Something Wicked (9 page)

CHAPTER ELEVEN

I noticed two things when I woke up. The raging headache was
the most obvious. Until I rolled over and smashed into a very real, very warm
body. Upon impact, an arm belonging to said body flopped over my chest, pinning
me to the bed. As I tried to wriggle out from under it, I realized that I was
nearly naked under the sheet, just my bra and underwear kept me somewhat
modest. But before total mortification could set in, my knee began to throb.

"What the fuck," I said out loud, glancing at the
person beside me and recoiling in horror when I realized who it was.
"Finn!"

He opened his eyes half way and gave me a sleepy smile.
"Hey."

"Hey," I squeaked out, my breath caught in my
chest. Did Finn and I? Oh, God. Oh, no. And I didn't remember any of it?

His arm felt like a vice. "You feel okay?"

"Not really," I whispered, trying to keep my
breathing even.

"Knee bugging you?" he asked sleepily.

"My knee?" I repeated stupidly. It throbbed but I
was afraid to move the blanket so I could see why.

"Yeah, the stitches," Finn sounded slightly more
awake. He rolled towards me and propped himself up on his right side, left arm
still slung over me.

"Stitches?" I asked.

Finn raised an eyebrow. "You don't remember, do
you?"

I pulled the sheet tighter against my body and shook my
head, kicking off a whole new level of pain. Finn reached over the side of the
bed and handed me a water bottle, snickering as he did it. He was enjoying this
way too much. Raising myself up slightly I sipped at the room temperature
liquid, trying to cobble together the events of last night.

I remembered being at Huskies with Danny and dancing with
him. I remembered moving closer to him and deciding to call up the spell. I
remember his hands all over me. I remembered...

"You sucker punched Danny!"

Finn made a face. "It wasn't a sucker punch."

"Well, you punched him."

"Good thing I did, too, don't you think?" He asked
before taking the water from me and helping himself to a sip.

"Yeah I guess," I said, wincing. My pride felt as
sore as my head. "Did you happen to see Tara before we left?"

"Tara?" Finn shrugged. "That's the bottle
blond sorority girl, right? I remember she screamed when I punched him."

"Was she with anyone?" I asked.

"You mean her shadow, that girl that's always following
her around? What's her name?"

"Melinda."

"Yeah, her? She was there."

"A guy though. What about a guy?"

Finn looked pensive for a minute then shook his head.
"Nope, there was no guy."

"Dammit," I swore under my breath. I don't know
what I expected though. It wasn't like anything really happened between Danny
and me. But I did feel myself conjure something during the dirty dance. While I
didn't expect Tara to end up in bed with the guy last night, I thought maybe
the spell trigged
something
.

"Why? You trying to hook her up with someone?"
Finn stretched and sat up. The sheet dropped below his waist. I swallowed,
trying not to stare at his sculpted chest and six-pack abs; trying not to
imagine what lurked under my sheets. While I tried, blood rushed from my head,
past my stomach and straight into my groin. My sex tingled at the proximity of
Finn's body to mine.

Guess I wasn't trying hard enough.

"What time is it?" I whispered, pushing my dirty
thoughts away.

"Six in the morning."

I started to get up. "Crap, I've got to get to
campus..."

Finn touched my shoulder, shooting electricity down my arm.
"It's Saturday, Iz. You're at the magic shop today, and you don't open
until 11."

I settled back into my pillows, relieved that I didn't have
to face the world with this hangover. Finn's hand remained lightly on my
shoulder.

"Finn," I started, finally meeting his coco brown
eyes. "Why are you in bed with me?"

He laughed softly and gave my shoulder a squeeze. "Because
you were being such a baby about your knee."

"What's up with my knee?"

"You've got 13 stitches in it. You don't remember any
of it?" He asked. I shook my head. "Well, you may want to avoid the
ER for a few months, until they forget about you."

I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

"It's cool, I think the resident thought you were cute.
You could have a doctor in your future."

My heart sank at his words, surprising me. My body wanted
Finn, sure. But I never thought about having a future with him. So his talking
about my future with some forgotten doctor shouldn't smart like this. I chewed
on my lower lip.

"So we didn't..." I asked, averting my eyes from
him.

"Wait, you thought we did something last night? You and
me."

I nodded, turning my face towards the door. It burned red
from embarrassment.

"Did you want something to happen between us?" he
asked. I felt him shift closer to me.

"I just," I whispered. "I think need your
help."

"Okay," his voice low, his breath soft on my ear.
"What do you need?"

"You'll think I'm crazy," I started. "It has
to do with the witchy stuff."

"What's the witchy stuff?"

He lifted my hair and I felt his mouth brush along the back
of my neck. I pressed my legs together.

"Never mind," my voice soft because I could barely
breath. "Just forget I said anything."

"No, Izzy," he whispered. "I want to help.
Just ask."

"We need to have sex," I buried my face in the
pillow.

"Are you coming on to me?" he teased, prying me
away from the pillow.

"No," I croaked out. "Not really. It's just
something I need to do."

"Tell me," he didn't let up.

I took a breath, closed my eyes, and tossed the witchy
equivalent of a Hail Mary. "You know that I am having an issue with Tara
and that love potion?"

At Finn's silence I rolled over slightly to get a look at
him. He was nodding. A small smile replaced his normal brooding expression.
Feeling slightly more confident, I plowed forward.

"Well, the potion can't fail. It just can't. I
inherited all my Grandmother's debts, and believe me, they were significant. So
if Tara's not happy, the sorority work dries up. The store makes the bulk of
the money around Halloween, and the Greek life is a big part of that. If I
don't deliver before then, I'm screwed."

"What are your options?" Finn asked.

"Options? There are no options. I mean, I'm picking up
extra cleaning shifts, but they're commercial cleaning work and I don't know if
I can keep up that pace. I guess I can drop my classes, but I only take two as
it is. I don't have enough room for another boarder. I know you don't really believe
in this magic stuff, but my only option is to make that damn spell work."

"Do you know how?"

"I think so," I said, the knot in my stomach
tightening.

"So, how?"

"Well, I found this book, this old spell book. I'm not
sure who it belongs to, it just appeared on the front porch, and it's a form of
magic I've never practiced before but it's supposed to be really powerful. It
talks about finding my telos, which I can't. Without someone else."

Finn shrugged. "Great, give it a try."

"Well, I did, by myself. But I think I need a
partner."

"Another witch?"

"I don't know if it needs to be another witch. Just a
partner."

"Amanda won't help?"

"I don't think this is something I could do with
her," I giggled nervously. "I mean, she's my best friend. It would be
weird."

"So you need
my
help?"

"I think so," I whispered, wishing the bed would
just swallow me up. "But I don't want us to be weird either."

"Why would it be weird? I'm not your best friend."

"I know, it's just you live here. I live here," I
stammered. Holy crap this was hard. No wonder I never make the first move.

"Izzy, just tell me what you want," he was losing
patience.

"I want you to have sex with me," I mumbled.

"What? I didn't catch that."

"Sex. With me. I need us to have sex," I stated
loud and clear before shoving my face into my pillow.

"Okay," Finn responded.

I paused for a moment. Did he really just say, ok?

I lifted my head and turned to face him. "Really? And
no strings."

"No strings? You sure about that?"

He dropped his head down and kissed me gently on the mouth.
His lips were soft, applying only the slightest pressure. I closed my eyes and
moaned slightly as he teased my mouth open with his tongue and slowly explored
my mouth. Then, he slowly pulled away.

"Before we do this," he said. "I need to ask
you something."

"Ok," I was a little breathless from the kiss.

"Why me?"

I paused for a minute. Do I tell him about Diana's Pool?

"I'm not really sure. I tried by myself and it didn't
work. I thought Danny would trigger something, but it didn't. I figured maybe I
should give it a try with someone I know better."

"Really?" He looked skeptical.

"Well, I mean, yeah, I think. Maybe."

"Can't hurt, right?" he replied, dipping his head
towards me and pressing his mouth on mine again. This time, he was more
forceful, more urgent. His hand slipped under the sheet and traced a light
circle on my bare stomach. It felt like sparks jumped out of his fingertips as
they danced over my skin.

"Can't hurt," I mumbled as we both came up for
air.

"So, what do we do?" he asked, snaking his hand
around to my breast, massaging it gently over my bra.

My nipples responded immediately, aching to feel his rough
fingers without the cloth barrier between us. "I'm not sure. I've never
done this before."

I sounded like such a novice. So, I back peddled. "I
mean, I've done
this
. Yes, this I
have
done! Absolutely.
Definitely, once." I broke into a nervous laugh. Not exactly sexy.

"You've just never tried to do this and magic at the
same time?"

My response was lost in a moan. He slid his hands under my
back and expertly unhooked my bra. My breasts spilled out, and I rolled on top
of him straddling his body with my legs. I wince when my knee hit the bed, and
readjusting slightly to compensate for the stitches. My body was shaking
slightly from both the hangover and the intensity of what was happening between
us. I felt his rock hard cock strain against his boxer shorts, and I ground my
sex into him. He took my breasts in both hands, and ran his tongue over one
nipple while rubbing the other. With him still working my breasts, I swear I
almost came just from the pressure of his shaft against my slit.

"I want to fuck you, Isadora," he whispered then
blew lightly across my wet nipple. "I want to feel you surround me."

My eyes rolled back. I was so damn close to orgasm and we
were only at second base. All I could do was moan in reply.

Although we were clad only in our underwear, there were too
many layers of clothing between us. I lowered my body onto Finn's, sighing
deeply when my soft breasts hit his muscular chest, a new wave of sensations
enveloping my body. Leaning on my forearms, I lifted my pelvis up and he
slipped my panties down over my ass. They left a wet streak along my thighs as
I shimmied out of them.

"You are so wet," he groaned, dipping a finger
inside of me then using his slippery finger to rub my clit. I reached down
between us, and slid my hand into his boxers, gripping his erection firmly. I
moved my hand up and down his shaft, and his breath followed the rhythm I made
with my hand.

"Wait," he said, his finger paused on my clitoris
like it was a button.

"I don't want to wait!" I said through gritted
teeth.

"Don't you need to focus on your spell," he
continued, applying just the slightest amount of pressure onto that sweet spot.

"It's a little hard to focus on anything right
now," I choked out, feeling the muscles in my pussy contract. I ached for
him to fill me.

"You need to," he insisted, now slowly moving his
finger in a circle while applying even more pressure. "I won't let you
come if you are not focusing on the spell."

He moved his mouth back to my nipple and grazed it with his
teeth. I gasped, squeezing his cock harder, trying to keep myself under
control.

Slowly, he removed his hand from my pussy. I stopped moving,
feeling suddenly cold and vulnerable, with my naked body on top of his. He
reached to my bedside table and picked up a quartz crystal, rubbing it with my
juices before handing it to me.

"Focus on this," he said, returning his hand and
his focus back to pleasuring me. "Your telos, it's in here. Send your
energy there, let the crystal absorb it."

I nodded, the pleasure returning to me in waves as he
crooked first one finger and then a second, into me. I pressed my hand that
held the crystal into his free hand, pinning it against the bed to steady
myself as he massaged my G-spot and my clit at the same time. My body was a
pressure cooker and I moaned in anticipation of release. With my focus on the
love spell, I bared down against his fingers, rocking against my nub faster.
Just when I didn't think I could take it anymore, a huge wave of pleasure slammed
into me, and I cried out before falling on top him, completely spent.