Three Hot Wishes (Fantasy Come to Life - Magic in the Real World Novel) (24 page)

Sloane

"What if I were to use this?" I asked impishly, picking up the vibrator and boldly tugging my panties down to expose my wet pussy.

Was this even me? The mask made me bold, but Angel's voice and the way my body was clearly having an effect on him were even more of an aphrodisiac. I'd probably never be this confident again, but damn it, I was going to enjoy it while it lasted.

I heard him groan on the other end of the line as his eyes fell open the wet, ready flesh I'd just revealed to him.

"My God in Heaven," he said, "you are gorgeous."

I turned the vibrator on with a flick of my thumb and lowered it slowly to my body, letting the very thought of what I was about to share with him rev me up just as much as-

The soft tip of the vibrator buzzed along my clit, surprising me with the intensity of pleasure it brought, making me bring my knees up toward my chest, my legs coming off the bed in a moment of pure list.

I moaned into the phone, making that long, warm sound tell Angel everything he needed to know about how badly I wanted to share this with him.

All doubts were gone. All uncertainties had vanished. All I could think about now was giving us both a show that brought us to a crashing end together.

"Is this what you want?" I asked breathlessly, letting the vibrator tease us both.

The only answer he gave me was a sexy groan. I pictured him there, in some expensive chair with the lights down low, a big, bright screen revealing my body to him in minute, mouthwatering detail. He'd be naked, and his thick, erect cock would be in his hand as he did what he couldn't help but do.

I arched my back and lost myself to the moment. I didn't feel my hands anymore, or the buzz of the vibrator.

No, Angel was there now, at least in my mind. His touch was what was lighting me up like an inferno. His mouth was on my pussy, his hands pressing my thighs wider, begging for access to my entrance as his broad tongue brought me closer and closer to an end I craved more than I knew how to admit.

There wasn't any web cam. I was no longer putting on a show.

I was giving myself to him, and taking from him what I needed.

And I needed so much...

I ran my hands down his body, grabbing at his muscled form, dragging him higher. When I felt the bump of his thick cock against my wet pussy, I angled my hips and hissed in wordless pleasure as the tip of him parted my lips.

"More," I begged to an empty room. "I need more of you."

In my mind, Angel did exactly as I asked, pumping his powerful hips forward. I bucked beneath him as I felt his thickness open me up to him.

His hands were on my breasts, and I felt his mouth on my neck, his tongue against my hot flesh as he sunk his cock deep.

I came, my ass coming up off the bed and my thighs quivering in ecstasy. I felt him plunge into me, and I moaned like a whore as he fucked me hard.

An instant later, I realized the phone was still pressed to my ear. I could hear Angel on the other end, and I couldn't help but smile when it became obvious what he was doing.

Crash!

I heard him swear, followed by a few bangs.

"Is... Is everything okay?" I panted, out of breath.

"Sloane?" His voice sounded like it was really far away, and in a second I heard him again, this time much closer. "Sloane?"

"I'm here."

"Shit!" he said. "Sorry about that..."

"Everything okay?" I asked, suddenly worried.

"Yeah," he said, though his voice sounded sheepish. "You just made me drop the phone, is all..."

I laughed. "Really?"

"Yep..."

I was quiet for a couple of seconds. I really wanted to know, but asking was so embarrassing.

Just ask, girl, I told myself. It isn't halfway as bad as what you just did for him, and you sure seemed to like that!

"Angel?"

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry... I just need to know. It's stupid, probably, and saying the words out loud may ruin things, but then again I always end up ruining things, so I guess this is really nothing new..."

"Ask me, Sloane," he said, cutting off my thoughts, getting me back on track.

"Did you cum for me?

"Yes."

I lay my head back on the bed, truly happy for the first time in a very long time.

"Sloane?"

"Yes?"

"My turn to ask something."

"Go ahead," I said. In that moment, I would have answered honestly to just about anything he asked.

"Do you want more than this?"

I sat up, taking off my mask and laying it beside me before looking into the web cam. I wanted him to see my sincerity.

"Yes!"

Angel

"I'm fighting this guy, tomorrow," I blurted out. "Will you come watch?"

No answer. Only silence. I could see her on the screen still, until she realized that I the moment was gone and reached out with one hand, shutting the lid of her laptop.

At least she was still on the line with me.

Or was she?

"Hello?" I asked.

"I'm still here," she said. "Just trying to work out if you said what I think you said..."

Right. Because I'd worded it like an idiot, like some twelve year old who was excited about having lined up a fight after school. "It's not like that," I said. "I'm a boxer. I don't know if I told you that last night. I mean, I don't remember any of what I told you last night in the Jag. I guess I must have said I lived at the Ritz."

"You did," Sloane said. "Actually, you said the Ritz was 'your bitch' and that 'they owed you big time for gracing them with your presence'. You're a real charmer when you're three sheets to the wind, you know."

"Sorry about that." I cleared my throat and tried again, taking the opportunity to step back into my pants. "I've had a match set up for a couple of weeks. Tomorrow night I fight a guy the bookies say I'll probably lose to. I was hoping that you'd show up, maybe be my good luck charm."

"I don't know," she said, and I could hear the distaste in her voice. "Fighting isn't really my thing."

"Not fighting," I said, trying to convince her. "Boxing."

"Is there really that big of a difference?" she asked.

"Hell yeah. I'm not just some thug. My actions last night aside, I've trained hard for this. I've got a manager and everything, and if I win a couple more fights there's a chance I may be headed for the big time."

I could tell she was thinking it over, so I pushed a little harder.

"Come on, Sloane. You of all people should know how hard it is out there. You work your ass off just like I do, and the only chance we have is that we're in the right place at the right time. What we do nobody really gets but us. Hell, I bet you most people would turn up their nose at a girl who tells them she wants to be a ballerina. They'd think you were wasting your life, even if they smiled at your face and offered you some fake encouragement."

"True," she admitted. "You can tell they don't think it's a dream worth following."

I nodded, even though I was only on the phone with her. "Exactly. But I kind of need you to come with me, I think. I don't know, I've just got this superstitious streak, and it's telling me that I'm going to get my ass kicked tomorrow night if you don't show up."

"That's convenient," she told me, even though I could hear a lightness to her voice that made me smile. "Your superstition sounds a lot like emotional blackmail, to me."

"Maybe."

Again she was quiet, and I gave it one last shot. I knew if I pushed too hard or said the wrong thing, it would be over.

"Sloane, I just met you. I gave you my number and you called it. I don't know where you live but you obviously know where I'm staying. I've given you everything I can. I know I ruined your job, but I've worked my ass off to try and make that up to you. I don't want you to have to strut your stuff for some faceless guys on the Internet, and I don't want you to have to do something even worse. I'm trying to make it up to you. You can choose never to call me and never to see me and I may never be able to track you down. But I hope you show up. I really do..."

I could tell she was letting my little speech sink in, and my world ground to a halt a little while I waited for her decision.

"Give me the address," she said at last, "and I'll see what I can do."

"Really?" I was surprised. I'd meant everything I said, but that didn't mean that I'd thought a girl like her would give a guy like me a chance. Sure, I'd just paid her a thousand bucks for an incredible show, but part of me wouldn't stop reminding me that she'd probably just felt obligated.

I gave her the address.

"Thanks," I said to her. "For everything.

She laughed. "Are you honestly thanking me for a web cam show?"

"I guess. I was more hoping you really will turn up tomorrow night, though."

"I'll be there," she said, her voice like silk in my ear just before she hung up. "I promise."

Sloane

I told myself I wasn't sure if I'd go to his fight. Boxing was a violent, brutal thing. I had trouble thinking of it as a 'sport'. It was more like watching two animals beat on each other, and the thought of seeing Angel up there like that did nothing for me.

But I owed him. I'd only known him for a couple of days and he'd already saved me twice.

If I didn't start paying him back, I was going to start feeling like I'd be in his debt forever.

Besides, from what I saw of his fights, maybe he wasn't bullshitting me. Maybe he really did need me to critic his form, or whatever.

I guess I knew all along that I'd be going. When I hopped in the taxi and told him the address, he gave me a look through the rear view mirror that pulled me up short.

"You sure about that?"

"Yep."

He huffed out a long, loud sigh through pursed lips and shook his head. "Eleven o'clock at night and you want me to take you to Harlem?" He adjusted the mirror and studied me in it. "No way am I taking you to some drug deal or anything, so if that's the plan you may as well hop your ass out right now."

I gave him a reassuring smile. "Nothing like that. There's a boxing match there. I know one of the guys fighting."

He let out a low whistle and whacked the blinker an instant before he pulled the cab out into traffic. "Shit, girl. Ain't no 'boxing match' going down there. Gonna be a blood bath, guaranteed."

My stomach lurched. I'd been worried about that. Naive as I was about this stuff, I'd had trouble convincing myself that a fair, legal, professionally adjudicated version of anything was going to happen in one of the most dangerous parts of the city at this time of night.

Still, Angel would be there. What kind of a person would I be if I ditched him just because things might go a little badly for him?

"I hope you're wrong," I said.

"Me too, for your sake," he answered. "Even if you don't know one of the guys getting into the ring tonight, the shit that'll go down on that at isn't for the faint of heart."

I didn't answer. There wasn't really anything to say, so I just bit my lip and looked out the window as we cut through the heart of New York.

Twenty minutes later the cab pulled up to the address.

At least, that's what he said...

"This is the place?" I asked, trying to work out if I'd somehow gotten the address wrong.

"236," he said, pointing off to his right.

The building he indicated certainly had the correct number painted on the side, but there was no way this was right.

I mean, I'd been expecting the fight to be held in a gym or some sort of mini sporting arena. But this, this was just a-

"Parking garage," the cab driver said. "The owners close at ten, and let the fights happen once the cars are all gone. Off the books, ya see. Unregulated and dangerous."

I nodded, swallowing hard. This wasn't really my element at all, but I was tough. I hadn't gotten where I was in life by always taking the easy way out, and if Angel were in there I'm sure he'd have a few of his guys there too.

He'd have told them to look out for me, so it wasn't like I'd be in there totally on my own.

I paid the driver and got out of the cab, painfully aware that the slinky dress I'd worn was going to be too over the top for what was starting to sound like an illegal street fight in the depths of a parking garage.

As I walked to the address, a couple of guys drifted out of the shadows. One of them was smoking, and the flare of his cigar lit his face. It was Jai, from Frank's bar. What was he doing here?

Was it a trap?

I reached into my purse as casually as I could. There was a can of pepper spray in there, and I'd had to yank it out and threaten guys with it a time or two since I'd moved to New York.

"Easy, Sloane," he said. "I'm here at Angel's request. He's got some seats saved for you, and he wanted me to make sure you found your way to them without any of the crowd thinking you were ripe for the plucking, so to speak."

"Is an escort really necessary?"

Jai shrugged. "I'm just doing what I'm told. Things tend to go better on this end of town if everybody shuts up and follows that example."

I figured that he was right.

Unfortunately, I could probably count the number of times I'd been a good little obedient girl on one hand.

"Thanks for trying to look after me," I told him. But I'm here on my own. If Angel wants somebody who'll hold his hand and pat his back and suck his cock on command, he's not going to like life with me anyway."

Jai looked pained.

I shrugged and walked past him, down the ramp and over to the elevator, the doors of which slid open as soon as I approached. "What level is this thing happening on?" I asked.

"Eight."

I got in and pushed the button for the correct floor.

"What do I tell Angel when he asks if your here?" Jai said, as the doors began to close.

"Tell him I'm not some kid who needs to be told what to do all the time," I said. "But tell him I'm here, just like I promised."