WILLEM (The Witches of Wimberley Book 1) (23 page)

Destiny giggled loudly, but stopped abruptly when the lights went down. “See ya.”

She walked away quickly pulling her little pink bag and looking cute as a little girl could be.

Turning my attention to matters at hand, I lowered my voice and said to Cairn, “Good luck, man.”

“Same to you,” he replied. “Here goes nothing.”

As Cairn and his prize came together in front of their bell, book, and candle, they were two indistinct figures obscured by hooded robes and could have been anyone. The spotlights on the two tables were prominent with all the other lights dimmed.

Guests had left their tables and drawn close to the center forming a tight, crowded circle.

Fortunately, they left enough space so that I could witness the proceedings. A female official in a robe that matched the couple’s stood on the other side of the table and instructed them to sign their names on the first page of the book. Her hood was back so that I could see she was an attractive fiftyish woman.

Surprisingly enough, they were each asked to repeat only one vow.

“For a year and a day, we vow to cleave only unto each other, honor our community, and keep its secrets buried deep in our hearts.”

Deli took the candle snuffer and put out the flame. Cairn rang the bell.

I jumped a little when everyone broke into cheering and applause. It was such a contrast to the quiet and solemnity of the ritual, but at least I knew what to expect.

The couple removed their robes. He wore a suit similar in color to the one I was wearing, but the cut was slightly different. She wore a white cocktail dress that fell to just shy of her knees. If appearances counted for anything, they’d be solid because there was no doubt they were a beautiful couple. Judging by the way they looked at each other, they also believed they were halfway in love.

They left the ballroom with people cheering until they were out of sight.

“Your turn,” Raider said from behind, giving me a slight nudge to the back. Slight in Raider’s terms meant that I lurched forward.

Funny how you think of strange things at strange times. It was in that moment that I realized that I
wasn’t
hot under all those clothes. Huh. Since I wasn’t prepared to put stock in the notion of magically vented robes, I concluded that they probably planted a hypnotic suggestion that my body would control its temperature.

I walked forward, the hood either covering my face or leaving it in shadow. When Ravish reached my side, she took my hands in both of hers. I didn’t need to hear her voice to know that the robed figure in front of me was my prize. I was already so in tune with her energy that I knew she was mine by touch.

We signed the book and repeated the vow just as the first couple had. It was at that point when madness ensued.

It would appear that one of the little girls, wandering around the house because that was more fun than the party, had discovered Glory’s cat in his carrier in its usual dark and cozy spot under the kitchen island between cupboards. Naturally, the child opened the carrier and released the cat.

Just as naturally, the cat trotted toward the ballroom to appease his curiosity and see what was going on. He entered the room unseen, saw the crowd and took a turn toward the open door and adjoining room, where the kids’ tables were set. That’s when he smelled it. Dog.

Glory had not neutered her cat. So he met the indignation of canine on his premises with all the considerable indignation a tomcat would muster.

Destiny had left her bag underneath the table at her spot in the kids’ room to join the crowd. When Izzy smelled cat, he stuck his nose through the zipper opening to get a better look at what was happening. When the beagle’s head popped out of the bag, the cat was infuriated to learn that he’d been confined while a dog had stowed away with a guest and been brought into his house. He arched his back and let out a long, malicious hiss.

That act of aggression was simply too much for poor Izzy. Without the ability to exercise self-restraint, he immediately shifted into a black bear, simultaneously obliterating the once-cute pink bag, and answering the cat’s hiss with a roar that could be heard for miles.

I heard someone near us ask, “What was that?” just before the crowd parted before the black bear like the Red Sea.

Understanding the smarter part of valor, Rambo ran straight for us with the bear in pursuit. Pulling Ravish well out of the path of Izzy’s alter ego, I watched as the cat jumped up to the first couple’s table then leapt to ours, knocking the candle over, which put it out. The bear followed close behind, stepping on the table cover which dumped everything on the floor, ringing the bell in the process. He was followed by Destiny, yelling at Izzy to stop.

I pushed my hood back then did the same for Ravish. “The candle’s been snuffed and the bell has been rung. So far as I’m concerned, it’s a done deal.”

Rave laughed then shimmied out of her robe revealing a white, low cut, beaded version of what it takes to gobsmack a fella like me.

Following her lead, I got out of the robe and draped it over the nearest chair. “Let’s get out of here,” I whispered in her ear taking her hand and pulling her toward the door.

She nodded enthusiastically. “The car’s out front.”

“I’ll drive.” We ran toward the front door, hand in hand, until I stopped us. “Hold on. The ceremony has to be sealed with a kiss.”

In the hallway between Kellan’s study and the ‘morning room’, I pushed Rave against the wall and proceeded to let her kiss me stupid. I knew it was dumb because my hard-on was bigger than the pants, but that’s what zippers are for.

As soon as I was behind the Boxster’s steering wheel, I said, “There’s nobody at our house tonight, right?” She nodded. “Okay, then.” I unzipped to give my cock room to breathe. I never would have guessed the sight of my engorged penis would be such a turn on for Rave. She stared like she’d never seen male parts before.

“Rave. You alright?”

“You know the way home?” she asked.

“Yeah. I think so.”

“Drive.”

I hit the accelerator but almost wrecked us when she bent over and took the head of my cock in her mouth. I wasn’t sure if I’d just gone to heaven because Ravish was giving me a partial blowjob or if I’d gone to hell because I had to concentrate on driving.

“Rave. Goddamnit. Can you wait?”

She let my dick go with a pop. “You started it.”

So that’s how it was going to be. “Just till we get home. Just wait until we get home. Then I’m all yours.”

“Promise?” She licked her lips which, again, almost had me running off the road.

“Promise. Stay on your side of the car for one more minute. Then I will fuck you into next Tuesday.”

She treated me to her fabulous whore’s laugh and made me even harder. “Holding you to that.”

I didn’t want to bother with the garage so I parked right in front. When the car stopped, she rushed out of the passenger side and up the steps to the porch before I could even turn off the ignition.

Running in after her I started to lock the front door.

“There’s no need,” she said. “No one can come in without my permission, but if it makes you feel better, go ahead turn the lock.”

My hand went from the lock to her waist. If she wanted me to trust her on this, then that’s what she was going to get. I pulled her in tight, my lips targeting hers like a heat-seeking missile, but she ducked away.

“Let’s go upstairs. I don’t want the first time to be on the floor, or the stairs, or against a wall.”

“Okay,” I panted, trying to stuff my dick back into my pants. “You’ve got a one minute head start.”

I heard a tiny shriek of delight before she kicked off her high heels and ran for the stairs. Every impulse to chase was ignited by watching her run away, but I hung back for the full minute promised and used the time to undo my tie and the top button of my shirt.

Not knowing if she could hear me, I sang, “Time’s up.”

I pulled a pink rose out of the arrangement in the foyer and began to climb the stairs slowly. At the top of the stairs, I sang, “Almost there. Ready or not.”

When I stepped inside the master suite, I could see candlelight flickering in the master bedroom. Wow. She’d been busy.

The master bedroom was indeed outfitted with what might have been a hundred white candles. It was, well, magical. But not nearly as magical as the sight of Ravish. She was standing on top of the mattress, hair let down around her shoulders, wearing nothing but a white sheet modestly wrapped around her body in the style of ancient Mesopotamians. I mentioned that I liked social studies in school, right?

I licked my lips, wanting nothing more than to grab the sheet and fall on her like a crazed animal. Apparently she liked what she saw on my face because she smiled with distinct approval. I stalked toward the bed, handed her the pink rose, and pulled her forward toward the edge of the mattress.

“Rave,” I said. A hundred thoughts swirled through my mind, but the only thing that came out of my mouth was her name.

Perched on the mattress she had a height advantage of about twelve inches. She bent her head and kissed me tenderly. When she pulled back, I urged her to loosen her hold on the sheet. The fact that she resisted made me smile and made the experience of tugging on the sheet excruciatingly delicious.

“Let me see, Ravish,” I said. And that was when I learned that I hold a strange power over my prize. I could see by the look on her face that she would do anything I demanded.

The knowledge that I held that power was potent enough to give me an erection that was porn-worthy. But that was nothing compared to what I felt when I pulled the sheet away from her body.

Some women might be surprised to know that men have fantasies, too. We imagine that there is one female in all creation, someone we’ve never seen, who is simply perfection in every possible way. Seeing Rave standing before me naked for the first time was exactly how dumb shepherds must have felt when Venus appeared to them in the altogether.

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” That was the best I could manage as I stared at her breasts.

She smiled seductively as she began unbuttoning my shirt the rest of the way. I ran my hands down her sides, memorizing her body as I reveled in the touch of velvet skin.

I’ll never know where the question came from, but I heard myself ask, “Am I yours?”

She grinned and nipped at my earlobe. “Let’s see.”

All of a sudden I was anxious about what she might think of me. I mean, I knew I had it going on, but I needed Rave to think she’d won her own prize.

She stepped off the end of the bed, shoved my suit coat off my shoulders, pulled the unbuttoned shirt free, and let it drop on the floor by the coat.

She ran her hands over my bare chest and flicked her tongue at my left nipple. I almost came right then.

The belt buckle was too close to the evidence of my arousal and I was beginning to think there could be a significant danger of being as excitable as a fourteen-year-old.

Mother of God.

I did not want to embarrass myself in front of my prize on our first turn around the block. I pulled her hands away thinking that I might calm down a little if I took off my boots. I sat down on the end of the bed. Seeing what I was doing, Rave grasped one boot and tugged. When it came free, it made her tits jiggle in the most delightful way. That did
not
help me calm down. She repeated the process for the other boot with me watching her breasts like they were going to deliver breaking news.

“Stand up,” she said.

My eyes jerked to hers and locked there as I obeyed her command. She tugged my belt buckle free then pushed my pants and boxers down to my ankles. As she rose, I stepped out of the discarded clothes. She hesitated midrise when she was eye level with my cock. As she returned to a standing position she grabbed for me, enclosing as much as she could in her soft hand. When she gave it a squeeze, I gasped.

I wanted to throw her onto the bed behind her, but was temporarily paralyzed with pleasure. All I could manage was to say, “Kiss me.”

You have to understand that Ravish’s kisses are not just kisses. Each one is a drug that induces a more heightened state of horniness. The second she released my cock, I pushed her backward onto the bed.