Easy Fortune: A Boudreaux Series Novella

“No.” I push farther and stop. “I’m going to make you crazy.”


“Good.”

I push all the way in now and grind my pubis against her clit.

“I’m going to make you scream.”

“Thank God.”

My hips begin to move; I couldn’t stop them if I wanted to. “But I’m not going to fuck you.”

“Whatever you want to call it.”

I grip her hand in mine and pin it to the bed over her head, and reach under her ass with the other hand to angle her up just a bit. I can’t stop myself from moving faster, driving us both to the edge of reason.

She’s holding on with all her might. I rest my lips against hers.

“Come, baby.”

And just like that, her back arches and she comes apart under me. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I follow her over the edge, succumbing to my own orgasm.





Chapter Six



Lena

“This flight is damn bumpy,” I say as I grab the armrest for dear life. We’re back in the private plane, heading God knows where.

“I’ll take a bumpy flight over another ten hour drive,” Mason replies. When the plane dips again, and I gasp, he pulls me into his lap and holds me close. “You’re okay.”

“Shouldn’t I have my seatbelt on?”

“I’ve got you,” he replies and kisses my lips softly.

“I think you’re trying to distract me,” I whisper against his mouth.

“Is it working?”

“Oh yeah.” I grin and sigh when he kisses me again. His hand glides up my bare leg and under the skirt I’m wearing. When I packed for the trip, I had no idea we’d be doing so many outdoorsy things. Those fingers clench onto my bare ass and I bite his lower lip. “How can you turn me on so much when I’m pretty sure we’re going to die?”

“We aren’t going to die,” he replies. He stands with me still in his arms and then lays me down across the bench seats. He kneels next to me and kisses my cheek, then my neck. His hand slides up between my thighs and he smiles when his fingers reach my pussy. “And you are very turned on.”

“Have you seen you?” I ask and reach for the zipper of his pants. “Not to mention, you never stop touching me, and your hands are ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” he asks with a raised brow. “You think doing this is ridiculous?”

He sinks a finger inside me and I’m pretty sure I couldn’t tell you my name if you asked.

“We’re in an airplane.”

“Thank you, sweetheart,” he says with a smile. “I didn’t realize.”

“Smart ass.”

“We have a pilot and a co-pilot. No one is back here.” He wiggles his eyebrows. “We can do whatever we want.”

“We could land at any moment.”

“You’re overthinking again.” He clicks his tongue and shakes his head and slips another finger in to join the first.

“Shit.” My back arches. “You’re teasing me.”

“Just getting you warmed up.” His grey eyes are on fire as he watches me closely. His fingers are doing crazy things to me and all I know for sure is, I want him.

Now.

“Mason,” I say and then gasp when he presses his thumb to my clit. “Take your pants off.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

He cocks a brow.

Accepting the challenge, I push his hand away and plant my hand on his shoulder, urging him down to the floor of the plane. His lips twitch as he watches me take over the control, but after I’ve unfastened his pants and pulled his already hard cock out of the pants, all humor has fled his face.

He’s expecting me to climb on top of him and ride him, but instead I lick the rim of the head of his dick and smile when he sucks air in through his teeth.

“My turn,” I murmur and go to work, sucking and licking, touching, pulling. He buries his fingers in my hair and holds on as I work him over. And just when I think he might be getting close to coming, I crawl on top and sink over him, taking him all the way in. I begin to move, but he sits up and plants his hands on my ass, guiding me up and down.

He’s so tall that his eyes almost meet mine. Neither of us talks. We’re here, in the moment, in this place, making each other crazy.

I can feel the orgasm move through me, and I clench down on him as it washes over me. His hands tighten on my ass and he pushes up, hard, losing himself in me.

The pilot comes over the speakers.

“We’ll be landing in about forty minutes.”

Mason grins. “Excellent timing.”

By the time the wheels touch down, we’re both put back together and smiling smugly at each other.

The pilot comes out of the cockpit and passes Mason a letter.

“When you’re finished, come back to the plane.”

“We’re not staying?”

“No.”

Mason nods and ushers me down to the tarmac where another rental car is waiting. We climb inside, leaving our luggage aboard the plane, and Mason opens the envelope.

“Well, this I know nothing about.”

I grin and hold my hand out. This clue wasn’t a letter from Aunt Claudia. It’s a card.

A tarot card.

“It’s the Thunderbolt card,” I murmur. “Frankly, when this card turns up during a reading, it makes most people nervous.”

“Why?”

“Because it usually means that there’s about to be a significant change in one’s life, but not in a good way. It brings great upheaval. The good thing is, it usually means that it’s for the best, but it’s disruptive nonetheless.”

“Hmm.” His eyes narrow as he studies the card.

“Do we even know where we are?” I ask, realizing that I didn’t hear the pilot say.

“No.” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and brings up the GPS. “We’re in New Mexico.”

“Okay. I have no idea what we might find in New Mexico. Aside from really good TexMex food.”

His lips twitch in good humor as he thinks. He snaps his fingers. “I know where we’re going.”

“Great. Where?”

“We’re going to find Thunder eggs.”

He tries to start the car, but it doesn’t turn over.

“Seriously, the rental place gave us a car with a bad battery.” He sighs and moves to get out of the car, but I lay my hand on his arm and shake my head.

“I’ve got this.”

He frowns, but watches as I mumble a few words, wiggle my fingers, and the car starts. He raises a brow. “Good job.”

I can’t help it, I throw my head back and laugh. He’s not shocked, or repulsed, or afraid.

He’s acting like he sees witches do this every day of his life, and nothing could put me at ease more effectively.

He pulls away from the plane and away from the airport.

“Do you know where we’re going?”

“Yes,” he says with a smile. “Aunt Claudia brought me here a couple of times.”

“Okay, what is a thunder egg, exactly?”

“It’s a rock,” he says as he changes lanes, “that when you break it open, there is amethyst, or rose quartz, or something equally beautiful inside.”

“A geode,” I reply with a smile. “They’re beautiful. I’ve never had the chance to find them, though.”

“They were a common gift from Claudia. I have dozens. All different shapes and sizes.”