Sia (Naughty Witches Book 3)

by Erin R Flynn

  Table of Contents

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  Epilogue

  Find A New Series To Love…

  About the Author

  Other Titles by Erin R Flynn

  A Supernatural Script Inc. Book

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  Sia Rockwell’s day is looking up when a hot guy shows up on her doorstep and says he’s there to help her. And help she needs, as she’s being harassed and attacked on several fronts, struggling to keep up with all the crazy. While she finds his stern, intelligent vibe hot, she can’t resist teasing the overly rigid guy.

  Deon Brinx’s first impression of his new boss is she’s a total ditz. A gorgeous ditz, but one nonetheless. The problems she has are valid, but she makes her life so much more complicated than it needs to be.

  Or does she? When he takes a moment to see past the frazzled exterior and get to know the witch, he sees he’s the one who’s missed what’s going on.

  And how special she truly is. When her troubles kick up his protective instincts and all he can see is her, he realizes how much he needs her. Luck better be on his side, because nothing scares Sia more than commitment and relationships.

  Naughty Witches is a sizzling hot paranormal romance novella series with strong female leads, fun so sexy it raises the temperature, and mismatched people who find HEAs that give us all hope fate won’t forget us. Each book is a new pairing in the same world, with an overall series arc.

  1

  Sia

  Any day a hot guy shows up to my house is a good day in my book, and the super-smoking-hot guy standing on my porch kicked up my day to amazing. I eyed him over with appreciation, thanking Gaia for making such a specimen for all women to get to enjoy looking at.

  He was taller than my five-four—not that it was hard to be taller than me—but by at least a foot. His chocolate hair was wavy with a bit of a curl on the ends—and hung in his intense steel blue eyes that were gorgeous. His rimless glasses seemed to only enhance the almost stern vibe I got from him.

  He wasn’t huge in build, leaner and probably defined, but his presence made him seem much bigger.

  It was hot.

  Really fucking hot.

  “Sia Rockwell?” he asked when I kept enjoying the view longer than was polite.

  “Depends who’s asking,” I teased, knowing I had been rude and wanting to poke him because he was so stern. I even batted my eyelashes at him. “And you are?”

  The corner of his mouth twitched, which I took as his amusement. “Deon Brinx. Meave Washington says to ‘peel the gourds and scrub hard.’”

  I opened my mouth but then closed it, frowning. “I forgot the code phrase but that sounds like one of hers.”

  He narrowed his eyes at me. “I don’t know what it means, but as the security specialist she sent to help you out, I’m telling you that forgetting the code phrase to verify the person is who they’re supposed to be isn’t very secure.”

  I ignored the lecture and moved to the side, waving him in. “A bath loofah is actually a plant, a gourd that grows like a cucumber. You soak them, peel them, remove the seeds, and dry them out to get what you see in stores. She’s making another growing joke.”

  “You should still verify with her my name and a picture,” he told me. He sighed when I simply closed the door behind him and locked it. “And now you just locked yourself in with a stranger you haven’t verified.”

  “What if you had more men to let in? Should I have left the door open for them?”

  “Not a bad thought but I can see you’re just teasing me,” he muttered as I turned and led him to my office. “Meave was rather vague what you needed done besides you had to take everything offline because you were being hacked.”

  “And my shop was robbed again. It’s closed at the moment.” I was seriously upset about that, and my fun at teasing him deflated fast. “It’s closed down while repairs are made, but Meave promised she knew someone who could help and come up with a better plan. So I’m not trying to reopen before Christmas, though I lost a lot of sales and stock because of that.”

  “I’m sorry to hear that.” He sounded sincere and not just because of the loss. But he was of a witch bloodline, so he had to understand how horrible it was for a witch to have her magic abused or stolen.

  Or maybe not if he came from a BDE witch family.

  I turned on the computer and logged in before I handed him the paper I’d left on the desk.

  “That’s the college kid I had set up my site and online store for me. He cleaned up a few of the messes after being hacked, but he says he can’t keep it going and it’s not something he wants to keep touching.”

  He nodded, taking it but then giving me a curious look. “What is the purpose of you getting hacked besides client credit card information? It’s odd it happened more than once.”

  “They didn’t hack me for that,” I explained as I stood and moved out of his way. “They want my recipes. Whoever it is, they’re trying to hack my actual business stuff thinking they can get access to my product information.”

  Understanding filled his eyes. “Which is also why your store keeps getting robbed. People want more or they think you have something there they can use to get your ingredients list.”

  I shrugged. “Probably, as they don’t know it’s magic. Or maybe they do and want the potions for themselves to try and recreate—but my magic is rooted in potions like Meave’s in glamour and charms. We can each do that magic, but it’s our specialty along with nature magic all witches have. People can’t get onto the property to—”

  “I did,” he argued.

  I gave him a wink. “Because you didn’t mean to harm me physically. Otherwise you couldn’t have—the button to open the gate wouldn’t have worked. The gate and fencing are spelled that way, and if someone tries to cut it or bust it, all hell breaks loose. It’s why no one’s been able to try here or my brew house.”

  “Got it. I’ll get started here with an assessment, speak with this guy, and check out the shop before coming to an outline of services and price.”

  I waved it off. “If Meave trusts you, whatever is fine. You don’t need the song and dance and proposal with me.”

  “But—”

  “Meave Washington is fierce and if you upset me she would eat you and we both know it.”

  I left him to the office, headin
g back to the kitchen, where I was working on an idea. If Meave said he was good to go, he was good to go and it was done in my mind.

  I got lost in my head for the next hour and honestly forgot someone was in my house until he cleared his throat behind me. I gave a yelp and spun around, flinging what was in the bowl I was holding as I did.

  My eyes went wide and I hurried to him after it splashed on his clothes.

  “Take it off. Take it all off quick,” I ordered, hurrying to rip off his button-up shirt as he grunted in pain. “It’s caustic. Sorry, shit, sorry, I wasn’t finished.”

  He took over and I went for the right potion to heal him, wincing when I saw most of it seemed to have landed on his lower stomach and groin.

  Oh, ouch!

  I moved him over to a chair and sat him on it as I opened the lid and squatted down to start applying the potion. Even distracted and worried for him, I couldn’t ignore the crazy defined muscles and ripped abs.

  “That helps,” he groaned deeply. “The burning is dying.”

  “Good, that’s the first step,” I told him as I kept applying it, not shy even if it was an interesting area… Especially when I had to lather it on his monster cock.

  And I do mean monster. The thing was huge when not hard and as I put on the cream it grew. He cleared his throat but then moaned again as the potion did its job.

  I got the rest of the areas affected and checked him over, and not just because I wanted to stare at such a huge cock. Damn it looked nice and tempting. Most women might run from such a thing, but I liked a challenge and pushing the limit.

  “Did I miss anywhere?” I asked, still focused on helping him first.

  He shook his head after a moment. “The burning stopped and now it’s starting to tingle.”

  “That’s the healing,” I assured him. “Better?”

  I fidgeted a bit, knowing exactly how good that potion felt. I set down the bottle on the counter and met his gaze, waiting for an answer.

  “Yeah, thanks,” he panted.

  “Sorry I hurt you,” I murmured, moving closer, too focused on what he was feeling instead of using my brain. “Do you mind? It feels amazing.” I gestured to his lap, the potion slathered on him.

  “What? Yeah, amazing,” he groaned. “Sure.”

  I straddled his lap and sat down, taking the head of his cock inside of me with a deep moan. I let gravity work more of him in me until his hands grabbed my ass and stopped me.

  I blinked at him, his shocked look reigniting my brain. “Oh, sorry, I should have specified I wasn’t wearing panties and I wanted to feel the potion too.”

  “Maybe,” he bit out, groaning when my body reacted and I got wetter. His hands let go of me and I slowly slid down him until he hit my cervix in a delicious way. “Porn is a reality in this house.”

  I giggled softly. “You are not the first to say that and you just admitted to watching porn.”

  He raised an eyebrow at me. “You just sat on a stranger’s cock to feel a potion without explaining that was what you meant and you’re teasing me because I’ve watched porn?”

  I smirked at him. “Don’t worry, I have too.” I let my head fall back as the potion kept working. “This feels fucking amazing.”

  “Yes, you do,” he murmured. I gave him a smirk when I lifted my head and he cleared his throat. “Are you not going to move? And I don’t mean to be rude, but how did you just get me to fit like that?”

  I couldn’t even tease him about his ego because it was a valid question with such a monster dick.

  I gave a half shrug. “I might have had some fun this morning when I was frustrated and it made it possible.” I raised an eyebrow when he nodded. “Are you complaining I’m too loose?”

  He sputtered a bit. “No, you’re still strangling me, believe me, and I would never judge a woman like that.”

  “Good boy,” I praised, rolling my hips. “Did you mean move like get off of you or move like that?”

  “Move like that. Please.”

  “What was that?” I taunted as I did it again.

  “Please, oh fuck, please, please, you feel amazing.”

  I preened at the praise even if I pushed him to say it as I leaned back on my hands on his knees. I started moving, enjoying his body as much as he seemed to enjoy mine.

  It wasn’t enough though because of his size, and I used my feet as I wrapped my arms around his head, practically mashing his face against my still covered tits. I took off his glasses so they didn’t hurt either of us and rode him good.

  “I’m using what you give me for my magic,” I warned him.

  “Shit, I totally forgot I’m not wearing a condom.”

  “Silly boy,” I cooed. “I’m a witch. We’re covered, believe me.” I pressed my lips to his ear. “Or did you want to breed my pussy?”

  “No, you’re not a mare,” he growled as he moved his hands to my naked ass to help. “I hate men who say that about women. You’re not alive to be bred.”

  Yeah, but a lot of witches were treated that way, as if all our worth was the magic in our bloodline we would be bred to pass on instead of caring for the magic we had. Sometimes bloodlines collected witches with specialties or rare talents like my friend Briony, who made totems.

  Mine sure tried to, but I ran from them over a century ago with her help. I was probably the strongest potion witch born in centuries, and a lot of people had wanted that for themselves.

  They still did, which was why Meave didn’t fuck around when problems had started for me again. I doubted she would ever have guessed it turned out like this, but well, stranger things had happened than a kinky hookup.

  “Sia, Sia, please, come, I can’t hold out longer,” he begged me, and I shivered at the sound of hearing it from his lips. Shit, now I wanted full fun with him.

  “Has it been that long for you?” I teased.

  “Yes,” he grunted, letting me know he really was close.

  I reached down and teased my clit, my skirt hiding what he obviously wanted to see as he narrowed his pretty eyes at me. I fisted his hair and nuzzled his neck as I came, moaning in his ear at how good it felt.

  He followed me right over, finishing so hard I actually felt it inside of me. Damn, he’d needed that, and from the amount he kept filling me with, it had been gathering a while too.

  “Holy fuck,” he gasped when we were done.

  I chuckled, kissing his cheek as I stood. “And that wasn’t even the full Sia Special.”

  “Oh?” he asked, his voice deeper than before, huskier in a way I really liked. I felt his eyes on me like a predator ready to strike as I moved around the kitchen counter. “And what’s that?”

  I gave him a wink as I stopped in front of the sink. “You have to be a really good boy to find out, much less experience it.” I glanced down at the mess and chuckled. “Wow, that’s an impressive amount of cum from one round. You needed that.”

  He didn’t answer, which was smart, because that was sort of a field of landmines depending on which way he went. I cleaned up, using the remainder of the potion with my magic as the catalyst to send our mess as the offering to Gaia to bless the greenhouse with magic and growth.

  “Not even a mark,” he whispered in awe.

  I glanced over to see him studying his stomach and affected area. “No, and I don’t sell that because it would be obvious as not normal. That’s my personal emergencies healing potion. You will be sensitive in the area it touches for the next day, but I can’t think that would be a burden given how good it feels.”

  He nodded, glancing over to what was left of his clothes and frowning.

  I snapped my fingers. “I might have something that fits you.”

  “Oh? You live with someone?”

  “Nope,” I chirped. “Men tend to leave their stuff behind now and again. No point in throwing it away when something else always seems to get ripped off.”

  “Not in my life,” he grumbled just before I was out of earshot.


  Poor guy. His personality must suck because there was no way someone that hot had a dry spell otherwise.

  I found some shorts that weren’t useful for winter but better than naked. The hoodie would help, and in case he didn’t want to wear his dress shoes in that, I found flip-flops.

  He gave me a wry look when I handed it over. “It’s December in Nebraska.”

  “Oh, I didn’t realize,” I chuckled as I tossed it to him. He could take it or not. “What were you coming to tell me?”

  I grabbed my mop and bucket, wanting to clean up the mess before it transferred onto anything else and caused more problems.

  “That your actual computer was infected with a worm to gather information. Taking it offline was a smart move, as they didn’t get much and nothing useful from what I’ve found. Do you actually keep your recipes on there?”

  “No, I’m old school,” I answered. “My grimoire is locked up safe.”

  “I didn’t know witches actually used them.”

  I frowned as I glanced at him, thinking he had very nice legs as he pulled on the shorts.

  “It depends on the witch’s focus or abilities. I’m mostly potions, whereas others it’s about intent or focusing energy. What I do is more like magical cooking, which is why I can’t actually cook worth shit as my brain is rooted in magical cooking.”

  “I see.”

  I wasn’t sure he did or if he was just filing it away for later.

  “I’ll have to bring some other items to clean it up and I need to speak with that guy before I start on the site issues.”

  I nodded after I cleaned up the mess. “That’s fine. I hung out here to meet up with you but I’m normally in my brew house during the day. You’re fine to work here while I am.”

  “Do you really call it that?” he asked after a few moments.

  “I do,” I chuckled softly. “It’s an ongoing gag as I make my own essential oils for my products, and that means a bunch of distillers and beer jokes were going, so I went with it.” I shrugged. “I’ve had a few witch jokes thrown at me too because most think I’m Wiccan and new-agey, which tickles me because new age is normally rooted in very old practices so it’s not new at all.”