man had many layers. Angie decided she'd like to peel them back one at a time and see what was inside.

  Of course she’d been attracted to him from the start, who wouldn’t be? The guy was so damn hot. Her original plan to stay far away didn't work, he kept popping up. Now she prayed he'd stay. The things that man did to her with just a kiss.

  He was gazing into her eyes and she found that she couldn’t tear herself away. It was as if he'd hypnotized her. The temperature in the room was rising. She felt her cheeks flush. Maybe she should rethink that whole seducing him thing, because at this very moment, it didn't seem like such a bad idea. Or was he seducing her? Hell, he hadn’t even touched her and all she could think about was ripping off his clothes.

  Damn, he was good.

  If she didn’t know better, she’d think she was being played. Then she remembered his embarrassment over the locked door and her accusation. No, this wasn't planned. Then a horrifying thought occurred to her, did he think she planned it?

  His hand reached out and stroked her cheek with the back of his finger. A tingle ran the length of her body and she gulped. Don’t go there girl, it’s too soon. If you have sex with this man, he’ll think you’re a slut.

  Mom, get out of my head, I’m busy here.

  19

  Jon-Luc placed his large hands on either side of her face and leaned forward. The first kiss was delicate. He pulled away and looked at her as if waiting for her to stop him. Yeah, right, like that was going to happen. Then he came back for more.

  He kissed and nipped her lips gently, then went in for the kill. He opened his mouth and the moment his tongue met hers, fireworks exploded in her head. The more their tongues tangoed, the more Angie wanted.

  She wrapped her arms around him and drew him closer. He moaned into her mouth and she felt such power. Was it possible she turned him on as much as he her? Would wonders never cease? Angie ran her hands up his back, then eased him down with her until he lay on top. He feathered her neck with kisses and she wanted to sing. She didn’t remember ever wanting a man more.

  She pushed him away and the forlorn look on his face made her giggle. She started unbuttoning his shirt, then his fingers took over at lightning speed. Within seconds his shirt was off and her hands were roaming his rock hard chest down to his six pack abs. What a wondrous sight.

  Damn, this is the stuff dreams are made of.

  Angie fumbled with the front of his jeans, but he pushed her hands away and finished the task. He rocked back on his knees and pushed his pants down to his ankles to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs sporting a huge bulge. She licked her lips. Like a box of Cracker Jacks, there was a prize inside. She sat up and yanked them down. His large cock stood at attention. The man was full of surprises.

  She encircled it with her hand and stroked, Jon-Luc gasped and grabbed her hand away.

  It was her turn to pout.

  “Be careful, that thing’s loaded.” He twisted around to a sitting position and started yanking at a boot.

  Angie jumped up. “Here, let me help you.” She straddled his leg facing away from him, like she’d seen in a movie and yanked. The boot came off easily. She started to work on the other, but this one held tight. She looked over her shoulder. “A little help here?”

  Jon-Luc put his stocking clad foot against her rear and gave a slight push. The boot slid off and she went flying head-first toward the overstuffed chair. He snatched her by the hips before she landed and wrenched her back onto his lap. She went into a fit of giggles and he laughed along with her. She loved the sound on this otherwise serious man.

  He kicked his pants the rest of the way off, rotated her sideways and she wrapped her arms around his neck. As she gazed into his heavy-lidded eyes, the laughter died and she was once again at his mercy. He reached down and pulled up on the hem of her top. Angie lifted her arms, then watched the blouse sail across the room. He traced the lace of her bra with his finger tip and she shivered.

  “Cold?”

  “Not on your life.”

  He reached behind her and with one swift move, her bra came undone. It joined her blouse somewhere on the floor. His hands caressed her breasts, then her nipples. Soon his warm breath hit her skin before his tongue circled one of those nipples. He played and teased, sucking and nibbling. Her head rocked back, her eyes closed.

  His hand roamed down her stomach and stopped at her belly button. “Do you have any idea how sexy this is?”

  She felt him fondling her piercing and lifted her head. “Oh, that.”

  He chuckled. “Yeah, that.” His hand slid further down until it was inside her shorts. His fingers reached into her folds and she spread her legs for easier access.

  “Oh.” One of his extremely long fingers entered her. She arched her back so it could go deeper. His thumb started circling her clit and she thought she would explode right then.

  The finger inside stayed motionless as his thumb worked her into a frenzy. She felt her climax build. He suckled her breast then took her nipple between his teeth which sent her over the edge. She clutched his hair and screamed her release. He pressed the palm of his hand against her clit and kept the pressure firm until she stopped bucking. She fell back onto the arm rest, her energy spent.

  “Are you okay?” His tender voice startled her, her eyes flew open.

  “Are you kidding me?”

  His hands reached up and his thumbs stroked at her cheeks. “You’re crying.”

  Angie’s hands flew up and sure enough, she had tears in her eyes. “Oh, God, how embarrassing.” She covered her face.

  Gently he pulled them away and gazed at her. “Don’t be silly, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

  She surveyed the room. “Well at least I didn’t shatter any windows. It’s a good thing I’m the only one o
ccupying this wing.” She laughed self-consciously.

  Jon-Luc couldn’t help but smile. How could one woman be cute and sexy all at the same time? She slid off his lap and slipped her shorts down her legs, then stepped out of them. He found himself staring at a lacy hot pink thong that matched her bra. Nothing about this girl was mundane.

  Her thumbs hooked the sides, and she waited. A mischievous grin lit her face. Then down they went as well. God she was beautiful. Her breasts were large and full, but perky. Her body was long and sleek, from her flat stomach to her sinewy legs. How he wanted those legs locked around him.

  Then she did the unexpected. She straddled him, easing down on his cock down to the hilt. Taking control. Of course. Why should he be surprised? She rocked her hips back and forth slowly, slipping his penis almost completely out before swallowing it whole again.

  "Chere, don't we need a condom?" Jon-Luc asked nervously.

  "Nope. I'm on the pill."

  Then she bent down and nibbled his ear, his neck, then lower to one nipple, then the other. The slow tease she had going drove him nuts. He grabbed her ass and stood, carrying her over to the bed. He tossed her toward the middle, then jumped on top, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand.

  Then he slipped his cock deep within her and waited a beat. With eyes closed he savored the sensation. When he opened them again, she was staring at him with a sly look. All of a sudden her vaginal muscles clamped, then released, then clamped again, massaging his dick.

  Jon-Luc clenched his teeth. A slow grin spread across her face. He slipped his hand down between their bodies, zeroing in on her nub with his finger and watched the smile disappear. Her eyes closed, a moan escaped. The cock massage was all but forgotten. Triumphant, he watched her writhe in ecstasy. The moment her second orgasm began, he rode her hard to make it last.

  His own release built until a roar ripped from his throat and he collapsed on top of her, huffing like a steam engine. He felt the staccato of her heartbeat next to his, then realized he was crushing her. He began to move, but her hands grabbed his shoulders.

  “Not yet.” She purred into his ear.

  So he stayed, instead resting above her on his elbows. At least then she could breathe while he gazed upon her. “God you’re beautiful.”

  “Shut up.”

  “What?”

  “You think I’m going to believe anything you say when we just had sex?” she said indignantly.

  Jon-Luc laughed. “You’ve got that bass-ackwards."

  "Ass backwards? How's that?

  "You can’t believe anything a man says while he’s having sex, but we’re done. I’m not thinking with my little head anymore. The blood has returned to my big head and I still think you’re beautiful. So there.”

  “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I don’t think all the blood has returned yet. You’re still in afterglow.” Angie gave him a raspberry.

  Jon-Luc laughed. “Oh, really?”

  “Yeah, really.”

  He started tickling her ribs. Angie giggled and wriggled away, escaping from the bed. “Not fair!” She stomped off toward the bathroom and closed the door. He heard the water running in the shower and thought he’d give her a couple minutes.

  When Jon-Luc stepped into the bathroom, he noticed the shower had no door or curtain, just those glass ice cubes running three quarters of the length of the stall. He snatched a clean washcloth off the counter and slipped behind her easily without notice. At the moment she was facing the spray with her eyes closed.

  He loaded the washcloth with liquid soap and started washing her back. Angie startled a little, then relaxed, her hands splayed on the tile in front of her, her head dropped forward. The washcloth slid over her shoulders, her back, her butt, and then he pulled her legs apart and washed each one thoroughly.

  With her body lubed with soap, his hands went to work first on her neck. The sound that escaped her throat made his cock jump to attention. He moved down to her shoulders; they were tight and full of knots. His thumbs worked until he ironed out the kinks, then he moved on down her back. Her moans came with the rhythm of his hands. By the time he reached her butt, her knees gave way. He caught her and spun her around.

  As the water cascaded down her back, he took her tongue in his mouth and sucked. He lifted her up and settled her on his rock hard cock, bracing her against the tile. She was wet and ready for him. He held each butt cheek in his hands and drove into her hard while they kissed. When she came, he swallowed her moans and came himself.

  Angie collapsed against him, and he carried her out of the shower and set her on a folded towel on the counter. He grabbed another and dried each and every part of her like one would a child. When he'd finished, he ran the towel over himself haphazardly, then tossed it aside. He lifted her in his arms and carried her back to bed.

  He stretched out and she laid her head on his chest while he wrapped her in his arms. The tips of his fingers stroked her arm and he thought, from this day forward, she was his and his alone. He’d never felt like that before. Maybe he was psychic after all.

  “I thought you weren’t going to seduce me?” He grinned as he continued to caress her.

  She flew out of his embrace and glared down at him. “You seduced me, you big jerk!” She punched him in the arm.

  He laughed and snatched her up, then eased her back down beside him. “Now, now, no reason to get surly. I rather enjoyed you having your way with me.”

  She slapped his belly with her open palm.

  “Ow!” He rubbed his stomach.

  “That didn’t hurt, you big baby. Your abs are so hard, I’m surprised you even felt it.”

  He looked down at her. “Is that so? I’ll have you know, chere, that the moment you’re even in the vicinity, I feel it. Believe me.”

  “Tell me about growing up in Louisiana. Have you ever seen an alligator?” Her head tilted up to look him in the eye.

  “Of course, me and my buddies used to play in the swamps, catch pollywogs, frogs, lightning bugs, build forts. Even though our parents forbid it. It was dangerous, between the alligators and poisonous snakes. It’s a wonder we survived our childhood. I look back at it now and understand completely. No child of mine will ever go near a swamp if I have any say over it.”

  Her brows raised. “So, you’re planning on having children?”

  “Hell, yes, enough to have my own baseball team.”

  “That many, huh?”

  “At least. What about you? You planning on having any children?”

  “Not with you, I only want two myself. You’ll have to find someone else to have the rest.”

  “Polygamy? So you’d be interested in me taking a another wife or two? That surprises me, chere, you don’t seem like the type of woman who likes to share." He closed his eye. "Hmm, let me about that one a minute.”

  “Oh, stop yourself. Tell me more about your childhood.”

  He looked down at her. “Well, you know those movies where the killer dumps the body in the swamp so the alligators will eat the evidence?”

  “Yeah?” He could tell he had her full attention.

  “It really happens. Me and my buddies were out on the swamp one summer morning and we came upon a half-eaten torso.”

  “Oh, God, what did you do?” Her face looked so serious.

  “We had no choice, we had to call the police. I was grounded for a month.”

  She laughed. “Served you right, I bet your mother had a heart attack when she found out where you’d been playing.”

  “Yeah, she did, and my father tanned my hide but good. I think I still have the scars to prove it.”

  Angie sat up and started pushing on his side.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to roll you over. I want to see.”

  He laughed and rolled on his side. Her hands stroked his butt. “Nope, your ass is perfect.”

  He rolled back and grabbed her around the middle, then eased her into his side. “Well, thank you very mu
ch, Madame. I’m glad you approve. I happen to think your entire body is pretty spectacular.”

  Her brows hit the ceiling. “Really?”

  “Are you serious?” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Chere, you’re amazing in so many ways we would be here all night if I were to list them.” A brilliant smile rewarded him. She stroked his chest, then grabbed his necklace.

  "What's this?"

  "It's a St. Michael pendant," Jon-Luc answered.

  "It's sexy."

  He chuckled. "Sexy?" He wrapped his hand around hers.

  "Yeah. Why do you wear it?" Angie asked.

  "The archangel Michael won the battle fought in Heaven with Satan. You will find that many firemen, soldiers, and people in law enforcement wear this medal for protection." As well as people who wage war with evil on a daily basis.

  "And ghost hunters," Angie said matter of fact.

  "And what?" Jon-Luc stared down at her surprised by the comment.

  "Ghost hunters. I used to watch all those shows on TV, until I had a very bad experience." She looked away, then just shy of a whisper she said, "Since then, not so much."

  "You've encountered a ghost?" She had his full attention now.

  "Uh, yeah." She started to fidget.

  "Tell me about it." Jon-Luc couldn't believe his luck. Maybe he had a future with this woman after all. He might just be able to tell her his secret without her running as far away as possible.

  "You know what? I think I've said too much already."

  "Why do you say that?" He searched her face. All humor had fled.

  Angie sat up. "Just forget it." She started to leave the bed.

  Jon-Luc placed his hands on her shoulders and eased her back down. "Chere, you can tell me anything. I promise you, I won't judge."

  Angie stared at him as if weighing his words. "You really want to know?"

  Jon-Luc smiled. "Yes. I really want to know."

  20

  Angie put her head on Jon-Luc's chest to escape his prying eyes. Telling this story could end their relationship and she couldn't bear to see him look at her with pity because he thought she was nuts. She would be honest and tell him about her encounter with the ghosts.