by ERIN BEDFORD
Was Aidan? Did Aidan get turned on by this? I mean, he was a dude and guys tend to like this kind of stuff especially when they had a chance to be all masculine and what not but it was hard to think about the fact that Aidan was getting a hard on right now. It was kind of making me hot and bothered as well.
"Max?"
"Huh? What?" I blinked rapidly, turning my head to look at Aidan over my shoulder. He arched a brow and looked down at me expectantly. "Sorry." I cringed. "I zoned out."
Aidan inclined his head once before continuing to show me how to stand and aim the gun, his large, warm, rough hands moving over mine as he showed me how to work the safety and squeeze the trigger. Once more I found myself thinking of the part of him that twitched against my back, and before I knew it, I shifted against it, pushing my hips back toward him.
A small grunt came from Aidan, and his hands fell from my arms to my hips, holding me still. I licked my lips and glanced over at him beneath hooded eyes.
"Um, like this?"
"Yes." Aidan's voice came out a low growl that made my eyes flutter shut for a second. I forced myself to take a breath and open them again.
"Okay, I think I'm ready." Oh, so ready. "Just point at the targets, right?"
Aidan grunted his approval but didn't move away from me as I lined up the shot with the gun. Before I could pull the trigger though, Aidan stopped me.
"What now?” I asked. “I thought I was shooting?"
Aidan shook his head and then produced the pink face mask from before. I wrinkled my nose at it but let him put it on my face, his fingers brushing against my skin and head as he adjusted the straps. With my equipment all on, Aidan took his place behind me again as he shifted me back into the proper firing stance. I took aim for the easiest of the targets, one that was only fifty feet away at eye level and squeezed the trigger.
The shot went a bit to the left, but I hit the target.
"I did it!" I let out a girly squeal and jumped in place until I faced Aidan. "Did you see? I hit the target."
Aidan's lips pulled up at the edges, then he jerked his head towards the other targets. "Again."
A thrill of excitement ran through me as I repositioned myself. Aidan stayed close as always pressed up against my back, adding a sexy edge to the act of shooting the gun itself. Without stopping, I kept shooting until my hopper was empty and the targets were littered with colored splotches.
My mask fogged up at the edges from my heavy breathing as I turned to face Aidan. He watched me with hooded eyes and a slight curl of his lips. Without a word, I shoved the mask off my face, set the gun on the stall, and wrapped my arms around his neck as I captured his mouth with mine. Aidan's large hands slid beneath my legs and hoisted me up until I was riding his hips, my center rubbing against his hard abs. Groaning as I pressed closer, I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue against Aidan's. As I pulled it into my mouth, I sucked on it until his fingers clenched on my ass and he let out a low rumble.
Our kissing was just short of dry humping, and who knows where it might have gone if we hadn’t been interrupted by a shout a few feet away. "Get a room. Geez!"
My face heated up with embarrassment as I released Aidan and dropped my legs back to the ground. "Let's get out of here before we get kicked out for public indecency."
Chapter 9
There was a welcome party for all the newly arrived guests from other schools tonight. If it was a sanctioned school party, I didn't know, but since it was being held in the quad, I had to assume that Headmaster Swordson knew a bit about it.
"Oh. My. God. Maxine!" Callie squealed grabbing my arm as her head whipped from side to side taking in all the students around us. "Thank you so much for inviting me tonight. You are a true friend." Her words drew out in a kind of sigh as Callie's eyes lingered on a female student floating above the crowd.
Callie had pulled out all the stops tonight. She wore a hot red dress that clung to her figure as it fell off her shoulders and had crimson lips to match. Her dark hair had been curled and pinned up, some of the trundles falling around her face. Her eyes were lined with eyeliner and mascara, but she'd gone with just a small amount of light brown powder to make sure her lips were the main attraction. She only did that when she was trying to reel in a guy, one that I had no doubt she would find here tonight if she had her way.
While Callie was a vision in red, I had gone a more subtle note. A strapless pale blue dress caressed my figure, being held up only by my force of will and a sticky spell. The style was all the rage or so Sabrina said. Yes, she helped me get dressed for tonight. It'd been her idea to use the spell rather than the human way of hoping your boobs were up for the job. It had also been her who had spelled my hair into a perfect waterfall of curls and topped it with a black head band and strappy shoes.
"A witchy Alice in Wonderland," Sabrina had said with a Cheshire Cat grin.
As for herself, Sabrina went with a purple shiny tube dress that she had no problem keeping from shooting up to meet in the middle. I shot a look over to where she was holding court among a few of the out-of-staters. Curves like hers were the envy of all the females tonight and judging by the way the males were taking in her form, I'd say she wouldn't be wearing that dress for long.
"So, where are your boys tonight?" Callie asked me as she took a glass of something fizzy and green off a passing tray. "I'm surprised you're here alone with me and not wrapped up in some kind of orgy right now."
I giggled and shook my head as we stopped by the refreshment table. There, someone had sat out snacks and drinks, not the same ones that were being passed around but still magical all the same. I hesitated before picking up an orange one that didn't look like it was poured in by a radioactive volcano and took a small sip. Orange soda. Awesome.
"So?" Callie nudged me with her elbow, almost making me spill my drink. She gave me an apologetic smile as I shot her an incredulous look.
"Uh, the guys, they're..." I started taking another drink of my soda, not wanting to admit that I had no idea where any of them were. After our practice session, Aidan and Ian had taken me back to the school where they kissed me and said they had to go do something for class. Of course, Dale wasn't around because of his assistant duties, and I haven't seen hide or hair of Paul yet. I'd been waiting for one of them to text me but didn't want to text them first, in case I came off as clingy.
Funny, right?
I had four boyfriends, and I was worried about being clingy. If I got any less clingy, I’d be in a different continent. I could win the award for the most secure female in all of Winchester Academy.
So, why weren't they here?
"You don't know, do you?" Callie asked with a small frown. When I didn't answer and swirled my ice in my cup around instead, Callie huffed. "What's the point of having four boyfriends if you can't show them off?"
Preach.
"I mean, where do they get off acting like that?" Callie continued, getting riled up for me. "Here you are, looking absolutely fuckable, and they're nowhere to be found!"
I shook my head and smiled at her. "That's okay. I have you... and Trina. Hey!" I grinned as my roommate came strolling up with Libby, her girlfriend and one of Sabrina's henchwomen. Well, henchwoman. Monica hadn’t shown her face after this summer so it was safe to say she wasn’t coming back.
They were quite a pair, Trina with her dark hair and skin dressed in a white jumpsuit, and Libby all blonde and pale. Her black dress tight against her skin with small holes cut in the sides. Night and day, but perfect together. Where Trina was boisterous and loud, Libby was quiet and a bit shy without Sabrina around. They were good for one another, and I liked having Libby around, even if she was a bit dense sometimes.
"Woah, Max!" Trina's brows furrowed in concern her head moving from side to side. "You’re looking a bit skinny these days. Looks like you lost a few hundred pounds of man meat." She grinned at me as Libby looked confused.
"Honey, Max is a girl."
Trina gave Libby
a soft look before kissing her cheek. "I know, baby. I'm talking about the fact that her boyfriends aren't here."
Libby's lips formed an o-shape. "You're right. Did you dump them? Does Sabrina know?"
I shook my head and grinned at them. "No, and no. I'm flying solo tonight it looks like, and I'm fine with it." The three females stared at me hard, and I let out a nervous laugh. "I am. Look, let's go dance."
"Yeah." Callie giggled, looping her arm through mine. "Maybe your hips will send out a siren call and all four of them will come running."
I rolled my eyes but let Callie drag me onto the dance floor. Libby and Trina wrapped their arms around each other, completely engrossed with one another while Callie and I moved to the beat. Someone had spelled the floor to change colors like we were at a disco. Callie and I giggled and jumped trying to match our movements up with the flickering lights on the floor.
Halfway through the third song, a brown-haired guy with shells around his neck, probably from the Cali group, wrapped his arms around Callie's waist. He dipped his head down to whisper in her ear, and Callie's face lit up. She held up a finger to him and then moved out of his hands to come to me.
"Hey, I know you're alone, but this guy, Josh, wants to dance." She watched my face to see if I was upset.
I know she was worried about me. I was alone at a party without any of my boyfriends. Which yes, I was upset about, and while I didn't really want her to leave me to my own devices, I couldn't tell her no. Callie has been trying to find herself a guy for a while now. She especially wanted one from a wizard school. I think she thought it would make her feel closer to my world or something. I'd tried to explain to her that she was my world, but Callie, when she gets an idea in her head, there's no changing it.
Callie wanted a wizard, so that's what Callie would get.
"Go, go." I pushed her toward the Cali guy with a smile. "I'm fine."
"You sure?" She paused and watched me. She was only looking a little anxious to get back to the new hottie on the floor.
"Yes, I swear. Now go before someone else comes and sweeps him up." I gave her another push towards this Josh guy and smacked her on the butt with a laugh.
Callie grinned over her shoulder and gave me a small wave before looping her arms around Josh's neck. They danced so closely together that I wondered if I should throw a condom in her direction. Knowing Callie, she probably had one stashed in her cleavage.
With a sigh, I turned away from them and focused on dancing. I simply listened to the music and tried to get out of my head. The guys had other things to do. That's fine. I'm fine. I was sure they had other things to do. They'd be here if they could be. Besides, it's not like I haven't gone to a party by myself before. I was a strong independent woman, who didn't need no—
"There you are!" Paul's voice called out seconds before his hands slid around my waist.
Thank fucking God.
I opened my eyes and leaned back into Paul's embrace, glancing over my shoulder. "Here I am."
Paul's chocolate brown eyes twinkled back at me in the dim party light. "Were you lonely without me?"
Yes. "No. I entertained myself well enough."
"Really?" Paul's brows shot up to his hairline. "You looked quite miserable from across the room."
I pouted and grumbled, "Okay, maybe I was a little miserable."
Paul leaned down and brushed his nose along my bare shoulder and up my throat. A shiver ran through me and tilted my head further to the side for him. His mouth opened to place hot kisses on my skin neither of us caring that there was a room full of students around us. The music had changed to a sultry beat that had my hips swiveling against his in a slow dance. I could feel his need pressed into my backside, hot and hard through the thin material of my dress and his pants.
"I need you," Paul murmured into my ear. "Come with me."
I let Paul take my hand and draw me through the crowd. Smiling and feeling a bit naughty, I gave Trina a little wave when we passed her and Libby on the way out of the quad. Paul's grip on my hand tightened as we stumbled into the hallway, both of us laughing and grinning. Paul hurried us down the hallway, our feet the only sound on the tiled floor. Desire pulsed in my veins, and my heart beat an anxious beat knowing what was to come.
Paul glanced over at me, his own eyes full of need, and I wet my mouth.
"Fuck," he cursed. He stopped us abruptly in the hallway and pushed me back up against the wall. Before I could make a sound, he claimed my mouth with a scorching kiss, one hand sliding beneath the hem of my dress to drag my thigh over his hip as he ground against me.
"Uh," I gasped out, bucking my hips in time with his. I was already slick and ready for them, my clit having a pulse of its own as it begged to be touched. The sound of a throat clearing and an awkward giggle pulled our mouths away from each other. A trio of students, a Cali, a Bluebell, and a Winchester student, stood a few feet away from us and stared. Paul offered them a small smile and dropped my leg to the ground.
"Sorry, too much to drink, I think." Paul chuckled, and they responded in kind before hurrying passed us to find their own fun. When they were out of sight, I expected Paul to pick up where he left off, but he kissed me on the nose instead of my mouth. "Come on. I might like sharing you with the others, but I don't want the whole student body seeing what's mine."
Mine. I quite liked the sound of that. I was his, and he was mine too.
We were moving again before I had a moment to think about where we were going. My room was the other way, and like his brother's, I'd never been to Paul's room. I wondered if we would remedy that now.
The door Paul opened wasn't his bedroom. It was a utility closet. I giggled as we stumbled in, Paul pulling me into his embrace as his mouth covered mine. I moaned into his mouth, my fingers finding the fabric of his shirt, twisting and pulling at it. I needed skin. I needed flesh. I needed him.
"Merlin, I want you," Paul breathed against my lips, and his hands dipped beneath my dress to seek out my heat. I sucked in a breath when his fingers found my folds through my panties. My hips pushed against his hand, wanting more contact.
Paul shifted my panties aside, his fingers easily finding my aching clit. My hands tightened on his shoulders as my hips bucked against him. I gasped and moaned, my body already burning with want in mere seconds. I released his shoulders and grappled at his belt. I needed to have him inside of me already.
"Not yet," he whispered, his mouth against my ear. "Come for me first."
"I'll come when you're inside of me," I shot back, but the next thing I knew my hands were frozen, and I was unable to move them any further.
"What are you doing?" I growled at Paul who grinned down at me in the closet's light.
"I said, not yet." Paul's magic gave me a small push until I was backed up against a shelf of the closet. I fought against the magical hold on my hands, frustrated that he wouldn't just fuck me already.
Paul didn't pay my growls and curses any mind as he knelt before me on the ground. The fingers between my thighs pulled my panties to the side as Paul dragged one of my legs over his shoulder.
"Now, that's the prettiest sight I've ever seen." Seconds later, Paul's mouth suction cupped around my clit, pulling and teasing it with his lips and teeth.
White hot need coursed through me. My head fell back, and a sharp gasp escaped from my throat. A strangled cry pulled from me as I cried out his name. "P-Paul."
"Yes?" He shifted away from me to glance up at my face. His chin and mouth were shiny and made my insides clench greedily.
"Don't stop!" I begged, frantic for his mouth to be on me again. I wanted my hands free but only enough to push his head back where it had been.
Paul gave me a sly grin. "Either you want to talk, or you don't. You can't have it both ways."
I let out a low growl causing him to chuckle. "Don't fuck with me, Broomstein. You won't like—Aaahhh!"
Paul sucked hard at my clit to cut off my threats, and without knowing it, m
y magic cut through his spell and released my hands. I immediately found his hair, my fingers tangling in the long brown locks. This time, I didn't have a chance to demand him to fuck me. Paul lapped and nipped at my center until I was crying out my release, sagging against the shelf.
While I caught my breath, my eyes flicked to the door. "We didn't use a silencing spell."
Paul wiped his mouth off and then smirked, "So?"
"So?!" I smacked his chest with a tired grin. "We could have been caught."
"The door's locked, and besides..." Paul caged me in with his arms before leaning his head down to brush his mouth against mine. "I kind of like the idea of people hearing you scream my name."
I snorted. "You're such a guy."
Lifting a shoulder and dropping it, Paul brushed a bit of my hair away from my face. "What can I say, I'm feeling a bit possessive tonight." His hand cupped my chin, and his mouth covered mine in a kiss that matched his words.
I groaned and pushed up on my toes. I wanted more, but just as my hands went back to his pants, the closet door opened to reveal Ian and Aidan blocking out the light.
"Brother, I'm ashamed at you. Trying to hide away Max when I've had a hard-on for her since..." Ian tapped his chin and pretended to think before grinning. "Well, always. I'm always hard for you."
Chapter 10
“You’re not coming in here,” I told Ian and Aidan as I gently moved out of Paul’s embrace. “There’s not enough room. Besides, group sex in a closet?” I wrinkled my nose as I glanced around at the buckets and cleaning supplies, I’d been too busy to notice before. “Not gonna happen. I need a bed... and privacy.”