The Magic in Her Gift
Story Excerpt Rated R
Startled, Sara looked around and caught her breath. The moon shone brightly across the sand, highlighting the spot where two lovers came together in her last dream. Warm ocean air blew softly across her body, making her aware of her lack of clothing. Embarrassed, she turned to go back to the house and stopped when she heard the sound of her name.
She turned and saw Meloir walking toward her, a determined look on his face. Her hands quickly moved to shield her breasts and pubic hair from his eyes. “Go away,” she cried.
Meloir continue advancing until his body brushed against her hands. Silently, he grabbed her wrists and lowered her arms. “Don’t hide yourself, Sarafina. You’re beautiful to me.” His head lowered, his lips brushing hers.
Sara pushed against his chest until he released her from his kiss. “This isn’t real,” she whispered.
“It’s as real as you want it to be, love. You’re my Heart Mate and we belong together. You only have to use the magic to make both our dreams come true. We could bond forever, but you have to hurry. We’re running out of time. You have to send for me to make it real.”
She tried to pull away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t have any magic and none of this is real. You’re just a dream.” She began to openly sob.
“Shhh, love, it’s going to be all right.” Pulling her close to his warmth, he pressed his lips against her hair. “I want you, Sarafina. I want you to be mine forever, to share my world and my life with me. Send for me, please. I will make you happy, I promise.”
Sara cried out when he swept her off her feet and laid her on the warm sand. Before she could form a protest, he latched onto one of her nipples. A guttural groan escaped her lips when his teeth closed over her sensitive flesh, nipping sharply. Before she could voice any objections, his tongue soothed the burning sting. Trembling, she felt his fingers searching between her legs, her hips pushing toward the pressure when he found her clit and pinched. His head raised and he stared deep into her eyes while he teased her pussy.
“The magic is in you, Sarafina. It’s in your gift. You just have to find it, love. Send for me so we can be together.”
He scooted down her body until she felt his breath against her damp core.
“Come for me, Sarafina, come for me now.”
Meloir’s lips closed on her clit and she exploded, rainbows of colors dancing before her eyes.
“Meloir,” Sara screamed, waking up in her darkened bedroom. She took a shaky breath. “A dream, only a dream,” she whispered. Her legs unsteady, she got up and walked into the bathroom. She looked in the mirror briefly and then washed her face in cold water. “Maybe I should take another shower,” she snorted. “Maybe a cold one.”
“Miss Sara, are you upstairs?”
Sighing, she walked to the door and opened it a crack. “Yeah, I’m here, Elias. I’ll be down in a few minutes.”
“Okay, I’m going to make a fresh pot of coffee.”
Twenty minutes later, Sara walked into the kitchen in time to see Elias pouring himself a cup of the fragrant brew. “I’ve never understood how something that smells so good can taste so bad.” She cleared her throat. “Did you have any trouble getting the Three Stooges back to dry land?”
Elias choked on a laugh, spraying his sip of coffee on the counter in front of him. “Three Stooges? Not sure that’s a comparison I would’ve made.”
“Please, give me a break. Don’t tell me you weren’t thoroughly entertained by all the drama unfolding in the house over the last twenty-four hours.” She threw him a grin over her shoulder as she pulled a soft drink from the fridge. “My mother should be nominated for an Academy Award for her performance alone.”
“Uh, I’m not sure what you mean, Miss Sara.”
Sara narrowed her eyes as she drank deeply from the cold can. “Come on, Elias. Did you buy the whole pity party my mother tried to throw?”
He took another drink of his coffee. “You’re awfully cynical, to be so young.”
“Not cynical, realistic. My mother only made this trip to hear the terms of Grandmother’s will. She fully expected to inherit everything of any value.” She gave a small snort. “Believe me, when I get back home I’m gonna have to listen to her moan and bitch for months, maybe longer.”
“But you said the three stooges.”
“Yeah, Bart and Clinton puffing out their chests to each other was pretty funny. I don’t think Clinton particularly cared for Bart questioning his every word.”
Elias picked up a bag on the counter and then motioned for her to have a seat at the table. After she sat down, he placed the bag in front of her. “I thought we both could use a little cheering up so I brought us a treat.”
Sara peered into the bag and laughed. “You sure know the way to a woman’s saddened heart.” Smiling, she held up a chocolate éclair and passed the bag to Elias. “Chocolate has always been, and will always be, the universal cure for a bad mood.” She sank her teeth into the rich chocolate and frowned as she chewed. “You know, this is definitely not on the diet I’m supposed to be on.”
“Diet?” Elias snorted. “Is that something you’re doing for yourself, or for someone else?”
“I, um, well. I really do need to drop a few pounds.”
“No, Sara, you don’t. You’re a lovely, curvaceous woman and if I were a whole lot younger, you wouldn’t stand a chance.”
Startled, Sara looked at the heat in his eyes and swallowed hard. “You never said if you had any trouble taking everyone back to civilization.”
He chuckled and picked up one of the éclairs. “I didn’t have a bit of trouble. Unfortunately, the Three Stooges can’t say the same thing.”
“Oh my, God, what happened?”
“Mr. Everett and Mr. Aames got into it, hot and heavy.”
“Bart and Clinton? What about?”
“Your Mr. Bart insisted Clinton give him all the paperwork concerning your inheritance. Said he’s your attorney of record, or some such nonsense. He told Clinton that he would have to deal directly with him from now on.” He got up, walked over to the counter and picked up an envelope. “That reminds me, I’m supposed to give you this and tell you to sign them and give them back to me so I can mail them to Clinton.”
“What is it?” Sara asked as she took the envelope from his hand.
“If I understood correctly, something that says Mr. Everett has the right to make decisions for you.”
Sara dropped the envelope as if it had burned her fingers. “I’m not signing any such thing.”
“Clinton’s expecting to get them back in the mail by next week.”
“Well, he can expect away.” She gave him a grin. “Don’t worry about it, Elias. I’ll handle Bart when I go home. Is that the only trouble they gave you?”
“Didn’t rightly give me any trouble at all, but they had a little more thrown their way. They had been arguing for about an hour, with the boat tossing up and down in the swells. Now Mr. Aames is not a seasoned sailor.” He laughed. “Your mother had been pretty quiet, listening to the two legal eagles bantering back and forth and finally decided she’d had enough. She walked over to lay down the law and nature kicked in with a vengeance. Poor Mr. Aames couldn’t hold out any longer and unloaded his breakfast onto your mother and Bart’s shoes.”
For a moment, Sara sat speechless, picturing the grim scene in her mind. Then the humor of the situation sank in and she doubled over in laughter. Tears were streaming down her cheeks before she managed to pull herself together. Guiltily, she raised her gaze to Elias’s eyes. “Sorry,” she gasped. “I know it’s not really funny, but I can just imagine the look on Bart’s face when his Cesare Paciotti shoes needed to be hosed down.”