Page 17 of Spellbound
“You planning to get lucky, big guy?
I wiggled my eyebrows. “You’re on the lunch menu. Is that too cocky?”
She tilted her head as if considering. “Not at all. And not the only cock I want.”
9
Emma Grayce
Our afternoon picnic was a bust.Yes, we found a grassy spot near the bank of a shallow creek. Yes, we laid out a blanket Eli begged from his grandmother. Yes, we had barbecue sandwiches and slaw we ordered from the diner. Everything was just as we planned.
Then came the mosquitos. I thought the damn blood-sucking vultures weren’t supposed to be out this late in the year.
The blanket was now spread on the floor of the cabin, the sun filtered in through the flimsy drapes, and the soft matting of Eli’s bare torso brushed against my engorged breasts each time he thrust into me. The first go-round, he set me off immediately. This time was marked by a quick pump and then a slow drag, right over my clit. He inserted a finger alongside his shaft, and then another, and stretched me to my limit. When he hooked his fingers and hit my G spot, my legs quivered and my core pulsed and tightened. I’d never been loved so . . . thoroughly.
“Eli.” His name came out on a sob.
“I’m here, babe. Right behind you. It’s okay to let go.” He picked up his pace. Pounded into me. Growled my name into my neck. Then into the valley of my breasts.
I bucked my hips, the pleasure almost painful. “Eli!” I grabbed the tight flesh of his bare ass and held on as I flew apart.
With a roar, he jerked and flexed inside me. Then collapsed on top and immediately rolled to the side, his arm outstretched over my chest as if he couldn’t bear to be separated.
He turned his head to the side, our noses nearly touching. “I’m not ready for this to end, Eegee. Us. Do we really have to go back to our towns, back to real life, and never see each other again?”
I grinned and traced my finger over the slight bump in nose. “So, what? You want to, like, FaceTime a booty call? Not quite the same happy ending, you know.”
“What about the long-distance thing? You know, the real me. The real you. Real kisses. Real sex. How far do you live from Boston anyway?”
“You live in Boston?” I wanted to hold in my glee, but a little of it slipped out. Fate loved me today. “I could meet you—”
I was interrupted by the ring of my cell phone. I scrambled to my feet, snagged Eli’s shirt from the floor, and shrugged into it as I searched the room for my purse and dug into it. I placed my cell phone at my ear and answered.
“Emma Grayce? Emma Grayce, is that you?”
“Of course it’s me, Stephanie. You called my phone; who else would it be? And why do you sound so frantic?”
Oh, glory me, I’m just so upset right now.” My friend’s voice did sound clogged with tears.
“Slow down. Tell me what’s going on. Are you okay? Is Grant? Nothing’s wrong, is it?”
“Nothing wrong? Emma Grayce,everythingis wrong! Eli is missing! We can’t find him anywhere! What are we going to do with a missing groomsman?The seating chart—” Since the call was about Eli, I put it on speaker and shot him quick glance. He was dressed now, all but his shirt.
“Um, Stephanie, Eli is here. With me. Not missing.” Stephanie exhaled a gusty sigh.
“Eli’swithyou?” A squeak. A pause. And then, “Ohhh. We were afraid he was on the run again after all that terrible press, you know, but I guess—Ohhh.” I locked my quizzical gaze on Eli.
On the run? Bad press?I ignored Stephanie’s elongated noises as she made the connection, and pulled the sides of his shirt closer around me. I suddenly felt vulnerable.
“No, I don’t know. But it’s almost time to meet you for the rehearsal. You can tell me all about it then.”
“Well, I don’t know if I can, Emma Grayce. Y’all aren’t going to believe this, but nobody’s supposed to know he’s here. It’s like some big subterfuge or something. That’s what Shea told me anyway. She heard it from Molly over at the diner, who overheard Miss Abigail when she was having lunch with that busybody, Harriett Cleary. That woman ran against Deke for mayor in the last election and lost, and now she doesn’t have a kind word for anybody.”
Deke was the mayor?And then, because I knew from experience that Stephanie could gossip for days if I didn’t put on the brakes, “Stephanie, stop! Eli’s here, there’s no emergency, and we’ll both see you at the church. Bye, now.”
“Okay, but—”
Her words were lost as I disconnected our call and turned to face Eli.
