Damn! I suddenly realized that at Trevor’s there would be no dampening spell. I’d have to be extra careful to keep a spelled item on me at all times.
“Am I boring you?” Trevor drawled, and I was annoyed to realize I was blushing.
I licked my lips and shook my head. “My mind wandered for a second.”
“I guess I’ll have to do more to keep your mind engaged, won’t I?” The wicked promise in Trevor’s eyes had me wanting to press my thighs together, which was impossible with Trevor standing between them.
His head dipped toward mine, and my lips parted in anticipation of his kiss, but his lips merely brushed against mine as he stepped closer. His hands moved under my robe to settle on my bare hips, and I shuddered again. When I met his eyes, I saw his desire. I also saw the cocky confidence Trevor always exuded mixed with something else. Trevor seemed nervous.
“I’ve waited so long to have you,” he began. “I told myself I was going to be patient and wait until we got back to my place. I’d planned our first time to be in my bed, me worshipping your body and making you come harder than you ever imagined possible.”
I wasn’t sure what I’d do if he insisted on waiting until we got back to his place. My eyes landed on the condom, and he chuckled.
“You don’t need to explain,” I assured him. “I’m glad you had the foresight to realize we might not be able to wait.”
“You’re too much temptation,” he murmured, leaning forward to brush his lips against the sensitive spot near my collar bone. “I need to taste you again. I’ve been dreaming about it, and I know for a fact I won’t be able to resist sliding into that tight body of yours after I taste you.”
I moaned when he sucked the pulse on my neck lightly while one hand teased my thigh. I reached a hand forward to grip him through his pants, enjoying his guttural sound of pleasure. Allowing my hand to slide up and down the length of him, I was getting even wetter. The thought of having Trevor inside of me made my body pulse with need; I wanted to see him, taste him.
Trevor grabbed my wrist to pull my hand away from his erection.
“I want to touch you, too,” I insisted.
“Don’t worry, honey. I have every intention of letting you touch me, but not yet. First, I have big plans for that delectable body of yours.” His grin turned wicked, and before I could guess his intentions, he pushed my plate to the side and lifted me off the stool, settling me on the breakfast bar. Moving the stool to the side, Trevor settled between my legs again and kissed me. This time, there was no teasing brush of lips, as his tongue slid into my mouth. One of his hands reached around to grasp the hair at the back of my head, holding me in place. The other hand slipped between our bodies to brush against my nipple in a teasing caress at odds with the way his mouth was devouring mine.
My nails dug into the back of his shirt while my tongue moved desperately against his. I wanted Trevor more than I could remember wanting any man. All the months of pretending I could forget him made this even more intense. When my hands reached for his belt, Trevor caught them, pulling both behind my back.
“Behave or I’ll use the belt on your robe to tie you up,” he warned. “In case you’re wondering, I’m hoping you give me an excuse to do it.”
I moaned, and Trevor released my hands, freeing one of his own to roll my nipple between his fingers. “No more games,” I told Trevor, and his eyes darkened at my commanding tone. From the looks of it, Trevor liked it when I was assertive.
Leaning forward, Trevor took one of my nipples into his mouth and suckled it gently at first, taking his cue from the way I writhed and moaned as he sucked, licked, and even nipped at my nipples. If he kept going, my nipples were going to be sore when I put my bra on, and I wasn’t sure I cared. One of Trevor’s hands slid between my legs, and he pressed the heel of his hand close to my clit, adding just enough pressure to have me lifting my hips to rub against his hand. I needed more pressure, more of everything. My entire body was on fire, aching for his touch.
Trevor pulled the stool forward and sat on it, using his fingers to spread my folds open for his inspection. “Fucking gorgeous,” he praised before dipping his head and running his tongue around my opening. I reached down, trying to press him closer, needing more. His tongue continued its leisurely exploration of my pussy as if this were the first time he’d ever tasted me. His own moans of pleasure vibrated against my sensitive flesh, making me whimper with need. Two of his long fingers slid inside of me, while his tongue strummed my swollen clit. He suckled my clit, licked it, and swirled around it. Trevor pleasured me while keeping my orgasm just out of reach. When I was ready to beg him for my orgasm, his fingers curled, hitting a spot inside of me that made me scream. Sucking my clit into his mouth, Trevor’s tongue relentlessly flicked against the sensitive nub until my orgasm hit so hard I was thrashing against his face and tugging at his hair.
As my spasms subsided, and my brain started to function, Trevor lifted me off the breakfast bar and turned quickly to place me on the granite counter top. I shivered slightly from the cold, watching as he released his dick from his boxers. My brain short-circuited again at the sight of his glorious erection. When I looked up at his face, I found his eyes dark with desire. He was as far gone as I’d been only moments ago, and it was beyond sexy. My eyes followed his as he opened the condom and rolled it down his cock before stepping between my legs. Sliding into my body, inch by inch, I felt more stretched than I ever had. I pulsed around him, welcoming him into me.
“You’re so tight,” Trevor groaned, thrusting the rest of the way into my body.
All I could manage was a moan as my body clamped down around his. I was already nearing a second orgasm just from having him slide into me. When he started to move, it was obvious Trevor was trying for slow controlled strokes. I knew he wanted to draw this out, make it last, but I wanted hard, fast, and desperate. No, I needed hard, fast, and desperate.
“Faster,” I panted out, and I saw the indecision in Trevor’s eyes, but he was too far gone to resist my pleas.
He thrust into me over and over again, filling me in a way no man ever had. My body was tightening around his, and he groaned, mumbling words of praise I couldn’t quite make out over my own needy whimpers.
I met Trevor’s eyes, and he looked almost like he was in pain. I knew he was close, knew he was trying to hold back until I came. Something about his raw need was enough to send me spiraling over the edge, and I barely heard him call out my name as we both came completely undone.
Chapter Fourteen
Trevor
Nothing had ever come close to what I’d just experienced with Melina. In the past, I’d always remained in complete control during sex. I liked being in control. At least, that’s what I’d always believed. As it turned out, I enjoyed losing control with Melina.
Sliding out of her body was a struggle, but I somehow managed to pull away from her and dispose of the condom, suddenly wishing I’d brought more than one.
“That was,” Melina began, before taking a deep breath. “I’m not even sure there’s a word for what that was.”
This was not the time for one of my self-satisfied smirks, which is why I found myself literally biting my lip, because I was more than a little pleased with myself.
“I’d tell you not to act cocky about this, but I have to admit, you have good reason to feel overly confident,” Melina added, much to my surprise.
Helping her down off the counter, I retied the belt on her robe, hoping she’d be less tempting covered up—a foolish thing to hope for. It didn’t matter what Melina wore; she was always a temptation I didn’t want to resist.
“Could it be that I’ve actually managed to fuck the bitchiness out of Melina Blackwood?” I teased, quickly stepping back in case she made an attempt to unman me.
Rather than trying to stab me with the nearest kitchen utensil, Melina let out a contented sigh. “It would seem so. I’m not even considering smacking you for that comment.”
Her naughty smile had my dick perking up with interest again. “I definitely think you should test that theory while I’m at your house for the next couple of weeks.”
My fingers, which had been gently massaging the nape of her neck, tightened. “A month,” I corrected her. “You agreed to stay a month.”
“I agreed to a month if you aren’t tired of me by then,” she argued. “In two weeks, when you’re sick of me, you’ll be glad I’m not holding you to a month, like some needy witches would.”
I reined in my temper, not an easy task when she was clearly trying to distance herself from me. I wasn’t going to let that happen. My lips curled into a smile that I hoped conveyed the promise of all the things I planned to do to her over the next month.
“Oh, yeah. I am definitely going to enjoy proving you wrong,” I murmured.
Chapter Fifteen
Trevor
I was filled with an almost primitive sense of satisfaction as I carried the last of Melina’s bags into my home. There was still plenty at her condo, but I was determined to have her completely moved in by the end of the month. If I had my way, I wouldn’t need to use the terms of the bet to convince her we belonged together.
“How long do you think you’re going to have that smug smile on your face?” Melina asked me, and my smug grin widened.
“I got my witch in my house,” I began. “This smile is going to be on my face for a long time.”
“I’m not your witch,” Melina huffed.
“I’ll say it again. I am really looking forward to spending the next month showing you how wrong you are,” I murmured, leaning in to kiss her.
Just as my lips were about brush against Melina’s, Mr. Whiskers raced into the room, sliding across the tiles in my foyer. His wings began to flap frantically as he tried regaining his balance to avoid running into the wall. Stepping back from Melina, I quickly mouthed the words to my favorite binding spell, and my power slipped around his body, holding the condor in place until he could steady himself.
The poor bird looked stunned, so I scooped him up before Melina got to him. “You okay, buddy?” I asked. Once Melina agreed to bond her magic with mine, something I was determined to make happen, I’d be able to understand Mr. Whiskers. For now, I had to go by his reactions and guess what he meant.
Mr. Whiskers’ breathing steadied, and he leaned into me, letting out a sigh. “What have you been eating?” I asked him, nearly gagging from his breath.
Melina giggled. “He smelled a dead possum in your yard when we got here, so I let him go out there to find it. Apparently, he found the dead possum and decided it would make a nice lunch.”
“Damn,” I grumbled when the condor sighed again. “Do you have any breath mints for him?”
Since Melina was giggling, and the condor was intentionally opening his mouth in my face, I assumed they were both fucking with me. This should be disturbing on many levels. Mr. Whiskers’ breath was truly the foulest thing I’d ever been exposed to. Still, I found myself laughing.
“That’s enough of that,” I warned playfully. “Either Mr. Whiskers gets a breath mint, or he doesn’t get to see his new room.”
I put Mr. Whiskers down, and he hurried over to Melina who was still laughing. “Oh, so now you want me to get your breath freshener?” she asked the condor.
“Stop laughing, witch, or I’ll spank your cute little ass,” I warned playfully.
Melina snorted. “My ass is neither cute, nor little.”
I almost laughed when Mr. Whiskers moved around behind her to examine the ass in question before bobbing his head, probably agreeing with Melina’s assessment of her ass.
“Ah, but it is quite spankable,” I insisted. “Unless you want me to demonstrate how spankable it is, I suggest you deal with his breath.”
Melina seemed to consider her options, and I’m not going to lie; I was hoping she’d refuse to get the breath fresheners because I could tell she liked the spanking idea. If Mr. Whiskers weren’t in the room, she might have even pushed me to do it. I made a mental note to test that theory later.
“Come on, baby,” she crooned at her familiar. “Let’s go see if we can do something about that breath of yours.”
As she walked out of the room with her condor behind her, I was guessing she was shaking her ass back and forth to tempt me.
Damn, that witch was hot.
Chapter Sixteen
Melina
Mr. Whiskers was happily exploring his new room. I could not believe how much effort Trevor had gone through to get him settled in. It was sweet, and it threw me off balance. Then again, everything Trevor had done so far today had thrown me off balance, from his nervous texting to our wild sex in my kitchen. I was never going to be able to look at my kitchen the same way again. I’d had no idea what to expect when Trevor came to pick me up. While I’d known he wasn’t going to show up regretting his choice—not after all the effort he’d put into getting me to give him a chance—I’d wondered if he was going to waltz into my condo acting like a cocky ass. While he was definitely acting cocky, it was kind of cute.
“Thank you for going to so much effort to set up a room for Mr. Whiskers on short notice,” I told him, and Trevor’s smile made me think of a little boy who’d been praised for doing something good. Trevor was definitely a good host. That thought made me frown and reminded me of another reason I’d avoided getting involved with Trevor.
“What did I do wrong?” Trevor asked hesitantly.
“Sorry. It’s not anything you did just now.”
“It’s something I did another time?” he asked.
I let out a sigh, figuring we were going to need to have this discussion, eventually. “I’m not much of a party person,” I explained. From what I remembered, Trevor had at least one party a week, and he’d been known to have two or three.
“I haven’t had a party in months,” he admitted, surprising me.
“Really?” I asked, wondering if he was joking.
He turned away. We were in his kitchen, and he started to rummage through the fridge before setting out a fruit and cheese platter. “Before you ask, this wasn’t for a party. Dylan’s mom insisted I take leftovers home from the wedding reception.”
I laughed. “Then it was for a party, just not yours.”
“Smart ass,” he grumbled.
“Are you trying to avoid telling me why you’ve stopped having parties?” I asked.
“No,” he replied before shrugging. “Maybe a little. After you laid into me about my parties and acting like a child, I got to thinking about the way I was living my life.”
“Oh, Trevor,” I began, recalling what a bitch I’d been. While I’m usually a bitch, I rarely feel guilty about it. “I’m sorry about that. You shouldn’t have to change your life because of what someone else thinks.” Actually, I was shocked Trevor would even consider changing his life to please someone else. That wasn’t his style.
“That’s not why I stopped having parties,” he began, holding a strawberry out to me. “What you said made me think about what I was doing with my life. At first, I was pissed that you’d called me juvenile, and I had no intention of changing, but I suddenly stopped enjoying the parties. It was like I could hear your voice in the back of my head asking me why I was having people over when I didn’t like most of them.”
“So, you’re saying I did ruin the parties for you,” I insisted.
“Not really,” he replied with a shake of his head. “Eat,” he ordered, pointing to the tray. When one of my eyebrows lifted in question, Trevor chuckled. “After fucking you in your kitchen, I need to fuck you in my kitchen, so I figured I’d make sure you eat something first.”
His eyes were locked on mine, waiting to see how I’d react. It was a struggle not to tell him to fuck me now and forget the food. “The parties,” I prompted with a sweet smile before grabbing a piece of cheese from the tray. I knew damn well he was trying to distract me.
Trevor chuckled. “I’m going to have to step up my game. I was convinced you’d forget what we were talking about.”
“You’ll have to work harder to distract me in the future,” I responded.
“If I get much harder, I might break the zipper on my pants,” he grumbled.
“The parties,” I pushed.
“Right, the parties. I got to thinking about the reasons I was having the parties. First, I was lonely,” he admitted, sounding somewhat embarrassed by that admission. “So, that might have been a good reason to have the parties if it weren’t for the fact that I’d been avoiding most of my guests for months. My guests were more like background noise.”
“What were the other reasons for the parties?” I asked.
“Only one other reason came to mind, and it was lamer than the first reason,” he admitted. “I had this idea that, if I had enough parties, one day, my perfect witch would walk in the front door.”
“That seems like a good reason to continue having those parties,” I stated.
Trevor just shook his head.
“So, no more parties?” I asked.
“No more parties,” he confirmed.
“Do you miss it?” I asked. “There must have been more to the parties.”
He thought for a moment. “I missed it at first. Being alone is scary. I’d never spent much time living alone, and I had a hard time getting used to it, but I did. Believing I needed people around to make me happy, meant spending time with people for the wrong reasons. I was looking for someone to make me feel good about myself, instead of learning to like my own company.”
It was strange hearing Trevor talk this way. I’d always seen him as overly confident, but it seemed I’d misread him. “Now, you like your own company?”
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