Page 48 of Wicked Witch
“I think we should stick with the natural wood. We can add some stone features in the front if you want, but to replace a cabin manor with siding feels almost sacrilegious.”
I think about what he said then nod.
“I do like the wood, and stone would be very pretty. We could also make the backyard area stone and maybe add a little pond by the Willow tree once it’s healed.”
My mind begins to swirl with creativity and all of the things we can do to this large piece of land. I find I’m getting excited about the future and what may happen.
“Okay wood it is? What kind?” Cirrus asks, writing things down in the small notebook he always has with him. “The structure is sturdy, but we will need to replace the rotted parts and add insulation into the walls.”
Damn he sounds so hot right now. Putting the pen behind his ear, he licks his lips and I need a taste.
“Stop looking at me like that, my little horny spider.”
Taking a deep breath, I shake my head of my lustful thoughts and smile.
“Must be the pregnancy. I swear I have wanted to jump all of you four times this morning,” I mumble, then gasp at my lack of filter.
Astor coughs, and Sin looks at me. His gray eyes are darker, and I know if I laid down right now on the ground, offering myself to him, like a feast, he wouldn’t let me escape his clutches until I came all over his face and cock.
“Fuck, Cirrus, you and your damn Fae sperms needs to stay far away from me,” I grumble, then leave them in the yard, watching my ass sway as I rush inside and plop down on the sofa.
Arnie laughs, and I cover my firey cheeks with my hands. I haven’t ever shied away from sex, but damn I think I’m in trouble.
Glancing at my flat belly, I gently rub it and sigh. “You’re going to get Mommy into trouble, little bean.”
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She wants me!Granted she wants my cock. But it’s attached to me and that’s progress. Rus laughs, biting his lip and adjusting his erection.
“Ah, my little sex bunny, this is going to be fun boys,” he says, then slaps me on the back and walks over toward his truck, which is still on the porch.
“Ummm,” Astor mumbles, then clears his throat. “Right, well…” he trails off then follows Rus to the bed of the truck as he lowers the tailgate.
My feet are frozen, and my blood is heated. I feel like some inexperienced twit or something. Should I follow her inside and make a move? She’s obviously wanting me…
No, I don’t want to move too fast.
Shaking my head, I join the guys and unload a bunch of random supplies. I can’t believe Rus just carries all of this in the bed of his truck.
“So I was thinking today we could start repairing the stairs, so we can get up to the top levels,” he mutters and I nod.
“Why can’t you just finish renovations using magic?” Astor asks, and I have to admit I’m curious about that too.
“Because I don’t know if the curse will break if we take the easy way out. The downstairs was a gift from my family, mainly because my mother walked in and had a fit about having to even stand in such a disarray. She’s a bit of a princess.”
Laughing, he looks at me as if I’m supposed to catch the joke. Furrowing his light blue brows, he pouts, then smiles.
“Interesting, my little babymaker hasn’t told you yet…”
“Told us what? What more could there possibly be? We’re standing here in a cursed town, trying to help a witch and a fae break a curse,” Astor grumbles, moving a can of paint toward the front door.
“In time my little grasshoppies.”
“Do you mean grasshoppers?”
“Potato, tomato. Now, let’s get in there before she decides to fry my balls again. That little witch has a temper.”
Leaving me and Astor out on the porch, I turn to my brother. “I have to say I’m surprised you agreed to stay. What about Texas? Your job?”