Hex upon Me

by Beth Mikell

  His pupils dilated at the sound of her desire infused voice; he shed his jacket, tossing it. He reached behind his neck for his shirt and rid himself of the material in one fluid motion up over his head, shucking it on the floor. Hex didn’t wait for her to drink her fill, reaching for her, untying the robe belt at her waist, parting the edges, he nearly came. Her naked body glimmered under the dim lighting—her plump breasts full and inviting--her lithe long legs belting him with promises between the unspoken.

  “God…” he whispered, his face flushing crimson with desire as his erection pounded hard against the seam of his jeans.

  Savannah stepped closer, flipping her long hair behind her back, her eyes full of dark passion and she cupped him between the legs, he hissed. “Enough foreplay--don’t make me wait.”

  A violent rush of physical need released between them and Hex grabbed her, lifting her to sit on the table beside the door, parting her legs to move in close. Lips met in frenzied electricity, zipping over tongues, heat and raw hunger. He reached for her sweet tempting breasts which begged him with pursuit, fitting his hands over her softness, rolling her nipples between his fingers until Savannah broke free, moaning in her throat.

  “Hex…”

  He needed no more encouragement as he bent down and sought her deep, pink nipples, rasping both with his tongue. So drunk on her taste, his blood rushed up in his ears, pelting him with a throb of longing. The spring scent of her skin sanctified his overwrought nerves on high alert.

  Savannah’s lush reaction coiled through the heart of her body, warming her skin in anticipation making her sweat. She pushed closer to his hard body, pulling at his shoulders for deeper contact until her hands skimmed down over his sides, reaching instinctively for his belt buckle. Her body hummed in vexation, vibrating out through her muscles when she couldn’t focus on opening the cursed leather, fumbling miserably.

  “Dammit!” she vented in frustration.

  He broke free, peering down into her passion lit dark eyes, “Let me, princess.”

  One hand went to his belt, the other glided down over her flat stomach down to her waxed mound, teasing her soft petals open, his intense eyes never left her face. Her breath rushed out between her lips at his touch, his fingers skimming over her nub in delirious greeting. He opened his belt…yet his attention was seized by the warm invitation nestled between her open thighs. He rubbed over her swollen flesh, teasing and rugged through her silken heat.

  She careened upon his touch, balanced perfectly on desire and lust, her heart bursting within an unknown place. Underneath her skin, she pulsed…the version of herself foreign, but she didn’t care. The edge was perfect…perfect heaven inside his arms and she reeked of the passion he orchestrated from her body and she quivered in expectation.

  Hex cupped her neck, pulling her closer, his lips inches from hers, “Tell me what you want princess.” Control laughed beat feet as he dragged his fingers over her sensitive flesh, her body nigh close to convulsing within his arms as he continued his ministrations.

  A violent shudder rippled over her body as an orgasm shot through her body and Hex placed two fingers up inside her body as the spasms of euphoric pleasure ricocheted through her. “Tell me, princess…what you want?”

  Her eyes mere slits and floating high over a state of fire, she found her voice. “You.”

  A motherload of disbelief smacked him—not at Savannah, but of his sanity. The expectation she would say…touch me here or there, not…she wanted him. She blew right through his soul and he released her only to plunder the depths of her moist lips, sucking the shaking realization right out of her own soul into his. He tasted his bittersweet vindication of distrust and he rode the crest, pulling back long enough to reach for his zipper and release himself.

  Savannah reached down and grasped his hard length in hand, smoothing her hands from base to tip, his guttural sigh spread over her body in sweet pleasure. Her touch stroked over him with steady rhythmic ease, testing and giving as sure as she received over his sleek firmness until he grasped her hand within his.

  “Princess…” he managed, but his mind shut down to lucid thought, his heart pounding hard. “Not too soon, baby.” He reached in his back pocket for a condom.

  The mischievous gleam glowed hot in her eyes, “Let me,” she whispered, grabbing the small, silvery packet and placing it between her teeth to tear it open before retrieving the disk within her fingertips. “I want to do it.”

  Hex released a pent up breath, every nerve ending poised within a lightning current of anticipation. She reached for him, sliding the gloved material up over him and she heard him drag in another stabilizing breath…her hands lingering for a few seconds too long, teasing.

  His control snapped and he reached for her waist, dragging her closer to the edge of the table, his hard length brushed up against her entrance. He stared down into her liquid velvet eyes, and his expression pained and tense.

  The line of his beautiful mouth a space above hers, “You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

  “Then burn me…”

  He slid deep within her body and a throaty sigh escaped her lips, he was larger than she realized and heat spread low as she drew in a sharp breath. Everything condensed inside pleasure…even pain. Need versus a release of feelings sped hard through Savannah, and he knocked the wind right out of her. A well of emotion loosened within her walled up heart and in that moment, she wanted him on every plain known to the human and spiritual man. For the first time in her life, a man meant more to her than just a means to an end…and as much as that scared her, she held on to the purity.

  Hex braced his palms up against the wall behind her, sweat dripping down his face as he moved within her honeyed depths. His pleasure and hunger were more than his toleration nearly coming as Savannah wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him deeper inside her. The movement caused the table to buckle under the shift and the sound of wood cracking filled the heated air.

  Savannah gasped in the fear of collapsing downward, clutching his shoulders, but Hex grabbed her around the waist, holding her up against his chest, still linked within her body. “Oh my god…” The sound of the table crashing at his feet evident, though she was too caught within his vice to look at the damage and frankly she cared less.

  “I’ve got you,” he groaned against her neck, walking with purpose to set her on the other table a few feet away. The sway of his hips embedded her deeper upon him--the intensity a fever drumming through his body.

  He set her down with tender care and pulled back to study her flush, passion drugged face and his lips touched hers. His tongue fed deeply, his hips moving in time with his mating tongue and he hit against an earth shattering release, seizing Savannah’s hips in a turbulent firm hold and he growled darkly in the face of mania.

  The state of arousal buried Savannah too far beneath fire, she glimmered under the glowing stars and she threw her head back, arching into completion as Hex held her against him. She flew a thousand parts away in every direction on the most incredible euphoric ambrosia and she never wanted to fall to reality.

  For long minutes, they simply held each other, ragged breathing and all; their combined sweat glistening over their skin as the only movement within the dimly lit room.

  Hex moved back, reaching up to smooth back Savannah’s hair over her shoulders, “Are you okay? We were…” he trailed off, staring down at her languid expression and he wanted her again. Not for a moment, but for longer than his distrust ridden soul would allow. Dammit, his ship was sinking and he needed to jump soon.

  The corners of her swollen lips lifted in smile, but what could she say? He blew through her body and heart with a powerful storm and she couldn’t look at him the same. Not only touching her with physical hotness, but touching the dam of her soul she never wanted to release. God…she had to piece it back together and fast. The neon sign of her mind flashed ‘too soon’ hard through her.

  Savannah peered around his body an
d eyed the destroyed table, lifting a dark brow at its demise. “Well, we certainly could give college students a run for their money during spring break, wouldn’t you say?” She quite firmly shut out intimate pillow talk with attempt at humor.

  His chest shook with laughter as he turned to glance at the fallen table. “You think they’ll notice?”

  Savannah shook her head, “I know, right?”

  Hex eased out of her body and she couldn’t prevent a sigh escaped her lips. He leaned forward and smacked her lips in a brief kiss before helping her off the table. She wobbled a little as she reached the ground and held his arm.

  “Easy there princess.”

  Her dark eyes narrowed as she looked up into his blue eyes, “It’s your fault.”

  He pulled her close, every cell of his body rejoicing at the renewed contact, “I have plenty more faults to share, if you’re interested.”

  In the deepest corner of her mind, her sanity screamed no, but his closeness killed what brain cells evoked better judgment. “And a room full of furniture to break? Lead the way.”

  He did just that.

  Chapter Seven

  After one look at this planet any visitor from outer space would say, "I WANT TO SEE THE MANAGER." ~ William S. Burroughs

  Nearly six in the morning, Hex stood completely dressed at the foot of the bed staring down at the slick perfection of Savannah’s body, sweetly loved by his hands and he forgot to breathe. His breath lodged somewhere between hell and route sixty-six. He could almost see forever stamped upon her flesh, something he never thought to find in his lifetime again, yet as fast the thought penetrated his mind, his brain slammed the cell door hard against the notion. It was just sex within his psyche, but somehow the seeds of rebirth sprouted ardently within his chest.

  He was fucked and he knew it.

  Or at least a jackass with sucky morals…what the hell was he doing? She was the sister-in-law of his good friend and he was treating like a…a sex toy? Hex dragged a hand through his dark hair in frustration. He really liked her on every level, but he couldn’t allow himself to open up to any possibility of a relationship. Savannah really deserved more than his piss poor attitude because the facts were simple, Jessica ruined him in more ways than he cared to count. While he shouldn’t allow the past to creep up and suck away his joy in life, neither could he forget—even after two years he ate betrayal for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

  His eyes observed the chaos of the room and couldn’t control the smirk up one side of his lips as he walked over to the desk. Hex pulled out a sheet of paper and pen, scribbling a note before padding softly back to the bed. He laid the sheet on the pillow next to her and gave her a searing glance within his blue eyes before leaving.

  In his heart of hearts, he didn’t deserve her.

  His future wasn’t figured out, but he left before it could decide for him. As much as he wanted to care about the outcome…or Savannah, Hex took off with the intention of never returning. Some things were better left…unsaid and he shut the door softly.

  ~~~

  Savannah stared down at the note, shocked. It simply read, Good-bye princess. Seriously?

  She gripped the letter in her hand, crushing it under a powerful flood of tears and gripping sorrow until her insides shook with racking sobs. Dammit! What the hell? She sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest and closed her eyes, her tears tracing down her face. Who the hell did he think he was? And as much as she wanted to be angry with Hex, she was angrier with herself. He acted exactly like all males in heat…so that left her holding the bag of feelings in her court, right? Damn her for allowing him to slip through the off limits sign of her heart. Damn. Damn. Damn. More excellent manners by far.

  She contemplated all the warnings, but had she listened?

  The man had be a dream trap from the moment she laid her eyes upon him. He promised nothing, yet he gave…everything within all their times together. Perhaps this was payback for all her surly, diva moments in past encounters with the male sex when she flirted too much and gave too little of herself emotionally. Point made, never give into a man. But, as much as she wanted to preach the typical bad- ass speech over herself, she couldn’t quite get passed the first line.

  She stood slowly, passing a hand over her face and the smell of her skin made her already queasy stomach clench. She smelled like him. Perfect icing on the shitty cake she’d been handed. Never known to run away from her problems, she never experienced this kind of pain before. With a wry twist to her mouth, she didn’t know how to process it.

  Hex was more than a tough lesson learned…perhaps one day she would get over him.

  As it was, Savannah didn’t pass the threshold of the construction site until nearly eleven, the heels of her black boots hitting the cement floor in a firm tap as she smoothed a hand down over her pencil slim skirt. She hated wearing a dress to the site, but nerves versus practical won over.

  The meeting with MK Steel marketing took longer than expected—going over endless details of the upcoming charity event. As Sean predicted, Steve Mendel tried to offer up cheap advice and lousy ideas and luckily, she had been there to rectify his errors, but it wasn’t where she wanted to be.

  Thoughts of Hex here at the site filled her with jittery nerves and she wanted nothing more than to confront the jerk and pick his hide apart.

  Tony met her with pink hardhat, clipboard and coffee in hand, but she turned her nose up at the coffee with a shake of her head receiving a wide-eyed stare from her assistant. Her stomach rolled in protest at the thought of downing her usual caffeine luxury.

  She took the clipboard, flipping through the sheets unfocused and more interested in the location of one tall handsome biker god of stupidity.

  “How was the meeting boss?”

  Savannah didn’t spare him a glance, shrugging. “Not too exciting. Tony, where is the representative from MK Steel? Hex James. I want to ask him a few questions.” Her cool dark eyes met his.

  He pushed his glasses up his nose, “Well, they sent over a new guy.” She blanched. “What do you mean?”

  Tony pulled an unconcerned face, “It’s not unusual as you know. The new guy said Hex James was called to another site. It happens with subs.” He shrugged. “But, not to worry, the metal work is nearly complete. Oh and the electric issue is nearly resolved too. You may want to…”

  His voice faded into oblivion after Tony’s explanation of Hex’s absence. It was so obvious he was running away—from her. There wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it either, except maybe choke on a huge helping of shame and misplaced feelings. Plus, if she looked up stupid in the dictionary would she find her picture? Before she could process the information, Angelo appeared with Dominic Montgomery at his side.

  “SD, I found Mr. Montgomery outside and he asked to speak with you,” Angelo said, his eyes narrowing on the pallor of her face and the rather pissed set to her lips. He knew that look and wisely knew when to walk a wide circle around her when it appeared.

  She didn’t want to see anyone from MK Steel, nor did she care if she ever did. Besides, she just left the man in question not thirty minutes ago…what could he possibly have left to say? Without a word of greeting, Savannah turned to look at him with a lifted brow. He was nearly as tall as Hex with dark hair and same blue eyes. If she was a betting woman, she could almost say they were brothers if not closely related, but the last thing she cared to do was find Hex in every man she met, damn the man.

  “Ms. Deason, I am sorry to come by unannounced, but I was hoping to speak with you for a few moments and perhaps take you to lunch.”

  Perfect. Another one. Did she recently have the words 'easy' stamped on her forehead and didn’t know it? God bless Tequila, hot men and a dense blonde crazed for a biker god! Excellent morning by far— even her meltdown earlier ranked above pickups at this point. She really needed a vacation.

  Savannah drew a deep calming breath, “Did we miss a topic in the meeting earlier? I thought
we covered everything.” Fuck calm. Her voice reflected cool disdain.

  He colored red under his tanned skin at her tone, reaching up nervously to adjust his tie, “Yes, of course. I know you were a top marketing executive at one time and I was hoping to pick your brain. Maybe over lunch?”

  Totally not what she wanted to endure right now. “Thank you, Mr. Montgomery—”

  “Please call me Dominic,” he interjected his voice warm and silky.

  She hesitated for a moment, “Thank you, Dominic, but I need to catch up on things here. While I appreciate your invitation, I really have nothing to offer up in regards to marketing. Not to sound trite, but I was only filling in for Sean Merrick since he's out of town. I am currently under a deadline and if MK Steel would like to hold their fundraiser here in a few weeks, I suggest you allow me to get to it.” Direct—to the point and at least he had the decency to redden more.

  “My apologies, Ms. Deason, maybe we can continue our conversation another time perhaps?”

  “Anything is possible.” Yet she considered the matter closed and inclined her head as way of goodbye, but as she turned to leave, the room spun.

  Dominic reacted first, reaching out to catch her before she fell. “Whoa…are you okay?”

  Embarrassed, Savannah shook her head and righted herself out of his arms. She didn’t need rescue from another man, but a lobotomy would be helpful. She brought a hand to her head and Angelo came to her side, pulling her out of reach from Dominic.

  “Hey, are you okay? We’re ahead of schedule here--maybe you should go lie down for a bit. You look like shit,” Angelo whispered, but felt remorse for his statement as he saw her grimace. “Sorry, but you do.”

  Her head throbbed on meat-grinder high and her stomach began rolling again…maybe she caught something besides regret with a dumbass chaser for believing in possibilities. Damn, damn and double damn...her mind could only chant the word repeatedly with mantra monotone.