Page 105 of Séance

Maybe I should be concerned that we’re out in public, his hand in my pants and his cock pressing against my ass, but I really don’t give a damn. All that matters is that he doesn’t stop. I practically quiver in anticipation of his next move, not sure I’m even breathing.

Breathing istotallyoverrated when his fingers brush against my clit.

I watch the guys doing their best to ignore the girl, searching the books and pulling almost every single copy of occult-related tomes off the shelf. With each new book added to the pile, Gunner slowly flicks my clit over and over.

I’m so wound up that I arch into each stroke, balanced on my tiptoes, every muscle in my body strung tight. It’s only when he leans down and bites my neck roughly that I explode. To muffle my cry, I sink my teeth into his palm, riding his hand until the pleasure slowly fades.

The rest of the world rushes back, and I find myself slumped against Gunner, only his arm and his weight pinning me to the shelves keeping me upright. The pressure of his cock, still long and hard against my back, sends another wave of longing through me, like I didn’t just have the world’s most amazing orgasm.

“If you continue to be such a good girl, maybe I’ll give you a bigger reward later.” With a hum of approval, Gunner removes his hand from my mouth, then he stoops to kiss the sensitive bite mark on my neck. He brushes his fingers back and forth over the front of my panties, and I shiver, not the least bit surprised my panties are soaked.

“I’ll be good.” I peer up at him, huffing in annoyance that he’s so tall, I can’t reach up to kiss him. I have to settle for just a light brush of my lips against the underside of his jaw. “Your orgasms are so much better than the ones I manage on my own.”

His blue eyes darken to cobalt, and his throat bobs when he swallows hard. His arm tightens around me, and I swear he’s seconds away from throwing me over his shoulder and sprinting out of the store. Before he can move, Jameson and Jaceson stroll toward us down the aisle.

With a growl of annoyance, he caresses my clit one more time—a taunt and warning—before he reluctantly removes his hand from my pants.

The twins don’t even blink at the action, telling me they know exactly what he did to my body. Jameson doesn’t hesitate to come up to me and kiss the tip of my nose. “Did you enjoy yourself, pookie?”

I shiver at his husky tone, a blush heating my cheeks at his knowing look. I clear my throat, pretending that my body doesn’t ache for more. “Very much.”

“Good,” he murmurs, then he tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “We’ll purchase our books, then head home to get ready for the party. Sound good?”

I nod mutely, the worry lingering in the back of my mind that he might be upset fading before it can even take hold. He brushes a thumb over my cheek, then winks down at me. “The blush looks good on you.”

My cheeks heat even more. When he turns, he shoves his nearly towering stack of books into Gunnar’s gut, forcing the big man to take them or risk dropping them. They bicker back and forth, Gunner grumbling under his breath, but they head toward the counter without breaking out into a fistfight.

I’ll take that as a win.

Jaceson falls into step behind me, carrying his own stack of books. I eye them dubiously, then raise my brows at him. “Doing some light reading?”

He shrugs noncommittally, not even struggling under the weight of his load. “James wants to learn everything he can on your…special ability. He’s determined to become an expert.”

My heart melts at Jameson’s thoughtfulness, a tiny smile curling my lips as I trail after the guys.

“He’s not wrong.” Jaceson keeps pace at my side, peering down at the books in his arms. “You mentioned you didn’t knowmuch about what you’re able to do. Maybe some of these will help.”

Doubtful, but I keep my mouth shut.

Most people who have the gift usually pass their knowledge on from one practitioner to the next, the information staying in the family. The books the guys carry are either new age junk or a hodgepodge of odds and ends, worthless bits of information added to sell books, but it’s the thought that counts.

Brenda is waiting behind the counter, because of course she is. She smiles brightly at the guys, then she pulls out an old Ouija board from under the counter that has seen better days. “I managed to locate this old thing in the back. Do you want me to ring it up? If you bring it to the party tonight, I can personally show you guys how it works!”

It’s all I can do not to recoil. I’m not sure what disgusts me more, the Ouija board or the girl herself. Before the guys can answer her, I touch Jameson’s arm and shake my head. “Not the board. I don’t want that thing anywhere near us.”

Brenda scowls and drops the board to the counter, the box banging so loudly that I startle. “If you knew anything about the occult, you would know Ouija boards are a harmless way to contact the dead when you have a proficient user to guide you.”

Her voice is so snooty and snide that I barely resist the urge to lean over the counter and break her nose with my fist. The only thing stopping me is the idea of being dragged back to the police station.

The guys turn toward me for confirmation, silently asking me if I want to keep the board…or maybe they are asking me to beat up Brenda for them, depending on who you look at.

I just shrug, unable to hold back my grimace at Jameson’s question.

“She’s technically not wrong,” I admit reluctantly, ignoring the way Brenda grins triumphantly. “But since most peopleare clueless about how to use the board properly, it’s very dangerous.”

Brenda plops her hands on her waist, cocking her hip out. “I’ll have you know?—”

“The instructions on the box are a joke. A full ceremony is needed to open proper communication with the dead, ensuring malevolent spirits can’t take control and terrorize people. Without the right incantations and warding, you could wake up the next morning with a bloody knife in your hand and your family slaughtered and no recollection of killing them.”

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