Page 59 of Hexed, Vexed, & Undersexed
Score for this witch bitch.
“Well, barring any kind of miracle or felony breaking and entering, I don’t foresee it happening.” I sigh, slumping back against the chair cushion. “Though I’m not opposed to some B and E if it means I can just spell anyone to forget they saw me do it.”
“That is not what magic is for,” Kai scolds playfully.
“Spoilsport,” I grumble, stretching my neck from where it had started to cramp. “All right, fine; no criminal activity, got it. Now it looks like we just need to win the show and then keep it away from Bodie.”
“I still can’t believe he tried to fucking kill you. I can’t wait to get my hands on him,” Kai hisses in rage.
“Have to beat me to him first,” I counter with a smirk, knowing if I see Bodie again that I’ll no doubt punch him where the spell don’t shine.
“So, now what?” Preston asks, closing his own book. “Any other options we could check into? Library or archives somewhere?”
“Probably but it’s getting to be about lunch time. Anyone getting hungry?” Shoving up off the chair, I start toward the kitchen.
“I am, but I’m still mid-passage in this.” Kai points to the book he’s reading.
“I’ll come help you, Nora. We’ll bring you something whenever it’s done unless you finish beforehand.”
Smashing my lips together to keep from chuckling, I couldn’t stop the tiny grin from curling my lips. It’s been a couple days since our roll around my sheets together and while it seems they were still competitive of each other, they’re tolerating one another.
I’ll take that as a win.
Weaving our way through the halls, Preston and I make our way to the homey Porter kitchen. Plants, herbs, and other various greenery is scattered around the space, the warm wooden cabinets and stone countertops mixing with the lush and alive decor.
“Hmm, what do you want for lunch?” I hum softly as I scan the cabinets and fridge, but Preston seems to have other ideas.
Strong arms wrap around my waist, holding me steady against his warm chest. Looking up, I smile at his half-lidded gaze. Fuzzy, gooey emotions fissure through my views, pooling in my stomach as he kisses me.
His lips are soft and taste like minty chapstick as they move against mine confidently. Shifting me, Preston brings me to face him, our mouths never parting. Nipping at his lower lip, I deepen the kiss. A deep moan rumbles through him at the bite, his grip tightening on my waist.
I have just wound my own arms around his shoulders when he scoops me up, setting me gently on the counter. Parting my legs, Preston wedges himself until his quickly hardening cock presses into my core deliciously. A shiver winds down my spine as his tongue tangles with mine.
“This doesn’t look like making lunch,” Kai states dryly. His words kill the mood and make me groan slightly, but Preston just laughs from where he’s situated between my thighs.
Once again, box-blocked by my own pussy.
Talk about bad luck.
“Well since we haven’t started on food yet is there anything you had in mind for—“
A loud crash sounds, startling me. Hopping from the counter, I run into the hall where I find Gram-Gram holding tight to a man’s ear. With the way he’s bent over I can’t make out who it is, but as soon as she shoves him down the hall and he stumbles to standing I realize who’s standing before me.
Bellamy Putnam.
“Found this one snooping around the side of the house,” Gram admits. “Another one of your suitors?”
“Putnam,” I sneer. But my body flares in the wake of his icy gaze, contradicting my hard tone.
“Oh, so you’re the Putnam boy… hm… a shame such an attractive man comes from such a putrid line,” Gram mutters under her breath. “You want to deal with this?”
“Not really,” I start but when she gives me a sharp brow raise I amend my statement, “but I will.”
“Good, because I was just stopping by to grab something quick before going out to stuff Gerald’s bat deep into my belfry.”
I rub my face, grumbling under my breath as she flounces away.
“I see where you get it from,” Bellamy murmurs, eyeing the empty space where Gram-Gram had just been standing.
