Page 52 of Cursed Love
“Absolutely not,” Ryan said in agreement.
The men continued with all their reasons she should not leave the condo. Brandy tuned them out halfway into their lecture and stood. Ryan tilted his head with a silent question, but she ignored him and walked to her room.
“More like a jail cell,” she muttered to herself as she stepped inside.
With a flick of her wrist, she shut the door using her powers and locked it for good measure. The three of them meant well, but they did not understand her. She had lived in a household with all males, everyone trying to run her life. She hated it… and found her way to rebel.
Brandy needed her life back, and the only way for it to happen was to prove them wrong.
Chapter 20
For three long days, she focused on her magic. They wanted her to improve and she had. She used her magic to do everything: brush her hair, make the bed, brush her teeth, and shower. She memorized ten more spells in addition to the twelve she had learned at the cabin. She also practiced calling the elements.
The more she used her magic, the less recovery time she needed. The men watched her carefully and obsessed about whether she pushed too hard. She couldn’t imagine doing it any other way. Ryan had had a lifetime to learn everything. That luxury was never given to her.
Peter continued teaching her self-defense, but this time in a room filled with pads. It was softer than landing on the forest’s hard ground. Her goal was to go ten minutes against Peter without dying of exhaustion or crying mercy… She was at eight.
There had been one other change, one she refused to tell them about because it was her free pass to fresh air. During one of her many hand-to-hand training sessions, she froze Peter… in midair. She tested the new power around the men a few times, but so far, no one had noticed when they were stilled.
Cabin fever was in full force. Needing to get out, she planned on using her new power to her advantage after breakfast, if only for a short walk.
Ryan’s brows drew together. “You look…nice?” he said hesitantly.
She raised a brow and crossed her arms under her breasts.
“I mean, you’re not—”
“Not what,honey?”
He raised his hands in surrender. “Nope. I’m done. You look great.” He grabbed her hips and pulled her against him.
She ran her fingers up his chest and linked them behind his neck. Her heart pounded against her ribcage with the simple touch.
Touch.
There had not been much touching since coming together, since their magical explosion in the forest. Sure, they had made out, but he’d stopped them from going further and only kissed her good-night before leaving her alone. Her instincts told her it was connected to his newfound knowledge of the curse.
Their kiss deepened, and he lifted her onto the kitchen table. She spread her legs, welcoming the intimacy of the position when he closed the distance. Her head lolled to the side as he left a hot trail of kisses down her neck and over the tops of her exposed breasts. His fingers massaged her thighs, kneading the flesh and teasing her with each pass.
He seemed to want her as badly as she wanted him. A moan slipped from her lips as she slapped one hand behind her on the table to hold her upright.
“I can’t stop thinking about you… about us,”he said.
His fingers slipped under her shirt. His warm hands caressed the skin of her waist. Brandy’s breast begged for his attention as he inched farther up her ribs.
“Yes! I need you,”she said.
His lips crushed hers, their tongues tangling in a vat of need. Leaning into the kiss, she explored his chest, stomach, and the bulge in his pants. When he paused at the feel of her hand stroking his jean-clad length, her mouth tipped up.
Reveling in his answering moan, she sucked on his tongue. She took her time mimicking how she wanted to taste him.
“Fuck, I can feel that in—”
Another moan slipped free from Ryan before he could finish his thought.
She never enjoyed going down on Greg, but the idea of Ryan in her mouth made her wet. She wanted to run her tongue along his length and taste him, especially the little drops she was sure were beaded at the tip of his head.
“I want to taste you,”she said.
