Three Wishes Chapter 5

Pure rage ran through Tom Morgan as he slammed the phone down. How dare she hang up on him? He took a deep breath to calm himself. He never thought she would get this far on her own. He thought he’d had her under his complete control, but apparently the little bitch was stronger than he thought. So she was in Virginia. Tom wondered whom the guy was that Richard had seen. Richard had described him as tall, muscular, with dark hair and a beard. It almost sounded like . . .

“No, that would be too easy,” Tom said softly to himself. “But…” He tapped his finger on the small table that he stood next to. What if it was him? After all these years of searching, could he have finally found him, his greatest enemy? Could he be this close to finally having his revenge and his freedom?

Tom picked up the phone and punched in a number from memory. It rang once, twice, then, “Yeah.”

“I want you to find out about the guy with Christine. I want to know everything and I want it yesterday,” Tom growled into the phone.

“Right away, Mr. Morgan,” Richard answered and hung up.

Tariq lay a moment longer in bed before finally getting up and conjuring up some clothes. He liked the clothes that the 21st century people wore. He frowned as he thought about Christine’s phone call from her ex-husband. Though he tried hard not to listen in, he could still hear Tom’s voice. It was eerily familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. He shook his head. There was no possible way he would know Christine’s ex-husband.

Tariq appeared in the kitchen just as Christine was turning to place a plate of sandwiches on the table. She jumped and screamed at the unexpected sight of him.

“Will you stop that!” Christine shrieked, placing her hand to her chest. “Can’t you just walk down the stairs like a regular person?”

Tariq chuckled softly and bowed slightly at the waist. “Forgive me, Princess. I will try to remember to use the stairs next time.”

Christine smiled in spite of herself. “Yeah well, while you’re at it quit being so darn charming, too.” She allowed her gaze to roam over his body. He was wearing tight blue jeans that hugged his hips and a white tee shirt. He looked heavenly.

Tariq moved close to Christine, bent, and kissed her. “Are you sure you want that?” he whispered against her lips.

“What?” Christine muttered as he continued to kiss her, his tongue stroking across her full bottom lip. Had she said something? She couldn’t remember. She sighed softly and leaned into his kiss. He really kisses well, she thought as her arms snaked up around his neck.

Tariq groaned softly as he crushed her against his hard length. Okay, so maybe 21st century clothes weren’t the best after all. He thought as he wrapped his arms tightly around Christine and kissed her senseless. They were too constricting and he hated that damn contraption she called a bra. He yearned for the days when women wore dresses and all you had to do was pull up the skirt, now to undress one was like a damn jigsaw puzzle. His hands roamed over her backside from her nice rounded bottom to her neck.

“Tariq,” Christine breathed. She couldn’t get her mind out of this fog that it seemed to drop into every time he kissed her.

“Hmmm.” Tariq trailed kisses to her neck and nipped her sensitive skin just under her ear, then soothed it with his velvety tongue.

Christine gasped softly. “Tariq, stop. Please. I can’t think straight when you are doing that.”

Tariq raised his head and looked down into Christine’s desire-filled eyes. “Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, his voice husky and full of promise.

“Not really, but I’m hungry.” Christine smiled, her mind finally clearing enough to push away from him.

Tariq smiled. “Alright. I’ll stop, for now.” He released her and looked down at the plate of sandwiches. “Come to think of it, I am hungry too.”

After they ate, Tariq wandered into the living room while Christine cleaned up the kitchen. He turned on the television and found an interesting movie about a mummy that was brought back to life to wreak havoc on Egypt.

“What are you watching?” Christine asked as she came into the living room and sat down next to Tariq on the couch.

“I don’t know the name of it, but it is interesting, about this mummy and the people trying to destroy it,” Tariq answered.

“Oh I’ve seen this movie, it’s very good,” Christine said as she snuggled up next to Tariq.

He smiled as he wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Yes, I especially like that desert warrior fellow. He’s the kind of guy I can relate to.”

Christine laughed. “Figures. Arrogant, demanding and bossy.” Christine looked at the character on the television then looked at Tariq’s profile. “You know, you could be that guy’s brother, you look a lot alike.”

“You forgot charming.” Tariq grinned, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

Christine laughed again. “Definitely arrogant,” she exclaimed as she took his face between her hands. “And most charming.” Christine brought his head down for a kiss.

Tariq allowed Christine to lead. She moved her mouth over his, her tongue flicked across his lips tasting, feeling. Christine gently sucked his full bottom lip into her mouth causing Tariq to growl his pleasure. He clenched his hands at his side, determined to let her have her way with him. When she let go, he parted his lips for her; she swept her tongue in to taste him, to drink him in. He was like a drug and she was becoming quickly addicted. Christine tugged at his shirt and pulled it up over his head and dropped it on the floor. Pushing him back onto the cushions of the couch, she smiled down at him as she straddled his waist.

“Now it’s my turn,” she whispered as she leaned over and placed a kiss above his heart.

Tariq closed his eyes and gave himself up to her. Christine flicked her tongue across his flat nipple, causing him to suck in his breath sharply. She smiled and reveled in this power she had over him. That she could make him feel and desire her. Christine’s hands wandered all over his chest, following the trail her lips and tongue made down to the waistband of his jeans. She unbuttoned them and Tariq helped her push them down over his hips and to the floor. His manhood stood erect and proud. She felt Tariq’s whole body tense as she took him into her hands. Her gaze locked with his as her mouth took him in, swirling her tongue around his velvety tip.

Tariq let out his breath in a whoosh. He thought he would explode. Feeling her hot, wet mouth on him while keeping eye contact with him was the most erotic thing he’d ever experienced. His hips thrust up of their own volition. He couldn’t help himself. He’d never experienced anything like this. She made him burn; he thought he might die in her heat. Her long brown hair fell over his thighs and brushed against them, causing the whole experience to intensify. Tariq couldn’t stand not touching her anymore. His hands caught at her shirt and tugged it. Christine broke contact briefly as her shirt passed over her head, but then she was right back on him. She slowly took him all the way into her mouth, and then slowly took him out. Tariq growled and reached for her, dragging her up the length of him.

“You will be the death of me if you continue this,” he rasped as he kissed her hard.

“Bedroom,” Christine whispered against his mouth and instantly felt the bed beneath her and Tariq above her. “No, no, no.” She pushed him back until she rolled on top of him. “It’s still my turn.”

Tariq groaned. “I can’t take anymore of this, Christine. I’m ready to burst.”

Christine laughed huskily. “The rest of my clothes, Tariq,” she whispered and they were gone. She was starting to get used to this.

Christine rose up and carefully guided him to her wet entrance. She sucked in her breath as she sank down on him, sheathing him in her hot, moist chamber. Tariq cupped her breasts with both hands and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the hard, erect nipples. Christine began a slow rhythm as she rocked against him. A tight ball formed in the pit of her stomach and screamed for release. Tariq moved one hand down between them and his thumb found her most sensitive spot and he began to stroke it. Christine cried out as a jolt of electricity shot through her at his touch. She picked up her pace, her body straining for the end. Tariq moved his hands to grasp her hips, his own thrusting up to meet hers. Christine felt herself explode into a thousand tiny pieces, she cried out as ripple after ripple of sheer pleasure burst through her body. Tariq lifted her and rolled until he was over her. He caught his arms under her knees and pushed them forward until they were next to her head. He sank deeply, fully into her. His thrusts were hard and fast as he exploded within her, spilling his seed deep within her womb. His cry was shouted to the heavens as he released her legs and collapsed on top of her. Christine held him tightly, his head cradled against her breasts. Tariq rolled off her and dragged her against him. Christine snuggled close and placed her head over his heart and listened to the steady beat of it.

“I think I like your turn, Princess,” Tariq finally spoke once he found his voice.

Christine laughed softly. “I’m glad.” She sighed contently and closed her eyes. She felt the soft strokes of Tariq’s fingers on her arm as she drifted off to sleep.

Tariq remained awake for a short while longer. His feelings were becoming strong for this woman. He didn’t know how he’d survive when it was time to return to the Lamp. He was afraid he was falling in love with Christine. There was only one way to remove the curse. Tariq sighed. He was going to have to find Amid and he didn’t have much time to do it. Tariq closed his eyes and a few minutes later, he was asleep.