Mr. Magic : Part 2: Mr. Magic

By Bella Bentley

Part 2 of Mr. Magic :

 

Liam has magic in his fingers...

 

I went for a massage to relax, but when the masseuse looks like a god and can do that with his fingers...well, let's just say relaxing wasn't top of mind. The way his hands glided over my sore muscles made my insides squirm and melt, turning the heat between my legs into a raging forest fire.

 

And I certainly didn't expect what happened in the sauna minutes later.

 

I thought we'd never see each other again and I could keep the amazing encounter chronicled on my never-forget-list, but that thought ended at dinner with my mom's new boyfriend and his son, Mr. Magic Fingers.

 

The magic didn't end at his fingers either. Muscular forearms, broad shoulders and a chest to die for. And that wasn't all. Mr. Magic Fingers has a magic tongue and I love a man who knows how to work an innuendo.

 

I thought staring into his smoldering blue eyes was torture enough, then our parents informed us of the 'family' weekend getaway plans to the Satterwhite's winter home in Vail.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bella Bentley
• Release date: Jan 12, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201033293

Book preview

1

Liam

It was enough for her to linger closer, her eyes flashing wide as she bumped into my throbbing dick. But she didn't back away, and instead steadied herself so that she was right against me, giving me the okay.

She smelled like a faint mix of chlorine and sweet strawberries, and as she looked up at me from under her lashes, I felt my resolve crumble. I had to make her mine.

Crushing her against me, slick skin on skin, I buried my face into the crook of her neck, tasting the sensitive skin there, my tongue following the channel and dipping down softly into the hollow of her collarbone. Aly was a mix of chemical water and salt after all the skiing earlier, her sweat tasting dull on my tongue as she gasped.

But she wasn't one to stay still this time, and she tangled her hand in the hair at the nape of my neck, tugging lightly while dragging her nails down my back with the other. The temperature of the water must have risen several degrees between us, because her skin felt like it was on fire under my fingertips.

When she brought her hands down and pressed them against my chest, I grinned, tilting her chin in my hand and trailing kisses up to the corner of her cupid's bow. Aly trembled as her hands slid lower and lower along my abs, her fingers moving so achingly slow. I hissed against her mouth as she caught my hard length between her hands, the thin fabric of my underwear not doing much to conceal it. Her hands were so fucking warm…

I tasted her deeply, my tongue sliding along hers, unable to get enough. If I didn't stop, I was going to fuck her right here in the pool, patience be damned.

Leaning back, I pulled away to get a good look at her and the way her lips were kiss-swollen, and I could’ve sworn I heard her whimper from the separation.

Before anything else happened, I wanted her to know where I stood on the matter. I promise, Aly, I'm not the type of guy that goes around giving strangers orgasms. It was just… Well, I could tell you had a lot of tension and I wanted to help you feel better. It's part of my job, you know? You were making all that noise, I could tell you were into it already. And I didn't think I'd see you again. I didn't realize your mom was dating my dad.

She looked up at me with those warm hazel eyes searching mine.

But now I have something I want to really finish, and I haven't been able to stop thinking about it since you left the spa.

What's that? she whispered, her hands playing with the dripping strands of my hair.

I need you in my bed. Right now.

2

Aly

It took us a moment to disentangle ourselves, but once we swam back to the opening of the pool entrance and shivered together as we slipped back inside the house, I couldn't take my eyes off Liam. He was like some golden god dripping wet and standing before me, fumbling with the door to his bedroom.

Was this some sort of universal good karma for putting myself through law school? Or maybe I was being rewarded over my patience with Josh, despite the fact that in the end I could no longer stand the thought of marrying him. Whatever it was, I silently said a little thank-you to the universe as Liam finally opened the door.

His room was a relic of a younger version of himself, but I didn't have much of a chance to get a good look and investigate, because at that moment Liam hoisted me over his shoulder, laughing as I squealed. Shh! he whispered, the room swimming before me as I was almost facing straight down. You'll wake your sister.

Ha, I doubt it, I said brazenly, very aware of how my practically bare ass was a mere inch from his face. She sleeps like a log as it is.

"Good. I know how very ah, vocal, you can be…"

He lay me down on top of a fluffy red and gray plaid blanket, staring up at him as he hoisted his body over mine, the muscles in his arms standing out, tense. A goofy smile overtook me, and I reached up to bring his mouth down to mine, melting like butter on a hot dish when my lips crushed against his.

Kissing Liam was like waging a war with my senses—his skin on my skin, the taste of wine, scotch, and something sweeter on his breath, all mingled in with a faint scent of chlorine from the pool and whatever clean soap was left from his shower earlier. I was lost in a forest of everything Liam. Blissfully lost.

Pinning my arms over my head at the wrists, Liam gave me a wicked grin as the breath caught in my throat from surprise. I loved the way he wasn't scared to handle me—I wasn't exactly a porcelain doll. His mouth ghosted along my jawline, dipping down to the soft spot under my ear before nibbling my earlobe.

I was torn between the tickling, fluttering sensation at my ear and the throbbing of his large cock as it partly laid against my hip, telling me what was to come soon. Feeling a little naughty myself, I lifted my knee up to gently rub along his crotch, and I chewed at my lip, smiling when he sighed, pleased.

Mm, you're so fucking gorgeous, he groaned, his mouth trailing down my damp cleavage. Like one of those sexy pin-up models. Grabbing my full hips for emphasis, he ground his barely covered length against me and my heart stuttered.

You think so? I whispered, suddenly feeling more proud of my curves and round ass than ever before. If Liam Satterwhite approved, well, what more was there to say?

He stroked his nose along the edge of my soaked, transparent bra. Definitely. The closer his hot breath got to my nipples the harder they became. It wouldn't have mattered that I'd just come from the pool—I was going to be wet no matter what at this point.

His fingers slowly slid down my bra straps one at a time, my round globes heaving as the thin, transparent fabric of my bra did nothing to hide my nipples, hard enough to cut glass.

The cool air stung, but Liam's breath sent shivers through me even more, and once he reached around and undid the bra clasp, he toyed with me by slowly peeling the bra away from my slick skin. I was almost embarrassed by how hard and fast I