Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

"Hell no! Because we just met after nearly fifteen years, and because your sister can come back any minute and I don't want her catching you making out with her admissions officer."

  "Carol's sleeping over at a friend's. She won't be home ‘til tomorrow.” Tab answered off the cuff, not even aware of what she was saying. That she was giving him permission to do what they both obviously wanted.

  "Are you sure?"

  Was she sure? Was she sure about her sister? Yes. Was she sure she wanted to do this? She didn't know. She'd been without a man's touch for years, and her body craved the affection.

  Would any man do, though? She didn't think so. She hadn't been this turned on since—well since never. She wanted Johnny. Badly.

  "Yes. Definitely."

  As soon as the words were out of her mouth, Johnny took her lips with his, kissing her forcefully. Desire swept through her body, enflaming already turned on cells. His hold tightened as he ravaged her mouth, tasting every inch of her before tearing his mouth away to blaze a trail of kisses down her throat.

  One hand snaked around to cup her breast in his palm as his thumb teased her nipple to a hardened point. His lips latched onto her other breast through her shirt, causing her to arch against him sharply. She threw her head back as sparks of pleasure shot out from his touch, burning her from the inside.

  Dimly she was aware that he lifted her onto the counter, her feet no longer touching the ground. His hand returned to her breast while his other one worked its way down her thigh, pushing her skirt up as it went. The feel of his hand against her leg electrified her, her body on full alert, wanting, needing more.

  Tabitha wrapped her legs around Johnny's waist, eager to pull him closer, needing to feel him against her, rubbing away the ache growing between her legs.

  Johnny tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head, and then immediately attacked her bra, unclasping it and letting it slither down to the floor.

  "Oh, God. You're beautiful.” His hands cupped her breasts as he looked down at them. Tabitha watched his expression as he thumbed her nipples. He looked like a little boy granted an all-access pass to a toy store, and it warmed her to the core. Her hands went around his neck to play in his hair.

  She caught his eyes when he looked up at her. “Do you know how much I wanted you in high school?"

  "What?” What was he talking about? He barely knew her back then.

  "You were the cute little brain who everyone loved, but you were out of my league."

  "What are you talking about, Johnny?” His hands were still playing with her breasts, leaving her breathless as she tried to follow his words.

  "You were perfect, but I knew I had to give it a try. But just as I got my courage up, you started dating Rick."

  "I didn't think you even knew who I was."

  Instead of answering right away, his mouth went down to cover a nipple. The wet heat of his tongue had her gasping as she lost all train of thought.

  "Oh, I knew who you were, trust me."

  Then all talk about the past seemed superfluous when he bit at her nipple sending shafts of desire through her body. Oh, God she wanted him badly. Now. Inside her.

  Fumbling at his jeans, she popped the button and pulled down the zipper, eager to get to what lay beneath.

  She grasped him under his jockeys. His quick intake of breath sent her pulse fluttering even faster. What woman doesn't like to think she can make a man gasp for air?

  He was hard. Very hard. And damn, he felt thick. Scooting closer to the edge of the counter, Tabitha hooked her legs behind his waist.

  Johnny stood up and kissed her again, his hand wrapped in her hair tightly. “If you don't stop that, Tab, we won't make it to the bedroom."

  "Who cares?"

  "Don't tempt me, Tab,” he growled at her as he nibbled on her neck.

  In response, she tightened her hand around his thick cock and squeezed.

  Johnny pulled away from her, and extricated himself from her grasp. He ran his hands under her skirt and grabbed hold of her panties to pull them down sharply. Somehow he managed to tear them off of her and throw them behind him. He thrust her skirt up to her hips and quickly kneeled in front of her. With one quick look at her, he thrust a finger into her vagina, ripping a gasp from her.

  His shoulders pushed her legs open as his mouth moved down to her pussy. Johnny ran his tongue up her cleft, stopping on the bundle of nerves at the top.

  Tabitha grabbed his head, holding him tight against her as he began to suck at her clit.

  "Oh, God, Johnny!” Tabitha had been without male attention for so long, she had begun to think she would forget how to have an orgasm that she didn't give herself. She was wrong. Quickly she felt the tension building as he played with her clit flicking at it while pumping his finger in her vagina. Another finger joined the first, and both of them curved in a “come here” motion.

  It was enough to send her over the edge, screaming his name again.

  With one last lick he stood up with a grin. Tabitha grabbed onto his shoulders as her breathing returned to normal.

  "Do you know how long I have wanted to do that?"

  Tabitha lay her head on his shoulder. “How long?"

  "High school?” He laughed at himself. “Although I don't know how good I would have been back then."

  "How could I not have known?"

  "Guys are good at hiding, especially at that age. We need to be, or our friends would tear us apart."

  Tabitha was filled suddenly with the urge to touch Johnny's skin, to feel it against hers as he made love to her. She grabbed the bottom of his shirt and tugged upwards to get it off.

  Smooth chocolate met her gaze. She had no choice but to run her hands over the smooth chest and large biceps in front of her. He was soft and hard, silky to her touch, with just a sprinkling of perspiration from the heat in the kitchen. Heat they had just sent at least twenty degrees higher in the last ten minutes.

  Tabitha leaned forward to flick her tongue out at one strong pectoral muscle. His quick intake of breath had her smiling as she ran her hands down his chest to his waist. Her teeth grasped his nipple at the same time her hand wrapped around his cock once again.

  Johnny groaned. “Woman."

  "What's the matter, Johnny, not man enough to take it?” She made sure she breathed the words as much as said them, watching him shiver in response.

  Johnny's hands wrapped in her hair and pulled her head up to face him. “Right now, Tabitha, all I want to do is bury myself to the hilt in your hot pussy."

  "What's stopping you?” Her voice was a husky whisper. So thick with desire she barely recognized it as her own.

  He closed his eyes for a second and groaned as he seemed to try to get control of himself. “I don't make a habit of carrying around condoms with me. And I can already tell you aren't the kind of woman to take many men home. You wouldn't do that to Carol."

  Tabitha blushed at mention of her sister, but pushed all guilty feelings away. “I'm on the pill."

  Johnny's eyes narrowed. “Do you trust me?"

  Tabitha laughed. “If I didn't trust you, do you think I would let you eat me out in the middle of my kitchen?"

  "I promise I'm clean."

  Tabitha leaned forward and pulled his head toward hers to whisper gently before she kissed him, “I trust you, Johnny Dow."

  Her hands went down to his waist as she kissed him, pushing his pants down, over his hips, eager to get at him.

  Without separating their lips, he managed to get his pants and jockeys down before wrapping his arm around her waist. Suddenly he stopped.

  "What?” Tabitha ground out in frustration. She wanted his cock inside her pumping away.

  "Not here. Let me take you to your bedroom."

  She growled at him this time. “No. Here. Now.” She grabbed hold of his cock once again, and squeezed tight. “I don't want to wait. I want it now, dammit.” She positioned her body as best she could, moving her entrance to his cock and wiggling h
er hips.

  With a moan, Johnny gave in, and sank himself deep into her depths. He filled her fully. Her tight vagina gave way to him as he pushed his way in. Oh, God. It felt so good. He felt so good.

  Once he was completely inside, they stayed there for a moment, savoring the feel. And then he started moving. Tabitha grabbed hold of his broad shoulders and held on as he pumped into her. Each thrust of his cock seemed to touch her deep within, dragging forth sensations of an intensity she hadn't ever felt with a man before. He drove her quickly to the edge, pumping, fucking her on her kitchen counter.

  "Oh, God, Johnny, I'm gonna come."

  In response, he fucked her harder and faster, pulling her tighter against him as he rammed himself into her. With one final thrust, Tabitha exploded in ecstasy with another scream, followed by his moan as he filled her with his cum.

  * * * *

  Tabitha woke up to the sound of the telephone ringing in her ear. Reaching for it blindly, she encountered something in her bed. Quickly opening her eyes, the night before came back to her in waves.

  They'd had sex in the kitchen, and then again in the bed. Twice. Oh, God, what had she done?

  "Hello?” Her voice was groggy from sleep, and hoarse from all the screaming she remembered doing as Johnny made love to her all night.

  "Tab? You okay?” Carol's voice came over the line sounding worried.

  Tabitha cleared her throat. “No. I'm fine. I was just still asleep."

  At the tug on her hand, Tabitha looked down to see Johnny watching her with a satisfied smile. He started to kiss his way up her arm, working his way toward her neck. She tried to tug away from him, but he wasn't letting her go.

  "I'm sorry, Carol, what did you say?” Shit, she'd not even heard a word her sister had muttered. Johnny had her complete attention. Dimly she heard him chuckle as he continued his foray up her body.

  "I said that Esther had to leave early for a family thing, so can you just come get me when you're ready to hit Philly?"

  "Philly?” Tabitha was finding it incredibly hard to concentrate. Johnny had reached the curve of her neck and was nibbling on her and rubbing her back. Her body fought to respond as her mind fought to control it.

  "Tab. Our date to hit the city? We were doing some shopping? Did you forget?” Carol's voice became sly. “Are you alone?"

  "What! Of course I'm alone. What makes you think that?” Tabitha started swatting at Johnny's hands, trying to get him to stop, but he snickered and kept going.

  "Nothing.” Now her voice was sing-songy, and she seemed to be laughing at her older sister. “Just give me a call whenever you're ready to come get me. I'll be ready."

  "Okay, call you in a bit. Love ya."

  "Love ya.” Carol laughed after their usual goodbye before Tabitha heard the click of the disconnect.

  "Stop it!” She slapped at Johnny again as she put the phone down.

  "I don't want to. You taste too good."

  "Johnny, stop. I need to go get Carol. I need to take a shower. We have plans today.” She managed to pull herself out of his grasp and out of the bed. Reaching for her robe that lay over a chair she turned and looked at him.

  Her body responded to the sight of him on her bed. He looked so gorgeous against her white sheets, lying there like a god. A very sexy, excited god. His brown eyes twinkled at her as her pussy moistened in memory of what they had done all night. And in anticipation of more.

  "I need to take a shower. And you need to leave.” She forced herself to ignore her body's clamoring for her to jump back into bed with him and ride him like a cowboy. Again.

  His seductive smile grew as he moved toward her, practically crawling over the mattress. He reached for her and tugged her toward him by the straps of her belt.

  "Okay. You go run and take your shower. But first, a price."

  Her heart picked up. The sheet had wrapped itself around his waist and was hanging there precariously as he knelt on his knees. “What price?"

  "A kiss."

  Okay, a kiss. One small kiss, and then she could take her shower and send him home and forget this ever happened.

  She bent down to give him a quick peck on the lips, but found herself caught by his arms as he pulled her toward him, claiming her lips with his. Tabitha's world exploded with that one kiss as she felt her soul come alive and cry for more. She felt complete with him holding her, kissing her, loving her as he had. As he was doing now.

  Forcefully, she pulled away from him, breathing heavily.

  "Please, Johnny.” Her body cried out for more, but she ignored it. She had a sister to finish raising, she couldn't be distracted by this.

  With a sigh and a smile, he lowered his arms. “Okay. We'll continue this another time."

  She turned away as he got out of bed and started to get dressed. She knew if she watched him, she would be on him in a second, and she realized that wasn't possible. Last night had been a mistake. A wonderful, glorious mistake, but a mistake nonetheless.

  When he was dressed again, he put his arms around her to kiss her gently. She sank into the kiss before pulling away.

  "You'd better get going, Johnny. I need to start getting ready."

  He reached for again, but she avoided his arms. He frowned. “When can I see you again?"

  "About that.” Tabitha hugged herself in a defensive gesture as she moved further away.

  "About what?” His voice grew harder.

  "Well, I don't think we should see each other again."

  "Excuse me?” This time there was no mistaking the hardness in his voice.

  "Last night was great fun, but it's not gonna happen again."

  Johnny grabbed her by the arms. “What do you mean it's not gonna happen again? Why not? And don't you dare say it was a mistake."

  Wasn't that just what she had been thinking? Oh, she knew it wasn't really a mistake, but regardless of how wonderful it was, it couldn't happen again.

  "It was a night of fun. That's it. No commitments, no attachments."

  "Tabitha, you cannot tell me that you didn't feel anything last night. That you don't feel anything now."

  Boy was she feeling. Her heart and soul were crying out to her to stop what she was doing. They were screaming that this man was the one for her. He was the one she had waited for her entire life. But she couldn't do it. It wasn't fair.

  "Johnny, I'm sorry. But I need you to go.” She closed her eyes as she told him goodbye, not wanting to see his reaction.

  "This isn't over, Tabitha. You can't get rid of me that easily."

  She heard him stride downstairs and out the front door. As she heard the door click shut, she broke out into tears.

  * * * *

  "Come on, Tab, you promised me."

  Tabitha rolled her eyes at her sister. “I promised you I would let you take me out to lunch, not drag me here. Honey, you're wasting your money on this, none of this stuff is real."

  "You promised me."

  With a sigh Tabitha allowed herself to be dragged into the fortune teller's shop. The décor was surprisingly understated. The main room consisted of a small shop with items for sale that were easily recognizable as New Age, and some that were surprisingly not. Tabitha picked up a Pan figurine that was amazingly well done. Tabitha could almost think he was looking right at her. Putting it down with a smile, she faced the woman coming in from a back room.

  "May I help you?"

  "Yeah, we came in for a reading. For my sister. It's her birthday, and I wanted her to get a reading.” Carol was so excited the words spilled out of her mouth rapidly.

  The older woman looked at Tabitha, almost as if she was sizing Tabitha up. “A birthday present you say?” she asked Carol.

  "Yeah, but she isn't crazy about getting it."

  "Well, then, how about we do this? I will give you one first, and then one for your older sister."

  Carol's face brightened, and then fell. “No, sorry, I only have money enough for one."

  The woman wi
nked at Carol. “Well, since you're willing to spend your hard-earned money on your sister instead of yourself, yours will be free."

  "Really?” Carol's voice climbed a couple of octaves in excitement. “I've never had a reading before."

  "Then this is perfect. I love giving readings to new customers.” She put her arm around Carol as she turned toward the back room. “And this way your sister can see it doesn't hurt at all."

  Carol laughed and asked Tab if she was coming.

  "No, I think I'll stay out here. You get your reading, and then we can head out."

  Carol frowned at her sister, but let herself be led into the back room.

  Tabitha continued to browse the small shop as she waited. Anything to keep her mind off last night and this morning.

  Sending Johnny away had been the hardest thing she had ever done, but she had no choice. There were more important things in her life than fleeting happiness.

  Before too long, Carol and the fortune teller were back, both smiling conspiratorially. Tabitha's eyes narrowed, but when neither of them said anything, she let it go. The woman gestured for Tab to join her in the back room. Tabitha was going to refuse, when she remembered that Carol received a free one on the basis of hers being read. Sighing heavily, she followed the woman back.

  Surprisingly, the room was empty of any garish decoration, with only a few wall hangings and knickknacks strewn about.

  "Please sit down.” The woman gestured to a small round table that was bare of all but a plain tablecloth and a deck of Tarot cards. Tabitha sat and waited for the woman to seat herself opposite.

  "Your sister tells me you are a disbeliever."

  "You could say that."

  "Well, then, how about we do a one card reading? If you are satisfied, then you may come back in the future for a full reading.” The woman's eyes twinkled. “And no charge for either you or your sister this time around."

  What is this woman doing? This is her job, isn't it? Why would she give away free readings?

  "Don't worry, my dear, I have plenty of business. It is my pleasure to do this for the two of you.” She handed the deck to Tabitha. “Please shuffle the deck, and pull out one card, but do not turn it over.” Tabitha did as instructed and then sat back and watched the woman.