Crescent Bound (55 page)

“
Listen to me Alyssa, this is a serious thing you face and y
ou have to decide
right
now, okay?
”

I nod at him wondering what grim decision he
’
s talking about.  Accepting my dream seer as part of me or not racing the
Shelby
tomorrow.
I have never seen such concern on his face.  He cradles my face in his hands and leans in, gazing in my eyes.

“
You must choose, eit
her in the rain or in the house,
”
he says as he
shifts us both just outside of the garage.  A
roguish
smile breaks across his face. 
“
Cause you
’
r
e
too sexy in a wet T-shirt for me to resist.
”
  He gives a hint of a growl which turns into a laugh as he grabs me up and I wrap my legs around him while we kiss in the rain.  I playfully hit him on the shoulder once we
’
re done
kissing
.

“
You scared me, getting all serious.
”
  I smile jokingly.  He shifts into the garage and takes off his shirt dropping it to the floor and shifts out of my sight.  Immediately I shift after him dropping my wet shirt on top of his.  The last of his essence I sense is just on the other side of my car, so I shift there.  I glance curiously around me, but he is nowhere to be found.  The clash of the thunder startles me and then Marc shifts right in front of me, completely soaked.  Avidly I begin to run my fingers through his drenched hair.  He leans down pressing his body
against mine, kissing me
enticingly.

I
’
m b
iting my lower
lip;
a
s he beckons me to come to him
while
the i
lluminating lightening crashes just outside, flooding the garage with
a flash of
light for a moment.  I catch a glimpse of his wet, half naked body standing next to the glossy black Mustang.  In that moment all I can think of is that
he is the sexiest thing I have ever seen
.  Thunder roars through the saturated air and
I clutch
my arms
firmly around him
.  In a blink he shifts us onto the hood of the car. I
’
m to the point now that I don
’
t really care where
he takes me.

I lay back on the hood of the car arching
myself as
his mouth lavishes seductively around each sensitive, aching nipple as he gazes at me with each kiss.  I arch my breast towards his mouth and he comes so teasingly close.  His fingers glide over my thighs and trace around my hips.  The faintest touch of his is purely insatiable madness.  My soft moans become
more progressive
the more he teases. I want his rapacity to consume
me;
I ache for that impatiently, anticipating his next luring movement from his mouth dancing lightly over me. 

He waits until my yearning for him grows.  My heart races recklessly as he continues without mercy, knowing his actions fray my last limit
s
of control.  To his relinquishment I suck in a deep breath from that electrifying pleasure.  His eyes lock with mine as he goes l
ower.  My body is tightly wound
;
I am nothing
but
a mass of
passion
,
energy,
lust and desire.  I want him,
I
need him.  Moan
s
escape my lips even more.
I can barely contain any control
over
my desires.  He can, as if he is a master of skillful
seduction;
he kisses my inner thigh, teasing so closely, but never touching me. 

My mind unravels as I writhe
with intensity which grows
with
each afflicting second.  I guess
that
hearing my longing moans is what he wants more
of;
his eyes are more alluri
ngly darker
with a hint of temptation. The rain pounds down relentlessly as my roaming hands run along the windshield of my car, trying to find something to hang onto, as his teasing starts to consume.  His tongue reaches out and gently slides in and stays there while I gasp in short moans of air.

“
I need to feel you now
,
”
I whisper desperately.

“
Soon,
”
He
breathes
back.

H
e takes great pleasure in giving me the attention I so crave.  His tongue and lips play with my bare skin, his teeth nip
ping
at me.  I lay in expectanc
e
of his hunger.  His lips slide between my thighs again teasing deeper this time.  He comes so close to giving me the fulfillment
from
his touch, but just as I moan out
, and begin to peak
, he holds back.  My burn
ing for him is overtaking me.
He stands as thunder rolls, I think my heart will pound out of my chest and I am on fire down below.  He stands between my shaking legs with his own hun
ger building behind his eyes
.  I feel th
e heat from him before I feel the
tip touch me, parting me, feeling him moving in.  He rocks back and forth so slightly and yet I moan lustily.  I try locking my legs behind him and pulling him in deeper, but he is extremely tenacious. 

He enters me another inch and begins thrusting more, never giving me all of him.  His rhythm is more than I can take.  My body has been building its energy for this since I saw him standing by the car.  My mind is alive with waves of pleasure as it continues rising. 

Deeper now, his body is hard. My breathing erupts as panting while his is deep and strong.  Wanting all of him I feel his body tense.  I arch my back as I moan out when he enters me completely, my entire body comes alive. The total and undeniable rapture takes me under in an ocean of ecstasy. 
I have n
o control, gripping
Marc
’
s
shoulders tightly and thrusting against him
, pulling
him deeper inside me. His torrent floods through him and I feel all of him as he explodes. 

Waves of pleasure pound me just as the rain descends even harder from the obscuring night sky. The thunder and lightening echo off in the distance and I can do no more tha
n just hold on to him and softly
moan through my serenity.   

He throbs inside me as his body begins to relax.  I wrap my body around him as tight as I can and hold on, not ever wanting to move again.  Perfection is what this is right now.  I will never think of another thunderstorm the same way again.

Chapter 35

In the morning I’m
awakened
by Marc
’
s cell, reaching over I recognize the number.
“
Morning, Dad.
”
  Marc is in the shower already so I can take a message for him.

“
Hey Alyssa, I want to see if Marc is ready to help me load up the cars
.
”
H
is voice sounds eager, my dad has only a few loves in life and racing is one of them.

I tell him
,
“
I think Marc will be ready soon and I
’
ll catch up with you as soon as I
’
m done with my protection spell and finish packing my bag
.”

My dad laughs,
“
One bag right?
  We are not going on an extended trip. You know
it
’
s
not one bag per day, okay?
”
and hangs up before I have a chance to get him back for th
e
comment. 

Marc walks out of the bathroom with nothing on, I have to tell myself,
down girl
, we were together just a few hours ago and here I am again getting all hot and bothered by him.  What the hell
, am
I in heat?  I laugh and glance over at
Marc;
he has th
is
wicked grin on his face.

I roll over, propping up on an elbow. 
“
Dad is on his way to pick you up
so you can
help with loading the cars.  Don
’
t forget the
Windex;
someone mysteriously put hand prints all over my windshield.
”

That quickly erases the sensual grin
, but
it
’
s
replaced with one of
complete satisfaction.  He
start
s
getting dressed which helps my blood pressure.  I lay here watching him, observing his muscular body move with
ease;
finally he turns around and runs a hand through his golden, spiky hair and smiles at me.

“
Do you want me to undress for you and give you more of a show?  Since I started out naked, consider this first half a reverse strip tease.
”
  I give a soft laugh and wrap the sheet around me. 
I
’
m m
oving as sinfully as I can to him, rubbing my body next to his.

“
No, the truck is already here to pick up the Shelby
,
”
I reply,
dropping him a wi
nk as he glances at me
with a hint of surprise and shifts over to the window see
ing
the semi-truck with
“
Worthington Raceway
”
along the side of the trailer.
He l
ook
s
at me
confused
.

“
So, do you have ESP
now
?
”
  I
give him
a crooke
d grin, as I s
hak
e
my head
while
moving
a
finger to my ear.

“
I can hear better than the norm.
”
  He shifts over and
kisses me.  Once we are
able to break apart, and an air-like touch from his fingers glides across my lips.

“
I
’
ll see you
later;
call me
if anything changes, okay,
”
he tel
ls me then he shifts downstairs, I soon
hear the backdoor shut and the semi leave.

I shower and start preparing everything for my protection spell when I hear my cell going off.  It
’
s Lisa and I assume she
’
s calling to see when
we
’
re going
to leave.

Her tone says otherwise
,
“
Hey, remember that guy I was telling you about with Megan?
”

I slide o
n my tra
shed styled jeans,
“
Yeah
…why?
”

Tension
is
in her tone
now.
“
Well, he is at Megan
’
s house right now and won
’
t leave.
”
She hesitates briefly,
“
Alyssa, I think we need to do the mind sweep spell on this one.
”
 

I sigh out,
“
Are you kidding me, right now? C
an she not keep her pants on, I mean, damn.
”
  I hear a car pull up
in
the driveway.

“
I
’
m glad
you
’
re
taking this so well, when will you learn to bottle all that up until
we see Megan
, oh, and I
’
m here.
”

“
Let me grab a shirt and my bag and I
’
ll be down.
”
  I hit end on my cell and
reach into my closest an
d
put
out the first thing I can.  It
’
s a plain white shirt
.  W
ait
, it has words on it.  I don
’
t buy shirts with words on it, oh great,
and
it says,
“
Save a broom, Ride a W
itch
”
in bold black letters.  I don
’
t believe I have ever owned a shirt
quite
like this
before,
and then I start looking at my other shirts.