Gone With the Witch (22 page)

"WE
could play for days with all this stuff," Storm said, aroused by the possibility, as she picked up armfuls of sex
toys, like they were hundred-dollar bills, and dropped them
back on the bed. "Flavored condoms, stimulating jellies, slick lotions, and a few plug-in thingies I don't know how to use"

"Don't worry," Aiden said. "They all come with instructions, and I have huge expectations."

"You
have a huge ... dragon ... and a truckload of sex drive. You're insatiable."

"Horny, nearly a year and a half's worth of
horny,
and you're the best cure ever."

"We so know each other's secrets," Storm purred. Approaching him like a cat on the prowl, she licked his lips.

Obviously appreciating the act, he petted her from her
spine to her bottom. "Probably not every secret, but outing
more will be half the fun."

After they'd peeled off every item of his clothing and made a meal of each other, he carried
her
into a spa room.
"Dragon's blood!" she said. "I never saw such a gorgeous

room
" The underwater theme carried to the scallop-shell tub. On the counter stood a footed teal opalescent shell-shaped bowl filled with a gorgeous assortment of starfish.
sea
urchins, and seashells. Small soaps were shaped like
shells, and accessories like towel racks, sconces, and
picture frames were decorated with shells. "This looks like
a mermaid cave, and it's bigger than your motor home."

"Coach.
It's a coach."

"You won't use the word
home
for anything, will you?”

“
Stop trying to analyze me. It really is called a motor coach, which I prefer."

"Ah,
like Cinderella's coach, except in this case the
d
ri
ver is a dragon, and you did buy me a new pair of slippers.
Where to, my prince?"

Aiden sat her on the edge of the spa
an
d
turned on the nautilus-shell spigots to fill the bottom-lit, multijet spa, a
sea-green, pearlescent scallop shell, deep and wide enough
for a ménage. "I have a request," Aiden said, his smile sexy
enough to curl her toes.

"Sure, anything."

He crossed her lips with a finger. “Be still, my erotic
imagination. Never agree to
anything,
unless you mean it,
Snapdragon"

She ran her beringed tongue down his chest. "Dragon's blood," she purred.
“Anything."

"Hold that thought. Before I take you up on
anything,
could you find another expletive besides dragon's blood? It
makes me think of my poor dragon, wounded, and, well, bleeding."

"Oh" She petted the poor thing. "We don't wanna think of our sleepy little dragon coming to
harm."

Said dragon raised its curious head, as if it understood it
was the object of interest, the subject of discussion,
an
d
it resented being called little, so it grew to new lengths.

Aiden shook his head and emptied every scented bottle from the basket on the tub's edge into the water.

"You're mixing scents," Storm cautioned him.

"I'm mixing a specially scented water spell," he said, surprising her.

Storm stroked his bare backside as he bent over the tub.
"I'm the spell maker here. Let me do the honors." She took
one of the cinnamon sticks from the basket's sea green
bow and waved it like a wand.

"Sex for two

In rainforest blue.

Ease sad woes

With orchid and rose.

Bring orgasmic joy

To Dragon Boy.

With harm to none,

So mote it
be
done."

Aiden straightened, frowning. "That's not the right
spell."

Storm rose in indignation. "Not good enough
? '
I mean, 'I
wasn't going for the gold, just sinsational sex in the spa."

"No," Aiden said. "I didn't want you to cast a spell for
me.
I wanted to cast a spell for you" He held her shoulders.
"You're the one who's had a hard day"

Storm's heart filled, she was so taken aback and humbled by his conce
rn
. Not wanting him to see how close her
emotions sat to the surface, she focused on the sweet-
scented soap bubbles floating in their bath. "Say out loud
what you want for me," she whispered, her voice rough
with overflowing emotion. "Just say the words"

"Damn it, Storm, I can't rhyme"

She looked up at Aiden then, at the caring
an
d
concern
in his eyes, and her wounded heart began to heal. "You
don't need to rhyme. Magick lies in the fact that you wish good for someone. Saying what you wish sends it into the universe.
Go
ahead."

Aiden hesitated and charmed her with his uncertainty, the big, bad, shy biker.

"Here goes." He pulled her into his arms, tucked her
head against his heart, as if he didn't want her to watch,
and cleared his throat.

"I want to bring you peace,

A healed heart.

I'm glad you were born,

As are the children you saved.

Their parents are glad.

Your sisters are, too.

You're not the last straw,

You're the star of the triad,

The center diamond,

Outshining your beginnings

With a flawless heart

And clarity of mind.
This is my spell.

These things you should know"

"Damn," Storm said and burst into tears.

Aiden stepped away from her and ran a hand through
his hair. "You said I didn't have to rhyme!"

"These are tears of happiness, Aiden. Your spell was beautiful, heartfelt, and brilliant. I'm healing just from hearing it."

Tears of happiness, Storm thought, wiping her eyes, like
Vickie's tears had been over the honor of spelling the un
known baby's safety. She'd try to be more patient with
her sisters' emotions in the future. This love stuff— Oops. Careful there, Cartwright.

Aiden had been watching her, and now he shook his
head as if he couldn't win for trying. "Get in the spa.
Must
be the PMS.
I'll give you my cure and heal you some more."

Storm took his hand, climbed into their scalloped sealike
playground, and lowered herself into the luxuriously soft
and scented water.
"Purr.
This is like sitting in champagne," she said, swept away by the pleasure of a gazillion bubbles,
stroking her like hordes of
minivibrators ..
.

Aiden turned on the jets and left the room.

"Hey?" she called. "What the—"

A minute later, he returned with every waterproof sex toy he'd bought. He sat on the edge of the tub and attacked a hard plastic package with a letter opener, like a maniac.

“Aiden, get my purse"

"You car
ry
sex toys in your purse?"

"One-track man brain.
No, Sherlock. I brought
scissors."

The packages were opened in minutes, while playing with the contents could take hours, days, months, years? Oh, what a tempting thought.

She was in over her head here and
drowning ..
.
happily
... so happily she could be tricked into thinking
that here, in this suite, they'd been making love. Oddly
enough, she liked the idea and guessed this was the place to
play out the fantasy. What harm could a short trip to never-
never land do?

Aiden got in and came for her, pulled her over him,
down on him, so she took him to the hilt, her head on his shoulder, his hands in her hair, stroking her as if from the inside out, bringing her a peace and sense of worth she'd never known.

Drifting, she was so relaxed, she noticed through the
open-shuttered Gothic window, the moon peeking in,
blessing them with light and bathing them in an aura of sensuality.

"Let's try this," Aiden whispered against her ear, turn
ing on the vibrator billed as the naughty gnome. "Turn
around," he said. "I'll use this on you from the back so I
can watch Electra dance while you run this hummingbird along Triton, for an orgasmic good time."

As convoluted as his plan sounded, the result was magnificent on every level. Foreplay took on new meaning. Time stood still.

After Storm experienced several multiples, Triton
couldn't seem to stay away, which she approved, so Aiden
faced her and moved her along his body, impaling her with

his
ponderous and happy dragon, playing inside her so slowly—since he'd come before they got to the spa—that Storm rose languidly to pleasure.

Aiden dragoned her until she reached an outrageous re
lease and shouted with triumph.
At that moment, outside the
window, the night sky blossomed with a wash of wild,
sparkling color.
Fireworks.
Midnight.
Independence Day—
a sobering thought—but she refused to let the reminder intrude. Instead, she wallowed in dragon-driven ecstasy.

Aiden provided her with a series of climactic fireworks of her own to go with every burst of red, white, and blue, then with purple, yellow, green. Kaleidoscopic bursts.
Multibursts, in color and scope—every time.

No man had ever given such full attention to
her
plea
sure. Time he had a multiple of his own. Storm worked her
womanly magick, milking him, urging him to come, rais
ing him to the edge but stopping and holding him there.
She watched his eyes darken, his lids lower, caught the set of his jaw, and knew how hard he worked to hold back, to give her more pleasure, until she cupped his balls and rotated her hips to unman him.

Voice rough, he begged her to stop, as if the ultimate ec
stasy depended on him not coming, when for her, it actually depended on him coming his brains out. And after he did, she didn't let him go but held him inside her, squeez
ing and pumping that dragon back to life and making them
both come their brains out one more time.

Hard to tell where one fireworks display began and the other ended—which display was made of air, which of water, which of earth ... and which of them was a true fire of the heart.

Chapter Thirty

AIDEN couldn't get enough. He and Storm had had more sex in these last few days than he'd had with Claudette in the two years of their relationship—his longest ever--and
he hadn't gotten enough of Storm yet. Wasn't sure there
was a yet.

Fireworks marching beside climax, he ravaged Storm's mouth and celebrated her lack of willpower. At this moment, prolonging the inevitable end of this inconceivable attraction made more and more sense.

For nearly a year and a half, he'd feared he'd never be intimate with a woman again, certain he'd never find one
who could bear the foolish sight of him. He certainly
didn't expect to find one who was turned on by his self-inflicted proof of independence.

Yes, rather than receiving his just desserts for his
wretched mistakes, he'd found Storm, instead.

Now he'd reached a new and more confusing crossroad.
He couldn't bear the thought of letting any other woman
but Storm near his dragon. How dangerous and enervating a concept.