Page 29 of Perfectly Perfect Pixie

The cool night air hit me, and I tilted my face into the light breeze. My skin was still flushed with the alcohol I’d consumed. I’d sobered some but was still riding a blissful high.

Lucroy led me to a running Jeep, keys inside.

“Where’s your fancy car?” I asked while climbing into the passenger side. The Jeep was high enough off the ground I had to do a little hop and flutter of my wings.

Lucroy bent over me, stretching the seat belt over my shoulder and clicking it in place. “It’s in storage for now,” he answered, pushing my hair behind my ear.

I leaned into his touch, rubbing my face against his hand like a kitten.

Lucroy’s fingers stilled.

At some point, I’d closed my eyes. When I opened them, I caught the slightest hint of crimson shift through Lucroy’s endless black orbs.

“Why storage?” I asked, not wanting to let Lucroy go.

A heavy pause filled the night air. Finally dropping his hand, Lucroy leaned back and answered, “It was no longer practical for the lifestyle I intend to live.” With that said, he shut the passenger side door. Between one blink and the next, Lucroy was beside me, the Jeep heading out of the parking lot.

“You don’t have to drive me home. I could call a rideshare,” I said on a yawn, suddenly sleepy. “I don’t mind.”

“But I would.” Lucroy’s tone was lighter than before. “As Leon said, the sun will not be up for close to three hours. That is plenty of time to make certain you get home safely.”

Wiggling, I finally got my wings into a more comfortable position. Sometimes I envied fairies’ ability to eliminate their wings. They were always there, waiting to be let loose, but not in the way. Despite how cumbersome they could be, I wouldn’t trade my life of flight for anything. I couldn’t imagine being unable to flit within the branches of my beloved apple trees.

“Are you uncomfortable?” Lucroy asked, voice thick.

“Not anymore.” I smiled, leaning my head back against the headrest.

The radio was on, but I didn’t know the song. It sounded like something old, but it was pleasant.

“You know,” I started, “if you’d let me call a rideshare, I could stay longer.” I tilted my head, gazing at Lucroy’s profile. His lips didn’t so much as twitch. Lucroy really was hard to read.

“You would desire that?” Lucroy didn’t take his eyes off the road.

I wasn’t sure if the honeysuckle mead made me bold or if I was simply tired of beating around the proverbial bush. My fingers hesitantly touched Lucroy’s arm, trailing the soft cotton shirt until my warm digits met his cool wrist. Fascinated, I watched as Lucroy’s nails lengthened into dangerous talons.

“Peaches.” My name was little more than a garbled growl. “While your touch is welcome, it is not safe while I am driving. I’m afraid my control isn’t what it should be.”

I pulled back, slowly settling my hand back on my lap. I should have been frightened. Another pixie might have been, but I wasn’t. If anything, Lucroy’s response heated my skin and hardened my cock. He was always so damn stoic, so in control. Knowing I could disrupt that calculated cool was thrilling. It also made me feel powerful.

Lucroy’s nails slowly shortened back to human normal. “Thank you.”

“No worries, but just to let you know, when we stop, I plan on touching you again.”

Lucroy barked out a laugh. “Are all nature pixies so forward?”

I shrugged, unsure. “I have no idea. Social pixies probably are. I suppose it depends on the pixie.”

The irregular bump and crunch of the gravel road leading to Mulligan’s Orchard—my orchard—rocked the car, but the Jeep handled it with grace. We passed through my barrier with ease, and my body instantly relaxed. I hadn’t even realized I’d started feeling poorly until the relief of being home slammed into me. Most likely, the mead had covered the symptoms or at least made me care less about them.

Placing the Jeep into park, Lucroy turned in his seat. “I believe it is a good thing I didn’t wait longer to deliver you home.”

“Hmm . . . maybe.”

Goddess, there was nothing like being back on my bonded land. Tiny, brilliant bright white lights darted toward us, zipping around. My spelled earpiece was in my pocket. I could have put it back in, but I didn’t. I sat, listening to the high-pitched clicks and chatter surrounding the vehicle.

“It looks like your sprites are happy you’re back.”

“They aren’t the only ones.”

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