Tarot Card Anthology: Synchronicity Volume 3

by Tina Bendoni, Michelle Hasker

  "It's okay, Mike. I'm not a little girl anymore. I know the score and I can handle the truth. You're still hard.” She looked down at his erection as it poked out of the blankets.

  "It's because I can see your luscious breasts, and I want to make love to you again."

  "You must be a glutton for punishment.” Her eyes narrowed. “Or are you just determined to try and prove me wrong?"

  "Attie, I did enjoy making love to you, and I did have an orgasm, as did you.” He grinned widely as he slid his hand down to cup her breast. When he tugged on her nipple, she moaned as the sensation ignited her desire again.

  Even knowing she'd failed to pleasure him, she was wet, and growing wetter by the moment.

  "You'll be as disappointed this time, as you were the last. Please don't do this to me, Mike. I don't like knowing I can't please you. That I can't please anyone."

  "Steven is gay."

  "What?” All the blood rushed to her stomach as it clenched tightly at his statement. “I made him gay?"

  Mike growled and pinned her down on the bed. He grabbed the blanket and pulled it off of her even when she latched onto it and tried to tug it back up.

  "He's always been gay. He didn't tell you that, did he? Honey, how could you please a man who probably wished you were a man the entire time he was with you? He only came out of the closet a few years ago."

  "He was gay before he started dating me? Why date me then?"

  "He was in denial. He thought he could make himself like women, and he blamed you for his failure. And you did please me. So much so, that I want you again. And yes, this soon."

  Athena didn't know what to say, so she just stared at him.

  "Attie, since I can't convince you with words, let me try with actions."

  "You don't need to lie to me, Mike. I know I'm built wrong, or something."

  "No, everything looks like it should,” he said as his gaze roamed over her body.

  Athena fought the urge to cover up. Even though she protested, she really wanted him buried deep inside her again. She wanted to experience another earth-shattering orgasm. Mike seemed to really want this. He was hard, and kept running his hands and mouth over her breasts, drawing moans from her.

  One at a time, he suckled and massaged her breasts and nipples making her body hum, and desire heat her to the point of boiling. Slowly, he kissed and licked his way down her body. As soon as she realized where he was headed, she fisted her hands in his hair and tried to close her legs. With him between her legs, the latter was impossible, and she panicked when his mouth brushed over her mons.

  "Sweet heavens!” she shrieked as she tried to get free.

  "What's wrong?” He looked up at her.

  It was either the sensual picture he made with his head between her legs and his mouth inches from her mons, or it was the concern in her voice, but she sighed and melted.

  "Athena?"

  "I'm not clean. We just had sex."

  "Boy, did we ever. But I want to taste you. Now."

  She didn't answer, just watched him as he rubbed his nose against her.

  "You smell so delicious."

  "But our cum."

  "I want to taste yours and see if it's as good as it smells. I love you, Attie."

  She sighed, but relaxed her legs. If he really wanted to do it, why should she stop him? She'd never been eaten out before and really wanted to see if all the things she'd heard about the experience were true.

  "Can I wash up first?"

  He hesitated in the act of lowering his mouth. “Okay. Don't move or I'll spank that gorgeous bottom of yours. I'll get a washcloth."

  Athena smiled as he quickly rose and hurried into her bathroom. He returned just as fast with a damp cloth and she sucked in a deep breath as he jumped back on the bed and kneeled between her legs.

  Quickly and efficiently, he cleaned her, tossed the washcloth to the side, and buried his face between her thighs. Athena cried out as he licked along her slit before dipping his tongue between her folds.

  "Mike, oh God, Mike!” She dug her fingers into the bed as she thrust into his face.

  Mike growled and spread her open wider, his thumbs tracing along her mons before one of them pressed on her clit. Suddenly he paused and looked up at her.

  "See this?” He moved and gestured to his erection. “This is what giving you pleasure does for me. Listening to you pant and moan, feeling you writhe under me, God, Attie. I'm so hard I could burst and I'm not even inside you."

  "Pleasuring me makes you happy?"

  "Yes, Attie. It makes me very, very happy. Say you'll let me do this every night for the rest of our lives."

  "Mike!"

  "What? We've been friends for too long for me to deny this. I love you, Attie. I want you with me forever. No one else. You. You do satisfy me whether you believe it or not."

  "This is too much, too fast."

  Mike leaned down and kissed her intimately, and not on her lips.

  "Christ, Mike! That's playing dirty."

  "I'll take you anyway I can get you, darling."

  "How about one day at a time?"

  "One night at a time.” Mike rubbed his nose against her clit. “Say you'll give me a chance to prove my love."

  "Yes.” Her sigh turned into a scream as he sucked on her clit and thrust two fingers inside her. “God, yes.” Her legs quivered around his head as he worked her to a climax.

  He took her hand and rubbed it on the tip of his cock as he leaned over her. “Feel that? Feel that pre-cum all over the tip of my cock? I almost came listening to you and tasting your cream as it coated my face and fingers. Do you still doubt how you make me feel?"

  Attie stared at him for a long minute. Finally, she shivered under the heat of his gaze and nodded. “No. I believe you. But I need time. This is too fast. I need to think. Let's take it slow so you can change your mind if you want to."

  "I won't."

  "We'll see. Let's just take it slow."

  Mike shouted and kissed her hard, leaving her breathless and trembling. “You won't regret it."

  "I bet you'll see to it that I won't."

  Mike grinned and pulled her close.

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  THE EMPRESS

  by

  Michelle Hasker

  Anne Devereaux glanced down at the card in her hand and then back up at the sign in front of the small storefront. Abigail Montgomery—fortunes told.

  When Becky had given her the card, she'd been excited. A real psychic. One that had an excellent track record and was recommended by several of her friends. Finally, she could get a reading and learn something about her future. While people thought she had it all, Anne knew she didn't. She'd secretly fantasized about her neighbors since the day they'd moved into her neighborhood.

  They were both firefighters, but worked alternating shifts. They worked twelve hours on and twelve hours off, so even if one wasn't there, the other usually was. Her nights, and even her days were filled with erotic dreams of either one, or both pleasuring her.

  A car horn startled her out of her thoughts. Anne drew in a deep breath to center herself, then pushed open the door and entered the store. Antiques graced most of the surfaces and candlelight flickered from every available space. Heavy red velvet drapes covered the windows and walls, leaving only a lone door visible on the far wall.

  Impressive. Abigail hadn't spared any expense decorating the place. Hopefully she didn't make up for it with exorbitant prices for readings. But Becky didn't make a lot of money so there was no way she'd have gone to an expensive psychic.

  "Ahh, I've been expecting you."

  Anne spun around and stared at the elegantly dressed woman sitting behind a counter.

  "Have you?” She couldn't help the surprise that crept into her voice.

  "Yes. Becky called. She was so excited. She told me all about you. Why, I feel as if I've known you forever."

  "Won't that make it more difficult to give me a rea
ding? Anything you say could be tainted by the knowledge she's given you."

  Abigail smiled and rose gracefully. “Nonsense. Please follow me into the back. I have cards already picked for you, but now I can see that you need a different deck."

  "You use different decks? I thought cards were cards."

  "Becky was right. You're a believer, but you aren't open to trying new things. You're set in your ways and hate it when things don't go the way you plan."

  "Gee, and you can tell all this without the cards.” Anne couldn't stop the smile even though she knew she sounded rude.

  "It's a good thing Becky warned me about your sense of humor. She said that some find it offensive."

  "I have no idea why,” Anne said, then laughed. “But I'm glad to know I can be my sarcastic self around you."

  Abigail shook her head and gestured to the wooden door. “Please follow me.” She turned and led the way into the back. A round table sat in the center of the room. The only light was a large candle in the center of the table.

  "You have pulled out all the stops for me, haven't you? This place is exactly the way I imagined it."

  "Different strokes for different folks. This is what you need, but others, sometimes they see something very different from what you do."

  "Interesting.” Anne smiled even though she had no clue what Abigail meant by that. “So which deck will you be using for me today?"

  "Hmmm."

  Abigail walked over to a shelf and held out her hand, palm down. She moved her hand over several small boxes on a low shelf. When she reached the end she moved back the way she'd come, until she stopped near the center.

  "I think this one.” Abigail smiled and walked over to the table. She gestured at the seat across from her and said, “Please sit. I'll begin with a simple one card reading for your immediate future."

  "That's it? You aren't going to answer my questions and—"

  "No,” she interrupted. “Not this time. This first reading will be one card. Then if you are satisfied, I will do a more in-depth reading for you."

  "That's a little odd."

  "It's also free."

  "Come again?” Anne dropped into the seat quickly.

  "It's free. If you like what you hear and find it to be true, then you can come back and buy a full reading."

  "Wow. I've never heard of a psychic who gives out free samples. Most of them are about how much money they can get."

  "I'm not most psychics."

  "You can say that again.” Anne leaned back in her seat. “Okay. I'm ready for my free one card reading."

  Abigail grinned and shuffled the deck. After a few shuffles she placed the deck on the table. “Cut the deck, please."

  Anne nodded and cut the deck, anticipation tingling along her nerves.

  "Let's see,” Abigail said as she lifted the top card and flipped it over. “Oh. The Empress. I should have guessed."

  "Huh?"

  "Well, this card tells me that you're a businesswoman. You are wise and make decisions based on the facts at hand. You can be a bit strong-willed, but you're used to being in charge. You're also level-headed and practical. But what many people don't know about you is that you donate a lot of time and money to local charities."

  Anne nodded her head and smiled, but didn't say anything.

  "This also tells me that you are going to have to take the initiative in some matter if you want what your heart desires. Doubt, ignorance, and worry over your reputation will be your downfall, unless you find a way to get around them. Remember, you are what's important here, not what other people think of you. Go after what you want with both hands and grab it before it gets away."

  "Do you see me with a man?” Anne asked as she leaned forward.

  Abigail smiled. “Actually I see two, but that is all I'll say."

  "I'll have to pick between two men?” Immediately her thoughts returned to her neighbors.

  "I didn't say that."

  Anne laughed. “Of course not. It's all up to me, isn't it? If I make the wrong choice I'll end up alone, and the right one might get me my heart's desire?"

  "Something like that.” Abigail laughed with her and rose. As she walked Anne to the door she added, “I'm so glad you came in. After doing several unhappy readings, it's nice to have one like yours. I hope you seize the opportunity and don't waste it because your mind won't shut up and let your heart decide."

  * * * *

  Anne thought about Abigail's words on her ride home. It sounded like she needed to take the initiative, but how, what, with whom?

  Maybe a nice soak in the tub with a glass of wine and a good book would take her mind off of things. Perhaps then something would come to her. She was tired of being alone, but most men were afraid of her. Dominating personalities were great in men, but not in women.

  As she ran the bathwater, she peeked out her bedroom window. Jamie was home. She knew because he had the red truck. Josh had the dark green SUV, and he'd been gone since late last night. Okay, maybe she had a compulsive need to look next door to see if she could catch a glimpse of one of them. Just last week both men had been out back gardening in cut off jeans and nothing else. Her vibrator had gotten a good workout that night.

  Images of the two men, sweaty and rock-hard made her feel hot and incredibly turned on. As she stripped off her clothes and tossed them on the floor, her hand brushed against her throbbing clit. Did she have enough time to get out her vibrator and pleasure herself before the tub filled?

  The doorbell rang before she could grab the toy. With a sigh, she grabbed the closest robe and threw it on, barely noticing what she wore until the bottom of it swished against the tops of her thighs. She'd grabbed the ivory silk robe that was meant for something more seductive than answering the door to a stranger. Hopefully she could send whoever it was on their way and get back upstairs, back to pretending her vibrator was either Josh or Jamie.

  "Who is it?” She tried to peek through the stained glass decorating the door.

  "Hi. It's Jamie DeCarlo, your next door neighbor."

  Jamie! And she'd just been fantasizing about him. Heat flared in her belly. What does he want?

  "We're canvassing the neighborhoods collecting money for the fire company. Can I talk to you for a minute? It's hard to explain through the door."

  "Oh, yeah. Sorry.” She pulled the door open and stepped to the side as she gestured for him to come in. “Sorry about that, I was just—"

  Jamie's gasp brought her to a halt. Just being near him fogged her brain. How could she have let him in the house like this? She tugged her robe closed, knowing the only thing keeping her from dying of embarrassment was the way his eyes focused on her large breasts. Could he see her nipples through the thin silk?

  "Jamie?” she asked after a long pause. “Um ... what can I do for you?"

  "Oh. Oh, yeah. Um. We're soliciting ... um, canvassing the neighborhood for donations to buy a new firetruck. For a twenty-five dollar donation you get a calendar featuring a different firefighter each month. For fifty dollars you get the calendar and a T-shirt that says, Is it hot in here? For a hundred we'll come to your house and do a free inspection to check how well you have fireproofed your house."

  He'd focused on her eyes for a minute, but then given the rest of his prepared speech to her cleavage. Perhaps her fantasies weren't so far-fetched. He couldn't be gay, as she'd thought. Not if he had such a fixation for breasts. Maybe he was bi-sexual. Could she have a shot with him after all? How to see if he was interested in her, though?

  "Come in, I'd love to make a contribution. My checkbook is just through here."

  As Jamie followed her to her office, she felt his eyes on her backside every step of the way. If she put an extra sway in her step, well, she could be forgiven. He was too delicious to not try and attract his attention.

  She wrote out the check for two hundred and fifty dollars, then handed it to him.

  "Thank you.” His eyes widened as he looked at the amount she'd
filled in. “When would you like me to come by for the inspection?"

  "You'll be doing my inspection?” She almost shouted for glee. She could think of a way to try and seduce him by then.

  Suddenly he cocked his head to the side. “Did I interrupt your bath?"

  "I was just about to get in, actually.” Did he notice how breathless she sounded? She was about to ask him if he wanted a drink then heard the sound of water. She'd left the tap on. “Oh, crap. Excuse me for a minute."

  She pushed past him and raced down the hall and up the stairs. As soon as she set foot in the bathroom she slipped, and slid across the room with a scream, banging into the old-fashioned bathtub.

  "Are you okay?” Jamie's voice floated up the stairs.

  She wanted to answer him and tell him she was okay, but her mouth wouldn't work. She'd fallen hard, and couldn't catch her breath. By the time she was able to talk again, he'd found her in the bathroom.

  "Sorry, I forgot the water was running and I overflowed the tub. Again."

  Jamie didn't answer. In fact he looked a little odd. And he was staring at her. Anne glanced down and noticed that not only had her robe slipped open, but it had twisted under her, so she was completely exposed to his view. Her shaven pussy glistened from the water and her breasts were bared.

  She groaned and struggled to get to her feet, but kept getting stuck on her robe. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she wondered if this was karmic payback for watching the two men without their knowledge and masturbating while doing it.

  Jamie's arms came around her as he helped her up. Without releasing her, he leaned across to shut off the water. Her nipples pebbled when his arm brushed across her chest, and moisture pooled between her thighs. This time it wasn't from water.

  As he pulled his arm back, the fabric of his shirt rubbed over the sensitive buds. A low moan escaped, but she hastily covered it up by ducking her head and grabbing the edges of her robe.

  "I'm so sorry.” She couldn't even meet his gaze anymore, so she looked at his stomach and caught him adjusting himself. Damn, he's hard. His size was impressive and left her even hornier than before.

  "Um, I'm sorry.” This time he blushed as she met his gaze.

  "It's alright, Jamie. I'm sure the sight of any naked woman has that effect on all men."