Page 48 of The Magic of Discovery
Fluffing up my boobs, I studied myself in the full-length mirror that hung on the wall, a dark smile spreading across my face. I feltamazing. My self-esteem had never been low, despite Bryce trying very hard to that effect, but lately, I felt like I’d been given an extra boost.Doesn’t take a seer to figure out why that was.Before I could get lost in another fun round of thinking about my mages, a rumble in the distance had me jumping.Oh shit, what time is it?Spinning around, I glanced at the alarm clock, and sure enough, it was two minutes to one.Fuck.
Swiping on some tinted lip gloss, the menacing roar of approaching bad boys caused my stomach to flip, and I darted out of my room, flying down the steps just in time for the sound of crunching gravel to hit my ears. Swiping my hands down my dress, I inhaled, trying to calm my wild heart. Forcing myself to walk like a normal person and not a five year old all sauced up on sugar, I made my way to the door just as Kai bounded into my field of vision with a wolfish smile lighting up his beautiful face. The screen door flew open as he used his magic to remove the barrier between us, reaching for me with his free arm and making me giggle when he wrapped his arms around my waist and squeezed. And then he justhadto start sniffing my head again.
“Hi, Sprout. Hope you’re ready for the best meat of your life,” he said, stepping back with a wink.
Fucking hell.
Before I could sputter a response to that, Sloane’s voice broke through the moment.
“Keep moving, fluffy boy. My arms are full here.”
“Lead me to my creation station, Sprout.” Kai grabbed my hand, and I laughed as I pulled him through the house, the rest of the guys following behind us.
“This is my kitchen, feel free to make yourselves at home. You can put your stuff down on the table for now if you want,” I offered, turning around to look at everyone. Damn, my house suddenly felt a whole lot smaller with these four in here.
Sloane walked over to the counter, starting to empty his arms. My eyes tracked his movement, and I was about to go help him put whatever it was away when a huge shadow fell over me.Daddy’s home. Hahaha, I’m losing my mind. But, no, for real. He’s here.
“Little witch, you look good enough to eat.” Cam’s deep timbre caused me to instantly squeeze my thighs together. He spun me around, resting his hands on my hips as he ran his eyes down my figure while I peeked up at him from under my eyelashes and smirked. Since we were blatantly checking each other out, I took my time ogling him. A red and black buffalo plaid buttoned-down shirt hugged his chest and shoulders, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, leaving his painted forearms on display, and what a sight they were. Black jeans completed his outfit, and fuck, he looked good. Bringing my attention back up to his face with a clearing of his throat, he smiled smugly. He knew he was hot shit.He’s a good Daddy, I shouldn’t antagonize him. Pfft.
“You look alright,” I deadpanned, turning for a split second before his hand circled my wrist and I was spun back against his chest. His eyes glittered with unspoken promises, and I swore to the moon I wanted to find out what each entailed. Naked.
Dropping his head to my ear, he whispered, “Playing games already, baby? We have a long afternoon ahead of us, but don’t think I won’t put you over my knee in front of everyone in this room if you continue being a brat and trying to get a rise out of me. That dress will flip up real nice and easy.”
Damn near took all of my strength but I suppressed the shiver that wanted to claim my body at his threat. My inner witch was pushing real hard for me to say something bratty, and my ass cheeks were begging for his hands, but no.As much as I want to play with him, I want to do it later when we won’t have to stop.
Releasing me, he stepped back, holding his hands out in challenge, a wide smile spreading across his handsome face. Narrowing my eyes at him, I blew him a kiss, but Fischer snatched the invisible gesture out of the air, pretending to eat it.
Rubbing his belly after his obviously filling snack, Fish shoved Cam in the pec. “My turn, BFG. Go pillage some townspeople or something.”
Shocked for a moment, I stood there with everyone else before we all lost it.
“Oh, you’re suddenly a comedian?” Cam choked out between laughs, Kai and Sloane cracking up along with us, the argument they’d been having over which spices to use ending in favor of a good burn. Judging by how stunned everyone was at first, I had to guess my guppy didn’t usually crack jokes. That made me sad but also happy that he felt comfortable enough around me to let loose a little.
“But BFG doesn’t pillage! He’s friendly. That’s what the F stands for, bro,” Kai called out, taking it upon himself to educate his friend.
Fischer pulled out a chair at the table, motioning for me to sit. Obliging, I dropped into my seat, and he sat down beside me.
“Ah, well, inhiscase,” he shot back, pointing at Cam, “the F stands for fuckin’. Big fuckin’ giant. Suits him better.” Even when the laughter started again, his eyes stayed locked on mine, and I smiled at him as he ran a hand through his thick curly hair. “Hi, sweetheart,” he whispered with a blush, the words just for me. Gods, he was the cutest.
“Hi, guppy,” I replied, and his blush deepened. Not giving it any thought, I grabbed his hand and locked our fingers together. “I’m glad you’re here,” I confessed. Leaning over, I pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. As I started to lean back, he moved forward and wrapped his free hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me in again.
Kissing Fischer was sensual. His kisses, although intense, were thorough and slow. He never rushed, his tongue dipping in and out and pressing up against mine in a dance that told me when we did get more physical with each other, it was going to be like a bomb detonating. He swallowed the moan he’d coaxed out, his oak-colored eyes sparkling as he pulled back, biting down on his bottom lip.
A throat clearing had me turning my head to look at the men behind us, and it seemed the three of them had gotten just as caught up in the moment as we had. Now I was the one with red cheeks, andthatwas the moment my Gran decided to make her entrance.Of course.
“Sorry, I’m a little late. I just had to finish up a call with my dance instructor,” she called from the back porch, and my brows furrowed.What dance instructor?
Gran sashayed into the kitchen, and I almost choked. What in creation was she wearing? Skin tight black booty shorts and a hot pink sequined tank top that had been cut to ribbons from the waist up to her tits.
“Gran,” I croaked as I stood up so fast the chair almost toppled behind me.
She ignored me as her eyes flitted around the room, no doubt taking in the fine specimens before her. I just stood there like an asshole, my mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
“Greetings, boys. I’m Saige’s grandmother, but feel free to call me Bette,” she announced, strutting over to where I was standing. Fischer stood up, wide-eyed and just as stunned as I was. Luckily, there was a casanova amongst us, and Kai strode toward Gran with no hesitation.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Bette. My name is Kai. You look fantastic, by the way,” he told her, lifting her hand and dropping a kiss on the top.
“I know. Thanks,” she said, giggling.
