Wynn's Charm Shop Collection: Books one through three of the Wynn's Charm Shop series by Bishop AC

Author:Bishop, AC [Bishop, AC]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-10-12T22:00:00+00:00

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Sal groaned, trying to find a comfortable position for his still-tender dick in his tight jeans. He should have worn underwear. He glanced at Jacob, kneeling in the vegetable garden, planting. The witch could get him hotter than anyone else. Except maybe Sarah. When Sarah ordered him around, her lush little mouth smirking at him as he followed her commands, he cared about nothing but pleasing her. Jacob he could play with, but Sarah never fell for his games.

He checked his watch. She’d be home in an hour. He stood and brushed his hands off on his thighs. “I’m done.”

Jacob looked up, his forehead smeared with soil.

“You need a shower.”

Jacob nodded. “Probably a good idea.”

Sal offered a hand and Jacob took it, standing close to him. The witch seemed nervous, or distracted. Sal hoped there weren’t going to be any surprises tonight. He just wanted a quiet night at home. Ugh, when did the witch’s house start feeling like home to him? He shook his head and walked toward the house, and tried not to be happy when Jacob walked by his side.

He was sure Jacob would ask him join him in the shower, but he never did. Sal thought about the latest turn of events as he waited. The witches had spent five weeks teasing him, forcing him into uncomfortable situations and ridiculous outfits, and fucking him. Now they suddenly developed morals? Jacob’s little slip last night about wanting Sal to earn forgiveness was odd, as well. He fingered the locket at his throat. Something was up. Either the damn thing was faulty or the witches were playing him without the aid of their magic. Shit. That was a scary thought.

“You all right?” Jacob stood in front of him with a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Fine. Just thinking.”

Jacob chuckled. “Don’t hurt yourself.”

Sal smiled and dropped his head. Jacob was still laughing in his room. Sal stood, and was suddenly overwhelmed with a feeling of rightness, of contentment. He liked this house, these witches. Joking with them, working by their sides, even letting them order him around wasn’t all that bad. He frowned and touched the locket again. Could these feelings be natural?

He showered and thought about what he might make for dinner with Sarah. Cooking with her was fun, especially with Jacob sitting nearby, sipping wine and making jokes. Fuck, am I actually falling for these two? He took his time getting dressed, and settled on a loose pair of sweats and an old t-shirt.

Part of him, a big part, wanted to start screwing with them. He could play his usual games: try to make them jealous of each other, make them angry with him, or make them want to fuck him. But another part of him just wanted to eat dinner and watch a movie and laugh together. To snuggle on the couch and run his hands along Jacob’s back. To rest his head on Sarah’s chest and let her play with his hair. What the fuck was

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