Shelaughed gently. “I don’t even know sometimes. Things just feel better whenyou’re around, I don’t know how to explain it.”
“Itold you,” I chuckled, resting my chin against the crown of her head, “it’s mymagic dick.”
Witha groan, she pulled away from my embrace, encouraging a swelling ache to floodmy chest. I caught a twitch at the corner of her mouth and asked, “What?” Whatwas she smiling about, what was so funny,what what what.
“No,it’s stupid,” she brushed it away. But then she bit her lip and tipped her eyesto the ceiling, giggling lightly.
“Comeon, you can’t look like that and not tell me,” I laughed, reaching out to pullher against me. Just for a few seconds longer, before we had to go back to ourland of make believe. “What were you gonna say?”
Shesquirmed and shoved against my chest before relenting with a touch of my lipsagainst hers. A sigh lifted her body into mine, her fingers grasping my shirt,as she melted into my kiss. And just as quickly, she mumbled a protest andwriggled from my grasp.
“Nothere,” she insisted, and with a weighted sigh, I nodded. “But what I was goingto say is,” her hand lowered to cup my groin for all of a nanosecond, “a witchneeds her magic wand.”
Andshe released me, walking backward toward the door and biting her lip, until sherealized I wasn’t following. “Aren’t you coming?”
Squeezingmy eyes shut and thinking about anything but her on my dick, I grumbled,“Trying not to.”
Ina fit of stifled giggles, she left the room, leaving me to allow the blood to travelnorth. Moments later, Jane came in carrying Sandy, and she smiled broadly atme.
“Whatare you doing in here?” she asked, passing Sandy to my open hands.
“Oh,Tabby and I were just talking. Thought I’d hang out in here for a few minutesand pray to the chinchilla gods that you’d be done with him soon.” I lifted thelittle guy to my face and grinned.
“Youcan just ask to hold him whenever you want, you know,” she said, opening hiscage and filling his food dish.
“Butthen I’d be getting in the middle of your business. I don’t know what you guystalk about. It might be important.” I scratched Sandy between the ears and ranmy finger down his nose. “That’d be rude and then he and I wouldn’t be buddiesanymore.”
“Oh,I don’t think you’d have to worry about that,” she chuckled, unhooking hiswater bottle from the side of the cage. Her sparkling blue eyes made a quickglance at me before returning to the job at hand. “So, did Tabitha tell youRoman’s coming by in a couple weeks?” she asked, twisting off the cap and reachingfor a bottle of distilled water.
“Here?To see the house?” I stroked my hands delicately over Sandy’s back.
“Mm-hmm,”she confirmed with a slow bob of her head. “Have you had the pleasure of makinghis acquaintance yet?”
“Can’tsay that I have,” I grumbled, trying so desperately not to let on that mynerves were ticking with anxiety. “Have you?”
Pursingher lips, she filled the bottle and shook her head. “Nope, can’t say that Ihave. Should be interesting to see what Tom thinks of him.”
Tomwas Jane’s late husband, and she was convinced that he would only allow theperson whodeservedthe house to remain there.
“Hm,”I hummed with intrigue. “I’d sure like to see if Tom sends Roman out on hisrich ass in a whirlwind of poltergeist fury.”
Witha look of sparking mischief, Jane twisted the top back onto Sandy’s waterbottle and grinned. “What are you doing in a couple of weekends?”
***
“Okay,so,” I opened the door and flipped on the light switch, “if there’s anythingyou wanna change, that’s cool. Just let me know.”
WhenI’d bought the house years ago, it’d been advertised as a four-bedroom home.One of those bedrooms was now mine, another was reserved for the rare guest,and the other two had been used for a drum studio and storage. But afterGreyson had started hanging out in the basement den, I thought it was time tomove the storage to the attic and give the basement bedroom to him.
Momand Tabby helped pick out the bedding, although both of them had insisted hedidn’t need a Queen-sized bed. But come on, the kid was sleeping on a Twin atTabby’s place. I could at least give him some space to toss and turn on at mine.
“Youmean I’m not sleeping on the couch anymore?” he joked, walking into the room,wearing a grin I felt in my heart.
“Nah.I figured it was time to upgrade your accommodations,” I laughed, crossing theroom to the closet and opening the door. “You’ve got room for your clothes andshoes, and if you need anything, we can go shopping, or uh, I can give you mycredit card and you can order some stuff online. Whatever.”
Greysonshook his head with disbelief. “You would just give me your credit card to dowhatever I wanted?”
“Uh,you act like I wouldn’t be monitoring the fuck out of that shit. If I saw anycharges coming in from Bangin’ Babes or whatever-the-fuck dot com, you can betyour ass I’d get a taste for what it’s like to ground someone,” I challenged, daringhim with a smirk.
