Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
A Temperance pretzel… sounds fun
“Oh, yes. Rylan, oh.” His hands slid over my stomach, effectively pinning me down as his tongue did wicked things to my sex.
His stormy eyes watched me as he licked and sucked, and his fingers fucked.
I was gonna…
Something smacked me in the face, and I woke up.
“What the hell?” I shot up and felt a light weight fall into my lap.
“You were groaning. I was worried,” a soft voice broke through the dreamy haze lingering over my conscious mind.
I looked down to see my little familiar I’d named Edith.
Tarrin was right. Eventually she’d talk to me. And boy does she talk.
She slithered onto my hand, and I lifted her to my eye level to tell her gently, “I’m okay. It was just a dream.”
She wrapped around my finger and squeezed. A sweet snake-y hug.
We’d been together for three days, and I already felt like I couldn’t live without this dramatic, little noodle. While I wasn’t surprised when she started speaking, I was shocked when she spoke in full sentences. She was days old but had the mind and attitude of a pre-teen.
It was like mothering Piper all over again.
Which I secretly loved.
A commotion from the bathroom grabbed my attention, and Remy stepped out wearing a sports bra and yoga pants combo with a new hairstyle.
“Ooooh, I love your hair like that.”
She touched her new locs, and they shimmered with purple glitter as she lifted the long lengths to inspect. “I tried a new spell.”
“That’s fucking cool.” I felt Edith nod her head against my finger.
Remy shot me a tiny smile. “I got the idea from your list. Do something brave every day. Magically creating a hairstyle is brave as hell.”
She was right. What if she burned it all off? Or it turned to slime? Anything could happen being as unseasoned with magic as we were. But this was Remy we were talking about. The woman had been to space. Magic was something else she’d easily conquer.
Remy slid on some tennis shoes but stopped before leaving the room. “Do you wanna go with me to yoga?”
My chest tightened. Did I?
Try something outside my comfort zone
“Okay. Give me a few to find something to wear.” I stood with my familiar still in my hands and walked over to my dresser. I then set her on top where we had hooked up a mini, heated, stuffed moose for her to snuggle. “Edith, do you wanna go?”
A mixture of colors rolled over her scales as she shouted, “I can’t go out today! My colors aren’t working.”
The wiggly noodle proceeded to twist and twirl into a ball, showing her big belly scales. Her mouth opened wide like she died. I had learned that hognose snakes play dead when in danger. Mine played dead when she didn’t want to do something.
“Oh dear. Looks like my little noodle passed away from the color glitches.” I shook my head and scooped her up, gently placing her inside the open moose belly.
Remy laughed from behind us, and I quickly grabbed a pair of leggings from the drawer. Her familiar, an owl named Jemison, wasn’t dramatic like my Edith and I couldn’t help wondering if they matched our personalities in some way. Surely, I wasn’t that dramatic.
“I need to go shopping soon,” I announced while walking into the bathroom to get ready. “I have nothing to wear.”
Nope, not dramatic at all.
Piper’s clothes were fine, and I had adjusted to the new style. But even with access to a washer and dryer, they weren’t cutting it. I needed variety and warmer clothes for winter.
Until my shopping trip, soft leggings, an underwire bra, and my oversized sleep shirt tied into a knot at my hip would have to do for today.
I kissed my miraculously alive Edith on her snout and left for yoga with Remy.
An hour later I was on the floor on a mat, mirroring my dramatic familiar in a playing dead pose.
I thought yoga was simply touching your toes… and peace.
Wrong. I was dead ass wrong.
“My mind feels calm, and my body feels refreshed. Temperance?” Remy stood and looked down where I was still laying on the mat.
Dead Tempie.
Oh my God, I was dramatic. Edith came by it honestly.
“First time?” Remy asked.
“Yeah.” There wasn’t a yoga studio in my little mountain town. So, unless I drove the hour to a bigger city or watched a class online, it wasn’t happening. I was painfully out of shape.
Her hand shot toward me, and I reluctantly accepted her help to get up. “You did well. We should come back tomorrow.”
I scoffed. “Too soon. Let my body chill after turning myself into a pretzel before trying again.”
My body burned in places I didn’t even know existed.
“A Temperance pretzel… sounds fun.” A shiver coasted up my spine at the masculine voice. Remy dropped my hand, and the corner of her lips lifted as she looked at the billionaire behind me.
I slowly spun around to face him and instantly regretted it.
Rylan stood in the exercise room with a pair of black track pants and no shirt.
Correction.
There was a gray shirt, but it was draped over his shoulder.
Was he trying to cause people to lose control of their magic?
The magic spun inside my gut, and the hairs on my arms rose. To distract myself, I looked around and saw many people staring at him, murmuring to each other, faces turning pinker than before.
My hands ran down my sweaty face. “What are you thinking? You’re going to cause hearts to combust in here.” The crackling of magic was felt in the room like someone plugged us all in.
“Oh really?” He smirked, and I shot him a glare.
He was what… forty and looked like that? He had to know the effect he had on people. I wasn’t the only one squirming in the room.
Thankfully, Remy broke the tension. “I’m heading to the headmaster’s office now. He wants to talk with both of us before class starts.”
Rylan’s smirk fell, and his whole expression shifted into what I’d call business serious. No more playful man to be seen.
“Right.” He lifted his shirt over his head, and it clung to every one of those muscular bumps on his abdomen. Maybe running my hands over his chest (and lower abs) wasn’t a bad idea.
He coughed, and my gaze shot up to his. By the looks of that growing smirk, he liked catching me staring at his body again. I kind of wanted to curl up into a pitiful, humiliated bawl and play dead like Edith.
“I’m gonna shower and head to class,” I squeaked out. “I’ll see y’all there.” I waved to them both and nearly fled to my room.
“Fucking Rylan,” I cursed as I closed the bedroom door behind me. “Oh, sorry, guys.”
I remembered too late that I had another roommate. Well, two more if you counted. Both creatures were thankfully napping and didn’t pay my mutterings any mind.
I quietly grabbed black pants and a sweater, then tip-toed to the bathroom.
As I stood under the shower spray, visions of Rylan’s smile, his body with a dusting of chest hair, and glistening six-pack abs sent tingles down to my sex.
Instead of pushing the images away like I should have, I lowered my hands to my clit, to ease the pressure.
Too bad I didn’t know how to magically make my fingers vibrate.
“I hate that he makes me feel this way.”
With my free hand, I grabbed my breast and kneaded it. I hated he got me so hot so easily. I didn’t want to think about him, but damn if I didn’t have the best orgasm of my life doing exactly that.