“Do you think that’s wise with Zoe around?”
“Don’t worry. I will handle Zoe. She has disobeyed me for the last time and needs to be taught a lesson. Just leave it to me.”
“Anything you say, boss.”
Luc laughed. “Oh, I’m boss now.”
“You always have been.”
“Aiden, have you fallen on your head lately.”
“Actually yes. I was sparring with Harley.”
“You were what!”
“She volunteered me as a sparring partner. She wants to make sure she is ready if Zoe attacks her.”
“Hmm. Our little witch has claws. I like that. I like that very much. I will see you tomorrow.”
After Aiden hung up the phone, he started thinking about sparring with Harley tonight. She was good for a witch. Most witches didn’t have supernatural strength or speed.
Considering that, she had done well tonight. Of course, he was distracted by her curves. Harley was his type of woman. Thick, and gorgeous.
Her hair was a deep red, the color of blood after it had begun to congeal. Her skin was porcelain smooth and had a few freckles here and there.
He had to keep himself from trying to kiss those freckles every time he saw her. Her eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. He had seen them change with her mood. When she was angry they became a dark stormy blue. When she was happy they were a crystal-clear blue.
He had wanted nothing more than to throw her down on the mat and take her. She was so fucking sexy. He needed a cold shower, or perhaps an ice bath.
One thing was certain. She would be the subject of tonight’s sexual fantasies. He really needed to get laid.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Harley found it hard to move when she woke up the next morning. She realized that Aiden was pulling his punches, at least somewhat.
Looking in the mirror she found a large bruise on her face, where he had caught her off guard. She was surprised his first strike had been to her face. It made her wonder if it had been the first time he ever hit a woman.
If so, she was glad it had been in self-defense. She had asked him to spar. Maybe that was just the first place all people went. She didn’t know. Obviously, she should have put on head gear. She wanted to take as much as she could to get, to be ready for Zoe.
Harley had no doubt that it would someday come to a head. She felt around the bruising on her face, wincing as she moved. Aiden had given her a hell of a workout. What she needed was sex.
She found out several months ago that one of her new witch powers was healing via sex. Apparently, sex with a vampire in her dreams worked as well.
Perhaps she should have called out to Luc before she fell asleep. Maybe he would have come and visited her. She did have a friend she could call. He was always up for a roll in the hay. It was one of the things she loved about him. It was always no fuss, no muss. He was ready any time she was.
Harley got dressed quickly, using some minor glamour magic to hide her bruising. She would no doubt see Mrs. Reyes before she got out of the house.
Unplugging her phone from the charger, she dialed his number. He answered on the second ring. His deep voice sounded sleepy.
“Hello.”
“Did I wake you up, cowboy?”
She heard him growl. “Yes. You will pay for it too. Let yourself in.”
She sucked in her breath. She was wet, and more than ready. Grabbing her keys, she headed downstairs. Mrs. Reyes was in the kitchen. “Mamita. I am going out for a while. I will be back early before dinner.”
Harley may have broken a few speed limits on the way over to her cowboy’s house. She used the garage door opener to let herself in, pulling her SUV in beside his truck.
Once inside she walked to his bedroom. He was naked, lying on top of the covers waiting for her. His long black hair spilled over his chest, nearly to his tapered waist. She took in his physique. His long, well-muscled body. His piercing deep brown eyes that looked black in the darkness of his room. His high cheekbones, chiseled chin and sensuous lips.
“Strip.”
It wasn’t often she let go, that she let someone else be in charge. She quickly stripped off all her clothes and stood waiting for his next command. Was she into BDSM? No, that was a lifestyle. That was 24/7. She liked a little play, now and again.
She trusted her cowboy. He was probably the only person, besides her family that she trusted implicitly. He allowed her to let go and simply be.
“Come here.”
She walked and stood beside the bed. Realizing she was trembling with anticipation she took a deep breath and let it out slowly. No need to rush.
He looked her up and down. His dark eyes and face giving nothing away.
“You woke me up. You know how I dislike being woken up.”
Cowboy got to his feet, walking around behind her. He lifted her long red hair from her neck. Quickly moving his hand to the base of her scalp he pulled her head back, bending her neck and lowering his head, kissing her savagely.
There was such strength behind his kiss, she was sure that he bruised her lips. He wasn’t always rough. Sometimes he was gentle, sensual, giving. No matter what his mood, he always brought her to new heights.
He continued the punishing kiss, his hand trailing down the front of her naked body. He found
