Page 25 of The Magic of Discovery
“Here we go!” he shouted, and we shot down the road, the bike’s vibrations thrumming straight through my body. I was already so turned on, I knew I was going to be a fucking mess by the time we got to my place. The entire two minutes it took to get to my long driveway were filled with my shrieks and hollers of excitement. Cam was laughing so much, it just made me go even more wild.
“This is my driveway on the right,” I shouted, tapping my right hand against his stomach. I swore I felt every rock in that one hundred foot driveway.Mmmmm. I might need to buy a motorcycle.
Cam pulled up to my garage next to the side door leading to the little mudroom off of the kitchen. Cutting the engine, he stood up and once again held the handlebars steady for me to dismount.
“That was so awesome!” I squealed once my feet hit the gravel.
After securing the kickstand, Cam turned to face me, and without thinking, I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him. “Thank you so much for that. I’ve always wanted to ride on a motorcycle. What a rush! Gah, I feel like I could do anything right now. I’m so pumped up!”
His arms engulfed my body, my cheek pressed against his chest, and I wasnotpetite. A deep inhale brought his scent to the forefront of my mind. The leather from his clothes was prominent, but there was also another scent that was all Cam. Gods, he smelled delicious, like fresh rainfall.
“Well, that is one of the best perks of having your own motorcycle.” A genuine smile lit up his face, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners, and I wondered if he was hiding dimples under that burly beard. “Any time I need an adrenaline rush, I can just hop on and get energized,” he explained. His tone was full of love talking about the open road, and I completely understood from just that two-minute ride.
We stepped apart from each other at the same time, awkward silence descending. I shifted from foot to foot as he stared at me, studying his features, examining his short well-kept beard. It was a dark shade of gold, a few shades darker than his hair. A colorful tattoo snuck up his neck to the base of his jaw.Fuck, I bet that shit hurt.His bottom lip was full, and his smile was rugged. Everything about Cam screamed ‘The Boss.’ If he walked into a room, you couldn’t help but be drawn to him; he was captivating. I knew he had stories, I could feel it, and I wanted to knowallof them.
“I better get going...” Cam trailed off as he took a step toward his bike.
“Stay for dinner? It’s the least I can do since I interrupted your adventure, and I did make homemade potato soup.” I rubbed my palms together in a completely dorky as fuck manner that was meant to be enticing.This is why I’m single.
He looked torn. Deciding to make it easier on him, I closed the short distance between us and grabbed his hand. Intertwining my fingers in his, I pulled him behind me as I made my way to the door.
“Are you sure? Do you have enough? I can always just head back to the apartment to eat. It’s no big deal.” His voice sounded the tiniest bit vulnerable, but despite that, he wasn’t resisting my lead.
“Of course, I’m sure. I always make enough to have leftovers to freeze. Makes easy lunches when you’re only cooking for one or two,” I explained. “Gran eats over often, but on Thursday evenings she goes out with a few of her friends, so it’ll just be us. It’ll be nice to have the company,” I told him, throwing a glance over my shoulder and smiling at him. I dropped his hand and muttered an unlocking spell to disarm the wards I set every time I left my house. Pulling open the screen door when I felt the magic dissipate, I waited, sensing Cam’s hesitation. He was running his hand over the top of his head, flattening down some of the flyaways that had escaped the low messy bun he had his long golden hair twisted up in.
“Okay, I’ll stay for dinner.” He dropped his arms to his sides, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
My inner witch was losing her shit, jumping up and down, spinning in circles, air humping... It was an episode, honestly.
He’s coming in my house. Oh, fuck. I wish I could high five myself right now without that being weird.
Saige walked through the doorway, the smell of something delicious wafting through the entryway. Entering a small room that held her washer and dryer, a shoe rack, bench, and a sink, she kicked her shoes off onto the rug in front of the rack. Bending down, I loosened my boots enough to slip them off. I was used to this since both Kaito’s and Fischer’s families never wore shoes inside. A soft sound came from behind me, and I twisted my head just in time to see a flash of white dart around me and into the house, the small doggie door swinging slightly from Maven’s arrival. Saige laughed and yelled out to her pet, getting a growl in response. Little jerk.
“So, welcome to my lovely cottage, Cam.” She held her hands wide as she walked, her back still facing me. “Let me just throw up some locking spells.” Hearing her murmured words, I knew she had put up a general sealing spell on the doors and windows, and I cocked an eyebrow when she also moved her hands and cast a motion detecting spell that would notify her immediately if a person got within a certain radius of the house.I guess the little witch is pretty skilled.While her back was to me, I reinforced her magic with my own. Fischer had filled us all in on her abusive shithead ex, and a surge of relief spilled through my chest, knowing she was capable of placing strong spells around her home in order to protect herself.
Satisfied that her magic was in place, she led me out of the mudroom and past a short set of stairs that brought us to a small landing. Sheer navy blue curtains draped down from a window that took up the main wall. Heading right, we passed a door which she pointed out as a bathroom. Continuing on our path, I let my eyes scan the walls, the operative in me pushing me to be aware of my surroundings at all times.I can’t protect people if I’m not prepared.
The home was decorated heavily in mid-century modern furniture and decor, and it was totally Saige. I barely knew the woman, but the kitschy, vintage vibe she had going on in here reminded me of her personality. Quirky and over the top at times, but also strong enough to endure the test of life. In the moments between inspecting her home, my eyes kept dropping to her ass. I was trying really hard not to blatantly check her out, but shit.That ass. So round, I wonder how much it would bounce if I were to fuck her from behind.
Nearly plowing her over while my brain was held hostage by the ass-filled daydream, her palm hit the center of my chest hard enough to halt my progression. My eyes flicked down to hers, and she grinned, having caught me checking her out like a fucking perv.
“See something you like?”
Christ, the balls on this woman.
“I’ll let you know if I do, have no doubt.” She was smirking at me, and fuck if that didn’t make me want to slap it off of her face with my rapidly growing cock.
Ignoring my response, she whirled back around and padded over to the kitchen island. The cabinets were also dated, painted white. There was a matching island in the middle of the workspace, with a sink in the center of the butcher block countertop.
“Smells good in here. Can I help you with anything?” Sliding beside her, I studied her from above. Her arm was extended to turn on the warm water, pumping the soap dispenser a few times into her small hand. Her hair was windblown from the ride, cheeks flushed... perfection.
“Behind me, in the drawer next to the fridge are spoons, and in the cupboard above are bowls. We’ll sit in here. I rarely use the dining room,” she said, inclining her head in the direction of the round table that had six chairs arranged around it.
Spinning around, I grabbed the items she requested and deposited them on the table before heading back over to where she was standing.
“I have lemonade, diet Dr. Pepper, beer, and tequila. Pick your poison, big guy.” Her smile lit up her face as her green eyes twinkled.She really is stunning.
“Beer would be great. Here, let me carry this.” Grabbing the two pot holders she had set out, I lifted the cauldron with ease and deposited it on the table.
