The Witch's Complement
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She did have an ace up her sleeve, however. Or, in her back pocket, as it were.
Tilting her body in the tight space, she kept the pace with her first two fingers, stroking Abby deep while she plunged her other hand into her pocket then used her hip to slip the vibrator onto her finger before pressing the power button.
The sound Abby made when Wren pressed the buzzing silicone to her clit made Wren wonder if somebody was going to hear them, even on this rural dirt road in the middle of nowhere.
Why had they decided not to drive the RV to this reunion, again?
Abby’s moans were coming faster now as she reached, bracing her hands against the door so she could grind her hips against Wren’s fingers.
Wren did a quick check to make sure the door was locked, then glued her eyes back to her girlfriend. “Come on, baby. I wanna feel you come.”
Abby gasped, then went silent, her back arching up off the seat while Wren massaged her inside and out.
“Yeah, that’s it.” Fuck, she loved watching Abby come. Her own panties were damp, her pussy pulsing like it wanted in on the game as Abby writhed and moaned.
As soon as the climax ebbed, Abby sat up, reaching for Wren and crushing their lips together. While they kissed, Abby took her hand and slipped the vibrator off Wren’s finger.
“You’re sneaky,” she mumbled against Wren’s mouth as she pressed Wren back, then went to her knees on the floorboard. “Lose your shorts and get on the seat.”
Wren wriggled out of her shorts with the grace of a fawn, all legs and awkward angles, but when the cool leather of the backseat was against her ass, the lightning of sensation that went up her spine promised to make the cramped space worth it.
Abby wasted no time, kissing Wren and scoring her fingers deep in one firm thrust that made Wren gasp with pleasure.
“Show me how to turn this thing on.” Abby had gotten the vibrator onto her finger and held it out to Wren who was already starting to come unglued with the way Abby was stroking her G-spot. Abby smirked. “Uh oh. Getting hard to talk?” She stroked her fingers a little faster, a little firmer.
“Fuck.” Wren melted into the seat, giving up on the vibrator. “I’m not gonna need it—”
Within two more strokes of Abby’s fingers, Wren was already stung tight, already riding the edge between pleasure and release. Then a soft buzz filled the car, and when Abby lowered that buzzing bud to the top of Wren’s sex, she tipped right over—with Abby’s name on her lips as she came.
She rolled her hips and milked Abby’s fingers with each wave of pleasure, while Abby rubbed her clit with her vibrating fingertips, keeping the orgasm going, coaxing it up, and then following it on the slow glide back down.
“I love watching you come undone,” Abby murmured as she crawled up Wren’s boneless body. They kissed, a gentle clashing of lips and tongues, until Wren had to pull back by a fraction for fear that they’d never make it to their destination.
Abby sat back like she was thinking the same thing. “Also, I love that you’re willing to make me come in the back of a car on the way to my parents’ house.”
Wren smirked and kissed Abby once more. “We needed to give the new toy a test run.”
Shorts back in place, and Abby’s skirt around her hips where it belonged, they exited through the back doors and then immediately opened the front. It was cold outside, the November coastal air a balmy fifty degrees, but it was warm—if slightly muggy—inside the car.
“Did you buy that just for this trip?” Abby asked as she buckled herself into the driver’s seat.
Wren shrugged, playing it comically coy. “I figured we might need to be discreet and speedy while we’re staying with your family.”
“There will be plenty of opportunities to break away from the group and put it to good use.” Abby smirked as she pressed the ignition.
“That reminds me,” Wren said, remembering a question she’d kept thinking of and never finding the right time to ask. “Are we going to need to... downplay things at all?”
Abby’s glance, complete with furrowed brows made it clear she didn’t know what Wren was talking about.
“Like, is it cool we’re together? Or do we need to play it more het-best-friends?” She really, really hoped the answer was no. And she would really, really understand if the answer was yes.
Sometimes it was easy to forget that their circle of ultra-accepting friends was not the norm in every part of the world. Or country. Or even state. Hell, it was really a person-by-person thing.
Abby’s eyes were wide when she threw Wren another glance before looking back at the road. “Oh my god, no. Like, not at all.”
The level of relief that went through Wren was profound.
“I will never take you somewhere, or make you spend time with people where we are not just accepted but embraced.” She looked her way. “Got it?”
Embraced. For whom she loved. And who she was—queer, a witch, all of it. It was a heady, incredible idea, and something she only then knew she’d never expected to find.
“At least half of the people who will be at this reunion are some form of sexuality or gender non-conforming,” Abby went on. “It’s part of what got us such a bad reputation in town.” Her smile was beaming and cheesy. “In fact, if you really want to, we can get in on some kinky group action one of the nights.”
Wren laughed, surprised. “Aren’t you related to some of the people who are gonna be there?”
“We’ll check the participant list before we sign-up for sure.”
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Zander could hardly believe she was holding her niece.
Her niece!
Holy shit, she was an aunt!
She blinked away the subtle burn of attempted tears and smiled down at the little wrapped bundle in her arms.
At Fiona.
“It’s the perfect name,” Zander said, looking up to find Cecily gazing at her from the hospital bed.
She smiled. “Thanks. It was hard keeping it under our hat all these months.”
Zander started to ask what they’d planned to name the baby if it had turned out to be a boy, but stopped. What did it matter? Fiona was a girl—Zander knew it for a fact, having held her slippery little naked body just seconds after she was born—and she had the perfect name to suit her tiny features and her tuft of thick, dark baby hair that created a fringe across her forehead from under the hat the hospital had put on her.
“Scott told me how you helped,” Cecily said. “I knew you were there but—” she shook her head.
“You were a little distracted,” Zander said, finishing her sentence. Fiona’s arrival had been one hell of a surprise—a fast, blur of a surprise.
Cecily gave a low laugh like that was the understatement of the century.
Alyssa, Wren and Abby had all gone home about ten minutes ago. Callum and Scott had ventured down to the cafeteria in the hopes of finding food, and Nicole was sleeping peacefully on the window bench/guest bed—so Zander was getting in some quality baby-holding time.
“They said I can probably go home tomorrow.” Cecily’s voice was low. She sounded exhausted—of course she did.
“Awesome,” Zander replied, looking up at her again. “We’ll make sure everything’s ready at the house, and we can come pick you up. You know, since you didn’t drive a car here.”
Cecily laughed quietly, then winced.
“Are you in pain?” Zander asked. “You want me to get the nurse?”
But she shook her head. “Nah, I’m okay. Stuff like laughing and coughing make me remember I recently pushed a baby out of my body, that’s all.”
Jesus. It was trippy for her to think about Cecily having done that—she couldn’t imagine what it must be like for Cecily, sitting there staring at the baby she’d been able to feel moving in her belly less than four hours ago.
In her arms, Fiona squirmed once and let out a soft little coo of a cry. Her lips began moving like she was trying to talk, he
r little head turning from side to side.
“I think this might be that rooting thing the nurse was talking about,” Zander said, standing from the chair she’d been sitting in and bringing Fiona to Cecily’s waiting arms.
The door to the room cracked open and Scott’s quiet voice came through ahead of him. “It’s just us.”
Nicole woke up then, sitting up with a breath and pushing her hair back from her face as Scott and Callum walked into the room.
Zander smiled at Callum, who ticked his head in a wordless “we should go.”
“We should let you get some rest,” Zander said to Cecily.
“At least as much as I’m liable to get for a while,” Cecily replied with a tired smile.
“All the more reason to let you get what you can,” Nicole said as she came up alongside Cecily’s bed.
Hugs were exchanged all around. Zander told Scott the plan for tomorrow—that they should call when they’re being discharged so she and Callum could come pick them up. Nicole, likewise, shared her plans to stay in the guest room at the house for a few days to help everybody get settled.
Zander was more grateful for that than she’d expected to be.
“So?”
Zander turned around to see Callum locking the front door behind them a quick twenty-minute drive later. “So, what?”
“Fiona is pretty damn cute.”
She smiled, her eyes narrowing. Where was he going with this? Stepping slowly into his arms, she slipped hers around his chest pulled him toward her. “She is, yes.”
Callum’s hands slid down onto her ass as he peered down at her and smirked. “So... do you want one?”
Ah. That’s what she’d thought he might have been about to ask. But even the cutest of babies—because clearly, Fiona was the cutest baby ever—couldn’t change her mind. “No. You?”
He shook his head, and his smile grew. “Not at all.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“You were quiet on the drive home,” he replied with a shrug. “It seemed like you were thinking. I figured it might have been that.”
“I was thinking, that’s true.” She let her hands slide up his back and he squeezed her ass in return, pressing her to him.
“What were you thinking about?”
She stared at him for a moment. At his strikingly blue eyes, at the stubble on his jaw, and the way his dark blond hair fell across his forehead.
She couldn’t imagine her life without him.
It wasn’t just tonight, she’d been thinking on this for a long time. And while holding Fiona hadn’t juiced up her reproductive instincts the way friends had warned her it would—it had brought this recurring idea back to the forefront in a way she couldn’t deny or logic away. She didn’t want to dismiss it. So she might as well say it.
“Do you...” The words caught in her throat with eager excitement. “Would you want to marry me?”
It was not what he’d expected her to say. She could see it in the way his brows shot up and his lips fell open. In the way he pulled back—but not away.
“Did you just propose?” A disbelieving grin spread across his face.
Zander gave a nod. “I did, yeah.”
Callum’s smile was crooked, his low laugh private and inviting as he shook his head once like he still wasn’t sure he believed it.
“So?” Zander pried, fisting the back of his shirt in her fingers when he didn’t answer. “You wanna?”
He nodded, peering into her eyes so she knew how much he meant it, even while he played it cocky. “Yeah. Yeah, I’d marry the hell out of you.”
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Elle Beauregard writes stories where magic is real, and women win. Some of her stories include girls who kiss girls, and boys who kiss boys. She lives in the Pacific Northwest where she shares a mid-century rambler with “The Hubby,” and “The Kiddos.” Her weaknesses include coffee, planners, and jewelry—though not always in that order.
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