Sex with a Hex: Magical Sisters, Book 2

by Beverly Rae

  Her mind whirled. Maybe if she could make him think she’d had sex with two men, perhaps even let him see her having sex with two men, she’d solve her problem. As long as the two men weren’t really there, of course. Then she’d win and the bet would be over.

  A worrisome thought pushed at her happiness. She’d wanted to draw the men to her with her natural allure, and she’d done so. She hadn’t used magic to attract Bill, only to make him forget and then to give him a wonderful gift any man would love. Putting a spell on him had been to his benefit, not hers.

  But her new plan was filled with spells. Still, a girl had to do what a girl had to do, right? Especially a girl who was a witch. Besides, after he forfeited the challenge, she could try and make him love her—without using any magic.

  She glanced at the leather-bound spell book sitting on her bedside table. One day she’d switch over to an eBook reader for her spells like most witches had done, but for now she’d find her answers within the pages of the ancient text. The basics of her plan had come together, but she needed specific spells. Plopping the book on her lap, she flipped page after page, her mind toying with the details until at last she found the spells that suited her needs.

  Calling and leaving a message on the bakery’s answering machine for her sisters and begging off work for the day, Meg crawled under the sheets and slept soundly for the first time since she’d met Chance Dannigan.

  Meg strolled through The Sundowner, a smile plastered on her face, and waved to the many people who recognized her. Keeping her game face on, she scanned the dimly lit room for Chance.

  Chance sat at their booth—their booth?—with two very handsome men sitting across from him. The golden man could’ve taken Brad Pitt’s place as his twin and the dark-haired hunk was the perfect bad-boy type, sultry, lust-filled eyes included.

  Meg slowed her pace, not to catch their attention as she usually would have wanted, but to prolong the time before she had to meet her new subjects of seduction. Her heart and mind urged her to turn around and run. But she couldn’t. Although she hated her pride, she couldn’t ignore it.

  “Hi.” She didn’t even try to come on to the men. Instead, she studied them, committing their features to memory. If her plan had any hope of succeeding, she had to get every detail exactly right.

  “Hi, Meg.” Chance’s tone was light as though he was surprised to see her. “Are you out clubbing tonight?”

  Oh, right, Doc. Act like we hadn’t planned on meeting at the club.

  She tried to ignore the rapid increase of her pulse and failed. Heat swirled between her legs, and her stomach did the strange little flip-flop it always did whenever Chance looked at her. Ignoring her instant attraction to him was like ignoring an erupting volcano. If the lava didn’t get her, the acid rain would. “Not really. I just popped in for a quick drink.” She forced her gaze away from him to settle on his friends. “So, who are your friends?”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” His grin faltered for a moment. “This is Josh and Ian. Guys, this is the lady I told you about. This is Meg.”

  The blond god gave her a slight wave when his name was mentioned, but Ian remained emotionless, keeping his dark, broody image intact.

  “That’s why my ears are burning. I hope you’ve told them good things.”

  “Of course.”

  Chance not providing their last names didn’t faze her. After all, who cared? She had no reason to contact them later. “Hi, guys. May I join you?”

  “Please.” Chance motioned to Josh who stood, allowing her to slide onto the seat and between the two men.

  “Chance didn’t tell us how beautiful you are.” Josh sneaked his arm behind her to rest on the top of the booth.

  Any other time she would’ve accepted the compliment and flirted back. But now the words were meaningless. Still, she had a game to win. Then the real challenge to win Chance’s love would begin.

  A waitress Meg knew well brought her a drink, bending over the table to push the glass toward Meg and give the men a good look at her tantalizing cleavage. “Hi, everyone. I’m Lisa.”

  Her giggle screeched through Meg like fingernails on a blackboard. “Thanks, Lisa, but I think we’re good. We’ll let you know if we need refills. But for now, could you give us some privacy, please?”

  Lisa glanced at the men, who remained silent, then pouted, plumping her lips for their benefit. “No problem.” She leaned over, placing her palms on the table. “But if the gentlemen need anything—” she batted her eyes at all three men, “—all you have to do is whistle.”

  Puckering up, she let out a low, slow whistle and pushed her arms against the sides of her breasts. Ian and Josh gave her bosom plenty of admiration, but Chance lifted his drink to his lips and checked out the couples on the dance floor. He didn’t even watch as she strutted back to the bar, her hips swinging like a pendulum.

  Meg smothered a happy grin at Chance’s lack of reaction to the buxom waitress. Too bad she couldn’t reward him with a kiss.

  “What does she think this is? Casablanca?” Meg played with the swivel stick in her drink.

  “Casablanca? Is that a new club in town?”

  Meg barely managed to keep from rolling her eyes. If only she’d added an intelligent factor to the contest. Josh was the male equivalent of a blonde bimbo with all looks and no brains. “Um, Joshy, what do you like to do for fun?”

  Chance’s eyebrows shot up at her new name for his friend, then he snarled when Ian chuckled under his breath.

  Josh, however, was happy to take the bait. “Well, I like what most men like.”

  “And what’s that, Joshy?” Ian smirked.

  Josh played with the back of her hair. “I like to make my ladies feel wonderful. You know, satisfied and well taken care of. I like to know they’ve had a good time.”

  “Ooh, so it’s all about the woman’s pleasure, huh?” She laughed, took a sip of her drink, then licked her lips.

  Josh was easy and willing to take her to bed. So why had Chance selected him? Did he still want to lose the bet? She shifted, and in doing so, brushed a breast against Ian’s shoulder. His gaze flicked to the spot where she’d touched him, skimmed over her chest, then drifted to her eyes.

  “Let’s quit dancing around the subject. What are you after, Meg? Are you one of those tease-’em-then-leave-’em-hanging kinds of girls? Or are you a real woman who likes real men?”

  She knew his type. He liked to bait women into coming on to him which, of course, made him feel desired and powerful. Meg took another sip of her drink, then dove into his dark eyes and gave him what he wanted. “Ian, honey, I don’t leave anyone hanging in any way.”

  He crooked the corner of his mouth upward and placed his hand on her leg. Meg smiled, although what she really wanted to do was thwack him on his hand.

  “Would you care to prove it?” His eyes darkened, the tiger ready to pounce.

  Meg faltered, then glanced at Chance with an unspoken question. Why had he chosen these two? They were hardly a challenge. But Chance kept his head turned away from the booth as though he couldn’t be bothered to follow their conversation. Was he so willing to get the game over with? To never see her again? Hurt hit her first and she had the sudden urge to let the tears fall. Then anger followed in its wake to save her the humiliation of crying over a man who obviously didn’t care for her.

  Downing the remainder of her drink, she covered Ian’s hand with hers. “Ian? Josh? Would you two like to see my apartment?”

  “Only if I can see your bedroom.” Ian leaned in to nuzzle her ear and whisper, “Do you have a friend who’d like to join us? Maybe Lisa?”

  Meg stiffened at his request but fought back the urge to tell him to take a flying leap into a giant pot of boiling oil. She’d never entertain the idea of Lisa joining them. Besides, Lisa getting involved would blow her scheme sky high. She looked at him, letting the unspoken invitation linger in her eyes. “Why don’t I call my sisters when we get to my place?”

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nbsp; “Yeah? Are they as hot as you?”

  Ian, you do have a one-track mind, don’t you? She giggled. “You won’t be disappointed.”

  She had Chance’s attention at last. He frowned. “Your sisters? But Allie’s—”

  “Allie will love this, Chance. So are you boys in or out?”

  Even Ian was taken aback. “Chance is coming, too?”

  “Why not? The more, the merrier, I always say. Trust me. None of you will be disappointed.” Her heart dropped at Chance’s frown. But she had to stick to the plan.

  Ian wiped his mouth. Maybe to wipe away the drool? “Damn, girl, you really are freaky.”

  Meg pushed at him, making him slide out of the booth, then tugged on Josh to get him to slide out behind her. Enough was enough. Time to put her plot into action.

  “Honey, you don’t know the half of it.” Turning to face Chance she added, “I’m going to let my new friends ride with me. You don’t mind following in your car, do you? You do remember where I live, don’t you?”

  She smiled, remembering the quick spell she’d performed before entering the club. She needed Chance to take his car—not that he’d be able to use it right away.

  She left Chance nodding, an irritated expression clouding his features. Striding through the club with Ian taking one arm and Josh taking the other, she couldn’t help but mentally cross her fingers for luck. So far, so good.

  “Nice place you have.”

  “Thanks.” Meg smiled at Josh and, for what had to be the thousandth time, reevaluated her plan. But she couldn’t turn back. Not after saying she’d have sex with two men at once, then sabotaging Chance’s car with a flat tire to delay his arrival.

  Ian wrapped his arm around her waist and brought her closer. He was toned and strong, but that didn’t make him any more attractive to her. She put her weight against him and snaked her hand along his spine toward his shoulders to take in every curve and hard edge. She had to get his body firmly in her mind.

  Josh wasn’t one to be left out. Laughing, he tugged her out of Ian’s hold and pressed her against his chest. She did the same to him that she’d done to Ian, moving her hands over his body to memorize his frame. But she had to move fast. A flat tire wouldn’t delay Chance for long.

  “How about we skip the pleasantries and get down to the fun?” Meg kissed the hollow of Josh’s neck, earning a moan.

  “I do like a woman who knows what she wants.” Ian sandwiched her between them and cupped her ass. “So which of us gets to fuck you first?”

  She didn’t worry that they might notice how fake her laugh was. Hell, she could’ve dropped a bomb on their feet and they wouldn’t have taken their hungry eyes off her.

  “That’s up to you. And to tell the truth, I don’t mind a little competition between my men.” She glanced at the front door, confirmed that she’d left it unlocked, and squeezed out from between the men. “Follow me, guys.”

  Leading them down the hallway, she strode past her bedroom and led them into the guest bedroom. An eager Josh and Ian grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed, letting her fall onto her back. Josh ran his hands under her T-shirt and left unbuttoning her jeans to Ian.

  Alarm caught her breath until, at last, she regained her composure. But by then, her shirt was gone and her jeans lay piled on the floor. “Hey, slow down, okay?”

  Ian shucked his shirt and got busy taking off his belt. “What the hell for?”

  Josh fondled her breasts, working to push the top part of the bra under her breasts. “Yeah. What the hell for?” He latched on to a nipple and sucked.

  Meg attempted to wiggle away, but Ian spread her legs, levering his knee between them. He slipped his hand under her thong and yanked, but she resisted, taking hold of the thin strap to pull them back up.

  “Knock it off.” She hadn’t planned on the men being so aggressive, and the situation was quickly getting out of control. She kicked, barely missing Ian’s shaft, but freeing one leg.

  “Hey, I thought you wanted this.” Ian tried to take her leg again, but she kept kicking. Josh slid his hand over her stomach and she knew if both men went for her thong again, she would lose it.

  “Urgh!” She slapped Josh’s hand away, shoved a foot against Ian’s chest and scooted to the edge of the bed. The men lunged for her and she spun away to stumble backward.

  Praying it would work, she waved her hand in the air and recited the spell she’d practiced. If it didn’t, she’d have to get out of trouble the old-fashioned way: by taking them down with quick kicks to their balls.

  A popping sound heralded the blue mist that settled around them. Meg yanked her bra back over her breasts and waited for the hex to work.

  Ian and Josh froze, two statues with erect shafts. Josh’s eyes grew wide. Groaning, he tried to reach out for her, but his arms wouldn’t move. Emitting the saddest cry she’d ever heard, he fell sideways onto the bed. Fear wiped away Ian’s erection and he uttered a curse before pitching headfirst on top of Josh.

  “Stars and moon, I’m glad that worked.” Meg shoved Ian off Josh to lie flat on his back next to the out-like-a-light Josh. Ian’s snores soon accompanied his friend’s. She took a deep breath and relaxed, thankful she’d managed the spell. “Sleep tight, boys. I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.”

  Meg grabbed the Crock-Pot sitting on the edge of the dresser, took a quick look at the concoction brewing inside and said a silent prayer that the next spell would work. She’d never tried any spell quite as elaborate, and she wasn’t sure the homemade dolls she’d found at the local arts-and-crafts store would work. If she’d known what Josh and Ian looked like before she’d met them, she could’ve added the correct eye and hair color, thus increasing the chances that her charm would work. As it was, she’d just have to give it a try and hope for the best.

  She dropped the two dolls into the bubbling goo and closed her eyes. Speaking with as much emotion as she could, she intoned the hex. She held her breath, then turned to see if it had worked.

  “Damn it!” Although the room wasn’t large, she scanned the area, hoping to see something. Hell, anything. But she and the two men were the only ones there. She chewed her lip and reminded herself to stay calm. She’d have to try again. But what had gone wrong the first time?

  Taking a steadying breath, she recited the spell again. Unlike before, she kept her eyes peeled on the boiling liquid and the two dolls bobbing to the surface of the brew. Sparks danced inside the pot and tiny blue flames emerged, then died out. Was that what was supposed to happen? If not, if the spell didn’t work this time, she’d be in a heap of—

  “What the hell?”

  Josh and Ian had awakened and stood at the end of the bed, their eyes locked on the other Josh and Ian standing before them. The real Josh reached out to touch the fake Josh, then dropped his hand.

  Shit. How did they wake up so soon? Meg made a mental note to practice her sleeping spell more often and made a quick wish that the other spells she needed tonight would last longer.

  “What’s going on, man?” Josh tilted his head from one side to the next. “Is that me?”

  Meg made her voice as light as she could. “Hi, guys. Wow, we did some powerful stuff, huh?” She pushed her way in between the two sets of men as though she could hide the fakes from the real men.

  Ian, who had until now remained silent, zeroed in on her. “Am I really seeing what I’m seeing? There’s two of us?”

  Meg twisted around, pretended not to see the fake Ian and Josh, then shrugged. “Two of who?”

  “Two of those.” Josh pointed at the fakes.

  “Wow, you guys can’t handle the hard drugs, can you? I thought you said you used this stuff all the time.” She scoffed and shook her head at them.

  “Stuff? What kind of stuff?”

  “Oh, come on. Quit fooling around. You know. The stuff Josh gave us. The super-duper meds.” Meg turned away from the real Ian and Josh to gawk at the exact body look-alikes that she’d hocus-pocused into c
reation, acting like she was seeing them for the first time.

  “Wow, what a high! Are you guys seeing double, too? It’s like there’s more than one of you.” Hopefully, they wouldn’t notice that she didn’t have a look-alike. But then, even if they did, they wouldn’t have long to wonder.

  Josh was more confused than ever. “The stuff I gave us? But I haven’t done any E since the judge threatened to lock me up until I turned forty. Or I got smarter. Whichever one came first.”

  Meg would’ve bet he’d turn forty long before he ever got smarter. “I guess you didn’t listen to the judge.”

  The cool and calm bad boy Ian of earlier was a thing of the past. Instead, his wild eyes darted from the other Ian, to her and back again. “Are you seeing another you? Because I don’t see another you. But I do see another Josh and me.” His voice trembled. “Holy shit. This is freaky weird.”

  Josh reached out to the fake Josh and finally made contact. His hand disappeared into the flesh, then reappeared as it left the illusion’s body. Stunned, he jumped backwards. “Damn! Did you see that? My hand went right through him. Or in him. Or through him. Aw, hell, I don’t even know.”

  Ian’s words were jumbled, incomprehensible mumbles as he struggled to make sense out of the impossible. His arm shook as he reached out to touch the Ian copy.

  “No! Don’t touch him.” Ian yanked his hand away at Meg’s shout.

  She should’ve counted on them being freaked out. After all, how many people met their exact double? Nonetheless, she had to regain control of the situation before Chance arrived. Acting fast, she waved her hands in front of their faces and chanted a forgetting spell. Their eyes glazed over, taking on a faraway look.