Bewitch Me - A Halloween Collection by Lily Rede Read Free Book Online

Tom. To kiss him . Now she had firsthand knowledge of how good all those delicious muscles felt crushed against her breasts, the heat of his body, and the clean smell of his soap mixed with something uniquely his, and all she wanted was more and more and more.
    And his cock, large and thick under the denim of his jeans. Hard. For her. That was a mindboggling revelation in and of itself. She’d yielded to impulse and the results were surprisingly wonderful. Cass wasn’t sure what to do with all the new sensory information, but a greedy inner voice suggested she examine it more closely. Preferably when both of them were naked.
    Cass forced herself to focus.
    “What’s weird?”
    “The air. It’s…sparkling.”
    Cass’ eyes flew open.
    The music had stopped, and the puzzled neighbors murmured to each other in wonder as sparkle trails playfully swirled around, whipping through hair and curling around the bemused partygoers. The fiddler futilely swatted at one swirl with his bow and the children jumped up and down, trying to catch the glowing sparks.
    “It’s not fireflies – what is that?”
    “Pollen or something.” Cass tried to shrug it off, dying inside.
    “It doesn’t look like pollen. It looks like…I don’t know, pixie dust?”
    “Probably just some teens playing a prank.”
    Apparently Cass’ grip on her powers still needed some work. She groaned and pulled away from Tom, chastising herself for her lack of self-control.
    You can’t even handle five minutes of human contact, she scolded herself. Granted, those five minutes were spent pressed up against Tom Owens’ warm, hard, tempting form. Witch or not, no red-blooded female could be faulted for a lapse in self-control under those circumstances. The man had her hot and aching with no more than a smile and the caress of his fingers against the small of her back.
    An answering sparkly swirl stroked the curve of his jaw and Tom jerked back, unnerved.
    Cass scowled at the happy sparkle trail. She was pathetic.
    “I have to go.”
    “Wait, don’t – ”
    “I’ve got things to do.”
    As she turned to go, Viola plowed through the crowd and launched herself into Tom’s arms.
    “Oh Tom, what is it? Do you think it’s dangerous?”
    Cass tamped down on the urge to gag as the voluptuous bitch cuddled close, her breasts spilling out of a tight top. She took some solace in the fact that Tom didn’t put an arm around her, but only patted her shoulder soothingly. Still, it was only a matter of time before Viola wore him down. He was a guy and therefore not immune to breasts, and Viola was clearly unafraid to go after what she wanted. Plus, there was no chance that she would accidentally transform him into something unsavory.
    The thought of the two of them entwined brought a wave of depression that had one positive result – the joyous sparks swirled one last time, and then twinkled out of existence, leaving the neighbors even more baffled than before.
    Cass breathed a sigh of relief.
    After some confused chatter, the music started up again, and Viola immediately wrapped Tom’s arms around her.
    “You owe me a dance, Mister.”
    Cass rolled her eyes and hurried away, ignoring Tom’s “Wait, Cass – ”
    She headed back down the street toward her house, which suddenly looked very lonely in the dark at the end of the block.
    Cass shivered, feeling dejected.
    It was going to be a long, cold night.
     
    TOM STARED AT HIS prize pumpkins in the weak morning light. It didn’t look good. The pumpkins were his pride and joy, his own crafted vines, lovingly tended for months in preparation for competition at the festival. They were round and orange and monstrous, just as they should be, but the sharp bite of cold that swooped in overnight threatened to undo all his hard work. Grim, he started tucking blankets around his babies, the best he could do at the moment.
    It had been a rough night. After Cass had fled, Tom had spent fifteen minutes trying to dodge