Chapter 16

ARSEN

She wants me! Granted she wants my cock. But it's attached to me and that's progress. Rus laughs, biting his lip and adjusting his erection.

"Ah, my little sex bunny, this is going to be fun boys," he says, then slaps me on the back and walks over toward his truck, which is still on the porch.

"Ummm," Astor mumbles, then clears his throat. "Right, well…" he trails off then follows Rus to the bed of the truck as he lowers the tailgate.

My feet are frozen, and my blood is heated. I feel like some inexperienced twit or something. Should I follow her inside and make a move? She's obviously wanting me…

No, I don't want to move too fast.

Shaking my head, I join the guys and unload a bunch of random supplies. I can't believe Rus just carries all of this in the bed of his truck.

"So I was thinking today we could start repairing the stairs, so we can get up to the top levels," he mutters and I nod.

"Why can't you just finish renovations using magic?" Astor asks, and I have to admit I'm curious about that too.

"Because I don't know if the curse will break if we take the easy way out. The downstairs was a gift from my family, mainly because my mother walked in and had a fit about having to even stand in such a disarray. She's a bit of a princess."

Laughing, he looks at me as if I'm supposed to catch the joke. Furrowing his light blue brows, he pouts, then smiles.

"Interesting, my little babymaker hasn't told you yet…"

"Told us what? What more could there possibly be? We're standing here in a cursed town, trying to help a witch and a fae break a curse," Astor grumbles, moving a can of paint toward the front door.

"In time my little grasshoppies."

"Do you mean grasshoppers?"

"Potato, tomato. Now, let's get in there before she decides to fry my balls again. That little witch has a temper."

Leaving me and Astor out on the porch, I turn to my brother. "I have to say I'm surprised you agreed to stay. What about Texas? Your job?"

Pursing his lips, he pushes his dark hair behind his ears. He needs a haircut. "I could say the same for you, Sin. Are you okay with me staying and joining this little harem of Wynters?"

"If you had asked me before if I could share my dream girl with you, I would have said hell no and fought you for her, but now being here and learning about the curse, and hell even seeing glimpses of the future, I can't picture anything differently."

Nodding, he offers me his hand to shake, and I roll my eyes. Grabbing his palm, I pull him into a quick hug, making sure to thump him on the back a little harder than necessary.

Walking inside, I head right to the fridge out of habit. "Damn, we are going to need to fill this whole kitchen up. Three hours to go shopping? Think we should use my Costco membership?" Astor mutters, and I nod.

"Wouldn't be a bad idea. Stock up on baby things as well. I think we should start an Amazon cart too. Wynter mentioned in passing that Mavis, the lady at the motel that dresses like some type of motorcycle club groupie, said she would accept packages for her."

"Maybe I need to butter her up too. If I could become remote for a little while, then I wouldn't have to quit my job. Things to consider…"

Wow, he really is serious if he's willing to quit being a lawyer. He was on the path to becoming a partner of the law firm in two years.

"What about finding a practice in New York? I think you could commute there, or maybe Rus would portal you?"

"Hmm, not a bad idea…"

Rus shuffles in the kitchen, looking disheveled. Lucky guy. He walks over to the sink and turns the water on.

"Success! I wasn't sure if it would work. This water is from the springs of my home. The cleanest, freshest liquid you will ever have the pleasure of sipping."

"How? Ya know what? I don't want to know."

I leave him and Astor in the kitchen and walk outside. The yard looks better, but we still have a long way to go. Walking down the new wooden steps, I grab some of the yard supplies someone must have conjured, then get to work.

I'm soon joined by my brother and it only takes us a few hours to get the debris and garbage cleaned up.

Walking closer to the house, I plop down on a lawn chair and open the cooler beside it. Wynter magicked some beers for us before going back inside.

Her and Rus are in the downstairs bathroom arguing over what type of wood to use for the cabinets and marble for the countertops. It's getting pretty heated, and I know Astor is on edge as well.

I doubt Rus would ever hurt her, but they are at each other's throats.

Something crashes inside and I'm about to run in there to make sure they aren't killing each other when a soft moan echoes out the broken window.

"Lucky fucker," Astor mumbles, then takes the seat beside me. I hand him a beer and sigh.

"Should we walk around or something? Seems a little weird to stay here and listen to the soundtrack."

Astor glances around and nods. "Yeah, might as well check out our new home."

Standing, we walk back toward the town center. The gallows creep me the fuck out. Something cool touches my arm and I shudder.

"Arnie is that you?" I whisper, and Astor snorts.

"We are potentially dating a witch, and you are still afraid of ghosts? I thought you outgrew that before high school?"

Shaking his head, he walks off toward the garden Wynter told us about.

"I did outgrow that, but now I know that ghosts are real."

When I was little there was this woman who would hang around me. I thought she was my friend, but my parents became concerned when I was constantly talking to air. I saw a therapist who claimed it was an imaginary friend, but I continued to see her until I was almost fifteen-years-old.

I told people that I no longer did, but the truth is she was still around, hovering at times. She wasn't scary and didn't seem to die in some gruesome way, so her corporeal form didn't frighten me or anything.

It was just unnerving that I saw a ghost at all.

She was nice. Liked to sing me songs and tell me stories at bedtime.

Her name was Melisande and she told me once that she lost her children and had to watch over and protect those that would make a difference in her world.

Whatever that means. I haven't seen her in a long time and now that Astor has brought her up, I wonder if she still hangs around me. Maybe I could ask Wynter.

As we reach the garden, I pause and take in the beauty.

"It's amazing how magic works. This place is preserved, but the Nefari home was in ruins. We should explore more and see if the other homes are in such disarray."

"Another day. We should get back and think about lunch," Astor mutters, leaving the garden. I follow him, but something out of the corner of my eye has me stopping. A woman perches on the bench by the fountain.

Her clothes are old fashioned and she has a child's hand in hers. She smiles at me and I nod. Looks like I won't have to ask Wynter after all. Melisande is here.

"So what should we do while we wait on the guys?" I ask Wynter as she begins to put away dishes. Rus conjured plates and silverware. They are a weird pattern, but china is better than paper right?

Turning to face me, she rests her back against the sink. It's hot in here, so we opened the windows to let the breeze through.

I've removed my shirt, and I'm enjoying how Wynter's eyes keep drifting down my chest.

Resting my elbows on the island in the middle of the kitchen, I flex a little. Wynter licks her lips and squeezes her thighs together.

"Like what you see, dove?" Her green eyes widen, and her nostrils flare.

"You haven't called me that in a really long time, Sin."

"You avoided me after the wedding. All the times I called you and texted. The night I showed up with take out and wine…"

I was a total simp for her, but she was hurt and I thought after a little space she would come back to me.

She never did and the day she blocked me hurt more than I'd ever tell her.

WYNTER

"He was your best friend. I'd been hurt so many times, but if you'd chosen his side and cut me out… I had to cut the strings before you did."

Sin stands straight and moves closer to me. My heart is racing and butterflies flit around in my stomach.

Shaking my head, I turn and give him my back. "Lets just leave the past to rot and move on to the future," I mumble, hoping he takes the bait.

My hormones are insane and all of a sudden I feel like crying.

Placing his hand on my shoulder, he spins me back around, facing him. His skin is hot to the touch, and he's close enough to kiss.

God, he smells so good. Astor and him cleaned up the yard for me even though I could have done it with an easy spell.

The time and thought that he put into… Fuck, I'm getting sidetracked here.

Arsen says something again, but it's not computing. He's so damn hot.

"Wynter talk to me," Arsen pleads, but it's too much. I don't want to think about those days.

When I was lost in a sea of misery and hurt. I want my visions to come true, but at the same time I'm skeptical.

All these visions of what could be are fucking with my head and heart. What if this all blows up in my face?

What if I can't break this curse and they leave me too?

Things are changing too soon. Cirrus seems serious and we are having a baby together, but that doesn't change how I've been hurt in the past.

I was the one always left behind? Now I have a harem of men wanting me? Feels like a dream. Something that happens to other people, like Halee. Not me.

Is this really a curse? And if it is, how is healing the broken land going to cure it?

Seems too ridiculous.

This place is desolate. Where ghosts come to be forever lost. The Earth is scorched with a deep dark magic that even gives me the heebie-jeebies.

I look into Arsen's gray eyes. He looks so genuine and I know he has feelings for me.

He's always been a good friend and for a while there I'd forgotten. Even when he would hang out with Erick he would treat me with kindness.

Life would have been so much better if I'd chosen him instead of Erick. But then again maybe he would have left me too.

The curse is at fault right? So whoever I'd agree to marry would end up breaking my heart.

"All my life I've wanted one thing: A fairytale romance like in the movies. Call me a hopeless romantic, but my mother had a string of broken relationships. I never wanted that."

Taking a breath I think back to all those nights I would listen to her cry. The way she would get drunk and stumble out into the middle of the yard and curse the moon.

The countless moves we made because she needed to cleanse our future and make a new start. Just for it to happen over and over again.

Arsen steps closer to me. Raising his hand, I think he's about to place his palm on my cheek, but he stops himself at the last moment.

I wish he wouldn't though.

"When I became old enough to date I soon learned that I was just like my mother. No matter how hard I tried to be different. Men would walk all over me, crushing my heart without a care… I guess after time that hope just died alongside me."

"Wynter, you're not dead inside. I remember the girl who would bake us cookies and flit around like she was a host rather than a fiancée. It wasn't you. Erick was an asshole."

I snort and shake my head. "He really was, wasn't he? But it doesn't matter now. That was then. I'm choosing to live in the present these days. I'd accepted my future as a spinster."

"You could never be a spinster, Wynter. You're beautiful inside and out. You deserve to be happy."

Rolling my eyes, I sigh. "Obviously things are changing, Sin. I mean look at where we are. I'm having a baby…"

Arsen moves closer, finally placing his hand on my cheek. Leaning down he waits for me to tip my head up and kiss his lips.

Sparks run along my skin and I groan. Reaching up, I tangle my fingers in his dirty-blond hair.

He grabs my waist and turns me toward the island. Looks like I'm christening the kitchen today.

I mean the bathrooms have been broken in, and I can sterilize this counter later.

Pulling away to catch my breath, I give him a wink and trail my fingers down his naked chest until I reach his basketball shorts.

He's hard everywhere, and I can't wait to see how well he fills me. This isn't the first time seeing him naked, and it won't be the last.

Erick had a penchant for skinny dipping on camping trips and I remember how blessed Arsen and Astor are.

"Wait. Are you sure about this, Wynter, because once you give me a taste, I won't ever leave? You're my addiction, baby."

God, his words…

"Just kiss me, Sin," I mumble, ripping my top off and pressing my lips to his again. This time not stopping until my panties are drenched, and I can't breathe.

He tastes so good. Like coffee and syrup from his pancakes. There's a bitterness from the beer he sipped on earlier, but it's not off putting.

I want more. Shoving him away, I shimmy my pants down and jump up onto the island, spreading my thighs, showing him how soaked I am.

Licking his lips, he drops to his knees and grips his cock, giving it a squeeze through his shorts.

Moving closer to me, I place my elbows on the cool marble and lean back, waiting to see what he does next.

His hair is messy from my hands, and his lips are swollen from my kisses. He looks hotter than before, and I think I could come alone from watching him look at me.

His gray eyes are pools of silver, filled with desire.

Leaning down, he presses his nose into the slit of my thong and breathes. "Delicious," he growls, moving his hands along my thighs, pulling my ass off the counter and closer to his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," I whimper as his tongue brushes against the soaked lace and he groans.

"I hope these weren't special," he mutters, confusing me. Grabbing the straps on my hips, he rips the strings, destroying my thong and tossing it to the floor.

"Now where was I?" he mumbles, gives me a wink, then devours me. Using two fingers to spread me wider, he lifts my ass with one hand and fucks me with his tongue.

My thighs tremble and I wrap my legs around his neck, pulling him closer to my slit.

I am so damn close already, but I need more.

"Please, Sin," I whine and he laughs, swirling his tongue inside of me, like I'm an ice cream cone.

God damn! This man is too good at this. I have never been eaten out this way before and if he keeps it up I may require this kind of attention two, three times a day.

I am drenched. I can feel my juices dripping down my crack and puddling on the counter.

I might need to replace this marble when we are done.

Sucking my clit, he thrusts his thick fingers inside of me. "Oh, more. More," I chant and he sighs.

Pulling away, he looks up at me with a smile, and I'd take a photo of the way his lips are glistening if my vagina wouldn't be in the shot.

A mental snapshot will have to do for now.

I drop my legs and he stands, leaning over me and letting me taste myself on his lips.

Groaning, he distracts me with his mouth as he pulls his cock out of his shorts and glides the smooth tip along my slit.

I want him so badly, I am shaking. My heart is racing and my magic is going haywire inside of me.

I have never had a reaction to someone like this and it makes me wonder if he's a part of breaking this curse.

I'm supposed to right what was wronged…

I get lost in my thoughts as he shoved himself into me with a hard quick thrust.

"Fuck, you're so big," I whimper, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulder.

Cirrus is big too, but Sin… Ugh, I don't know if I'm going to be able to walk after this.

"Wynter, shit, you're too…" Pulling away, he looks down at where we are connected and places his thumb against my clit, rubbing gently as he fucks me harder into the counter.

My legs shake, and I try to wrap them around his waist, but I'm struggling. I'm on the edge, and by the way his face is turning red, and he's biting his bottom lip, I think he's on the brink too.

"So fucking good," he groans, moving faster. "Not going to last," he mutters before pinching my clit hard.

I see stars, rainbows, unicorns, the whole mother fucking shebang as I explode all over him, drenching us both.

"Yes, baby, you take me so well," he grunts, gripping my thighs and slamming me harder onto his cock as he fills me with his cum.

I know I'm already pregnant, but fuck.

Resting his face between my boobs, I realize that I never removed my bra. Kissing my cleavage, he groans.

His cock is still twitching inside of me, and I want more.

I'm still shaking, but I'm not done. I want this man for round two, three, four, forever.

Wrapping my legs around his toned waist again, I arch my back, slipping deeper on to his cock.

"Fuck, baby, I knew you would be my heaven," he groans, and I moan, biting my bottom lip.

Moving his hips, Sin grinds against my clit, and I see stars. His cock is getting harder by the second. All I want is for him to turn me around, bend me over this island and smack my ass, as he rails into me punishingly, but I'm not sure that's safe being pregnant.

Lifting his head, he presses his lips against mine, kissing me slowly, tangling his tongue with mine.

It's almost sweet, sensual. I've never been treated so delicately in my life, but I love it.

"You are my greatest fantasy come to life and now you're mine, dove," he mumbles against my lips and I sigh.

Picking up the pace, he thrusts a little deeper inside of me, and I'm already close to exploding when I hear loud noises in the backyard.

Sitting up, I wrap my thighs tighter against him, grinding my clit on his public bone.

Looking over Sin's shoulder, I can see that Cirrus and Astor are back with lunch.

Seems he decided to portal his truck again. At least this time it's not on the porch.

The loud music playing from the truck cuts off as Cirrus opens his door and climbs out.

Sin glances at me, and I shake my head with a whimper as he pulls out of me and pulls his shorts back up.

His cock is still hard, and I petulantly mumble a spell to redress myself, then climb off the counter and rush to the bathroom.

Before I can get too far, Sin spins me, kissing me once more.

"Next time you won't be leaving my cock until your legs are jelly, and you can't walk."

A whimper escapes my lips and he lets me go with a smirk. Glancing into his eyes as I leave the room, he gives me a wink and I know this means it isn't over… and I'm okay with that for now anyways.