Page 26 of Bewitched & Bewildered (Witches of Starbrook #1)

Chapter 26

Ozan

Juniper is happier than I’ve seen her in weeks—maybe happier than I’ve ever seen her—and it has nothing to do with me.

I may have given her the idea, but she ran with it faster than I thought she would. By the night’s end, she has a list of plans and numbers to call. Her sisters are on board, too.

The fire is back. It’s the flame I fell for, and it reminds me of when she would barge into my shop, desperate to get a step ahead of me. She’s no longer trying to burn me with her fire, but I would let her if she wanted to.

After a long night of planning, she asks to come home with me. It shouldn’t be shocking. We’ve spent a lot of nights together, and it’s usually at my place.

I expect her to have bigger things to focus on than cuddling up with me, but I won’t turn her down.

Once we’re in her car, she leans over the center console. Her fingers weave into my hair to pull me closer. Her lips are on mine all at once, demanding and possessive.

Still, she’s sweet, giggling against my mouth. Butterflies warm my stomach, and my heart goes racing. Seeing her this happy…

It does something to me.

I lean into the kiss, my lips parting to let her tongue slide into my mouth. She tastes me, and I melt again when her fingers brush over my hair.

“I need to drive,” I whisper.

“Do you?” Her nails trail down the side of my neck. “Let’s have fun here.”

I scoff. “We could in my truck, but your car does not have enough space for everything I want to do to you…”

“Oh?” She pulls away and lifts a brow. “And what do you wish to do?”

That’s one of the many problems with my size, but no one wants to hear a man complain about being too tall. I’m not the problem. Her car is tiny. I already adjusted it so I can drive, but I miss the space my truck offers.

I should have driven over, but the thought didn’t even enter my mind. I wanted to see her. It was simple. Being with her feels simple, even if some consider our situation confusing.

Seeing how happy I can make it clears it all up for me. If I can keep making her smile, that’s enough. No labels needed.

The nagging fears still linger in the back of my mind. If we’re not together… she can leave me. She can hurt me like Vanessa did.

But my past taught me commitment is not a security blanket, and I will never use it like one. Not again. Words and labels won’t stop someone from making terrible decisions.

I have to trust Juniper, and I think I’m learning to .

I smirk. “Why don’t I tell you what I want to do while I drive?”

“Because I don’t trust you to keep your attention on the road.”

“You should trust me.” I chuckle. “It’s a short drive.”

I pull out of the driveway and focus on the slick roads. Pleasure is already coiling in the pit of my stomach. I ignore it, fighting the urge to touch her. It would be easy to slip my finger up her short dress and…

“You know I want to taste you,” I say.

“Mm…I thought that may be on the agenda.”

“Feeling you shake under me…that cute little quiver in your thighs.” I let out a sigh. “That’s my favorite feeling in the world.”

“I can think of something you like more.”

“What’s that?”

She leans closer. Her voice drops to a low whisper, even though there’s no one around to hear. “Me shaking while you’re deep in my pussy—giving me everything you have. Every… last… inch.”

I inhale through my nose. It’s already a struggle to stay composed, and it becomes impossible when her delicate hand rests on my thick thigh. Her nails scrape against my jeans.

“Juniper…” Her name comes out in a low growl.

“Yes?”

“No touching until we’re at home.”

Her hand moves, and I would regret the command, but I love seeing how easily she listens to me. My pants grow tighter.

“Spread your legs,” I say. “And lift that pretty dress.”

“Wh—what? ”

“I want you to touch yourself, baby.” I chuckle darkly. “Let me watch.”

I can see her from the corner of my eye. She bites at her lower lip and parts her legs, lifting her dress enough that I can see her clothed pussy. Black lace underwear—a pair I’ve seen before—cover her warmth. I force myself to look away.

Her fingers move between her legs.

“Touch yourself over the underwear,” I say.

She sighs and does as I ask, teasing herself through the fabric. “I’m already wet.”

“Of course you are.” I hold back a groan. “My good girl is always ready for me.”

For a few moments, all I hear is her soft, whiny breaths. She lifts her hips, thrusting against her hand.

I sit up straighter and lean in to focus on the road. At least it’s not raining anymore.

“Can I touch myself now?” she whimpers. “Under the?—”

“No—and you can’t come until I say so.”

“What?” There’s stress behind her words.

I know she loves it. It’s an agreement we’ve made. Giving me control of her pleasure gets her off, and who am I to deny that?

“Keep teasing yourself,” I say. “I want that pussy ready for me. I’m going to lick up every drop.”

Juniper is so good—so obedient. She doesn’t stop touching herself until we’re parked outside of my shop.

Her hand is on me as soon as I slide into my spot. Soft fingers graze against my hard bulge, and I hiss, grabbing her wrist and squeezing.

The rough touch draws a moan from her pretty mouth.

“Did I say you can touch me?” I lift a brow.

She shakes her head, and her eyes sparkle. “ But?—“

“Let’s go upstairs,” I say. “You need a punishment.”

JUNIPER

Warmth thrums through me as I ascend the stairs. His eyes are on my ass—I can feel his attention there, and it’s exactly what I want. I don’t know how he’ll punish me, but I can imagine…

And I know it’s going to end in the most mind-shattering, life-altering orgasm of my life. It always does. Each time is better than the last.

We enter his little apartment, and I turn to face him.

“Where do you want me?” I blink at him with feigned innocence.

He hums and steps forward, holding my jaw in his large hand. “I want you everywhere. I want you on my cock, under me, on top of me, in the shower…”

I try to nod, but his touch grows firm, holding me still.

“Right now?” He leans closer with a dark look in his eye. “I want you over my knee. Come on.”

I savor these moments. After, I know he’ll fawn over me, and I love those times as well… but nothing makes me as weak as this .

Ozan sits on the edge of his bed and pulls me onto his lap. As promised, he bends me over his knee. He’s strong enough that I feel secure in place when he pushes up my skirt. A needy sigh falls from his mouth as he rubs a hand over my clothed ass .

His fingers graze against my wet pussy, just for a moment, and then his touch is back on my ass.

I arch my back in wait.

“Do you know why I’m doing this?” he asks.

I smirk. “Because it gets you hard?”

I can feel the proof beneath me. His thick cock is straining in his pants, and I know I’m applying pressure by being here.

Another thing I know is that I’m pushing his buttons—and he loves it.

His hand comes down on my ass in a hard smack. I wiggle under his grip, suppressing a moan. That’s what he wants to hear, but I won’t give it to him so easily.

“Because you’re a brat.” He smacks my ass again, hard enough to leave a red mark. This time, there’s no hiding the moan that dribbles from my lips.

He rubs my ass, soothing the area.

“I’m not,” I say, just to be contrarian. “I’m a good girl.”

“My good girl asks before she touches.”

He pushes down my underwear, and this time, when his large hand comes down on me, it’s against my bare skin. The sound echoes through the room. He rubs my ass again, his fingers teasing my entrance as he does.

I whine and arch my back, begging for more.

“I can’t believe how wet this makes you,” he says, giving me another spank. His free hand pushes my hair out of my face.

I turn my head to meet his gaze. “I want to be good for you.”

“You could have fooled me.” He smacks my ass again, making eye contact this time. It’s almost enough to finish me without a single touch. His rough fingers grip my ass.

I let out a cry of pleasure—and pain .

His touch is harsh, but his voice goes soft. “Do you need to use your safe word?”

I shake my head. “No. No.”

“You like this, don’t you?” His fingers dip into my wet entrance, teasing.

I nod vigorously. “Yes. Yes, please.”

“I can’t believe it. You’re already begging for me.” He pushes two fingers in, and a soft growl emits from his mouth. “You’re so fucking needy.”

“I am,” I whine.

“What do you need?” His fingers pump into me, but it’s still too slow. Not enough.

“I need to come.”

“Hm…” His fingers slip out, moving to my clit and rubbing me in firm circles. “I don’t know if you deserve it.”

“I do.” If he’s touching me, I won’t be able to hold off for long. I don’t think he wants me to. His hips twitch under me, and he touches me the way he knows I like it. The way I need it.

“Okay, baby.” He sighs. “You can come. Be a good girl. Let me hear it.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll stop.”

I know better than to test him, and it’s impossible to hold back my ecstasy. My body is already twitching beneath him. No matter how much I enjoy pressing his buttons, an instinctive part of me longs to listen to him.

He knows where to touch me, rubbing my clit in circles and applying delicious pressure.

I’m whining and twitching, still bent over his lap, when I see stars. There’s nothing for me to hold on to, but he keeps me secure. His free hand curls into my neck.

He slips his fingers back into my soaked hole and doesn’t stop fingering me until I go still. All I can hear in the room is our shared breaths. My ears ring; my pulse rushes and races.

He helps me to my feet, but I don’t stay there long, collapsing on the bed and spreading my legs.

“What?” He stands, and his eyes are still dark. “You really want more?”

I nod wordlessly.

I want to be a hole for him. He seems happy to oblige, undoing his belt and pants in what may be a record. His shirt comes off, too, but I pay no mind.

His thick, hard cock captures my attention.

I half-expect him to sink into me with haste, but he doesn’t. He stops to kiss me, and it’s soft, nuzzling his nose against mine.

“You feel so good,” he mumbles into my mouth. “I love how you feel around my fingers. Around my cock. Everything.”

“I love you .”

The words slip out without permission. My eyes widen, but he doesn’t share the same surprise. He rubs his cock against my center, wearing a soft smile.

“I love you too,” he says.

It means everything—but he doesn’t make it sound like a big deal, and… I can’t be embarrassed for more than a second.

“Oz. I want to try?—”

“Anything.”

“—sex magic.”

He lifts a brow. “You’ve never tried?”

“No. I haven’t.”

I’ve been thinking about it since I found the book in his shop… and I’ve been thinking about it with him .

I shake my head.

“Okay,” he says. “I can teach you. It’s about summoning energy and focusing on an intention. What is our intention?”

“My bar. I want to put all of our energy into that.”

He smiles big. “We can do that. We need to make sure we both finish, okay?”

“That won’t be hard.”

He groans as he sinks into me. I’m learning to memorize the feeling of how he fills me. It gets better each time. I never want anyone else. It’s only meant to be him, stretching me out, taking me to the hilt.

Our eyes lock. It’s intimate, too intimate if it were someone else, but when it’s us… I love it. It’s what I need. I no longer fight an urge to look away. Magic sparks in me as he gives me every inch.

His hips go still as he presses his forehead to mine. Strong hands grab my thighs, opening me wider. Somehow, he sinks deeper.

I cry out.

“That’s it.” He pulls back and gives it to me again, thrusting harder. “Feel the energy. Feel the pleasure—and remember what it is. It’s magic.”

There’s friction between our bodies—energy—and he’s right. I can sense the magic, sparkling and pink, all around us.

The noises, the thrusts, it is all creation.

“Picture your bar.” His words are strained. “Imagine it exactly how you want it.”

There’s a live band. It’s full of people. Everyone holds sparkling drinks. They’re merry, and their laughter carries over the sound of the music. I’m happy, too.

Ozan is there. He’s smiling at me from across the room .

The sign hanging above the bar is different—the Moonlit Tavern. My eyes widen as the name comes to me.

“Moonlit Tavern!”

“That’s right.” He fucks into me with a hard thrust, as if he’s making a point. “That’s such a—”thrust—“pretty name.”

“Feel it. Our pleasure. Our desire,” he says. “We’ll send it to that vision. Together.”

“Yes!” I cry.

His fingers press against my clit. He’s filling me with pleasure and magic, and I’m falling over the edge—but I don’t fall, do I? We fly together. Magic bursts between us.

“What is your intention?” He barely gets the words out.

“Success.”

“And passion.”

That’s what we create together…

And for once, we’re making it for me. For once, something in my life is all for me .