Writing Witchy (Witch Hunters) (13 page)

“I should go,” she said when the last pot had been put away.
She wrinkled her cute little nose. “I have work tomorrow.”

“I’ll drive you in and pick you up after.”

She grinned. “Are you suggesting I spend the night again?”

“I can never get enough of being with you.” He took her hand and led her out to the den. He sat down and pulled her on top of him so that she straddled his thighs.

“And what will we do? Play games?”

He pretended to ponder her question. Tapping a finger against his chin, he said, “Oh, I don’t know. We could watch a movie….”

“Sounds like a great idea!” She rolled off him and turned on the television.  Flipping through the channels, she hummed a zippy tune, her teasing smile a sign that she knew exactly what he desired to do with her tonight. “Oh, look at this! Have you seen this before?”

He tore his gaze from her beautiful profile to glance at the television. He winced when he saw a ponytail
-wearing Julian Sands filling the screen.
Warlock
didn’t portray witches in the best light. The idea that witches needed to kill unbaptized children to gain the ability to fly was absurd and horrifying. Where the hell did humans get such bloodthirsty ideas? “Um, yeah.”

“I forgot about this one. I should have listed it among my favorites.”

Keith choked on an inhaled breath.

“Are you okay?”

He nodded but couldn’t answer her. Imani turned off the television and rushed to the kitchen. Seconds later she returned with a glass of water. He swallowed half the cold liquid in a single gulp before setting the glass on the coffee table.

“Better?” she asked, concern filling her lovely dark brown eyes. Hovering over him, she brushed his curls back from his forehead.

“Much,” he said. Keith grabbed her and pulled her beneath him on the couch. “And getting better.”

She gasped. “Were you faking?”

“No. I’m just taking advantage of the moment.” He covered her mouth with his. She moaned and immediately speared his mouth with her tongue. He’d discovered that she truly enjoyed kissing, so he kissed her long and deep.

He slid his hands beneath her, arching her body into his.
Imani wrapped her legs around his waist. She sucked his tongue and dug her nails into his buttocks. He thrust into her so that she would know how much he wanted her. She whimpered and rolled her hips into his. They established a heated rhythm that only served to fan the flames of his desire for her.

Breaking their kiss, he levered himself off of Imani. He grabbed the back of his shirt and whipped it over his head. Then he gripped the hem of her shirt and
eased it over her head. He reached behind her to undo the hooks on her bra. There were four. He couldn’t wait to feel her skin against his. It occurred to him that he could magic their clothing away. But that wasn’t possible, so he shoved the tempting thought away.

Filling his hands with her breasts, Keith groaned
and his cock jerked in his pants. She was so beautiful. Her nipples pressed into his palms. Longing to have them in his mouth, he bent and licked the dark chocolate peaks. “Keith,” she moaned his name and arched into his kisses. He took his time licking and sucking her nipples. Her sounds of pleasure went straight to his cock. Confined inside his jeans, his penis was painfully swollen and damned uncomfortable.

As though reading his mind, Imani inched her hands between their bodie
s and undid the snap to his pants. He shifted to give her more room. He groaned against her breast as she unzipped him and took him into her palm. Curling her fingers around his shaft, she squeezed him. Keith shuddered as she ran her thumb over the moist head.

He needed
to be inside her again. He stood and pushed his briefs and pants down. “Panties off, baby.” She obeyed immediately, shimming her pants and panties down her hips. “God, you’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He helped her to stand. He couldn’t resist tracing her curves with his hands. Her breasts were full and her waist incredibly small. She was enough to make a grown man weep for want of her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”
She elevated herself onto her tiptoes and pressed her lips to his. “Now make love to me.”

“Plan to.” He nudged her until she turned around then
gently guided her into position, her knees on the couch cushion, her hands braced on the arm of the sofa. He climbed on behind her, leaving one foot on the floor.

    Despite having taken him last night, she was still incredibly tight after such an extended period of abstinence.
Sliding in, he had to grit his teeth at the moist heat and suction. With only the head in, he already felt on the verge of losing control.

“Please,” Imani whimpered, spreading her thighs wider and backing into him.

Keith gripped her hips, and buried half his length in her. He slid back and then pumped into her again, this time not stopping until he was in to the hilt. She gave a startled cry. “Okay?”

“Oh, God, yes.” But she was trembling.

“More?”

“Please, yes.”

He thrust deep and hard. Once, twice. Imani came apart in his arms, crying out his name, stunning him. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, sucking him deeper. He halted his movement until she was no longer convulsing beneath him.

“I’m sorry,” she said, sounding embarrassed. “It-it was just so intense. I’ve never done it this way. I wasn’t expecting it.”

He chuckled somewhat breathlessly. “Don’t apologize for your pleasure. That is the whole point.” He sat back on his heel. “Sit in my lap.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. Kissing her neck, he cupped her breasts and teased the tips. “Do you think you could do that again?” He pumped up into her body.

“Oh, yes,” she breathed.

Keith snaked a hand down her belly and between her thighs. She was so wet. His fingers slipped over the tight bud of her clit as he started fucking her again. Hard and fast. Her soft cries filled his ears. She flung her head back over his shoulder. Pleasure skated up his spine as he took her pussy.

Their
sweat-slickened bodies collided together endlessly. She ground her hips into him, skewering herself on his cock.

“Oh, damn, baby,” he groaned into her neck.
“Your pussy is perfect. I could fuck you all night.” But he was getting close. He held Imani tight so that with each thrust, he buried himself as deeply as he could go. Imani’s cunt was clamped tightly around his member. His breath caught at the exquisite sensation of having his woman come on his cock. She moaned his name and dug her nails into his thighs. That small bite of pain was all it took to push him over the edge. His cock swelled right before jerking. He couldn’t stop moving his hips as he filled her with his seed.

    He felt slightly lightheaded with euphoria. He
hugged Imani. As he rested his head against hers, a prickling sensation slithered over his body from his scalp down to his toes. He recognized it as a tentative building of their bond. The connection was faint, barely a whisper, but he was so happy he could have cried.

Chapter Twelve

Imani hummed as she gathered her belongings at the end of the day. Other than locking the front door, she was done. Steph had just left. She opened her purse and took out her engagement ring. Simply the sight of it made her smile. When she’d shown the ring to Thea, the two of them had jumped up and down and squealed like little girls. As she was sliding the glittering ring on her finger, the door opened and Steph breezed back inside. “Forgot my phone.” The other woman stopped as she drew abreast of her. “What’s this?” Steph’s gaze immediately zoned in on her ring.

Imani groaned inwardly. She
hadn’t been comfortable wearing the impressive yellow diamond at work, the main reason being Steph. The woman was continually asking about her relationship with Keith. She’d seemed to expect they would break up. And anytime Imani did say anything about Keith, Steph would make a negative comment. “It’s my engagement ring.”

Steph frowned. “What? The two of you have barely been dating a minute. Are you crazy? The man could be a wife beater or a serial killer.”

“Thanks, Steph,” Imani snapped, having had enough of Steph’s blatant jealousy. “Would it really kill you to just say congratulations and leave it at that?” She zipped her purse and headed outside. Steph could lock up behind herself. She was in such a hurry that she bumped into a woman who was about to enter the library. “Oh, I’m sorry!”

“It’s not a problem. In fact, I’m glad that we bumped into each other. You’re exactly who I wanted to see.”

It was Harlow. Why was this woman still in town? “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Please. I want to apologize.”

Imani’s eyebrows rose. “Why? You’ve made your intentions quite clear.”

Steph chose that moment to exit the library. “You’re still here?” Her keys jangled as she pulled them out and locked the door.

“Not anymore.” The last thing Imani wanted was to introduce Steph to Harlow. Who knows what ideas she’d get if she found out Harlow was Keith’s friend. But apparently, they’d be the same thoughts Harlow herself had harbored. Harlow dogged her steps to her car. Imani climbed behind the wheel with the intention of driving off and ignoring the woman.

Harlow grasped the doorframe, preventing her from closing the door.
“Imani, please, listen. It was a mistake.”

She glared up at Harlow. As usual, Harlow wore all black. It was like her wardrobe was modeled after Morticia Addams. “You didn’t seem to think s
o at the time. In fact, I recall you encouraging me to leave.”

Harlow shrugged. “You can’t blame me for wanting Keith.
I tried and I failed. I’d like us all to be friends.”

    If Harlow had seemed genuinely apologetic, Imani possibly would have considered her plea. But looking into her eyes, she didn’t sense remorse. If anything, Harlow appeared contemptuous
of the situation in which she’d found herself. And there was also the fact that the woman had lied to her face and pretended to want to be her friend before. No way was she going to invite her back into her life.

“I can’t stop Keith from working with you. But as for a friendship between the two of us, it’s not happening.” She gripped her door handle and yanked it closed. As she drove off, Harlow stared after her. Imani suddenly recalled the dream she’d had of her and Keith being spied on by a female with long flowing hair. With a flash, she realized that the woman had been Harlow.

    She wasn’t seeing Keith tonight. He’d gone out to dinner with his brother. Hopefully he would call her when he got home. Harlow’s behavior roused an unsettled feeling of foreboding in her belly. She hoped she could make Keith understand.

***

Keith was exhausted. After stripping down to his boxers, he fell into bed. Bear claimed the spot next to him. Keith gave his head a brisk rub. He’d met Sean and Mystique at Il Terrazzo Carmine in Seattle. He loved his brother, but the man had the biggest ego of anyone he’d ever met. He wanted to act as the screenwriter, producer and director. Not to mention that he would get the main part in what he hoped would be a successful trilogy. Sean insisted that his having such control was the only way to ensure that they were satisfied with the finished product.

Keith would argue with him, but as annoying as the cocky bastard could be, he was very talented. And Sean worked hard. He wouldn’t expect the film to be a success simply because his name was attached to the project. Sean would make it a hit.

Tired as he was, he couldn’t go to sleep without hearing Imani’s voice. He’d missed her today. He’d wished she could come with him to Seattle.

His cell phone was on the nightstand. He reached for it and scrolled through his contacts for Imani’s name.
She answered on the second ring. “Keith, I’m so glad you called.”

Something in her voice had him sitting up
in alarm. “Imani, what’s wrong?”

She inhaled. “Harlow came to the library today. Did you know she was still in town?”

He frowned. What the hell was Harlow up to? He hadn’t seen her since the evening she’d surprised him in his bathroom. It had only been a few days. He’d been putting off having a conversation with her. Not that he would know what to say. So far he had been unable to convince her that a relationship between them wasn’t going to happen.

“I didn’t know she was here,” he said. But then, po
pping in and out of town wouldn’t be an issue for her. “Did she say something to upset you?”

“Not exactly. She apologized and offered to
be my friend.”

Like hell he believed Harlow meant that. “And you said?”

Imani snorted. “I turned her down. She looked like she was sucking on lemons. But listen, Keith, when I drove away, she stood there staring after me and it gave me the creeps. I know she’s your friend…”

“Imani, you don’t have to say any more. I’ll talk to Harlow
first thing in the morning.”

“Thank you.”

“You’ve got nothing to thank me for. I love you and I don’t want anyone making you uncomfortable. If she can’t accept that we’re together, then she isn’t my friend.”