Bewitched for Pleasure

by Lacey Thorn

“So much for sex then.”

  “Purity of heart,” Chel corrected. “His and yours. Red is for love and passion.” She looked pointedly at Brenna. “Sex.”

  Brenna picked up the candle and laughed as she saw the word ‘sex’ carved in it. “You actually carved that in there?”

  “Well, you’re supposed to be specific and carve the name of the guy you want in there, but since I knew you wouldn’t be able to choose, I just put what you wanted on it. Sex. All you have to do is picture which one you want to have sex with when you drip your blood over the candle flame.”

  “Blood? Isn’t that a bit much?”

  “This from the girl who doesn’t believe in spells or magic?”

  Brenna sighed. “You’re right. I just have an aversion to cutting myself and dripping my blood anywhere.”

  “Open the wine,” Chel ordered as she continued setting things out.

  Brenna popped the cork. “Where are the glasses?”

  Chel placed a goblet on the table.

  “Oh, my God! I love it. Are those people having sex on there?” Brenna reached for the chalice and lifted it for a closer look. “They are! Where did you find this?”

  “Same place I got the rest of this. I saw it and knew we had to have it.”

  “I didn’t realize the cloth had a pentacle on it. Nice touch. I almost feel like we’re really casting a spell.”

  Chel looked at her and shook her head. “We are, Brenna.”

  Brenna laughed. “Of course we are.”

  “Pour some wine in the chalice and set it on the table while I finish setting my stuff up.”

  “Why is your candle green?”

  Chel busied herself arranging things and muttered softly under her breath.

  “What?” Brenna asked again.

  “Fertility,” Chel said, snapping her head up and glaring. “It’s for fertility.”

  “Oh!” Brenna sat the chalice and open wine bottle on the table and reached for her friend, tugging her close for a hug. “I didn’t know you and Chuck wanted to have a baby.”

  “We’ve been trying for about six months with no luck. Chuck says not to worry…that it will happen when it happens.”

  “But?” Brenna prompted.

  “I really want a baby. The thought of having this tiny person who’s part of me and part of Chuck… It just fills my heart up with love. I want to have a baby.”

  “Let’s do the spell,” Brenna urged. “You’ll get pregnant, and I’ll get laid!”

  Chel laughed as Brenna had meant for her to.

  “Okay, you stand on that side of the table. I’ll stand here. Join hands and close your eyes while I say the words I’m supposed to use to get us started. Here’s what you say.” She handed Brenna a piece of paper. “When I’m done, it’ll be your turn. I’ll guide you in what to do.”

  Brenna nodded and tried to listen to the words Chel said, but her mind was racing. Who should she think of when she said the spell? After her encounter earlier, it would be easy to think of Travis and his erection. But then there was no way she could keep Scott or Kyle from floating through her mind, as well. So whom did she focus on? Who did she want to have sex with the most? She barely held in a groan. All of them. She wanted all of them.

  “Brenna,” Chel whispered. “It’s your turn. Take the white candle from the center and use it to light the red candle in front of you.”

  Brenna took a deep breath and followed Chel’s directions. She had no idea why she felt strung tight. This was for fun. It wasn’t as if this was really going to bring about a huge change in her life. So why not go with it and let her imagination run wild? Chel wanted her to play along. Brenna would.

  “Take the athame and cut your finger. Then drip it over the bowl I put beside your candle.”

  Brenna looked at the bowl and saw that Chel had already put something in it—some type of powder. Have fun, she reminded herself. She took the blade and pricked her finger then moved it over the bowl.

  “Three drops,” Chel whispered and Brenna obeyed. “Shake the bowl then pour some of the powder onto your palm and close your fist over it. Then say the spell I gave you three times.”

  Brenna sprinkled some of the loose powder into her palm then held her hand up by her face while she used her other hand other to hold the paper Chel had given her.

  “Heart open, soul free. I call my lover unto me. I am his. He is mine. If the Goddess so divines.” She repeated it two more times.

  The wind picked up a bit, adding to the ambience of the night. She shivered as the breeze caressed her neck.

  “Picture your perfect lover. Open your palm and blow the powder into your candle flame. Then say the last line.”

  Brenna took a deep breath and let all three guys enter her thoughts. She’d fantasized enough to know exactly what picture she wanted to fill her mind. Oh, yeah. She was going to have fun with this. She pictured herself naked, with Scott, Kyle and Travis touching her with hands and mouths. The three of them were hard and ready to make love to her all night long. They’d be the perfect foursome. They’d belong to her and only her, but they’d share her equally.

  As the vision took shape, she felt her breasts swell and her nipples press against the lace of her bra. Between her thighs, her panties dampened with desire. She corrected the last line in her mind.

  I am theirs. They are mine. If the Goddess so divines.

  She repeated it three times, opened her eyes, unfolded her fingers and leaned close to blow the powder into the flame. There was a crackle as the powder hit the fire. The flame shot up, turning blue and green before settling back down. Brenna felt caught in a vacuum. There was no noise on the air around her. No breeze. Nothing but her and her wish cast into the candle flame. Then the world all returned in a rush, and she felt a bit dizzy.

  “Here. Drink this,” Chel said, handing her the chalice. “I think we should have done this earlier, but I don’t remember. This is more complicated than I realized.”

  Brenna smiled and started to give a typical smartass response when she took note of the intensity on her friend’s face. This meant something to Chel. She really wanted a baby. Brenna threw out an extra prayer that Chel would get pregnant soon and have a safe and healthy pregnancy.

  She took a drink then handed the cup back to Chel who placed it in the middle of the table. She said some more words then leaned in and blew out her candle. Brenna shrugged and followed suit.

  “Now, let’s take the rest of the wine inside and have a proper glass or two,” Chel said.

  Brenna reached for the bottle while Chel grabbed the knife and her bag.

  “Should we clean up?” Brenna asked.

  “Let’s just leave it for now,” Chel replied.

  They linked arms and headed inside. The breeze kicked up and Brenna shivered again as she slid the patio door shut. She glanced back, a little spooked for some reason, but she shook it off and turned toward the kitchen, Chel and the promise of wine.

  For just a moment, she would have sworn the candles had still been burning. But that was impossible. She and Chel had blown them out, and candles didn’t light themselves.

  “Hurry up,” Chel called with a laugh. “I’m pouring the wine.”

  Brenna shoved the thought aside and took the glass of wine Chel held out to her.

  “Here’s to the promise of magic,” Chel said and clinked her glass against Brenna’s.

  “To magic,” Brenna agreed and thought of the candles. She’d go back out and check on them later, to reassure herself they were out.

  Chapter Two

  Brenna stepped out of the shower a few hours later and dried off. Chel hadn’t stayed long after their spell casting on the patio. Chuck had texted—something naughty if Chel’s face had been any indication—and she’d taken off. So Brenna had finished the dregs of the wine and decided on a shower. She toweled dry her hair as best she could then left the long, blonde tresses to air dry the rest of the way.

  She grabbed one of her short, s
ilk robes from the hook on the back of her bathroom door and headed out to the living room. She might open another bottle of wine or just sit and see what movie she could find on the television tonight. She was just settling down when she thought she heard a sound on the patio.

  “Fuck,” she mumbled, remembering she and Chel had forgotten to clean up the stuff out there. She might have a drunken raccoon or something if they’d gotten into the wine left in the cup outside.

  She peered out the glass door but didn’t see anything to cause alarm. She unlocked it then slid it open, stepping outside before she realized what clicked in her mind. The candles were burning. She was positive she and Chel had blown out all three. Now, they were burning. Had Chel relit them to mess with Brenna for her disbelief in this whole spell thing? She wouldn’t put it past her best friend.

  Something tickled the back of her mind, and she recalled a brief moment earlier when she’d thought she’d seen the flame still burning after she and Chel had gone inside. They’d blown them out. Brenna would swear to it. Chel must have snuck back out when she left and relit them for some reason.

  Feeling satisfied with that answer, she reached for the red candle, intending to blow it out again and clean the table, when the heavens opened up, and rain drenched her to the skin in seconds. Brenna looked down at the robe plastered to her body and felt the sodden ropes of hair plastered to her skull worse than when she’d been in the shower. There was nothing to do but throw her head back and laugh.

  She opened her arms wide and just let the rain wash over her. She stepped off the patio into the cool, slick grass and turned in a slow circle. It was actually pretty warm for October, and the water felt good on her skin. The combination of the rain and the slight breeze felt like a lover’s caress over her body. Her nipples swelled and tingled, and her pussy ached with the need to be filled.

  This was what she loved about living so far out in the country with only one way into her property. Privacy. She opened the belt on her robe and slid the silk panels wide before sliding it off her shoulders to land at her feet. She stood naked under the full moon with the water glistening on her skin. And just that quickly, the rain ceased. She blinked wet lashes up at the sky and laughed again as the breeze picked up and seemed to swirl around her. What the hell had been in that wine Chel had bought?

  “Jesus Christ.”

  Brenna spun around as Scott’s voice echoed through the air and found herself facing the three men who’d filled her thoughts far more often than they should.

  “I… What… Are you really here?” she asked.

  “We’d have been here sooner if we knew you liked to dance naked in the night,” Kyle said.

  “I’m feeling way overdressed,” Travis added and shrugged off his leather jacket.

  Brenna looked at them for a moment then shook her head and laughed again. “Fuck that wine is some good stuff. I’m not just chanting spells about you three coming here and having sex with me. Now, I’m hallucinating, too.”

  She bent over and retrieved her robe from the ground. Masculine groans filled the air, making her giggle at how realistic it was. She straightened and glanced at them again. They hadn’t moved, not an inch. That’s how she knew they were part of her imagination. If they’d come across her naked, they would have turned their backs like the gentlemen they always were around her. Or they would have fled in the other direction, giving her privacy. These three just stood, watching.

  She stepped onto the patio and blinked as she caught sight of the candle flames still burning. Her gaze flicked over her body. She didn’t look wet. She didn’t feel soaked, and her robe was merely damp as if from the moisture left after her shower. Had the rain been an illusion, as well? She shook her head, bent to blow out the candles again and walked inside, sliding shut the door and locking it once more. Coffee. Maybe she should be making coffee.

  “Did she just walk away thinking we weren’t real?” Travis asked.

  “Yeah, but I’m more focused on the ‘chanting spells to have sex with all of us’ thing she said,” Kyle said.

  “She was naked,” Scott said. “Every fucking glorious inch of her. Naked.”

  “Yeah,” Travis and Kyle agreed with a groan.

  “So, I’m thinking we need to rethink our game plan,” Travis said.

  Scott laughed. “Yeah, somehow I don’t think she’ll be picking between us.”

  “Seems like she wants us all,” Kyle said, sounding a little stunned.

  Travis grinned. “Seems like our little Bre is a kinky vixen.”

  “A sexy as hell, kinky vixen,” Scott agreed.

  “So anyone backing out, or are we sharing?” Kyle asked, getting to the heart of the matter.

  “It’s not like we’ve never shared a girl before,” Scott reminded them.

  “That was cheap sex,” Travis grunted. “Bre’s more than that.”

  “Then I say we take a vote, now,” Scott told them. “We’re either all in, or we walk away.”

  “What do you mean ‘all in’?” Kyle asked.

  “We either agree to share and share alike. No jealousy. No pushing her to choose between us unless she seems to want to. Or we walk away. But if you walk away, there can’t be any hard feelings toward those who stay,” Scott answered.

  “You’re staying?” Travis asked.

  “Did you not fucking see the goddess who just walked away from us? I’m not going anywhere,” Scott grunted.

  “I’m staying,” Travis added.

  Kyle shook his head and sighed. “I’m in.”

  “You hope,” Travis said with a chuckle.

  “Damn straight,” Kyle agreed. “Any place she lets me.”

  “So, new game plan?” Scott prompted.

  “I’d say the first thing is to make her aware we’re not illusions or hallucinations or anything,” Travis snorted. “I thought Chel said they’d just had some wine.”

  “We probably shouldn’t let her know Chel called and told us to head over,” Kyle stated. “I’m thinking that would be a bad idea.”

  “Agreed,” Scott said.

  Travis nodded. “If we do this, everything will change,” Travis warned. “Sex does that.”

  “Did you see her?” Scott demanded. “I walked away once, when we were younger and caught her skinny dipping. I’ll never forget diving in and pulling her against my body, every naked inch of her. She fit perfectly. If she hadn’t moved so quickly, she’d have felt my erection.”

  “She felt mine tonight,” Travis said then shrugged when his best friends looked at him. “I’m tired of waiting for her to give us a clue who she likes. And fuck, it seems as if she likes us all. It wasn’t mixed signals she was sending out. She wants the three of us.” He blew out a breath. “And damned if I want to wait any longer. If me having her means sharing with you two…” He shrugged again. “I’m okay with that. I just want her. I’ve always wanted her.”

  Kyle bobbed his head. “I agree.”

  “Then let’s go get her,” Scott said and led the way around to the front of the cottage.

  Travis and his buddies had spent a few minutes knocking on her door when they’d first arrived. Then her laugh had sounded from the backyard, and they’d headed around. Travis hadn’t expected to find Brenna wearing nothing but the glow of the moon on her skin. Hell, she’d stolen his breath and left him rooted to the spot. And judging by the similar expressions on Kyle and Scott’s faces, he’d bet money they felt the same.

  They lined up in front of her door, and Kyle did the honors of knocking. The curtain moved, and they saw her peek out at them. Her eyes grew round with surprise, and Travis couldn’t help waving his fingers at her. She squeaked and pressed the phone she held back to her ear. Moments later, they heard a screech.

  “Brenna?” Scott bellowed through the door. “You okay in there?”

  The curtain moved again, and she groaned.

  “Oh, for God’s sake,” Kyle muttered. “Open the damn door, Brenna.”

  Th
e door jerked open, and she stood there with her robe tied tightly around her. “I… You… I don’t…”

  She couldn’t seem to finish a sentence.

  “We do,” Travis said and pushed his way past her, stepping inside.

  Scott followed.

  Kyle crowded Brenna away from the door, and when she finally released her grip on the frame, he eased the door shut then flipped the lock.

  “I…” She swallowed as her gaze swung between the three of them. “I’ll go put some clothes on. Just be a minute.”

  Kyle smiled, slow and easy. “Isn’t it a little late for that? We’ve already seen every inch of you.”

  She groaned and buried her face in her hands. “Oh, God. I didn’t think you were really there.”

  “Yeah, we got that when you continued the peep show by bending over and then walking in the house without saying anything to us,” Travis said.

  “Oh, God,” Brenna moaned again. “This isn’t happening.”

  Travis stepped closer to her. “It is, and it’s about damn time. I’m tired of tiptoeing around you, pretending I don’t want to get you naked and in my bed.”

  “What?” she squealed. “You do not.”

  He caught her hand and pressed it against the bulge behind his zipper. “Does it feel like I’m lying?”

  Her fingers clenched around his dick, and he groaned, rocking into her grip. “Keep that up, baby, and we’ll all be naked with you spread across that dining room table as a sensual feast just for us.”

  All four gazes skirted toward the table in question. Brenna bit her lip and looked back at Travis.

  “Just say the word,” Scott said.

  “I…” She shook her head, and Travis almost whimpered out loud when the word that came out of her mouth wasn’t a resounding yes. “Wait.”

  “We’ve been waiting. Ten long damn years,” Kyle said.

  “I had no idea you were interested in me.” Her gaze bounced among them. “None of you.”

  “We knew you were interested. We just didn’t know which one of us you were looking at,” Travis told her, placing his hand over hers where it covered his cock. “It never dawned on us you might want all of us.”