Off Limits for You (Fated to Love You) - Page 46

Elodie freezes. I have no idea how long we’ve been lying here. It could be minutes. Hours? Days? Okay, I’m sure it’s not days, but it’s been a while. I think. I’m so blissed out that my brain is basically shut off, and any functionality of any parts of my body after the sex-fest we just had is quite hard. No pun intended. She turns her big blue eyes to me, eyes so deep and blue and still so dilated that it makes my cock twitch again.

“No,” she whispers. “What was it?”

“The lock. Downstairs. I swear I…”

That’s as far as I go before I hear voices flooding downstairs, drifting up along the stairs like insidious smoke tendrils that can’t be ignored. My family. Yeah, it’s a fire for sure. An emergency. And they’re here. Toren, Ash, Kirian, Leandra, Ellis, Luna, and Lindy, I recognize them all. It’s not just a flood. It’s a torrent of my brothers, my sister, cousins, girlfriends, and fiancées.

“Oh god.” I pull the sheet up over my face, but Elodie rips it away in horror.

“The door isn’t locked! They could come in here and…and…”

“Oh, they’ll be downstairs. They’re here for a family meeting. And they probably brought cake. That will keep them busy, trying to figure out how to sneak away and lick it without the others noticing.”

“But your granny isn’t here. Doesn’t she have to be involved for the cake licking to truly be at its best? If she’s not here to swat them away like annoying flies, it might only be half as much fun.”

“Are you sure about that?”

“The fun or the cake part?”

“The part about my granny not being here.”

Maybe we all have a Granny curse, where if we speak about her, she appears. Because suddenly, I hear the door open and close and then her cackly laugh and loud exclamation. “I brought the cake. Let’s get the party started, bitches.”

“Good heavens,” Elodie exclaims. This time, she tries to pull the sheet over her face.

“More like good Granny. Or good family. Or maybe bad granny, bad family. It depends on how you look at it. I don’t know if this is a glass half full or empty scenario, given that they’re all likely here to try and talk us into the curse. Granny obviously did exactly what we told her not to do. She got everyone together, told them all about the curse, and that you’re here. In NOLA.”

“It could have been Toren and Luna,” Elodie reasons, pulling the sheet down a few inches to expose her huge eyes and the tip of her nose. “They know we’re here. They probably saw more than we thought or noticed more than we thought they did. They could have realized it was the curse.”

“Nah, I’m blaming this one solely on Granny. The breakfast at her house wasn’t enough meddling for her. And by the way, your dog sucks as a guard dog. Not a single bark or growl either time.”

“To be fair,” Elodie defends Jeffers, “this isn’t his house.”

I’m reminded of earlier and how I made her so sad and downcast by barking out that she couldn’t live here. Anyhow, we don’t have time to talk about that now. I throw the sheet back and scramble to the door, locking it so we can get dressed in peace—semi-peace at any rate. I don’t know how much real peace we’ll have, knowing Granny and my entire family are downstairs waiting to ambush us.

My cock throbs as Elodie slides out of bed. Totally. Naked.

Right, so I don’t want to deal with my family for many reasons, and she’s one of them. I mean, the way she is right now, looking blissed out and very wonderfully mussed from all the orgasms I gave her, I feel like a champion. Yes, I did that. I made her feel good, and I made her scream my name—me and my magical weenus.

What is wrong with me? First of all, I spent my whole life fighting this exact thing without even realizing I was fighting it because I was so accustomed to doing it that I became numb to it. Secondly, magical weenus? Really?

“Quit looking at my butt,” Ell snaps as she ducks to get her bra and panties. She inspects the panties first, sighs, and throws them to the other side of the bed. “Well, those are totally soaked.”

“What if I like looking at your butt?”

“I like that you like looking at my butt, but it makes it hard to concentrate.”

“I could get your bags and get you a fresh pair of panties.”

“Uhh, that’s sweet, but my bags are at the front door.”

I slip into a fresh pair of boxers and go to the walk-in closet for a new pair of jeans. I pull down my favorite pair of sweats, all the while knowing Elodie would swim in them. “What about these?” I hold them up.

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