Fairy Flavor (19 page)

they make her dig for it? Did they think she would not find it after twelve years

in this business or was it because she was a woman? It had better not be that,

because that would just piss her off and she would leak the photos to the press.

She took a deep breath to get a hold on her thoughts. “Well, here it is.

Your husband is, in fact, having an affair, but it’s with your yoga instructor. So,

you’re both having an affair with the same man.” The line went dead, and she

burst out in laughter.

Never trust a yoga instructor; then again, maybe she should get his

number, the man must be potent to fuck five times a week. She grinned like a

fool and the phone interrupted her rebellious thoughts. The caller ID made her

sit straight in her seat and she fumbled to open the cell. “Brook?”

“Morrigan?” she squeaked.

“Where the hell have you been? You haven’t called me, and I put out a

missing persons report. Where the fuck are you?”

“Calm down, calm down. I will tell you everything. First of all, I’m

fine, in fact better than fine, I met a man…sort of.”

Morrigan inwardly groaned. Why couldn’t she just become a lesbian?

Brook had the worst taste in men, and she was always stuck kicking him in the

balls to prove that point. “Tell me you didn’t marry this one…” she snorted

and gasped when only silence returned. “Oh baby girl, tell me you didn’t marry

some guy!” Those damn Irish accents were hazardous.

“No.”

“Thank God.” She sighed loudly.

“He’s a fairy.”

“You met a fairy?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I always knew you could pick them, but falling for a gay guy

just tops the cake.” She didn’t know whether to laugh or call the insane asylum

on Brook’s behalf. She started up the car and the badass engine roared to life.

Her baby might look old and rusted, but the entire interior was well taken care

of. “Please, please tell me where you are? If you’re in trouble just say the word,

or are they listening in?” Her hand instinctively went to the gun on her hip.

“He’s not gay, he’s a real fairy. With wings. Listen, I am not in trouble.

I realize this may sound…nutty…”

“It sounds fucking crazy!”

“Please, just…I’m okay and I want you to come visit here so you can

see. I found a good one, his name’s Carrick.”

“Tell me this second where you are, or I’m putting a trace on your ass.”

“The fairy kingdom.”

Oh, dear Lord, her girl had gone mad. “So you get cell reception in the

fucking fairy kingdom.”

“I know you think I’m going nuts, listen head over to my old house.”

“Old? You just moved there.”

“Morrigan, head over there, when you arrive give me a ring on this

cell….”

“It’ll take days. I could get a helicopter from my friend in the army and

we could be kicking down the door in a few…”

“No! It’s so perfect here, I am really happy. Morrigan and I need you to

trust that I’m safe. You’ll see in a few days.”

She only trusted one person on this planet and that was her crazy cousin

on the other end of the line. “Okay. Okay.” Her hand messaged the back of her

neck. “All right, Brook I’ll see you in a few days.”

“I love you.”

“Same here.” She hung up the phone with her stomach sloshing. What

the hell had her cousin gotten into now? She knew damn well it was not that ex

husband of hers. He’d promised never to go near Brook again after Morrigan

had the knife against his disgusting, dishonest, pathetic ball sac.

The client’s husband thankfully stole her thoughts. He opened the door

with a wide grin, checking his dress pants before heading toward his car. The

sucker was even whistling as he pulled away and headed for work. Now, she

had to get a look at this instructor. She grabbed her Nikon with its AF Zoom

Nikkor, set the angle and watched the open door. Sure enough, the guy that

came out was built like a brick with thick, blond hair and smile on his smug

lips.

She snapped a few shots, but her mind was far from this case. This had

to be wrapped up, her stuff packed and head toward God knows where, to

watch her cousin’s back. Morrigan made a mental note to pack a few extra

weapons should the new lover boy turn out to be psycho killer who keeps

women locked in the basement. She hoped it was real, that Brook found a guy

that would treasure her like she deserved, but hope was usually a sweet talking

deceiver. That’s why she liked her customized 9mm. She caressed the sleek

exterior like a lover and settled back into her seat. “It looks like we’re taking a

road trip to a fantasy kingdom.”

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essentially married to her fairy man, a queen, the only human in the world she

loved was going to visit and the bathtub had just filled up. This was perfection.

She eased the robe off her shoulders. Of course, she was naked beneath,

and her body was ready for more scorching, satisfying sex. Apparently,

Carrick’s goal was to keep her undressed all the time. Mission accomplished.

She laughed at the thought and submerged her body beneath the warm,

sudsy surface. Her nipples tightened, her legs parted so the warm water stroked

her pussy lips. Instantly, she felt tranquility. There was no Trolls, no worry

about kids or Valen or Wick or even Carrick. At this particular moment, she

decided to do something for herself and descend into dream oblivion.

It’s funny how dreams can show you so much of yourself. Sometimes

the subconscious can manipulate, and create a perspective she never thought

possible. She stands on a balcony. She is wearing this white dress. Her eyes

are so bright; she has never remembered them so…hopeful. Brook is not

staring at herself but at this perfect clone. Gazing out over the kingdom she is

speechless. o wonder she looks so jovial.

Before her lay a scene she has never considered. Something she has

never thought possible. Kids, little fairies, roam the sky. Sweet girls in

sundress chase fireflies and handsome boys play. They hold sticks in their

hands and battle wildly in the air while shouting for victory and more warriors.

A few smile her way and the boy’s cheeks flush as they wave. She has

never seen a child fairy. They look like cherubs with their plump cheeks and

tiny wings. The sun shines so clearly and not a single cloud smears the sky.

Men and women fill the streets. Some have wings, others without, but all

smiling as they gaze at her.

She must be queen here too, but where do they all come from? She can

see Wick and Thame in the sky. Their swords still in their belts, but they are

smiling. Big grins as they play with two little children that look so much like

them. They have children, kids that bring that light back into their eyes. She

tries to see their mates but cannot find them in the beautiful chaos of the

kingdom.

Keyn flies by with a child in his arms, he swirls as laughter breaks out

from the tiny girl. Whisper is in the shadows but there is someone with him.

She can’t quite see and then the children in the sky take her attention. They

have such grand smiles. They’re so happy Brook actually cries. Slow, sweet

tears slide down her face. Is this it? Is this the future Carrick wants? Is this the
future she will give them?

There is movement beside her, and she turns toward the fairy man in

question. He looks older, tired but distinct laugh lines are around his eyes. She
is silent at the little child in his arms. Baby hands fling wildly, wings puff from
its smooth back and the girl coos. Their child, this is their little girl.

She’s wearing this pink sundress that shows a small birthmark on her

wrist. Brook wants to investigate further, what is that? What does it mean?

Her lips open to ask the question but the words will not form. It feels like her

lips are shut and then the question drifts away as the baby gazes at her.

“Princess Adara is looking for her mommy.”

Adara, what a beautiful name. He kisses her forehead and places the

precious cargo into her arms. This chubby girl is healthy. She is a solid object

that rattles her arms in a happy flurry. A small smile lights up her features.

The child has Carrick’s eyes and her tiny wings show Carrick’s colors.

She peers once more out at the astounding world her subconscious gratefully

shows her and smiles through her joyful tears.

Why is she being shown this? Is this to persuade her to open her heart

to a fairy child from some higher force? Is this what she truly wants for their

future?

She looks at Carrick only to see the waterfall now erupting where he

once stood. She still holds little Adara who feels heavier than she did a

moment ago. A group stands around her, cheers, music disrupts the peace and

the fairies dance merrily. “To Queen Brook!” a voice shouts.

“To the Queen!” another to her left yells.

What has she done? Where have these fairies come from? Carrick is

once again beside her, his arms wrap around them like a warm cocoon.

“Brook?”

A voice calls her in the distance. It’s Carrick, but the figment beside

her hasn’t spoken, he keeps smiling at their baby girl.

“Brook? Sweet, wake up…”

Her eyes opened, and she laughed despite the crying.

“Are you all right?” He knelt beside the tub, his worry evident in his

tone.

“I love you, Carrick.”

He smiled, but it was reserved. “You’re crying...”

“I know…I had a great dream…”

“And it made you cry?” He clasped her hand.

“I’ll have to tell you about it one day.” More tears flowed, and she

hugged him tight. “I love you so much!” She kissed him, her lips found his

open and receptive. Brook wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her

from the bathtub. Water streamed down like the waterfall she loved so much.

What a flawless vision, such an important moment in her favorite place.

“Carrick…take me to our waterfall.”

He stared into her eyes, clearly confused, but spread his wings and did

as she requested. The air was warm as they past the deserted pathways of the

kingdom. She couldn’t care less if someone or something saw their nude

bodies in the sky. There was no joy here, and the desolate feeling the kingdom

now portrayed saddened her.

Her lips found his once more. The lower they descended, the wilder

their embrace became. His body was a furnace as she shifted and managed to

straddle his hips. They landed just as his cock pierced her wet core. Her head

fell back, but she refused to close her eyes.

Inch by wonderful inch, he invaded her body. She placed more kisses

on his flesh over his jawbone, which she could do for hours. Her butterfly

touched traveled down his neck and when she pulled her hips away, his cock

slipped free as he groaned. She wanted to agree with the loss of thick cock, but

she needed to tell him about her decision.

“I wanted to do this here,” she whispered, placed a few tender kisses

along his shoulder. “I want to tell you that my dream was about our child.” His

lust filled eyes refocused on her words. “King Carrick of the fairies…I want to

have a little baby fairy with you…” She couldn’t stop the single tear that

escaped her control. Her emotions were on overload.

She lowered to her knee, he had yet to say anything, and his breath

came in pants. She really hoped it was a good shocked. That dream had made

the most difficult decision of her life for her. She wanted to taste his cock since

she first laid eyes on this mythical man that stole her heart and soul. Now, she

finally got a change to taste this fairy’s flavor.

Her hands landed on his thighs. She squeezed and swore that his cock

thickened. It was a beautiful tanned color; the head retained this angry blush. A

thick vein was on his underside, and she longed to lick until it protruded. His

balls were the perfect size, and tight against his skin. He was just as excited as

she was.

The skin on his head was soft to the touch, her fingertips grazed along

the edge. She ran her fingers along his silky smooth length, his hips motionless

even as she tickled his balls.

Brook leaned closer and licked the tip. His hands fisted, his hips jerked

forward and she decided there was plenty of time later on to tease. In one

swoop, she opened her mouth and swallowed some of his hard flesh. He

gasped.

Her hands continued to play with his balls while her mouth began to

pump. Each time she engulfed his cock, she took it deeper into her throat. Over

and over, she delighted in the raw sounds that left his lips.

By the sixth or so swallow, he whispered her name like a life saving

chant to the Gods. She grinned, took his entire length down her throat, and he

growled. A burst of cum exited his body against her tongue. It was a magmatic

sensation.

The salty, sweet flavor saturated her taste buds. She waited for his