by Beverly Rae
“Are you sure they won’t see the blue wall?”
“Trust me. They won’t.”
“I don’t know. This really isn’t my kind of thing.”
Meg shot her a bemused look. “The old Allie would’ve jumped at this.”
“You’re right. But I haven’t been a succubus for a long time. Thank God.”
Meg took her sister’s hand and squeezed. “It’s your choice. But right now, I’ve got to get in there. How about standing guard for me instead?”
Allie gave her a little salute. “No problem.” She lifted the gate and slipped back to the customer side of the counter.
Allie waited as Meg murmured the spell. A flash of blue light brightened the space in front of Meg, then was quickly replaced with a wall of blue. Meg held her hands up and walked forward, moving the blue wall along with her.
Once inside the room, Meg scanned the cramped interior but saw nothing but rack after rack of shelves filled with various prescriptions and medical devices. Meg pushed the wall and moved to the far side. A moan and soft cry led her to the last row of shelves. Behind the row at the back wall, Chance had his back to the wall, his eyes closed, his face filled with lust. Steph was on her knees pulling the flaps of his jeans wider to give her more room to perform fellatio.
“Wow.”
Chance’s eyes opened, then narrowed as he searched for whoever had spoken. Meg clamped a hand over her mouth, then froze.
“Hmm, you taste so good.”
Chance gave the room another once-over before turning his attention to the woman at his feet. He tracked his hands through her hair and urged her to take him into her mouth again. She mewed, then rocked back and forth, drawing him in and out in slow movements. She pressed a hand against his toned stomach and held his erect shaft with the other.
“I’ve got to admit, Steph, you’re different from what I’ve heard.” Chance groaned, closed his eyes, then opened them to study the woman at his feet.
Steph laughed. “I bet I am. But then I try to keep my playtime activities out of town. Gotta protect the image, you know.” She looked up at him and licked her lips. “But I couldn’t resist you. What woman could?”
Oh, please. Don’t make the head on his neck any bigger. Meg narrowed her eyes and glared at the pharmacist.
Chance moaned again, bringing Meg’s attention upward. She rolled her lips under as her breathing increased, the heat from Chance’s face lighting the fire between her legs. She soon found herself wanting Steph to lean back and give her a better view of his manhood. The brief glimpses were not enough.
Chance groaned, then reached down to take his shaft in his hand, freeing Steph’s hands to wander over the tops of his muscled legs and under the material of his jeans. Steph cupped his balls, eliciting yet another groan from him, then slid her tongue along the side of his dick. The movement gave Meg the best view yet, and she licked her lips, her desire ratcheting skyward as Steph pumped the engorged cock.
Stars and moon, he’s huge. Meg imagined taking the pharmacist’s place on the floor. Oh, what she wouldn’t like to do to this hunk of a man. She imagined dragging him inside, tasting his muskiness, smelling his unique aroma.
Steph enveloped him again, running her hands under his shirt. Taking her hint, Chance tugged off the tight T-shirt, exposing the hardest chest Meg had ever seen. He was rock solid, a granite mass of man, and her fingertips tingled at the thought of running her hands over the ridges his muscles formed as she slipped her palm from his taut abdomen upward to his pebbled nipples. Meg had to fight to keep a moan of delight contained.
Instead, she pushed against the blue wall and moved closer. Now only four feet away from the couple, Meg inhaled, hoping that, if she couldn’t touch him, she could at least smell his sex. She was rewarded with a manly scent that made her lightheaded with desire.
“Steph, I think you’d better stop before I, uh, you know.”
Steph giggled, wiped her mouth and gazed up at him. “It’s okay if you do.”
Okay, she’s definitely no virgin, much less a lesbian. Stephanie, you’ve got the whole town fooled. Meg gritted her teeth, fighting against the urge to push the woman aside and take over.
Chance paused as though listening, then tugged Steph to her feet. “I’d rather give you more enjoyment than that.” He pulled a condom package from his back pocket and shot her a smile that almost melted Meg’s knees.
The man has more charm than any one man should have. Meg couldn’t decide whether she wanted Steph to take him up on his offer or refuse him. If she refused him, Meg would win the bet. But if she didn’t… Well, Meg wouldn’t mind watching the hunky doc in action. Although she’d prefer it if the action were directed her way.
For the first time, Steph seemed to remember where she was. She glanced behind her as though searching for any onlookers.
Chance was a one-track-minded man. Taking Steph by the shoulders, he switched positions and pressed her against the wall. Suddenly, he paused and stared at Steph. “I just want to be clear. This is a hook-up, pure and simple. I’m not looking for a relationship.”
Meg grinned. He was going to blow it.
Steph arched an eyebrow and gave him a sultry look. “Who says I do?”
He crushed his mouth to hers.
The pharmacist wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers clutching his hair. Chance lifted her skirt and shoved his hand underneath to rip her black thong away. He cupped her mons, and Meg leaned to the right to try and see better. From the motion his hand was making, Meg could tell he’d plunged at least one of his fingers deep inside the woman.
Meg squirmed, almost feeling his fingers on her instead of the buxom blonde. Warmth having nothing to do with the temperature of the room circled her neck then spread outward, downward to meet the heat hiding between her legs. She closed her eyes, forcing a calmness she didn’t possess, then opened them again, unable to resist watching.
At last the kiss broke apart, and Chance pushed Steph’s hair away from her shoulders to nibble his way down the curve of her breast. He unbuttoned her prim white blouse and tugged on the lacy bra until he exposed her nipple. Meg bit her lip, her own nipples pebbling as he bent to take Steph’s in his mouth.
Meg wanted to have his mouth, his tongue on her. Needed to let his touch enliven her already sensitized nerve endings, ached to experience his body next to hers. Instead, she was only an observer.
Both of Steph’s breasts were free of her bra, and Chance showered each one with kisses. He continued to rub her, eliciting louder moans from her, driving her to frantically clutch him. Shoving her harder against the wall again to use it as leverage, he hoisted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist. She locked her heels behind him, ready to hang on for the ride. They bucked against each other, Chance’s grunts muffled by Steph’s chest, her pants an accompaniment to his sounds. The vibration of the wall shook the shelves nearest them and toppled a few bottles onto the floor.
Then, all of a sudden, both of them ceased to move. Chance touched Steph’s face, a tender gesture that elicited a soft moan from her. His intimate touch drove an ache into Meg while simultaneously giving freedom to a small orgasm. She gasped, surprised at both her reactions.
Letting out a deep-throated growl, Chance plunged into Steph. She inhaled, threw her head to the side, and dug her fingernails into his back, leaving raw angry red marks in her wake. But Chance didn’t seem to mind as he continued to pound into her. His jeans slid lower to reveal his buttocks as the muscles in them clenched and unclenched time and again. Perspiration beaded on the back of his neck to wet his hair.
Unable to watch a moment longer, Meg spoke the spell she rarely used, then prayed it would work. Almost as soon as the last word had left her mouth, the couple went still. Sweat no longer ran between Chance’s shoulders. Instead, the beads of perspiration stayed where they were as though suspended in time. Stephanie’s elation was captured on her face, her mouth wide open in a silent scream of lust.
Meg waved her hand, and with a slight popping sound, the blue wall disappeared. Time to get a better look at him.
Meg grew closer, near enough to run her palms along Chance’s back, upward to skim over his chiseled arms, then to glide her fingers across his shoulders. He’s magnificent. If only he was naked. If only it was me he was doing.
Meg bent over to take in Chance’s body pressed against Steph’s. His hard stomach was just as delicious as the rest of him. So much that she couldn’t resist. She slipped her hand over his ribbed abdomen, letting her palm rise and fall over the valleys and hills of his well-defined muscles. “You, Doc, are one fine specimen of a man.”
But Meg wasn’t finished. She had to take a better look at their coupling. Chance was half inside Steph, his fine, long cock positioned to drive deeper. Again she couldn’t help herself. She continued moving lower, over the length of him, and loved the texture of the swirls of dark hair as they twined around her fingers. With a moan, she inhaled and drew in more of his masculine scent.
“Meg! Hurry up and get out of there. I just know we’re going to get caught. Oh, no. I think I hear someone coming.”
Allie’s harsh whisper shattered her fantasy. Meg whirled around to find Allie in the doorway, her hand cupped over her eyes.
“Okay, okay. Keep your panties on, little sister. Go on. I’ll be there in a sec.” Stars and moon. I hate to stop just when things are getting good. I knew he’d be amazing, but I never expected he’d be that amazing. If only I could switch places with Stephanie. She sighed, then did what she knew she had to do. Stepping back to her previous position, Meg said the incantation and brought the blue wall up again. Then with a snap of her finger, she unfroze the couple.
“Oh! Oh, oh, oh!” Steph puffed as Chance drove into her, neither one of them aware of what had happened.
He lowered his head to place his forehead on her shoulder, his body tensing as his climax neared. No longer needing to hold her, he flattened his palms on the wall and rammed again, and again, and again. Groaning, he released at the same moment Steph opened her eyes and cried out his name.
“Uh, is anyone back there? Miss Howerson? Stephanie? Are you all right?”
Crap. I should’ve gotten away when Allie told me to.
“Oh, my God.” Panic swept through Steph, widening her eyes as she hurriedly dropped to her feet. Chance leaned his shoulder against the wall and pulled up his jeans as she straightened her clothing.
“Uh, I’ll be there in just a minute.” Steph ran a hand over his shoulder. “I hope you fill all your prescriptions here. In person, for that personal touch.”
Chance whispered, “Damn straight I will.” Squeezing her butt, he gave her another kiss.
Motioning for Chance to stay where he was, Steph hurried out from behind the shelf, almost knocking over Meg, who jumped out of the way, the blue wall moving with her. Meg took one last look at the still half-clothed Chance and hurried out of the room.
Meg quickened her pace, sprinting more than jogging now. She loved her morning run in the park, but today was different. Instead of lifting her spirits and wiping her troubles from her mind, the early morning exercise brought more thoughts—tempting, tantalizing thoughts—rather than ridding her of the lingering ones she’d fought all night. She lifted her face toward the sun, but the bright morning rays that warmed her were nothing compared to the heat she felt every time she remembered how Chance had looked, how he’d performed with the pharmacist. In fact, she’d thought of little else since leaving the pharmacy.
Chance Dannigan. Even two days later, she could still see the muscles in his back rippling with each thrust and the tautness of the swell of his buttocks peeking out from the waist of his unbuttoned jeans as he pounded into Stephanie. His puffs of exertion still filled her ears, waking her in the middle of the night to tease her.
Oh, how she’d longed to grab his dark hair and pull him away from Stephanie. But if she had, she would’ve lost the bet and her dignity. Still, she had to wonder. Would losing the bet have gained her so much more? Could she have tempted him away from the lovely pharmacist?
She took a swig of the bottled water she kept hooked to her running shorts, then strapped it on again. Such thoughts weren’t helping her. She had to win, had to bring the dashing-yet-cocky Dr. Dannigan down a notch or two. Her reputation as a man-eater was at stake, not to mention her pride. Still, maybe after she’d taught him a lesson, she could teach him another, even more intimate lesson.
Meg glanced at a couple snuggling together under a tree and groaned. How often had she dreamed of finding the perfect man to fill not only her nights but her days? And yet, every time she allowed her hopes to thrive, the man ended up disappointing her. Although she’d found men who were suitable in bed, she hadn’t found a man who could hold her interest after the sex was over. No, love was good for Allie and, hopefully, one day for Hilly, too. But not for her. Instead, she’d make a happy life filled with endless sexual encounters.
“That’s not such a bad thing, you know,” she mused aloud. But if what she’d said was true, why did her stomach churn every time she thought about it?
“What’s not such a bad thing?”
Meg’s heart did a double beat before she dared to glance sideways. Chance, wearing a sweat-soaked T-shirt and perfectly fitting running shorts that hugged the curve of his buttocks, pulled up beside her. She forced herself to keep running even though her breath hitched in her throat. Determined to show composure she didn’t feel, she kept up her pace and glued her gaze to the path.
“Do you always talk to yourself when you run?”
“Do you always sneak up on someone when she’s jogging?” Crap. That wasn’t the glib response she’d wanted to say. Sometimes her mouth worked faster than her brain.
“You think I’m lying in wait, ready to sneak up on you? I’m out for a morning run like you. Should I have gone past without saying hello?”
She could sense the smug smile filling his face and could hear it in his tone. “Oh, is that what you’re doing? Saying hello? Okay, then. Hello. And goodbye.” She pushed harder, speeding up.
“Hey, what’s the hurry? Besides, I wanted to check with you about the other day.”
She knew what he meant but didn’t want to respond. Besides, it was hard enough keeping her breathing regular with him so near.
“I scored the first point in our bet.”
Meg squelched a wince. Scored? She hated the way that sounded but had to admit it was the truth. “I’d rather not think of a sexual conquest as scoring a point. Granted, you can view it that way, but I’d rather not.”
“Hmm, I’m not sure how else to view it, but okay. Besides, it’s not as though Stephanie didn’t enjoy herself.”
That was true enough. What woman wouldn’t have enjoyed Chance’s attentions? Damn, damn, damn.
“You did see us, right?”
Meg looked at him, then was unable to resist a grin. “Oh, I saw, all right.”
“Which means I succeeded.” His dark eyes flashed at her, mischievous and teasing.
She had to give credit where credit was due. “You did. But don’t go getting too cocky.” She immediately regretted her choice of words. “The bet’s not over yet.”
She inhaled, catching a whiff of his natural aroma mixed with good old perspiration. Any other man wouldn’t have smelled half as good.
Chance kept pace with her, the slap of his feet matching the softer thud of hers. “So how do you know for sure? I didn’t see you anywhere around. Although it was difficult to pay attention to anything other than Stephanie. Are you taking my word for it and just saying you watched?”
She laughed, enjoying talking to him. “Not on your life, Doc. Trust me. I saw everything.” And boy, did she mean everything. Not to mention getting a little touchy-feely in, too. Thankfully, he wouldn’t remember.
“Where were you watching from?” He hurried in front of her, then turned around to watch her a
s she jogged past him. He caught up with her again, his intent look foretelling his question. “Meg Tristan, did you hide a camera in the pharmacy? Do you make sexy amateur videos?”
She shot him a look that said it all, then diverted off the path and onto the grass. She stopped, shook her head and tried to catch her breath. “First of all, if I was into videos, they wouldn’t be amateurish. At least not with me as the star.”
Chance’s eyebrows shot up. “Really? Are you telling me you’re a pseudo porn star? Please tell me more.” His grin grew lecherous. “Much more.”
“You wish. Secondly, I was stunned when Stephanie did what she did. The woman has a stone-cold rep for, well, being stone cold. So kudos for you for pulling that—or should I say getting her off. Although, in the future, I’d prefer the women know they’re being watched.”
“Hmm, now that might make things a lot more difficult.”
Meg shrugged. “Not my problem. Besides, the men I take to bed will definitely know the score.” This time she couldn’t hide her wince. “Urgh. You know what I mean.”
“I guess we should’ve ironed out more of the details up front.”
She tilted her head at him and grinned. “Are you giving up?”
“Not on your life. It means what I said it means. It’ll take a little more doing, is all.”
“Good. Then we’re straight on this.” Meg started to step back on the path again when Chance took her arm.
“Hey, hold up. It’s your turn.”
Meg jerked her arm away. Not that she didn’t want him touching her. Hell, he could touch her anywhere he liked. Still, he’d surprised her. “My turn?”
Chance closed in on her, putting his face a puff away from her lips. Heat flashed through her, sudden, intense and hotter than when she’d been watching him with Stephanie, as her gaze dropped to his lips. He ran his palms along her arms, making her wish he would caress a different part of her.
Meg held her breath, anticipating the moment he would press his lips to hers. No man had ever gotten this close and not kissed her. His dark eyes deepened to a coal black, an endless depth she wanted to explore, but she had to look away. Instead, she held her breath, saw him easing closer and closed her eyes. Her lips trembled in anticipation.
