What's Your Fantasy

The rest of Quiara’s birthday weekend goes by faster than I expected, filled with plenty of activity. Evie showed up mid-morning after spending the night with her Tom Selleck look-alike and didn’t ditch us for the remainder of our time together, which consisted of a spa day, an afternoon at the beach, and a party at Ione Skye’s house, along with consistent coaching on my strip-tease from my sisters and Andre. I realized that I seriously needed this reprieve, not worrying about evil objects that I’m personally responsible for storing in a protected vault and indulging in girl time. It’s nonexistent normally, being the only estrogen at Curious Goods.

Quiara sent me packing with her plaid navy-blue uniform from St. Benedict’s in a neat box, a pair of white knee-high socks, and high heeled Mary Jane’s that she ordered Andre go out and buy the night before I had to leave.

I’m making my way through the airport gate, my skin on fire and butterflies crashing in my stomach as I adjust my carry-on’s strap on my shoulder and scan for a familiar face. I see him sans Jack and smile widely, happy that we don’t have to subdue our reunion, rushing toward him through the slow walking crowd of strangers. His eyes meet mine and his face spreads into a dimpled smile as he quickly meets me halfway and swallows me in a melting kiss. Holy shit, he feels good. He makes me dizzier than the effect of any of the substances Quiara exposed me to over the past four days. And that’s saying something.

Ryan presses tightly against me and is wonderfully at attention, stabbing into my belly and forcing an embarrassingly large rush of arousal that makes my knees buckle. His arms wrap tighter around my waist to hold me up as I practically fall into him, pressing my palms into his chest as our tongues engage like it’s the end of the world and this is all that we have left. It’s quite a long time before we come up for air. “Welcome home.” Ryan finally greets me, “Obviously, I’ve missed you.”

I give him a short but lingering kiss, “I’ve been aching without you. So good to see your face again.” My fingernails scratch against his chest and I press a little more into his excitement, “Let’s get my bags and go home already.”

We’re able to exit the airport as quickly as we can and make our way home in the Curse Hearse as Ryan fills me in on the events of his weekend and the fact that a cursed handkerchief had popped up in his carnival excursion, bringing waxworks to life and axe murders in its wake before ending up in our vault. I can’t say I’m sorry I missed out, but I did miss *him* like crazy. Another one checked off the list, anyway.

          Ryan and I are now back in our little lair above the store, dropping my bags to the floor in my room, “I’m still not seeing Jack.” I acknowledge slyly.

          “He’s out gathering research materials for me to work on while he’s away tracking down that Nazi stuff.” Ryan smiles, gripping my shoulders and forcing my back onto the bed. He’s under my skirt with his head between my legs and mouth on me before I can even blink. Oh, how I missed this. “God, I was craving you.” He mutters into me before attacking that area that triggers the longest, most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced.

          I reiterate: I praise being head-over-heels for the Merlin of going down. He’s just the best exception of man. I come about five times in that typical blinding fashion that he induces when he finally lets up, pulling my skirt back down and kissing his way to my face, “Mm, I missed you.” I say lightly, giving a lazy, satisfied smile.

          “We’ll have to save the rest for later.” Ryan tells me, toying my lips with his, “Although all I really want to do is bury myself inside of you and stay until morning. But Jack’ll be back soon enough, so…”

          I whimper a little, gripping the back of his head as I kiss him in a way that tells him that I *really* can’t wait until later.

          Of course, that’s when we hear Jack coming up the stairs, so we disengage quickly and stand from our positions on the bed before he’s within sight. Jack welcomes me home warmly and we have a pleasant evening catching up and talking about his upcoming trip. He’s on a plane in the morning. I’m surprised at this; I didn’t think he was leaving almost immediately after I got home. My skin crawls with excitement. *Days* of unbridled alone time. And so soon. It’s like a cosmic gift from on high. Jack retires a little earlier than normal, exiting downstairs to finish his packing and get into bed to be at the airport a little after the sun rises tomorrow.

          My official homecoming is even more extensive than my goodbye was. He had pretty much attacked me about ten seconds after Jack made his way downstairs, his mouth on mine as he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom, proceeding to toss me onto the mattress and work his magic on my body. It’s got to be a couple of hours later now, and we’re holding each other, nude and absolutely sated. Fucking wow, he’s just…I’m speechless. I’m laying on my back with my head on the pillows as he cuddles on top of me with his head resting on my chest. One of my hands plays with his hair as the other rests on the middle of his back.

          “*Damn*. That was worth the four days of separation. With change, even.” I giggle.

          “That was just the hors d’oeuvres.” Ryan laughs, kissing the top of my cleavage, “Do you need more time to prepare for the main course?”

          A little thrill goes through me, “I’m ready on my end. What about you?”

          He lifts his head and smiles curiously at me, “You are?”

          “Mmm-hmm.” I confirm, “You still haven’t answered my question.”

          “Well, I didn’t have a lot of time over the weekend on account of the handkerchief, but as long as you keep an eye on the store during business hours tomorrow, I should be ready by closing time.”

          “Perfect.” I yawn. I came *so* many times tonight that it’s a small miracle that I’m still awake.

          “We don’t have to do this, you know. Just say the word and we can back out at any time.” Ryan tells me, his right hand caressing its way up my left side.

          “I’m not backing out.” I give him a sleepy sigh, “I’m not afraid of you, Ryan, and I’m excited to experience this together. Full disclosure: The thought of it gets me incredibly aroused. Doesn’t it for you?”

          He laughs into the plane of my chest and grinds his instantly present erection into my inner thigh, “Without question. But I’ll let you get some sleep, lovely lady. I’ve got to get up early myself to taxi Jack to the airport. I’m assuming you want to wake up with me to say goodbye?”

          “You assume correctly.” I answer through another yawn. He raises up and gives me a lengthy, drugging kiss before resuming his nestle into my breasts. “I love you. Sweet dreams.”

          “Oh, they will be.” He chuffs out a sleepy laugh, “Goodnight gorgeous. Love you too.”