It was unholy, it was impossible, insurmountable.
Understandable given what’s going on, her witch brain added.
And this made enough sense to give in to. “Okay, can you just go outside now?” she stumbled out. Because honestly, she didn’t think she could make it to the bathroom. The need to get off was so keen-edged, so intense, that she could barely wait until Seth had gone out. She didn’t even hear the door close, before she shoved her hand down the front of her jeans.
And it took almost nothing. Just the sound of him groaning, loudly, from somewhere outside. While she slid two fingers over her clit, and stroked, once. Just once, and there it was.
A rolling wave of pleasure, even thicker and sweeter than what she’d felt against his thigh. Oh god yeah—this one, this one made her fly. It made her shudder and hold on to the edge of the kitchen table, and partway through she knew she said his name. She heard herself call it out, like it washishands on her. Him working her through the best orgasm of her life. Him doing all the things her mind was full of, now that this sex magic had given her permission to fill it up. Now that he’d given her permission to do so.
It’s okay, she reassured herself,it’s okay.
Then she thought of him coming in her mouth. And in her pussy. And all over her.
And just as she felt the first twinge of shame, she heard him from outside. Saying how much he loved it when he heard her feeling the same.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
She knew he was embarrassed about what she had done. Because after she’d managed to see sense enough to actually make the potion, and they had awkwardly taken it, he told her he was going to go check if the spell that kept the Jerks from finding them was working okay.
Even though both of them knew it was. They had seen the trio through the kitchen window an hour after she’d sprayed Forget Me all over, mystified as to why they suddenly couldn’t find the house. Even when the house was right in front of them.
So it was obvious this was just an excuse to get away. But she didn’t know what to do about it. The only thing that occurred to her was to apologize.Sorry that I really loudly and enthusiastically got off while thinking about you, she imagined herself writing in a card. But where she could buy such a card she had no idea. She felt pretty sure that Hallmark didn’t have an “I Didn’t Mean to Enjoy the Thought of You Coming on My Tits” line. And even if they did, she couldn’t imagine that the gesture would make things better.
Doubly so, when she realized midway through a conversation with Nancy, that something was off. “I just wanted to come over and apologize for the other day,” Nancy said, as Cassie ushered her into the kitchen. Then she added, “You know, about all that stuff Marley was saying concerning you and Seth.”
And as soon as Cassie heard his name, there it was: a heavy pulse starting up between her legs. Like she had a second heart down there, and those four letters had jolted it back into action. Now it was hammering away again, and there was nothing Cassie could do about it.She just had to sit across from her new friend, trying not to let on that she was aroused over the very man she was trying to say meant nothing to her.
“I was just helping him out with something,” Cassie explained, and tried not to let it show on her face that the help in question was letting him jerk off on her front porch. And she felt she did so admirably, too.
Nancy nodded and sipped her tea.
From a mug that had grown hands, which Nancy couldn’t see.
It’s very strange watching someone who can’t register magic, the microwave said over Nancy’s shoulder. And Cassie had to agree. Because it was all around her, and Nancy didn’t seem aware of a single thing. She couldn’t even see Pod—as if the mere idea of a raccoon sipping tea was far too much for reality to withstand.
And that was cool.
But it was also sad, somehow. It was another secret Cassie had to keep, from someone so kind and sweet. When even the first secret was too tough for her to really manage. “I promise, Seth and I are barely even friends,” she said, and just as Nancy was giving her a relieved look—like all that mattered to her was that Seth couldn’t do her any damage—Seth burst into the kitchen.
And oh god, he couldn’t have looked less like her friend if he’d tried.
His chest was heaving, his eyes were flashing, he was for some inexplicable reason windswept. There was a tear in his shirt, big enough that you could see his chest through it. And the first thing he did when he appeared in the archway was gasp her name. As if he’d just stormed off the cover of a romance novel titledClaiming the Woman Who Just Said We Were Only Friends.
And Nancy clearly agreed.
She actually dribbled a bit of tea down her chin.
Cassie handed her a napkin, while trying to tell Seth to calm down with her eyes.If only we could understand all this nonsense as well as we can everything else about each other, she thought, as he looked back and forth between the two women, utterly confused.Though he seemed to get it enough to avoid blurting out that the potion hadn’t worked.
Because clearly, obviously, this was the case.
She went from one to eighty million on the horniness scale the moment she laid eyes on him. And he seemed to be in exactly the same state. He had to grab a book from the table and hold it in front of his groin, so Nancy didn’t get an eyeful.
While Cassie did her best to come up with a plausible explanation for all of this.
“He’s been working on the roof,” she found herself saying.
Then almost collapsed with relief when Seth followed her lead.
