Witching Hour (16 page)

“Maybe. But if you so much as glance at me the wrong way tonight, I’ll personally handcuff you to Brandon’s car. And it won’t involve any of the images running through your head right now.”

“Are you sure? ‘Cause I have quite the imagination.”

Her seductive tone had Cal scraping his chair back as he stood in front of her, only pausing a moment before scooping her off of her seat. “I think you can be my distraction now.”

“But—”

“The only
butt
in this scenario is yours…over my lap.”

Cal strode across the floor, kicking the adjoining door shut with his foot as he moved over to the bed, placing her on her feet just long enough to remove her clothes, tossing them on a nearby chair. He didn’t take his time, the end result more pressing than watching her body slowly emerge from beneath the cotton and denim fabrics.

“Now be a good girl and stand still while I undress.”

Her eyes glassed over at the command in his voice, but he didn’t miss the slight curious raise of her brow. While she obviously enjoyed his dominance, she was letting him know she was following because it made her happy. Not just because he’d ordered her to.

She’d get a few extra spanks for that.

The thought made him grin as he shucked his pants and yanked his shirt over his head, the garments joining hers on the chair. Then he sat on the edge of the bed, legs slightly parted as he tapped one thigh. “Come here, sweetheart.”

She waited just long enough he thought he’d have to repeat himself before taking the two steps separating them and placing her hand in his. He held her stare, keeping his expression neutral as he tugged her closer. The sudden movement unbalanced her, and he caught her by the waist when she tumbled against him. The momentum allowed him to pivot her and stretch her across his lap, shuffling her forward until her breasts hung over his left thigh, placing her ass center stage. Jordan inhaled as if she hadn’t really believed he’d put her over his lap then settled, the sweet scent of her arousal wafting around them.

He hummed, smoothing his hands along her buttocks, making gentle swirls on her skin. “Damn, I love your ass. So firm and curvy. I could touch you all day like this.”

“You could’ve touched it without bending me over your lap.”

Cal tsked at her. “Such sass.” He landed a light slap with the palm of his hand. “I think it’s about time I dealt with it.”

“Cal…”

Her voice morphed into a guttural moan when he tapped her butt four more times in quick succession, a slight sting burning his hand. He paused for a moment, waiting to judge her reaction. While he loved dabbling in role-play, he didn’t want to do anything she didn’t enjoy.

He caressed her ass again. “So damn pretty. Now open your legs and let me see if you’re wet.”

Her breath caught then she glanced back at him. “And if I don’t?”

He growled, repeating the slaps to her buttocks, adding another four for good measure. Her flushed skin shone in the fading sunlight when he stopped, admiring his handiwork. “Now it’s a pretty shade of pink. Shall we try this again? Open your legs.”

Her rapid breathing grazed his legs as she complied, easing her legs apart. He slid his hand along her crease, dipping his fingers between her legs and along the slick cleft of her pussy, dipping inside her sex when warm cream greeted his fingers.

He groaned. “Damn. You’re dripping. I’m starting to think this really isn’t punishment for sassing me. Or for scaring me last night.”

“I didn’t mean to…”

He made another four passes, this time with his other fingers pumping her channel. Jordan squirmed on his lap, crying out when he moved his hand up to pinch her clit. Her raw moan made his cock jump in his lap, and he knew he couldn’t deny her the need he felt mirrored in his chest.

“Easy, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need.”

He moved his fingers back to her sex, plunging inside her as his other hand flicked across her nub, giving her just the right amount of pressure to build her up, slowly. Until he knew she’d shatter into a thousand pieces when she finally came. Jordan’s breath panted across his leg, the raspy sound peaking his cock until he thought he’d come just from her pleasure.

“God, right there. Yes.”

The words hissed through her teeth, the last syllable stretching out as her body tensed, her muscles flexing against his. Her back arched, her voice keening into a garbled wail as she jerked once then broke, trembling on his lap as her pussy contracted around his fingers. He kept moving, drawing it out, making her writhe until her strength seemed to wane, and she collapsed across his legs, hands touching the floor, her legs limp.

Cal eased his hands away, smiling at her whispered whimper as he scooped his arms under her, gently flipping her over. Her head fell against his chest, the warm rustle of her breath giving him a sense of peace he’d never felt before. He closed his eyes, savoring the feel of her skin on his as her fingers brushed along his ribs, making lazy circles across his flesh.

“I don’t think I’ve ever witnessed anything as hot as when you shatter around me. You’re so beautiful.”

She smiled against his chest, snuggling her head against him. “I love watching you give yourself to me, too. Which reminds me.” She pushed back a bit. “You still owe me my turn.”

He opened his mouth to protest, more than content to feel her come again around his cock, when she placed a finger over his lips.

“I can tie you to the bed if you’re not going to behave.”

The image made him chuckle. They both knew she’d never be able to bind him without his full participation.

He trailed his finger along her jaw. “Can’t have that. You might decide to leave me there. Though I think tying you up next time has some definite merits.”

She shook her head, slipping out of his arms and between his thighs. He couldn’t stop from threading his fingers through her hair as she settled on her knees, holding the thick mass back as she leaned in and blew a heated breath across his shaft. It jerked in response, rising stiffly toward his abdomen before descending, bobbing within reach of her mouth. She didn’t wait for him to make a move. Instead, she closed the distance between them, licking the head of his cock before sealing her lips around it and taking it deep to the back of her throat. Liquid heat seared his flesh, straining his muscles as he tilted his head back, feeling every inch of her mouth caress his shaft as she set up a slow rhythm, the easy pace designed to build him up without sending him over.

He clenched his jaw, breathing through the fire shooting down his spine and into his sac. “Wench. You’re teasing me on purpose.”

She paused with the head rimmed in her mouth, staring up at him, holding his gaze as she did an agonizingly slow slide down his shaft. His cock flared against her throat, threatening to spill into her mouth. But before the sensations overloaded his control, she released enough pressure to ease his climax as she retreated, scraping her teeth lightly along his length.

He tightened his hold on her hair, reminding himself not to tug too hard. “Fuck. Sweetheart. You’re too damn good at this.”

He panted out his breath, fighting not to thrust, only to lose the battle when she swallowed with him fully inside her mouth. He bowed his head, knowing he’d be disappointed at his loss of control, but too damn lost to care. His hips pumped forward, pistoning his cock back and forth between her lips. She opened her mouth slightly wider, allowing him to set the pace. He cupped her head, careful not to make her gag as he increased his speed, giving in to the tingling sensation burning along his shaft.

“Damn. I’m going to come. If you want me to come inside you instead, you’d best decide now.”

She shook her head, wedging a finger in beside his cock, wetting it down before moving it between his legs. She pushed against the bed in order to reach his ass, teasing his hole with the tip of her finger. He stilled, the sensation overloading his senses. But before he could form any words she inched it deeper, grazing over his prostrate.

“Fuck! Jordan.”

He came, hips bucking as his shaft pulsed over and over, purging his fluid from his body. She kept moving her finger, drawing the sensations out, making his entire body tremble. Black dots flickered across his vision when she finally eased her finger out, sucking down the length of his cock again before releasing him, dropping a kiss on the tip.

He focused on breathing, determined not to pass out when she rose to her feet, gathering him against her body. She snuggled his head into her chest as she wrapped her arms around his back, the steady beat of her heart ringing in his ear. The sound soothed the rawness clawing at his consciousness. Everything fell away except the feel of her skin against his and the calming rhythm of her pulse.

He managed to raise his arms and circle them around her, holding on with the intention of never letting go. He’d been a fool for years. He wouldn’t make the same mistake again. Not ever. Not if he had to tear that house down stone by stone and personally take their ghost across the veil. No sacrifice was too great if it meant Jordan would be safe.

The thoughts swam in his head, merging into a singular determination to finally end the witch’s terror so he could spend the next fifty years showing Jordan how much he loved her. How lucky he was that she’d waited for him to come to his senses, even if it hadn’t been a conscious decision on her part. Though he smiled at the thought that perhaps on some level, it had. That she’d known he was the one who’d fill the emptiness left in their hearts since Dave had died. That he wouldn’t leave her alone.

Jordan raked her fingers through his hair, humming a soft tune as she stood there, seemingly content to simply hold him. The melody twigged something in the back of his mind, but it faded as he inhaled, drinking in the familiar scent of floral soap with a hint of musk.

Her muscles flexed as she chuckled. “I’m going to assume that you won’t fight me the next time I want to give you a blowjob.”

“Hell no. I’ve never experienced anything like that wicked mouth of yours. Sweetheart, you’re…damn. You’re amazing.”

“I’m not the only one with a wicked mouth.”

He grinned, snagging her waist and dragging her back onto the bed with him. She moved easily into his arms, her head a gentle weight on his chest. He didn’t speak, just held her close, waiting for his pulse to steady when his phone sounded in the other room.

Jordan laughed. “That’s probably Brandon.”

“Show the man a ghost and suddenly he’s your new partner. But at least he’ll save us from getting arrested.”

“You know he’ll keep texting if you don’t answer him. Besides, we need to stock up. We should go ready for anything. My supplies are low. Yours, too.”

“You do realize that just a few moments ago, I damn near died in your hands, right?”

“It was more in my mouth, but…” She laughed when he tapped her ass. “Okay, five more minutes. But then you call Brandon, we shower and we get ready. ‘Cause I’ve had enough of this bitch trying to kill me.”

“Make it ten, and you’re on.”

Chapter Eleven

Jordan sat in the back of Brandon’s car, staring at the Winslow farm as they bumped up the gravel road, the distant moon already above the horizon. Patches of clouds passed in front of the large disk, casting a patchwork of shadows across the ground. She glanced at the seat beside her, her gaze settling on the smooth leather cover. The intermittent light illuminated the ornate W, making it appear larger than before. She looked away. Now wasn’t the time to let her imagination get the better of her. They only had ten minutes to go before the clock turned over, and the witching hour began.

A shiver ran down her spine. She rarely ran into situations that unnerved her. Not like this. Not when she wasn’t certain she wouldn’t try to kill herself once the witch appeared. Or worse.

That’s what really scared her. That the ghost would gain control and make her hurt someone else. Cal. She knew he’d do anything to keep her safe. Take any risk if her life depended on it. It’d taken her ten years to find her way back to him. She couldn’t lose him now. Not to the same spirit that’d taken her brother.

Anger bled through the uncertainty. She’d be damned if she’d let some three-hundred-year-old bitch take someone else she loved. Especially when it wasn’t just Cal’s life on the line. Though neither of them had voiced it, they both knew this involved Dave. If the witch had tied his spirit to her, then he’d never find peace as long as she haunted that house.

“Hey. You okay?”

She jumped, snapping her head up. Cal was staring at her, concern etched in the crease of his brow. She glanced out the window, the Winslow farm glaring at her. Shit. While retreating into her thoughts, she hadn’t realized they’d arrived and that the car had stopped.

She gave Cal what she hoped was a reassuring smile. “Yes. Sorry. I was just thinking.”

“That there’s more at stake here than just stopping a single ghost? I just wish you weren’t right. Or that you weren’t one of the possible collateral damages.” He gave her a stern look. “Remember what I said. So much as a weird glance and I’m cuffing you to whatever’s handy.” He reached between the seats and cupped her jaw. “I’m not losing you.”

She kissed his palm. “Me, either.”

He pulled his lips tight for a moment, studying her as if he needed to memorize every detail before giving her a curt nod and cracking open the door. A chime sounded before Brandon followed suit, turning off the car and climbing into the darkness. Jordan took a deep breath, grabbed the book and stepped out, breathing in the fresh, night air. Smoke still lingered in the breeze along with the sweet smell of pine trees. Cal moved around to the trunk, retrieving a large bag. He muttered to himself as he sorted through the supplies, handing some to Brandon.

The man shook his head, pocketing bags of salt and bottles of holy water, all the while looking as if he might change his mind and run at any given second. “Are you sure we shouldn’t wait until your brothers can join us?”