Page 51 of Hot in Witch City
“Interested in getting to know you better.” He assessed me with a bold, appreciative stare.
My lady parts tingled with awareness, but it quickly vanished. Huh, I would’ve expected a stronger reaction from myself. After all, he was a stunning male specimen. I should have been picturing a slow seduction right now.
“Ready to go for a swim?” Max asked the group.
My mouth widened in surprise. He had to be joking.
When he and my mom stripped off their clothes right there in the living room, I gaped. The other women were undressing themselves, and I tried not to gape at their gorgeous bodies.
“Come on, let’s go,” Jakob said.
“Are you crazy?” I asked. “The water will be freezing this time of year.” After all, it was January in New England. The only people crazy enough to go in the ocean were those daring enough to run into Boston Harbor on New Year’s Day.
He laughed. “You’re funny. That won’t bother you.”
I blinked at him. He didn’t indicate anything to reveal he was kidding.
As he removed his clothes, whatever concerns I had faded. Damn, he was something to look at. All bronzed and chiseled. My gaze clung to his V. While he slid his pants down, he revealed he was commando—and well hung.
My mouth watered. It took a lot of willpower to raise my gaze back to meet his.
He had a hint of a smirk on his face. “You’re wearing far too many clothes.”
My mother called, “Come join us, Gianna.” She walked nude out the French doors toward a deck that extended into the harbor.
This is a bad idea,I muttered to myself. Still, curiosity propelled me to go along with it. Jakob strode outside, offering me some sort of privacy as I did so. It was hard to pay attention to what I was doing as my eyes were glued to his stride. His fine ass and strong legs were at a god level.
After I’d removed my clothes, I wrapped my arms over my breasts. Although I typically didn’t feel self-conscious, this situation made me far too self-aware.
I followed Jakob out to the beach and tiptoed across the cold sand and onto the dock. Jakob dove off it, resurfacing several dozen feet later where the others bobbed in the water. My mother treaded water near the dock.
“Come on in.” As she waved me over, her breasts bounced.
I toed the water off the deck and pulled it back at the icy touch.
“You’ll get used to it,” she encouraged. “It’s easier if you jump in.”
Forcing myself to brave the cold, I took a deep breath and then jumped in. Sweet jumping frogs, the water was freakin’ cold!
By the time I surfaced, the initial icy bite receded. I treaded water close to her.
“Ready to swim?” she said with a smile.
“I guess.”
She took my hand and pulled me with her as she dove under the water. Once I was submerged, I saw the others swimming ahead. Their bodies morphed before me, legs pulling together and forging and then transforming into tails.Tails.
Although I’d met the sirens in New Orleans and knew this was possible, I still gaped in awe. Long, vibrant, blue and green tails shimmered as they trailed their beautiful bodies beneath the water. Even Jakob had a silvery-blue tail. What was he—some kind of merman?
I turned to my mother. She’d released my hand as she swam. While she did, her legs transformed from the hips down, fusing together to become a turquoise tail. Astonishment flowed through me as I watched them glide. They each had what looked like gills on the sides of their heads.
My mother swam before me. She did some strange circling motion with her hands and then spread them in my direction. What looked like glowing ribbons swirled through the water and surrounded me. A strange tingling originated in my throat. A flash of terror rose as I feared I had to rush to the surface to be able to gasp air. As I did, it passed just as quickly. Somehow, I knew I could breathe underwater.
What in the wilderness of fucks was going on?
I’d always been able to hold my breath for long periods. The most I’d timed it at was twenty minutes. This was different, it wasn’t holding my breath, but actually breathing freely. I reached on the side of my face and color me captivated, but they were there—the strange gills that they had.
A magical tingling traveled from my chest down my core and through my legs. Unable to move them independently any longer, panic clutched my throat. I could still move my lower body, but in a far different way.
