Authors: Charlotte Abel
She nuzzled his neck and laughed. “It’s going to start raining any second. You better get your stuff inside before it does.”
If a tree lost a limb in the storm and hit his car, it wouldn’t be good. But Josh wasn’t going to risk parking it in the garage where his devious little wife could get her hands on it.
He kissed Channie, sucking her lower lip into his mouth then set her down. “I hope you’re prepared to feed me. I’m starving.”
“Just put your bike in the garage and the rest of your stuff in the master bedroom.”
“Oh, okay.” Josh tried to keep the disappointment out of his voice. He’d assumed that since they’d had sex, they’d be sharing a room, and more importantly, a bed. Maybe Channie wasn’t quite ready to share everything.
“I hung all my clothes on the lower rods in the closet, but if you need more space let me know. I can move some of it back upstairs.”
“I don’t have that much, I’m sure it’s fine.” Josh waited for Channie to turn her back then pumped his fist.
They ate lunch, assembled a puzzle, and watched the storm race across the mountain. Josh was sitting on the front porch swing with Channie in his lap. He was still a little shy about asking for sex but he didn’t want to wait until bedtime. “The storm’s over. I think I’ll jump in the hot tub. Wanna join me?”
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
“You don’t need one.” Josh lowered his voice, trying to sound seductive, but he could tell from the heat radiating off his skin that his face was beet red.
Channie arched an eyebrow. “Oh?”
Crap.
Had he offended her?
A slow smile spread across her face.
Apparently, not. Josh heaved a sigh of relief. “The house is completely secluded and protected by keep-away spells.” He nipped her earlobe. “We can hot tub naked.”
Channie lifted her chin, giving him access to her neck. “We can do everything naked.”
“Everything?” Josh’s voice cracked. So much for sounding confident and seductive. He shifted his weight and tried to readjust himself without her noticing…and failed.
Channie laughed. “Well, not
everything.
I’m not frying bacon and eggs in the buff.”
Josh grinned at her. “I’ll let you wear an apron while you’re cooking.”
“Are you going to ride your bike naked?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I want kids someday, so it’s probably not a good idea.”
The mention of kids shot a dart of sadness into Josh’s heart.
Channie was never pregnant. We didn’t lose a baby
, but it sure felt like it to him. “Okay, no naked bike rides or cooking in the nude, but I’ve been fantasizing about skinny-dipping in a hot tub with a hot girl ever since Dad bought one for the cabin in Breck.”
“When was that?”
“The summer before I started high school.”
“And just who exactly was this hot girl you imagined in there with you?” Channie scooted off Josh’s lap and stood up.
“Uh…no one?”
“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes.
“Well, it wasn’t anyone in particular, it was just a vague idea of a generic woman.”
“Generic woman?”
“You know…” Josh held his cupped hands in front of his chest, but dropped his arms when Channie narrowed her eyes. “It was just an adolescent fantasy.”
Channie jammed her fists on her hips. “Your fantasy woman has watermelon sized breasts?”
“No!” Josh repeated the hand gesture, keeping his fingers together this time, indicating a much smaller fruit. “Not unless they’re baby watermelons.”
Channie’s eyebrows shot up.
“Cantaloupe?”
She twisted her mouth to the side and shook her head.
“I’m just making this worse, aren’t I?”
“Yep.”
“Can I start over?”
“Please, do. This is more entertaining than television.”
“Entertaining? You’re not mad at me?”
Channie took Josh’s wrists and tugged him to his feet then guided his hands to her boobs. “Try grapefruit.”
“Oh!” His voice cracked. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Yeah, definitely my favorite.”
Channie giggled.
The sound of her laughter warmed his heart as well as other parts of his body. “Why don’t you go grab us a couple of robes while I get the cover off the hot tub?”
“I’ll meet you outside.”
The rain that had pooled on the hot tub cover soaked Josh when he lifted it off. “Yikes! That’s cold!”
“You should have taken your clothes off first.”
Josh whirled around and nearly swallowed his tongue.
Channie untied her robe and slipped it off her shoulders. She hung it on a hook then glided up the steps into the hot tub.
Josh sighed as her perfect body sank beneath the steaming surface.
She draped an arm over the side and turned her head to look at him. “Well? What are you waiting for?”
Josh stripped down in record time then tripped over his feet as he bolted up the steps.
Channie’s bell-like laughter more than compensated for Josh’s embarrassment over his clumsiness. Hell, he’d gladly fall on his face if it made her laugh again.
“Are you okay?” Her eyes still sparkled, but she arched her brows as she stood up and offered a hand to steady him.
“I’m fine.” Josh gulped then forced his gaze back to Channie’s face only to discover that her eyes had travelled south.
The water covered his hips, but just barely. He backed up until he felt the molded recliner behind his knees and sat down.
Channie leaned forward and drifted across the hot tub towards Josh. Her hair streamed behind her, floating on the surface of the water. She placed her hands on his knees then leaned in and kissed him.
Josh braced a foot against the bottom step to keep from floating off the recliner then gripped her waist. He slid his hands up and down her sides as the kiss became more frantic. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth then retreated as he advanced.
Channie straddled his hips.
Josh’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. This was it, his fantasy was about to become a reality.
Her hot breath caressed his ear. “You better go get one of those things on before we go any further.”
“What things…oh…yeah.” He’d forgotten all about the box of condoms in his duffle bag. He kissed the tip of Channie’s nose then slid out from under her. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”
She sucked her lower lip into her mouth then pulled it through her teeth.
Holy crap.
Josh vaulted out of the hot tub, sloshing water all over the deck. He ran inside and dug the box of Trojans out his bag. He hadn’t tried to apply a condom since the eighth grade—that’s the only time he remembered. They’d all been given a couple during the human sexuality unit in health class. Josh had locked himself in the bathroom as soon as he’d gotten home to try it out. It wasn’t that difficult, but that had been in the privacy of his own bathroom. He pulled the instruction sheet out of the box and skimmed the information. He froze when he read, “not recommended for use underwater.”
“What the hell?” Josh read it again. It didn’t say why it wasn’t recommended, but since it warned against the use of oil based lubricants, he suspected it had something to do with the chemicals in the water weakening the latex. He’d left his phone in his car so he couldn’t even look it up online. “Damn it.”
Josh tucked the box in the top drawer of the nightstand next to the bed then grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips. He remembered Dad explaining that the reason he wasn’t going in the hot tub anymore was because it lowered his sperm count and he and Liz were trying to have a baby. He shuddered at the memory of that awkward revelation, but it was useful information. Maybe if he soaked in the hot water for a couple of hours before using the condom it would be safe enough? What kind of a selfish prick thought like that?
There was no such thing as ‘safe enough.’ Not when it came to Channie. He wasn’t going to risk getting her pregnant in the hot tub just to fulfill a selfish fantasy.
“Josh? You okay?”
He looked up and found Channie standing in the doorway wrapped up in her robe, a towel wound around her head like a turban.
He sighed then forced a smile. “We can’t have sex in the hot tub.”
“Why not?”
He handed her the condom instruction sheet and pointed to the warning about sex underwater.
She sat down beside him on the bed then twisted her mouth to the side and frowned. “It doesn’t say ‘don’t do it.’ It just says, ‘not recommended.’”
Josh shook his head. “It’s not worth the risk.”
Channie scratched her forearm and stood up. “The chemicals in the water are making me itch. Why don’t we take a shower together then finish what we started in bed?”
Josh grinned then followed her into the bathroom. Showering with Channie was even better than messing around in the hot tub. The feel of her firm, but yielding, curves under his hot, soapy hands had him panting with desire. He lost the ability to breathe at all when she dug her fingers into his biceps. But when she threw back her head and gasped his name, he thought he’d surely melt and disappear down the drain with the soap and shampoo and…blood.
“Channie! Are you okay?”
“Um-hum.” The corners of her lips curled up in a lazy smile as her eyes fluttered open.
“You’re bleeding.” Josh pointed at the trickle of blood flowing down her inner thigh.
She gasped and yanked the shower door open then shoved Josh’s shoulder, propelling him out of the shower. “Get out!”
Panic rose in his throat, choking him. Had he hurt her? She’d obviously enjoyed it, but even vigorous foreplay shouldn’t make her bleed…oh. “Did you just start your period?”
“Out!” She pointed at the bathroom door.
“Okay, okay.” Josh kept his eyes on her face as he backed up.
She slammed the door in his face.
“Just tell me you’re okay.”
“I’m fine. And the answer to your question is yes.”
“Oh, good.” Josh had suspected as much but it was a relief to know for sure.
The sound of doors and drawers opening and closing put Josh on alert. “Do you need anything? Advil? Tylenol?”
“Vengeance stocked this place with everything I could possibly need except…you know…”
“Oh.” Josh’s face burned with heat. “You need tampons?”
“Yes.”
Buying the condoms had been embarrassing, but it was nothing compared to shopping for tampons. The Kwik Mart in Nederland had an entire shelf full of the things. Josh had no idea what size, absorbency or even brand Channie used. It was a twenty minute drive back to the cabin, so he called Kassie for advice.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes and no…” He turned his back on the curious clerk watching him from behind the counter and lowered his voice to explain his dilemma.
Kassie laughed for a full minute before calming down enough to talk.
“The brand’s not important, just be sure it’s unscented. Get regular absorbency. It’s better to change more often than to use something that’s going to dry her out—”
“Okay, got it.” Talk about too much information, Jeeze. “Thanks.”
Kassie laughed again.
“Anytime, Josh.”
~***~
April and May flew by in a whirlwind. Josh’s double life exhausted him, physically and mentally.
The different factions of mages at Freedom Ridge continued to squabble amongst themselves. Josh dreaded the bi-monthly meetings. Tim kept the Freedom Ridge rebels in line when he was there, but he was much more aggressive about harassing Dominance’s forces than Wisdom had been, so that kept him away from camp. Things had a way of escalating whenever he was gone. The cage that had held Prudence, now housed six men. They were accused of various crimes, including murder.
Josh told Tim to choose whether he wanted to govern Freedom Ridge or lead the rebels in battle. He couldn’t do both. Not surprisingly, Tim chose to fight. Josh decided the best way to fill the vacancy of camp administrator was to hold an election. It was a close race, but Inheritance Crawford beat Vixen by a slim margin. The fact that there were more women in camp probably gave him the edge. Vixen wasn’t very popular among her own sex.
At least Rider kept the Bowling Green mages under control and organized. They continued to support Freedom Ridge with bi-monthly shipments of food, medicine and other supplies.
Even his ‘normal’ life was stressful. He used magic to help him remember the things he studied so his test scores were high, but it barely made up for all his missed assignments. He wouldn’t graduate with honors, but he would graduate.
Channie straightened Josh’s cap then gave the tassel a flick with her finger. “I’d give anything to be able to see you get your diploma.”
“I seriously doubt it.” Josh regretted his sarcastic remark as soon as it left his mouth. He’d put on his cap and gown so Channie could see ‘how handsome he looked in his graduation costume.’ And he had to rub it in that she couldn’t go because he hadn’t killed her mother.
“Josh, I want to be free from this curse, more than you can imagine, but I want it to be because Aunt Wisdom’s cured Momma. Not because you’ve killed her!”
It was a frequent source of friction between them. Josh had hoped that Channie would accept the inevitable. He’d even recited the Book of the Dead’s instructions, but she’d remained adamant. He never should have told her about the ‘progress’ Wisdom thought Prudence had made.
Hunter called every day and left vague messages on Josh’s phone.
“
No luck today, sorry.”
“Them two is more slippery than a snail’s trail.
”
“More bad news.”
“Got a bead on ‘em today, headed for the west coast. Wish us luck!”
“That California lead was a dead end. You sure you cain’t talk your daddy into spilling the beans. It’d sure help if we had some idea of what part of the country they’s in.”
Josh had tried everything, even magic, but Dad refused to break his promise to Wisdom. All he’d tell Josh was that Wisdom was still working on a cure and that she was still calling his office every day with an update.