MAYBE IT WAS IMMATURE AShell, but I took extreme pleasure in leaving Elijah’s things on his porch for him to find when he returned home. My only regret was that I didn’t have time to wash the blanket first because my scent was all over that thing. I didn’t want him to know how many times I wrapped myself in that stupid thing while I pined after his sorry ass all frigging week long. On the other hand, I hoped he smelled me on that blanket and got a raging hard-on that never deflated. If I were capable of casting spells, I’d make it so he couldn’t grip his cock and jerk off either.What was I thinking? Spells?Besides, he’d just hump the mattress or something until he came.
I pictured his ass muscles clenching tight as he rocked his hips back and forth seeking pleasure. God, I remember how hard his ass felt when I gripped it to pull him deeper inside me.Dammit, Maegan.Why the hell did I have to start thinking about his thrusting hips?The walls of my vagina clenched in protest ofnotbeing filled by Elijah. I did my best to distract myself with a book, but reading about the main characters having sex only made me want it more.
Fuck, even the sound of his stupid truck rumbling down the road made my nipples tighten and tingle. Damn that man and his magic cock! I should be furious with the way he treated me instead of wanting to ride him like a carnival ride. I learned firsthand that trusting my heart to a player was just as dangerous as riding the tilt-o-whirl operated by some sketchy-looking pervert who kept hitting his flask in between hitting on the ladies.
“Calm your nips,” I said to my aching breasts. “I’m not letting him back inside my house or pussy. He’s one and done. Well, technically one night.”Fuck!He had me talking to myself like a fucking loon. “I might as well just go adopt a house full of cats!”
Lulu barked her displeasure over the idea like she understood what I meant, or perhaps she just responded to my hysteria that was simmering just below the surface. I felt it rise every time I thought about how close we came to finding Thom Renzo’s dead body. The only thing that saved me from giving into that panic right then and there was my desire to see Elijah’s reaction when he saw I had returned his crappy stuff.
I tiptoed and watched him through the crack in the curtains in the dining room. All the lights were turned off and he couldn’t see me, but I had a great view of his front porch that was illuminated by the light next to the door. That sucker was bright enough to light up a third of the street. I waited and waited for him to get out and walk to his porch, but he remained inside his truck. From my vantage point, I could only see the grill of the big monster. What was he doing? Was he thinking about me and wondering how I was doing? Did he want to knock on my door but was too afraid of giving me the wrong impression that he was human?
If I wanted to see inside his truck, all I had to do was look out the living room window, but those curtains were antique lace that offered no cover for me to hide behind. I was about to risk it when I heard the creaking of rusty hinges when he opened the door of his truck.
It’s show time!No, I didn’t think that in a Beetlejuice voice. Okay, maybe.
Elijah strolled to his porch in determined strides. In fact, I’d categorize it as angry, but what the hell did he have to feel mad about? I was the one he fucked over—literally and figuratively! His forward momentum slammed to a halt the second he locked eyes on the items I left for him to find. I had hoped to see a fraction of the frustration he made me feel, but all I saw was determination in his expression. He stood rigidly still for a few moments, and my brain conjured up all things I could do to ease the tension from his muscles.
I saw his mouth moving, but couldn’t read his lips. An ornery smile slowly spread across his face then he pivoted and walked back down the porch steps. I thought he had moved with a purpose before, but that was nothing compared to the way his legs gobbled up the distance from his porch to mine. Even though he was out of sight after a few strides, I knew his destination was my front porch.
“Open up, Freckles,” Elijah said as he pounded on the door hard enough to make it rattle in the frame. He didn’t sound angry though; he sounded… horny.
Yes,my body cried out. I shook so hard from anticipation that I practically vibrated through the house instead of walked.
“I know you’re awake. I saw your bedroom light on! Open up this door before I—”
I yanked the door open before he could finish what he was going to say. “Huff and puff and blow it down?” I asked sassily, finishing for him. His pulse pounded wildly in his neck, matching the tempo of my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. “What the hell is your problem?”
“I got something for you to blow.”
“You wish,” I retorted.
Elijah’s eyes lowered to my unbound breasts and stayed there. He wasn’t the least bit ashamed that he was staring at my girls. Okay, so the nips were saluting his soldier, but that didn’t make it right. What woman doesn’t whip off her bra as soon as she comes home for the night? It wasn’t some part of a grand scheme to lure that jackass back into my bed.I’d settle for a wall-banging.
I crossed my arms beneath my chest, but that only plumped them up more for him. Elijah’s delighted smile should’ve pissed me off because I was not the kind of girl who opened her doors and legs for a guy at whim. What an asshole! Who did he think he was…Oh, fucking forget it.I grabbed his scarf and pulled him into my house and shut the door.
He outweighed me by a good hundred pounds, or more, so I wouldn’t have budged him if he didn’t really want to come inside. And I saw just how badly he wanted tocome insidewhen his hungry eyes finally jerked up from my boobs to meet my gaze. Elijah placed his hands on my waist and began walking me further into the house.
I placed both my hands against his chest to halt our progress. “I just need to know one thing first,” I told him.
“What is it, Freckles?” he asked hesitantly.
“Your ring size,” I said then dramatically rolled my eyes when he widened his in alarm. “Relax, big guy. I’m not after your last name or inheritance; I’m only interested in your cock.”And balls, hands, and mouth.
“Words that every man wants to hear as long as you’re not holding a knife in your hand.”
“Are you married?” I asked. “Or even separated? I can’t be with you if either apply to your circumstances. We had that one night together then you freaked out and disappeared.”
“I didn’t freak out,” Elijah denied. “I… okay maybe a little, but I am not married or even separated. I don’t have a girlfriend tucked away someplace. I went to the cabin I inherited from my grandfather to do some thinking.”
Thinking? More like hiding.I wanted to know what hethoughtabout while there, butI didn’t press him. I had told him I needed to know one thing and he answered my question without hesitation and even volunteered extra information. Elijah looked me straight on and didn’t so much as blink as he waited for me to make up my mind about what I wanted to do next. He was giving me all the control and it went straight to my head. I whipped my shirt off and tossed it to the floor because there really wasn’t much of a decision to make.
Elijah swallowed hard and I could see how difficult it was for him to keep his eyes locked on mine when he really wanted to feast them on my breasts. The good thing about the cold weather is how firm it made them feel. I reached up and cupped them, daring him to look away. I brushed my thumbs over sensitive nipples, relishing the feel of them hardening even more, as I started walking backward again. Elijah didn’t follow immediately and I worried that I needed to practice my come-and-get-it expression in the mirror before I attempted it a second time.
Turned out that I had nothing to worry about because he closed the gap between us in one stride. Elijah snaked his arm out to hook around my waist and hauled me tight against him while he cupped a breast with his free hand.
“I’ll take it from here, Freckles.” Then he bent me backward over his arm that held me up and laved one eager peak before turning to its twin. “Damn, your tits are pretty and perfect. I’ve missed your eager cunt too.”
Jesus! Since when did I ever let a man talk to me like that? Why was it so fucking hot? What was it about this man that made me excuse his crude treatment? I should’ve slapped his face but decided I’d rather ride it instead.
