“What? Why? Jayn is out there!” Panic began to set in. “Please, Jayn is out there.” Annalise glanced up toward the forest. Her heart clenched in fear.
****
Jayn sat up. “So explain the hole.” She wiped dirt off her face and arms. There was a small light emanating from the walls. It seemed to get brighter then dim like a heartbeat.
“It means you should have listened to me.” Wick was standing, looking down at her. “Leprechauns are notorious for tricking humans. Instead of flying away, we’re stuck in a leprechaun hole. These things are almost impossible to get out of.”
“Almost?” Jayn ignored Wick’s offered hand and got to her feet by herself.
“Normally there’d be some bargaining involved. You’d probably have to bear a child for one of them.”
“What!” Jayn glanced at his face.
Wick grinned. “Joking. It’s just a trick they play. Send the trespassing humans into a hole and watch them find their way free. It’s a pain in the arse, and if we’re not careful, we could die of thirst.”
“So what’s the bad news?” Jayn shoved some kind of long bug with a dozen legs off her shoulder. “Wait, I got it. The bad news is we’re stuck here together.”
“Do you hate me that much?” he asked and it sounded sincere.
“Yes.” Jayn ignored the way her nipples were suddenly hard and the fabric that rushed over them as she walked toward the glowing wall. Her palms pressed against the cool rock. “So this is a cave?”
Wick was still frowning. She could see his pout out of the corner of her eye. “The stories say so.”
“Stories? You’ve never actually been in one?”
“No. We are friends with the leprechauns. They provide shoes and other material to us. I’m stuck down here because I didn’t want you to be alone.”
Well, that was somewhat nice. “You should have stayed topside so I’d have some help.”
Wick mumbled something.
Jayn turned around to glare at him. Her eyes were stuck on his feet, bare feet. “You’re not wearing shoes.”
His toes curled. “Well, not now. We wear them for celebrations.”
She lifted a brow. “Okay. So how do us stupid and pathetic humans get out of these things?” Jayn followed the wall. The light was scarce enough for her to see a few feet ahead. She walked slowly, watching her footing.
“I would never call a human such a thing,” Wick said from beside her. His green wings fluttered. “The stories talk of a journey.” Wick began in a singsong voice, “There once was a Lú Chorpain most devious. A human crossed his path most curious. With a tap of his little feet and a clap of his little hands, he sent the human to an unknown land. The adventure starts down the Lú Chorpain hole. Traveling with shadows to the fairy tears and from their dark depths the light pours through, releasing the human back to the land he once knew.”
“A riddle, fucking fabulous.” Jayn kept walking, listening to the tale. With Wick’s accent it was a bit enchanting or maybe it was just her love a good story. Jayn frowned, confused by her mood. She pushed all thoughts to the back of her head and focused on the lack of light. Her eyes adjusted slightly so it didn’t seem as dark as when they first landed. “Well, we went down the hole. We’re in the dark so I’m assuming that’s the shadow bit. What about fairy tears? Do I have to make you cry?” She glanced at Wick with a mock evil grin.
Wick leaned closer, whispering in ear, “I could make you cry in pleasure.”
Jayn rolled her eyes and heard him laugh. His words were in jest but she felt some sort of weird emotion. She stopped short. Son of a bitch, was that lust? No, there was just no way. She had been a lesbian since her first boyfriend in high school. Jayn always thought a man’s equipment looked like a geoduck rather than anything sexual. After she lost her virginity in the backseat of her boyfriend’s truck, she had no desire to sleep with a man again. A few years of celibacy and she was crawling at the walls to get laid. That’s when Jayn looked at her college roommate a little closer, and a few hours later, she had confirmed the suspicion. Jayn was a lesbian.
Now she was having a small, very tiny, inconsequential feeling for a man. For a fairy. For Wick! She showed her teeth in a silent growl and kept walking. Perhaps it was the dark that was making her brain screwy or she was in that need-to-get-laid mode again. She hadn’t gotten a chance for release the past few days. Of course, the woman she loved had picked this idiot.
Speaking of said moron, Wick held out his arm and Jayn bumped right into him. She pushed away as if his bare flesh burned her, knowing it excited her. That alone was enough reason to get far away from him. “Why did you stop?” she asked, stepping to the wall while peeking up ahead. Jayn’s mouth fell open and a short gasp seemed to echo in the silence. Words failed her. The visual aspect took control. “I thought there was supposed to be a rainbow,” she finally said. Her eyes glinted from the shine of the gold. Endless piles of shiny beautiful gold. There were big round pieces from overflowing black pots. They spilled on the floor and stretched out toward them like fingers. The big chamber they walked into split into two. One of the entrances had these piles of golden beauty. They’d be rich, money beyond their wildest dreams.
“There is supposed to be a rainbow. This is not Lú Chorpain treasure.”
“What? But it’s so shiny and pretty.” Jayn was pulled into the glossy surface of each piece. Her dirt-stricken face reflected on each piece.
“I do not know what this is.” Wick admitted but he refused to let her pass.
Jayn had to admit the lure of all that gold was overwhelming. She wasn’t one for treasure hunting or becoming a billionaire like Annalise’s parents but it sure as hell wouldn’t hurt. Plans formed. She could buy her dream house, open a shelter for animals, feed the hungry, force politicians to make harsher laws to keep criminals off the street. It all flashed through her vision like a daydream. She pulled her focus from the gold and looked at the other path. “Wick...” She pointed to the small puddle at the entrance. “Could that be fairy tears?” A single drop of water fell from the ceiling but it slowly descended like they were watching it in slow motion. The droplet floated down, losing its telltale shape before landing in the water. The puddle rippled and speckles splashed onto the rock floor.
“It must be,” Wick said, but his eyes remained on the water. Another drop was forming overhead and he walked toward it.
“So no gold?” Jayn said with a downturn of her lips.
Wick reached out and grabbed her hand. She tried to pull away but he held firm. Together they left the pile of shining gold and followed the small stream of water down the other path.
Chapter Six
Annalise paced the room. She twirled the green highlight in her hair around her finger. Every few seconds she glanced out the glass window to search the area for any signs of the others. The fairies had talked about some kind of creature and darted off in a panic to find Jayn. So far, both Jayn and Wick had vanished.
“They’ll be okay,” Brook said as she rubbed her stomach.
“The two people I love most are out there...” Annalise bit her bottom lip. “I can’t sit.” She began pacing again.
“I know the feeling.” Brook shifted on the couch, wincing and rubbing her baby bump again.
“How far along are you?”
“Not long.” Brook shook her head. “Fairy babies don’t stay in the womb as long as human ones. It’s like half the time. A few months ago, I had hips and a waist. Now I’m just...” She made a wide circle with her hands. “Now I’m just all over.” Brook winced again. “And she keeps kicking me.”
“Is this your first child?”
Brook nodded. “And the first fairy to be born in hundreds of years.”
Annalise smiled. “I think you’ll make a great mother. The others already talk of what a great queen you are.”
Brook laughed. “Yeah, I had to work toward that. I’m hoping motherhood will be more instinct.” Her smile broke and she clutched her stomach.
/>
That did not look like a normal kick. “Are you all right?” Brook looked at her with wide, panicked eyes. “Oh, no. No! Tell me you are not having that baby now!” She rushed over to the queen, falling to her knees. “I don’t know what to do!”
Brook slid from the couch. She wobbled to her knees and cried out.
Annalise helped the queen to her side then to her back. She didn’t know the first thing about babies or about birthing a child. “I don’t know what to do!” she reiterated.
“I sure as hell don’t,” Brook said as she gasped. “Son of bitch this hurts!” She started to breathe heavy. Two quick breaths in and then two slow ones out. “I think...I think you just have to catch,” Brook said.
“That’s more of Jayn’s thing. I’m really just a...”
Brook opened her legs and Annalise glanced around for anyone. Anyone at all. There was a shadow, a movement. Blue wings blurred by and Carrick was suddenly beside her. His face was pale, his lips parted and eyes wide. “The baby’s coming!” Annalise yelled, rushing out of the way.
Carrick took her place, kneeling between Brook’s spread legs. Her dress slid up her thighs. Brook’s neatly trimmed pussy was exposed to the room and Annalise averted her eyes.
“No, she’s here,” Brook said. She groaned, her muscles bunching as she pushed.
Annalise watched in awe as Carrick reached down. He carefully pulled something free, cuddling head and body in his big hands. A baby. The baby was here already. “Fastest birth in history,” Brook said with an exhausted smile. “That’s my girl.” She was breathing hard when a loud shrill cry broke from the baby’s little lips.
Annalise watched as Carrick wrapped the newborn in a soft blanket and helped Brook to sit up. They cuddled the little one close, whispering between themselves with tears of joy. Brook held out her hand and Annalise joined them on the floor. The baby was beautiful, even still grimy from birth and screaming her head off.
“Annalise, this is Princess Adara.”
She was touched by the introduction. Annalise held her finger out and the baby wrapped her petite fingers around the digit. Annalise secretly pressed a hand to her own flat stomach, wondering what if’s. Annalise glanced out the window. What if’s were out there in the night with the two people she loved most in the world.
****
The tunnel light dimmed as they walked further from the gold. What little light there was made the darkness that much more imposing. Jayn held her fears back. The darkness was nothing compared to a suspect with a gun. Still, she held onto Wick’s hand as they traversed the rocky path. “How much longer do you think it is?”
“Well, less than a day...” he said jokingly.
His finger spread and twined with hers. She didn’t know if it was a flirt or simply a better grip as the ground was getting quite uneven. Something scurried across her foot and she gasped, aiming her gun at the ground. “Tell me that was just a rat, or cockroach, that there are no magical, mythical critters here.”
Wick turned toward her. “Not that I know of, although there is that tale of the girl who was transformed into a twelve-legged creature. I believe she has these big fangs and can turn humans into rocks.”
Jayn caught sight of his grin. “Oh, you’re fucking with me.”
“Believe me, if I was fucking with you, you’d know it.” The grin widened to a cocky smile.
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t see why Jayn thinks you’re funny.” That sentence was an absolute lie and it made her mouth dry. No, no, she hated Wick. He wasn’t funny, he wasn’t handsome, and his body did not make her rethink her path in life. The internal denials only made Jayn frown wider.
“Now that hurts.” Wick placed a fist over his heart. He turned back but didn’t take another step. “Jayn, look.”
Jayn was still arguing silently with herself. She looked up. The dark tunnel seemed brighter farther up. Wait, the light seemed to be traveling toward them. A sound filtered through, a buzzing. Jayn gripped Wick’s hand tighter. The light was brightening sections of the tunnel. Nearly twelve feet away. Now eleven. She placed the gun in her holster in case she needed to cover her ears with her hands. No way were bugs getting in her ears! The light was nearly eight feet away and it didn’t show signs of stopping. “What is it?” The buzzing was just a whisper.
Wick pushed her up against the wall, standing in front of her to block whatever was coming at them. It was really rather valiant. Jayn tried to push him away but he held firm and then whatever was creating that mass of lights was only a few feet away.
Fireflies.
Jayn’s lips parted. Hundreds of fireflies were soaring through the tunnel. They flew right toward them. One or two would stop occasionally to buzz by her head. It was amazing. The darkness was gone, replaced by the blinking lights as bright as a summer day. Jayn held out her hand and one little bug landed in her palm. It blinked twice before flying away. Wick turned to her and he too held his hand. Hundreds of them were flying by, and with their palms beside each other, several of the bright bugs rested there. Jayn couldn’t take her eyes off them. They kept coming, flying past like a flock of miniature birds. The ones on their palms took to the air and just as suddenly, the light began to fade. The darkness returned.
“That was...” Jayn couldn’t even explain it. She glanced at Wick and wondered if she had the same shocked expression as him.
“They’ve never done that before,” Wick said. “That was beautiful.” He stared off down the tunnel where their bright lights were beginning to disappear around a bend.
“Hey, do you hear that? Water.” Jayn heard the splatter. She grabbed Wick’s hand, squeezing as they made their way forward. The sound became louder, more crashing and splashing of water.
“It sounds like a waterfall,” Wick muttered.
“How can you tell?” She stumbled on a rock and Wick pulled her gently back toward him.
“There’s one in the kingdom and I go there often.” He passed by her and led the way. “I’m sure of it.”
The tunnel widened and then it opened to a massive chamber. “Wow.” That was all the speech Jayn was capable of. Wick had been right. It was a waterfall. There was a big hole in the rock wall where water gushed. It cascaded nearly sixteen feet before splashing into a big pool. The sound was incredible. It seemed to echo in the chamber. A sandy shore hugged the water as it rippled over the small pebbles. The black sand led to red rock floor and a few dozen fireflies sat idly in the corner of the chamber. It was…magical. The water itself seemed to glow and the smell was like fresh rain in the summer.
Wick stepped forward into the chamber, taking her with him. He walked up the edge and let go of her hand.
Jayn watch as he smiled and knelt down. His hands dipped into the water and brought it cautiously to his mouth. He sipped slowly, then generously and leaned forward to get another handful. She could definitely use some water. Her mouth was parched and she was beginning to get a headache. Jayn stepped forward to join him but her eyes drifted. She caught sight of Wick’s thick powerful thighs. They were spread. The loincloth that covered him shifted higher as he went for more water. She should look away. Jayn screamed at herself to look away but not a single muscle in her body would listen. She watched at the material slid higher and his rear peeked out. Wick’s round balls were tucked between his inner thighs. A few stray green hairs were spread across them. Jayn involuntarily licked her lips. The curves of his ass cheeks were now visible. They were pale white and looked hard to the touch. She was so used to Annalise’s small, soft rear that she suddenly wondered what it would be like to grab the hard orbs of his ass. Jayn hadn’t felt this desire for a man in so many years. The thoughts that were suddenly overwhelming her brain shocked her.
“Aren’t you thirsty?” Wick shifted.
Jayn tried to drag her sight from his goods as fast as she could. The worst thing would be being caught ogling a cocky fairy’s equipment. By the lifted green brown and the slight upturn in his lips, she had a feel
ing it was too little too late. “Yes, thirsty,” she muttered.
“Were you checking out my ass?” Wick moved so he knelt on his knees and the loincloth once again covered him up.
“Just wondering if they were like kilts. You know, are the men naked? It’s a big debate where I’m from.” It was kind of the truth.
“A lie.” Wick stood.
“Nope.” She moved around him toward the water but he grabbed her arm and pulled her close. “Hey!” Jayn jerked away from him.
“You were checking out my ass. Just admit it.” His voice went lower. “See anything you like?”
“Unless you have wet lips between your legs, you are not my type,” she said with as much malice as she could gather in her voice.
“So you keep saying.” His grin was gone, his back was arched and he leaned into her personal space.
“Hello. I’m a lesbian!” she tried but he was so close. The musky smell of him and the way his thumb rubbed circles on her arm made her protest weak. “Damn it, Wick. Don’t make me kick your ass. Again.” Jayn gasped.
Wick gently placed his lips against hers. Every muscle in Jayn’s body tensed. Her brain seemed to shut down as the fairy she hated kissed her. The motions were sweet, romantic, and brought back memories of her first kiss with her high school boyfriend. Jayn glanced at his wings which fluttered behind his body and then at his beautiful eyes before she closed them. Wick’s lips parted hers and his tongue entered her mouth uninvited. He swiped at her tongue and their touch became more fluid. Jayn could hardly believe she was locking mouths with a man, a fairy. His hands were suddenly on her hips and he was pulling her toward him. His hard body pressed against her and she felt the evidence of his desire. The moment Wick’s cock pressed against her leg, her brain seemed to wake. Jayn pulled away, pushing him so their bodies stopped touching. The chamber was silent but for the waterfall and their panting lungs.
“Well, that was interesting,” Wick said with his cocky grin returning.
“Interesting?” Jayn balled her fists. “Don’t you ever do that again!”
Menage a Fairy (A Fairy Novel) Page 5