Third Charm: A Reverse Harem Tale (Lovin' the Coven Book 3) Read online

  Chapter 2

  "Bye, Chief. Sorry again."

  "Well, I'm sorry, too. Really."

  "For dropping me or pulling a gun on my over-protective friend?" I smiled at him as we stood in the doorway saying goodbye. Almost everybody had left, and he needed to get home to pack. I noticed he stayed until Derek headed back to the hotel. I wasn't sorry to see him go, either. Once I had answered his polyamorous question, he started acting a little strangely.

  "Little bit of both. Mostly for behaving like an ass to begin with."

  "Sorry for having the ex-boyfriend drop by unannounced."

  He sighed. "Yeah. That was a bit of a shock, but doesn't excuse my behavior, which probably wouldn't have happened if he wasn't so charming, funny, and witty."

  "You forgot sexy and handsome."

  "No, I didn't."

  "Well, we can talk about it tomorrow."

  "After you figure it out?"

  "No. I already have. If it's going to bother you and Jimmy that much, I'll stay away from trouble. I'm lucky to have the two of you."

  He leaned in and gave me a kiss. "We have no right to be jealous, though. We can talk about it tomorrow. I'll get to know the guy before I hate him."

  "Oh, my gosh. That is the sweetest thing…" I laughed and watched him walk out the door and get in his car before I finally shut it and went to finish helping the girls clean up.

  As I walked by Herb's chair, I let out a sigh of relief. It wasn't every day a human saw a snarling vampire. They had handled it better than I could have hoped. Herb even got close enough to ask her a few questions. Must have been the coroner in him.

  Yuki and Jimmy were sitting on the couch watching the kick-off of the Christmas movie selection on the Hallmark Channel. I wanted to gag. Chief was the closest thing Cedar Falls had to a hometown hero here, but I couldn't exactly see him trying to teach me the true meaning of Christmas and I couldn't see Hallmark making Yule specials anytime soon. I slipped into the kitchen and put a cup of coffee on to brew.

  Candace handed Josie one of the roasting pans and she started drying it. It looked like I had walked into the kitchen at the right time, they were almost done. "Need some help?" I asked even though I knew what the answer would be.

  "No. We have this. Go sit, Lady."

  "Anybody need anything before I walk all the way in there to sit?" I called to the living room from the kitchen.

  "I'll take a beer if you're offering."

  "Pie!"

  "You can't eat pie, Yuki."

  "You can."

  I sighed, not really wanting another piece. For her I would, though. After the calamity had calmed down before, she had sat next to me almost moaning in ecstasy as I finished off my slice. Life without pie, wasn't.

  I turned to grab a slice, but Candace was already cutting a piece for me. "Easy on the whip cream. I'm gonna get fat."

  She grabbed the can and put about half the amount on it. You still couldn't see the pie, but I wouldn't have to dig for it, either.

  "Thanks, sweetie."

  "Welcome, Lady."

  I was getting too used to her waiting on me hand and foot. It had been unsettling, and I tried to get her to stop, but she just seemed to enjoy doing it. I even stopped trying to get her to call me Dot. She'd do it once or twice, and then revert to the honorifics. She was the only one who called me that, too. Unless it was the boys when they were pissed off at me, so I heard it a lot.

  I grabbed my stuff and walked into the living room. Yuki was on one end of the couch, and Jimmy sat on the other. I killed two birds with one hand-grenade and lobbed myself between them, careful not to spill anything on either of them. I leaned against Jimmy and tucked my feet underneath me. Yuki seized the opportunity to lean back against me and throw her tiny feet over the end of the couch, pressing as much of herself against me as she could. It wasn't a sexual thing, it was a power thing. She was soaking up as much of me as she could before I left for the weekend. I was pushing the limit of how long I could be away from her before she started feeling uncomfortable.

  "Pie," she said and looked upward at me hopefully.

  "Yeah, yeah. Let me set my coffee down."

  "No beer?" Jimmy asked sadly.

  "Shit." I sighed and leaned forward, putting the coffee and the pie on the table. "I forgot. I'll grab it."

  "Nope. It's alright, I can live without it."

  "Yeah, right."

  "I'll grab it." Yuki shot off the couch and was back in a moment, handing it to him before resuming her spot. I was kind of shocked. She would do pretty much anything I asked of her, she didn't have a choice, but it was the first time she had volunteered to do anything for someone else in the house.

  "Thanks, kid."

  "I'm probably older than you." She scoffed.

  "But I'm bigger."

  They chuckled instead of carrying on. I had no clue. Maybe they'd bonded over the Hallmark movie. It probably wasn't the first time it happened in the history of Christmas.

  "What are we watching?" I asked even though I didn't care.

  "A Christmas movie," Jimmy answered sounding unimpressed. "She told me to leave it or she would bite my ankles."

  "Gasp. The horror."

  "I know. Skeeters always go for the ankles."

  "You guys know I can hear you."

  I took a bite of pie. That shut her up, word-wise. She still made mmm noises and practically rolled around on the couch. I was still mystified how it worked. She'd accidentally become my familiar, and she couldn't eat food, but she could taste whatever I put in my mouth. I sincerely hoped it pertained only to food. That could get pretty awkward, awfully fast. I hoped to test the theory tonight…

  "You still staying the night?" I asked Jimmy.

  "If you want me to."

  "Do you still want to?"

  "Yes."

  "Oooh, that sounded heartfelt and enthusiastic." I took another bite of pie.

  "Really? I was going for indifferent and sarcastic."

  I elbowed him in the ribs. I could tell from his tone he was teasing. When I'd gone and accidentally mentioned the word boyfriends, plural, it had made him happy enough to forgive me. Jimmy was a simple man…

  I finished my pie and adamantly refused to eat another piece, no matter how much Yuki begged.

  "Please," she said for the thirteenth time.

  "No. You get the taste, I get the calories," I said, adamantly. Jimmy, Candace, and Josie knew she had become my familiar. I hadn't told anybody else and planned on taking the secret to my grave. Not even Chief knew, but that was more out of fear on my part. I didn't know how he would react if he found out. I didn't want to find out.

  The light shut off in the kitchen and Josie and Candace walked in. Josie made a beeline for the love seat, but Candace slipped between Jimmy and I, sitting half on my lap and half on his, but curling up against me. Yuki looked over her shoulder and rolled her eyes. She did that whenever Candace tried to snuggle with me.

  We watched TV in silence, and I hated to admit it, but I got into the movie. I'd probably never watch another one again unless threatened under pain of torture, but it was cute.

  "You ready for bed?" I asked Jimmy over Candace's head once it finished.

  His eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.

  I tapped Candace on her side, causing her to jump. I forgot how ticklish she was. "Sorry, Cand. I'm ready for bed."

  She blinked at me with sleepy eyes and got up.

  "You friggin' witches go to bed way too early. Shouldn't you be nocturnal or something?"

  "Would you if you didn't have to be?" I asked Yuki seriously.

  "No. Good point. Have fun on your vacation but let me know when you're home."

  "I will. I'll text, since you'll be sleeping."

  "Mind if I hang out a bit?"

  I leaned over closer and patted her purple spiked hair. "You are always welcome. Come and go as you please. I'll get a key made for you."

  She turned and blinked in surprise. "D
ot…You're pretty cool. Way cooler than your mother."

  "Yeah. That's not a hard thing to accomplish. Night, Yuki."

  She leaned forward and let me slip out from behind her, taking up the whole couch when I got up. Candace looked at her, blinked, and moved to the loveseat with Josie.

  Jimmy was already heading into the bedroom and I wasn't in a hurry to catch up. It had been a long day and a longer evening. He flipped the ceiling fan on and flipped on the light, motioning toward the bed. "Come on. I want to check out your ass before bed."

  "You want to check out my ass all the time."

  "True story. I have honest reasons this time. I want to see if you have a bruise."

  I'd almost forgotten about my incident. I hoped I didn't, it didn't feel like I did and there hadn't been any discomfort sitting on the couch. "It doesn't feel like it."

  "With as hard as you dropped, I'd be surprised if you didn't, witch constitution or not."

  "Well, I want to brush my teeth. You sit, I'll stand. If I lie down now, I won't want to get back up."

  "I'm good with that," he wiggled his eyebrows.

  "You didn't yack up a turkey. I'm brushing my teeth. Rinsing with mouthwash just doesn't cut it."

  He chuckled and sat on the edge of the bed. I walked over to him and turned around, lifting my shirt up and off. I took off my bra while he peeled my leggings over my butt. "Huh."

  "No bruise?"

  "No bruise. Snow must have padded your fall."

  "Or my ass did."

  He leaned forward and kissed me right at the base of my spine, sending a tingle up my back. "Save that thought. Toothpaste sounds heavenly right now."

  "One more kiss." He turned me around so I was facing him, wearing nothing but pants and my fuzzy socks.

  "I'm not kissing you until I brush my teeth."

  "I'm kissing you." He tugged my leggings and my panties down, just below my happy patch.

  "Mr. Duncan… You, sir, suck at waiting."

  "Just one little kiss…" I expected him to dive in, but he pulled me closer, wedging me between his legs and rubbing his hands up my legs and onto my ass, pulling me toward his mouth. I leaned forward and he placed a single, solitary chaste kiss right above my hair. The tingles from the kiss on my spine were nothing compared to that gentle, tender moment. He looked up at me and smiled, running his lips up my stomach as he did. "Damn, you're hot."

  "And horny. Now."

  He chuckled as he squeezed my butt. "Does that hurt at all?"

  "No."

  "Wow."

  "Yeah. I'm not looking the gift horse in the mouth."

  "Maybe it's a drunk thing."

  "Excuse me?"

  "Like how when drunks get into accidents and the car gets totaled. They climb out of the wreckage and wonder what happened."

  "Oh. Gotcha."

  "Go brush your toofers."

  "Aye, aye, cap'n."

  Pulling off my leggings and socks, I tossed them in the hamper with my shirt and bra. I could see Jimmy watching me out of the corner of my eye. Trying not to smile, I stealthily watched him as he pulled off his shirt and jeans and set them on the floor by the bed. I looked over, toothbrush hanging from my mouth, as he began to stroke himself while he watched me. He was sticking out of the open part of his boxers.

  I spit and rinsed, wanting some of that.

  "You couldn't wait for me?"

  "Not when you're in there looking like that. No man could resist."

  I reached down and pulled his hand away, replacing it with mine. "Mmm. And is this for me?"

  "All for you."

  I bent down and gave it a little kiss.

  "Yeah. You might not want to do that. I may not last too long."

  "Geesh. Somebody is excited."

  "Well, you are going away with Chief this weekend…"

  I chuckled throatily. "You want me to text you updates, or tell you what happens when I get back?"

  "Um… Both."

  "Sick, sick man."

  "You love it."

  "I do."

  "Ha! You just said I do. Are we married now?"

  "You better be kidding."

  "I am!"

  I pushed him back on the bed and crawled on top of him.

  "Would you like a back rub?"

  "What?"

  "Lie down across the bed."

  "I'd rather just get right down to it, if you know what I mean…"

  "Trust me. You'll like this back rub."

  "Oh. Okay," I said, not fully trusting him. I looked around for video cameras but refrained from checking the closet to see if there was anybody hiding in there. With Jimmy, you never knew. I walked around the bed and slid across the comforter until my head was by the edge.

  "Do you have any lotion?"

  "Dresser."

  He walked over and grabbed the bottle, moving to the side I had crawled across. He reached over and grabbed my panties and slid them down my legs, leaving my ass exposed to the cool air.

  "Hurry up. It's cold."

  He crawled over the bed, and his bare skin slid along mine as he scooted forward, straddling me. His naked butt sitting down on the back of my thighs. He must have pulled off his boxers. I sighed and turned my head, grabbing a pillow and putting it under my chest and head.

  I heard the lotion bottle pump and his hands rub together. He at least had the sense not to squirt lotion straight on my back. I was definitely going to have to keep him. I moaned a little as he placed both hands down on the small of my back and immediately applied lots of pressure, sliding them up along my spine. "Holy shit, that feels good."

  "I almost became a masseuse instead of a fireman."

  "You missed your calling. Your hands are magical."

  "You should feel the rest of me."

  "Oh. I have."

  He scooted forward a little, not quite being able to reach my shoulders. I moved my hair out of the way and let him at my neck. If he was going to go all out, I wasn't going to stop him. His fingers moved up, rubbing the tender muscles before using the edge of his hands to slide down my shoulders. He gripped my arms and massaged his way down to my elbows but couldn't reach any farther. I was using them to prop my head up under the pillow. When he pulled them back, he slid them down my sides and back up over my hips.

  "You need to quit your job, I will pay you to follow me around and give me back rubs."

  "I'd be good with that."

  I chuckled while he paused for a moment to get more lotion. It was cold and dry outside, and my skin soaked it up way faster than it should have. I moisturized all the time, but my back wasn't exactly easy to reach.

  He put his lotion covered hands on my hips, leaning forward to kiss the back of my neck as he used his weight to push down with his palms. I was enjoying the sensation of him moving them in circles when I felt his cock slide down my thigh and settle in between them. When he finished kissing my neck, he scooted forward just a tiny bit, pressing the tip of it against my lips and trapping it there.

  He continued rubbing my back, stopping only to get more lotion. He worked his way up and then back down, not stopping until he was rubbing the muscles just above my ass. He almost put me into a massage induced coma until his hands moved a little lower, firmly gripping my ass. Kneading the flesh, he pulled me open and the head of his cock settled at my entrance, my well lubricated lips inviting him in. I sighed as he started massaging back up toward my shoulders again, the movement driving him forward agonizingly slowly. I could feel each millimeter of him as he slowly crept inside me.

  "Can you do the front of my shoulders, too? They're kind of sore. You might need to scoot forward a bit." I, too, could play this game.

  "Sure." He pumped some more lotion on his hands and used his knees to push himself forward a few inches.

  I gasped as I stretched, accommodating him and squeezing him tight. He didn't move his hips, just used his hands to rock me. The motion was more than welcome, but I wanted more. I didn't know how he had the
restraint.

  His hands slid up my neck and back down my shoulders, fingertips squeezing the muscles. "Are you comfortable? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

  "No, you're fine." I managed to get the words out, my breathy voice betraying me.

  I started squeezing him inside me as much as I could, wanting to get some reaction out of him, and almost whimpering when I felt him throb inside me. My hips bucked on their own.

  "You sure? You're awful twitchy. Your legs aren't falling asleep?"

  "Nope. Just enjoying this massage. Inside and out."

  That caused him to chuckle, the laughter causing some much-needed movement. I almost hissed at the sensation. I wanted more but wasn't willing to ruin the game.

  Inspiration struck, I lowered myself off my elbows and used my movement to inadvertently push the pillow over the edge of the bed. "Oops. Clumsy me." I pulled myself forward, reaching for it. I even went so far as to pretend I couldn't quite reach it. The struggling sent quivers of delight all through me. "Got it!" I slammed myself back against him, and I swear I heard him groan above me.

  "Next time I should tie you to the corners of the bed so you can't move."

  The thought sent shivers racing through every nerve in my body. I shuddered beneath him and he noticed instantly.

  He leaned forward and put his lips next to my ear, the movement causing him to dive that much deeper into me. I nearly came as he whispered, "Somebody likes that idea."

  All I could do was nod, all capability of coherent speech leaving me. He sat back up but didn't continue his massage. Instead, he gripped my hips and jerked himself forward. I cried out. He wasn't pulling back either, just kept jerking his hips, bumping against me.

  "Jimmy, fuck me, please..."

  "You want me to? I thought I was just giving you a massage."

  "If you don't pound yourself into me this minute, I'll do it my damn self. You win. Happy?"

  His chuckle affirmed that much. He moved the bottle of lotion and slid his legs out behind him, lying over me and holding himself up with his arms. He used his knees to slide his cock back before driving it into me. I didn't even try to keep silent. I called out his name with every thrust.

  "So fucking wet," he mumbled between thrusts.

  I was going to come.