Page 35 of Growing Memories (Valley of Sylveren #2)

He kissed her again, deeply, tongue stroking over hers.

He swallowed down her whimper when he rolled her clit between his fingers.

Kept working her over, winding her tighter and tighter with each tug.

When her leg began to shake, she tried to slip it off the ledge, hands bracing against the wall for some kind of leverage.

Ollas caught her behind the knee, pushing her back up.

Held her wide, her pussy snug and filled by him.

Made her hold the position as he bucked into her.

A nameless sense of need surged through her veins.

It existed beyond her own body, rising to mesh with Ollas.

There was a resonance between them, around them, building up and up until Eunny thought she might shatter.

It made sparks dance beneath her skin, and behind closed eyes, her vision filled with golden light.

Ollas bent over her again as her hips began to stutter. “Come for me one more time, love.”

She did, hard. Lost in the haze of passion and release, it felt as if her essence tangled with Ollas, exploding outward in a dusting of light.

Of magic. But instead of fear, she knew only euphoria.

If not for the weight of him holding her down, she’d have fallen off the counter with the violence of her spasms. As it was, the foot still touching the floor was useless, her leg buckling as he rutted into her.

Another grunt spilled from his lips as his second climax peaked.

Each of her contractions was mirrored by his cock throbbing, filling her with more of his seed.

She’d be a mess when he finally pulled out.

Eh. What was one more type of fertilizer in the storage shed?

The thought made her snort with laughter even as satiation had her sagging across the counter.

“No,” Ollas moaned, hips cuddled flush with her ass as he clung to her. “You’re going to laugh me out.”

The complaint only made her laugh harder. She nudged him. “You’re squishing me.”

Ollas dragged himself up, casting about until he found a stack of clean, folded towels on a nearby shelf. He offered her one, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “Are you okay? I… That wasn’t what I meant to do.”

“No?” Eunny said, wiping herself off. “What happened to ‘I’ve been dreaming about seducing you in the greenhouse, Eunny?’”

He blushed. “I think you seduced me first.”

“Maybe. But I wasn’t the one living out my fantasies.” She stepped back into her trousers, then leaned against the counter. “So? Did reality disappoint?”

He indicated his still semi-hard cock. “Never.”

Once they were both clothed, Eunny went to unlock the door. She turned back to see Ollas squinting around, blinking in confusion.

“What were we talking about before?” he asked, rubbing his eyes with his hands.

Perfect. Awkward conversations avoided for another day. Which should’ve done more to allay the tumult inside her when it came to this fun they were having and its inevitable expiration date. Because Eunny knew Ollas wouldn’t say no to her. She’d exploit that goodness in him if need be.

“Can’t help you there,” she murmured, grabbing her cloak. “I’ve got to— Whoa! Nev, look!”

The fresh cuttings had exploded with new growth, leaves crowding against the glass. Ollas stared at them, fingertips pressed against the nearest enclosure. Abruptly, he pivoted away and dug out his journal, one hand scrabbling across the counter for a pencil.

Eunny found one hidden beneath an empty fertilizer bag and handed it over. “Have you ever seen?—?”

“No, never,” Ollas mumbled, frantically jotting down notes. He paused long enough to glance at her, an odd look on his face. Curious, yet apprehensive. “Did it feel like, just for a moment, um, like… magic?”

“No,” Eunny said, the word coming out sharper than she meant.

A furrow marred his brow. His mouth opened, but uncertainty blocked any words.

Eunny forced herself to soften, an easy smile forming on her lips. “I know it was good, Nev, but let’s not get carried away.”

Ollas held her gaze. Something flickered behind his eyes, a moment of indecision, like he might argue. But then he relaxed, wiping a hand across his mouth and sighing. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It’s just… unexpected.”

“No argument from me.” She took a step away. She had to get out of here, away, before he could dwell more on what had happened. Ask questions. “I need to check on something for the café.”

He stopped her to give her a soft kiss before she could duck out the door. “See you later?”

“Sure,” she said. “I’ll find you.”

Eunny stepped outside, heading back toward her apartment. A nervous shiver had her rubbing her hands briskly along her arms. It wasn’t magic. She couldn’t have just oozed light while Ollas was getting her off. If that was a thing, she’d have known about it by now, right?

Hard to argue with the evidence, though; something about those plants called to them.

Something had taken advantage of how uninhibited they’d been in the moment.

But pulling magic? No. Ollas didn’t have a strong enough grasp of his own to have given the plants a hold, and Eunny, she hadn’t summoned any of her light.

This was just weird happenstance. She’d just had mind-blowing sex in a godsdamned greenhouse.

Brought one of his fantasies to life. Shit, she’d certainly felt how enthusiastic he was about it.

But plants and sex magic? Best to take her own advice and not get carried away.

“Pull it together, Song,” she muttered.

Forward only. Nothing serious. If a small—infinitesimal, really—part of her was feeling some kind of way about discovering this kinky side of Ollas, it changed nothing. And that strange way he’d looked at her, the hesitancy in his voice when he’d asked if she’d felt any magic…

The way he’d been nervous to ask, but not necessarily surprised…

Eunny shook her head. She was slipping up around him in too many ways. Had been foolish enough to start to feel safe. It couldn’t happen again.