Gone With the Witch (9 page)

"The big guy had been asleep for ages, but he woke up
the day you asked if 'I was
tr
ading King's old chandelier for
a jock s
tr
ap."

"Nah.
You were attracted to my sister back then. Admit
it. The big guy's been primed since you met Harmony"

"I did think Harmony was hot, but I didn't catch fire until I met you. There's no comparison."

Storm started the slow torture of unzipping his tux
trousers while Aiden toed off his shoes, tossing them aside
like flip-flops when they probably cost a fortune. She
hooked a finger on each side of his pants at the waistband, gave a tug, and they landed at his feet.

He wasted no time in stepping out of them.

Storm about came as his boner tented his silver silk
briefs. She opened her purse. "Get on the bed, McCloud.
I have plans for you."

"Please," he begged. "No verbal stimulation. I can barely handle the sight of you in that merry make-me
come thing. Talk about killer eye candy. Another word and
I'll turn into an active volcano and erupt without you."

She tossed a handful of colored condoms across him
and the bed like confetti.

"Storm," Aiden said, "sometime between now and
naked, we need to have a
talk."

She straightened. "Are you kidding me?"

Chapter Twelve

CAUGHT up in shock, the both of them—her at his
words, and him at her actions—Aiden didn't realize she'd cuffed one of his ankles to a bedpost until she cuffed the second one. "Fuzzy purple handcuffs," he said. "I so want to find out why. But listen, Storm, there's something you

should
know"

She came for a wrist, but he pulled it from her reach and

sat
up.

"C'mere, Stud Muffin. Snapdragon wants to play."

"Wait," he said. "We need to
talk."

"Why for the sake of my sanity would I want to
talk

now
?"

"Because if we talk later, after I'm cuffed, 'I won't be

able
to keep you from leaving."

"I'm not the wanderer, here, Scruffleupagus, sweetie.

You are. I won't
ru
n. Though you'll probably wish 'I had"

"Storm, listen."

"I'm listening," she said, cuffing one of his wrists, to his
surp
ri
se.

"Will you cut that—
"

His words went
th
e
way of his good sense, he realized, when she made a production, or a seduction, out of climbing over him, hands and breasts everywhere, one breast in
his mouth, praise be, for one gloriously long minute, while
she played with his erection through his boxers, a rod-
raising, erotic exploit that could end their sex life before it began.

He tried to remember what he was supposed to tell her. Why he wanted her to stop when he never wanted her to stop.

"Wanna take this big boy out to play?" she suggested. "Does he have a name, by the way?"

"I never named him, but someone else did."

"Oh, yeah?
What'd she call him?"

"It's a stupid name."

"Try
me."

"Mr. Majestic."

Storm chuckled. "Was she drunk at the time?”

“I resent that."

"I'll call him Mage for short. It's a good nickname. It means wizard or magick."

"Hold that thought," Aiden said, remembering, unfortunately, what they needed to talk about. Effin' A. "Storm, you might wonder why we've never—"

She raised a quieting hand. "I wasn't ready, either. No explanation necessary."

"Damn it, Cartwright, will you listen to me?"

"No" Snap! On went
th
e
fourth pair of cuffs. Aiden
tested their strength and appreciated
th
e
fuzzy fact that they
wouldn't scratch his bedposts—small problem compared
to the real issue here, but his sanity called for some form
of compensation. "Fine, I'm shackled to the bed
. '
I can do kinky," he said. "Boy, can I. Let me tell you about
th
e
kinkiest—"

"Save it for when we need it, Ace. Any chance you've changed your mind about us going to look for your crying baby together?"

Her question surprised him. He'd hoped, for the sake of
their sex life, that she had a longer attention span than that.
"Stop being a nutcase
. '
I already said no."

"Your call."
She took his tailcoat from the closet
an
d
slipped it on over her merry insanity maker.

"We can talk later," she said leaving
th
e
room, him spread-eagle on the bed, his rod pointed toward
heaven ..
.
awaiting
... a miracle?

The light went on in
th
e
kitchen. Then it went off, and something rumbled.
The engine?
Nah.
She'd killed that.

"Hold on to your shackles," his seductress yelled, and Aiden felt the barely noticeable motion of his motor coach
rolling down
th
e
road. "I want to get laid," he shouted.
"I've got a boner
th
e
size of
Texas
, here!"

"It'll go down," she shouted back.

"It would if I could reach it!"

"Hey! Don't go turning me on. And stop yelling at me!"
she yelled. "My PMS didn't get cured, so I'm cranky.
Don't
piss
me off!"

"What
th
e
hell are you doing? How'd you get my dead engine going?"

"Dragon's blood, you're slow on
th
e
uptake when
your man brain's doing the thinking. I'm abducting you, McCloud. I didn't kill your engine. I'm not that strong. I only stopped it."

"What the?
Holy— I've got a flying cat in here.
Wha'd'ya know, it bounces ... off walls, ceilings.
Off me.
Hey, your cat just ran over my face!
Ouch, my nuts!"

Aiden heard a soft click and looked toward the intercom
beside his headboard. "Sorry. I didn't know you had an intercom," Storm said. "He's only a kitten. He can't weigh much. I'll rub your nuts later. Warlock hates to ride; he's motion phobic, according to
th
e
vet. He'll settle down."

"Ouch. Son of a— Do something!"

"I did. I brought his cat carrier, but you gave it to
Morgan "

Aiden swore beneath his breath. "You planned this!”

“
There you go," she said. "Man brain lets real brain take
over."

"Have you lost your mind?"

"No," Storm said logically. "You've lost your baby"

"I don't have a baby. I
have ...
a supersized boner
and ... bruised balls."

"Shrinking, is it?"

"Storm?"

"Yes."

"Your cat bounced up, but it didn't come down." Aiden looked toward the ceiling.

"Where'd he go?" she asked.

"Uh, he's hanging from the rotating ceiling fan, riding
around in slow circles. I think he likes it up there. He
seems to be calming down."

Aiden heard the intercom go off and realized he was
calming, too ... probably because he'd gotten a reprieve.
He wouldn't have to do any explaining until they were
ready to do the deed. "Storm?" he yelled, and the intercom
clicked on again.

"You called?"

"Oomph."
The cat landed on his chest. "What makes
you think 'I won't turn the coach around the minute you unshackle me?"

"I have my ways"

Had she purred? Oh no, that was her cat getting very close to sitting on his face. "Your cat landed."

"Glad to hear it. Is he relaxing?"

"Imafrddssso."

"Speak up. Your voice is muffled"

"Ctnnmffface."

Storm chuckled. "I'm beginning to get the picture.”

“Humph."

"I know you won't turn us around, because you want to
get laid," she said. "And after you do, you'll want to do me
again. I promise. Are you tired? 'I could tell you a bedtime story about a naughty triplet and the man she shackled to the
bed."

Please no,
he thought.
It'd be so embarrassing coming that way.
He sneezed and dislodged his fuzzy face mask.

The brat in the driver's seat chuckled.

"I'd like to get my hands on you right now," he said.
"That's why I'm staying where 'I am"

"I'm so damned mad, I could—"
Come
my brains out screwing my kidnapper,
he thought.
For about a week.
Maybe three.
How sick was he? "When you unshackle me,
I'll beat you,
then
I'll screw you."

"Did you say eat me then screw me?"

"Good idea," Aiden said.

chapter
Thirteen

IT seemed to Aiden that he didn't have a hell of a lot of choices here. The minute she set him free, he would be
forced to put the shackles on her and take her back to Salem,
though he still didn't trust the engine, and he needed to get it looked at.

Furious as he was at her ploy to abduct him, he was
proud of her determination to seek what she believed was
her psychic destiny. Frankly, if he ever did have a kid who
needed to be found, he'd want Storm on his team.

He was screwed up but not fucked up, and both
problems were her fault.

He hated to ignore the obvious promise of wicked wildebeest sex, but he wanted it now, damn it.

Not
gonna happen.

"Storm, unshackle me, and I'll ride shotgun."

"I car
ry
the weapons this trip, thanks."

"Come on, I'm all cramped up in here."

"It's called a boner. Besides, I don't trust you. You'll car
ry
me back to the bedroom, have your wicked way with
me—which I'll let you
do,
weak and hot as 'I am—then
you'll drive us home."

Aiden got the message. He did have some leverage.
"You want me to have my wicked way with you?"

"
Am I still breathing? Hell yes, but that's beside the
point, and you know it, which is exactly why you're staying
where you are." She clicked off the intercom.