Page 6 of Wickedly Yours

Willow might as well have the time alone to dance with her man. She was trying to play it off that there was nothing between them, but the way they looked at each other… it was obvious what was growing between them. It didn’t take a seer to tell that.

Damien was nothing like I’d ever imagined, and yet, he was undoubtedly perfect for her. And the way he’d watched her with a heated stare and the possessive growl when someoneelse had tried to move in on her?Hot.I fanned myself just thinking about it.

He was like a hero out of my romance novels, and I was decidedly envious. At one point, maybe I’d imagined that I’d find that too.

Not that I’d never been with a man before—I was no virgin and enjoyed sex. But relationships? That wasn’t something I’d ever found for myself. Maybe it was because I’d never really been interested in anyone else in town. Most of the guys here I had known since diapers.No thanks.

I still had time, though. At twenty-five, what was the rush? There were years left where I could have fun and mess around before I needed to think about meeting someone. Find a man I loved and wanted to start a family with.

A man who looked at me likethat.

But if anyone deserved love and a happy ending, it was Willow.

After our parents had died in an accident, she’d graduated college and come back to town, forsaking her own dream to help me start mine. The Witches' Brew wouldn’t have existed withoutbothof us. Willow had always been skilled at brewing potions, and she translated that into brewing thebestcoffee drinks in our entire town. I wasn’t biased, either. Everyone came in the mornings to get a drink from her.

Her recipes were magical. I’d loved our time being in business together, even if it was coming to a close. I could sense it. Willow liked to say that I was a seer,but I’d never really thought of myself like that.

All thirteen witches in my coven had a special ability given to us at birth. Mine wasPrecognition.Seeing the future in my dreams.

It should have been useful, but I rarely understood the premonitions, which made me feel slightly worthless.

What good was a gift if you couldn’t use it?

And yet… I had a good feeling about tonight, like I was supposed to be here, for whatever reason.

Brushing the thought away, I turned my gaze away from the dance floor. From my sister and her dark-haired suitor, who were still dancing close together. The bar, thankfully, wasn’t as loud, and it had been easy to flag the bartender over to get a drink. I’d chosen a stool in the middle, giving me an equal view of the place and both ends of the counter.

Swiveling back and forth, I took another sip of my drink. It was probably straight sugar, but it was pretty, which basically fulfilled my only two requirements for alcohol.

Only—holy hell. Goddess, I’d never seen anyone who looked likethat. In fact, I’d never believed in thetall, dark, and handsome strangerstereotype before. And yet, the man standing at the other edge of the bar was equally all three. He must have been ten years older than me, at least in his mid-thirties.

He looked almost familiar in a way that I couldn’t quite put my finger on. Although all it would take would be one touch…

My mouth watered, even as there was a part of me that wanted to do a one-eighty and run. That saw the beautiful man and thought,turn around, Luna. Look the other way, and don’t go over there.

But I’d never been good at listening to my intuition. No matter how good it was. It was one thing to see the future, and it was another to let that rule my life. Anything could happen, so why worry about it? There were plenty of times it hadn’t come true or had played out in completely different ways than I’d thought.

If I could foresee the ending of a fling before it even started, was it even worth pursuing it? Maybe not, but it’d been so long since I’d had an orgasm given to me by anyone other than myself. Even the battery-powered wand I kept in mynightstand drawer wasn’t the same anymore. I craved the connection. Craved intimacy. Something more.

So what was the harm? I didn’t have to see the future.

The man sipped from his glass of amber-colored liquid, and I slid off my stool, my feet hitting the floor before I’d even made my decision yet.

I’d always been the girl who kept looking forward. Asking myself what was next. I’d been asking that for the last year. I loved my life in Pleasant Grove, the bakery I ran with my sister, and having all of my coven at my side.

But something was missing.

Orgasms.Yes, that was definitely it.

He looked like he would deliver, too. His dark hair was cut shorter on the sides but still long enough on the top that there would be something to hold on to. And the way he stood at the bar, all cocky and assuming, spoke to something in me.

Would he like it rough?I bit my lip, letting my hips sway as I walked towards him.

I’d zeroed in on him like I was in a trance. But who could blame me? Handsome strangers rarely showed up in our town. I liked to blame the wards that the founders had put up around the town, keeping non-magical folk out of our little community, but it was more than that.

Maybe it was the realization that Willow was moving on. She was out there on the dance floor, dancing with Damien. Her something more.

That was the funny thing about fate. It hit you when you were least expecting it. Maybe I’d never see him again. But maybe… I could see where it went. Even if it would only last a little while.

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