Charmed Spirits (15 page)

“True,”
he mumbled around her breast. He pulled back and rubbed her pussy through her
jeans. Fuck, she was hot, ready. “Maybe we should fuck it out of our systems.
You know, just to be sure.”

“I like
that idea. But, first, I want to do something for you.”

He
raised an eyebrow as she took off his shirt. “Oh, really?”

“Uh-huh.”
She knelt before him and undid his jeans. She lowered them past his ass then
off completely. He sidestepped them so he only stood in his boxer briefs.

“Jordan,
you don’t have to—”
Fuck
. She’d pulled him out of his boxers and stroked
him. She raised her head so she gazed directly at him as she licked the head.

Holy.
Shit.

She
lowered her gaze and licked the vein underneath. His body rocked as pleasure
shot through him. He held onto the table with one hand and her ponytail with
the other so he wouldn’t fall.

She
looked up at him again and swallowed him whole. He groaned as she relaxed her
throat muscles and took him deeper. He forced himself not to thrust even though
his balls ached. As if sensing that, she reached up and rolled them in her
hand.

“Jesus,
Jor,” he let out, his voice raspy.

She
hummed, the vibrations shooting through his cock and up his spine. He went
cross-eyed as she took her hand and stroked him in rhythm with her other
movements.

“Baby,
I’m not going to last.”

She
hummed again and continued her delicious torture. He pulled back, and she
pouted.

“Hey,
I wasn’t done.”

“No,
but I would be if you didn’t stop.”

“So?
I wanted a taste.”

He
groaned and tried to not to come. Jordan would be the death of him. “I’m not
that young anymore, baby. I might not have quite the recovery time to make love
to you after that.”

She
pouted but didn’t look all too sad. He bent, gripped her hips, and pulled her
to a standing position. She gasped as he took off her pants and panties in a
quick movement.

“You’re
getting good at that,” she teased.

“You’ll
just have to let me practice.”

She
rolled her eyes. “I swear your lines are getting worse.”

He
spanked her, and she gasped. “Watch it, babe. I may just have to show you who’s
boss.”

She
narrowed her eyes. “Oh, then you’ll find out that would be me.”

Matt
grinned. “True, but when I’m fucking you, you’ll have a clearer picture.”

“Uh-huh.”

He
gripped her hips and turned her around. She gasped and gripped the edge of the
table.

“Matt…”

“Shh,
baby, I’ll take care of you.” He knelt behind her, and she wiggled. He gave her
a sharp slap on her other cheek, and she moaned. “See? You like that?” His cock
hit his stomach and throbbed, but he wanted to look his fill before he filled
her.

He
placed both hands on her now rosy ass and massaged. She groaned and bent
farther down on the table so her delicious ass was now closer to his face.
Taking that as a hint, he nibbled, licked, and bit down.

“Matt!”

He
licked the spot where he’d bit and spread her cheeks. He lowered his head and
kissed her pussy. She squirmed, and he smiled. He licked and sucked her clit
while forcing her legs to spread wider so he could get a better taste. Fuck,
she tasted amazing—sweet, ripe, Jordan. He licked again, this time spearing her
with his tongue. She shook and called out, but he didn’t stop. Magic sparked
around him, engulfing the room in a soft glow. He nibbled around her clit
before licking her again, and her pussy clenched around his tongue as she screamed
his name. He licked farther up until he reached her little star-shaped hole and
sucked around it.

“Matt?
What are you doing?” she said breathless.

“Mmm,
just tasting.” He gently dipped his tongue inside. She froze then moaned. He
repeated the process a few times, her body shaking, his along with hers.

“Matt,
please, I need you.”

He
moved his hands so they gripped her hips and he stood behind her. “God, I need
you too.”

“Maybe
one day, we can try…” Her whole body blushed, and he almost came on her back.

“Dear
God, yes.”

She
let out a raspy chuckle, her breasts resting on the table. Yeah, he wouldn’t
eat there again and not think about the best thing he’d ever tasted. He positioned
his cock at her entrance and stood still, the tip barely brushing her wet
folds. He gulped, fighting for control. He didn’t want to come as soon as her
pussy was wrapped around him.

She
rotated her hips, her ass in the air, ready. He slowly entered her, her pussy tightening
as he pushed in inch by inch. She groaned, and he echoed her. When he was fully
seated within her, his balls and thighs against her, he bent over her back and
kissed her nape.

“I
love you,” he whispered, unable to hold it in any longer.

Tears
fell down her cheeks. And she swallowed hard. He froze. What if she didn’t feel
the same way? Here he was, deep inside her, professing his love, and she didn’t
speak.

“I
love you too, Matt.”

He
let out a breath, kissed her cheek, and closed his eyes. He pulled out
partially and then slid back in. She moaned, and he did it again, this time
faster…harder. He stood up, gripped her hips, and slammed into her.

“Matt!”

God,
he loved his name on her lips. He pistoned into her, her pussy clenching around
him as his balls tightened. Again, little sparks of magic flew into the air,
filling the space with warmth. He felt her come right before he couldn’t hold
back anymore, and he released inside of her. His dick twitched and throbbed,
his seed warm inside her and around him. He lowered his body over hers, careful
not to let too much of his weight lay on top of her.

“Did
you mean it?” she finally whispered after a few minutes of blessed silence.

“That
I love you?” He pulled out of her, his cock finally softening, and turned her around
so he could look in her eyes. “Of course I meant it. I love you, Jor. I always
have.”

She
nodded, tears running down her cheeks. “Good, because I meant it, too.”

Chapter 11

Jordan
couldn’t believe Halloween was already here. Or rather, for her, All Hallows
Eve. As a witch, she should have loved the holiday. It should have been a time
where she could embrace what she was and could be caught up in the magic of it
all.

But,
in reality, it reminded her of what people thought of her and their attitudes. They
dressed up as hags, and called themselves witches, and threw things at her.

Jordan
didn’t want any of that. She’d rather be at home practicing her magic or just
cuddling with Matt.

She
fixed the pointy hat on top of her head and grinned. With the black dress and
hat, she looked like the very best commercial witch. If she couldn’t beat them,
she’d join them. No matter how much she tried helping after school or during
the art program, she still hadn’t won over the town. She hated the way people
treated her—and continued to treat her, but at least she was taking proactive
steps to change it.

Tonight,
she’d be going with Abby to the children’s’ Halloween play. Abby had put her
whole heart into the event and Jordan would be by her side to make sure
everything went off without a hitch. There was still some tension between her
friend and Tyler, but Abby was smiling through it, and so would Jordan.

When
she’d first come to town, it had been to find herself and clean her
grandmother’s house. Yet, as she started to make friends with Abby and Ali, and
then the Coopers, she found herself thinking of making Holiday her home again.
Could she do it? Ignore the looks and whispers?

Well,
she loved Matt, so she would have to.

She
wanted him therefore she needed to get over herself and stay.

She
could do it.

She
had to.

That
meant she needed to get the town on her side. Easier said than done, but she
could it. All she had to do was laugh at herself and show she could be a contributor
to the community. Though she didn’t have a job, she could at least volunteer
until she found something she loved. She couldn’t be a PR rep anymore, not in
this little town. The only job that could use her experience was that of the
Mayor and there was no way she would do that.

Not
with Prescott running things and scaring the town.

Jordan
stood in her house—no, her grandmother’s house. She had to stop thinking about
it as hers. Because the more she did, the harder it would be to leave. She
already felt a pull with the place, and it freaked her out. She could already
feel the place calling her home. The same way she didn’t want to feel at home
in Matt’s arms.

She
took a shuddering breath. It hurt to think that Matt could already be dead… No,
that wasn’t the case. He was just a part-time spirit. It was odd as hell, almost
as if someone had put a spell on him or dosed him with a potion.

By
whom or how they’d done it… she didn’t know. When she wasn’t cleaning and
polishing the house, she was looking up what she could do to fix things. She
had a few ideas, but short of going balls-to-the-wall and praying something
worked by just experimenting she didn’t know what to do.

“Jordan?
You in here?” Matt’s voice echoed down the hallway, and surprised to find tears
on her cheeks, she quickly wiped them away.

“I’m
here.” Thankfully, her voice didn’t betray her emotional turmoil, and she
walked out of the office and into the living room where Matt stood with a broom
in his hand.

Darn
it. He still looked sexy.

Why
she thought he’d changed in the two hours since she’d seen him was beyond her guess.

Her face
brightened up, and a little part of her melted. The traitorous part. She
finally looked at him and laughed.

“A
flying monkey, really?” He had on fake wings, a partial monkey suit, big ears,
and a cute little red top hat.

He
shrugged, forcing his wings to bob up and down with him. “Hey, you’re my witch,
so I’m your monkey.”

“But
I’m not green this time.”

“Good,
because now I can taste your skin and not the paint.”

She
blushed and laughed. “You ready to get this kiddie play over with?”

He
pulled her into his arms and smiled. “I thought you were excited about it.”

Tension
crept through her shoulders. “Oh, I am. Just worried as well.”

He
frowned and kissed her temple. “I’ll take care of you.”

“You
don’t need to. I need to take care of myself.” She had to.

“Then
I’ll be by your side.”

She
smiled again and they left to go to the play. When they got there, Matt left to
go see Tyler and Jordan looked for her friend. Abby was running around in her
Little Bo Peep costume, herding the children in their costumes as if they were
her sheep.

“Abby,”
Jordan called out. “Can I help?”

Her
friend gave her a bright smile and sighed. “Yes, thank God you’re here. Can you
help Tim and Samantha? They each have little tears in their costumes and I
don’t have time to sew them up.”

Jordan
nodded and walked toward the little kids. Both had tear-stained cheeks and wide
eyes.

“Hey,
guys. Let me help, okay?”

Tim
nodded, dressed in his vampire costume, his little fake fangs sticking out of
his mouth.

“Here’s
the sewing kit,” Samantha said as she handed Jordan a small box. She was dressed
like a little princess, complete with a sparkly tiara. “Ms. Brewer said she’d
back soon, but she’s all alone.” Her little lip quivered and Jordan wanted to
hug these two close.

“It’s
okay, you guys. I can handle a couple of ripped seams.” They both nodded and
Jordan set to work, loving the way she felt needed. Once she was done, they
both gave her hugs and Jordan held back tears.

With
the kids on their way, Jordan left the backstage area to find Matt and froze.

“Come
on, Matt, dump that little witch and get your head on straight,” Stacey whined
as she pressed her perky breasts into his arm. She was dressed as a naughty
nurse and Jordan wanted to vomit.

He
didn’t move back.

Jordan
blinked, trying to tone down the hurt crawling through her. Matt hadn’t noticed
she’d come in.

“You
know you wanted to go to the Halloween party with me, Mattie. It will be a
great way to get ready for our wedding.” Stacey fluttered her eyelashes, shimmied
against him, then leaned forward and brushed her lips against his.

There
wasn’t a hole close enough for Jordan to crawl into and die.

Matt
didn’t move.