Three Wishes Chapter 8

One moment Tom was over her, his hands on her and the next moment he was gone. Christine blinked as she realized that someone had pulled Tom off her. Tom flew back and slammed into the wall of the cheesy motel room. The whole room shook from the impact of it. It took him a moment to realize what had happened. He blinked and looked up at Tariq. He grinned suddenly.

“Hello, old buddy,” Tom greeted Tariq. He stood and straightened himself.

Tariq could only stare, stunned. “Amid.” He had changed, but it was definitely Amid. How could this be? How could Amid know about Christine?

“Well, Christy, my dear, looks like lover boy managed to find you just in the nick of time. How convenient for you.” Tom looked past Tariq at Christine who was trying to cover herself.

“I won’t help you, Tom,” Christine announced her chin lifted in defiance.

Tom gave her a hard look. Christine refused to back down. “We will see about that!” Turning his attention back to Tariq who was still trying to take it all in, Tom said, “Well old buddy, I’m not quite ready to face you yet, so until then, adieu.” And he was gone.

Tariq turned to Christine clearly confused, but he forgot it all when he saw her huddled on the bed, the bedspread pulled up covering her breasts.

“Christine,” Tariq breathed softly and went to her. He gathered her in his arms and pulled her across his lap, holding her close.

Christine began to cry as she clung to Tariq’s shirt, burying her face against his chest. Christine wasn’t sure at what point Tariq replaced the shirt that Tom had removed, but when her tears had subsided and she was feeling stronger, she pulled away from Tariq and noticed she had on a shirt that she didn’t have before.

“Thank you,” she said softly, indicating the shirt with her hand.

Tariq nodded. “Are you all right, Christine? Did he hurt you?”

Christine shook her head. “I’m fine, Tariq. He didn’t hurt me much.”

Tariq reached up his hand and gently caressed her cheek where Tom had struck her. “Why did Amid have you here?” Tariq asked, his anger barely under control. The thought that Amid had struck her was infuriating him.

Christine reached up her hand to cover Tariq’s. She pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek, then turned her mouth into his hand and pressed her lips against his palm. “I will explain everything once we are back home, Tariq. Please, I don’t want to remain here.”

Tariq nodded and moved to take her in his arms again. “Come, my love. I will take you home.”

Christine moved away from him, “No, my car is out there in the parking lot.”

Standing, Tariq didn’t release her, but gently pulled her up into his arms. “We will return for it later. Come.”

Christine relaxed against him, wrapping her arms around his waist. Closing her eyes, she laid her head against his chest. When she opened them again, they were standing in her living room.

Tariq held Christine a moment longer, and then led her to the couch. Sitting down, he pulled her into his arms and pressed her head to his chest. Wrapping her long, thick hair around his fingers, he leaned his head down slightly to press his lips to it.

“Christine,” he breathed softly. “I am so sorry.”

Christine snuggled against him, enjoying the feel of his arms around her. She lifted her face and their lips met. She sighed softly and buried her face in his neck, breathing his scent in deeply. “You have no reason to be sorry, Tariq. I shouldn’t have taken off like that.”

Tariq set her back a bit so he could see her eyes. “No Christine. You had every right to be angry with me. I should have explained the rules more clearly and . . .” He couldn’t finish. He should never have made love to her, but he could not make himself regret it.

Christine placed her fingers against his lips to silence him. “Don’t you dare say you shouldn’t have made love to me. Don’t you dare tell me you regret it! I’ll wish you back in that Lamp so fast it will make your head spin.” Her hazel eyes sparked with anger as she glared at him.

Tariq grinned, his eyes twinkling. “I don’t regret anything, my love.”

All the anger drained out of Christine at once and she returned his grin. She playfully smacked him on the chest and settled back next to him. “You are incorrigible!”

“And you are beautiful!” Tariq replied, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Now,” he added more seriously. “Tell me what happened with Amid.”

The smile faded from Christine’s face as she contemplated on how to tell Tariq that Amid was her ex-husband, Tom. This was becoming more complicated by the minute. She took Tariq’s hand and laced her fingers through his.

“Tariq,” Christine began, “I don’t know how to tell you this, but…” She paused, uncertain.

Tariq caught her chin between his fingers and lifted until their eyes met. “Do not be frightened of me, Christine. You can tell me anything.” His fingers moved from her chin to lightly caress the bruise that had formed on her cheek from Amid striking her. His eyes darkened in anger.

“Amid is Tom, Tariq,” Christine finally said. “Amid is my ex-husband.”

Tariq blinked, stunned. “How can that be?” he breathed. Tariq’s mind raced as he tried to figure out how Amid could have married Christine. It wasn’t possible. They were only allowed 10 days. They both had received the same curse. Unless . . .

Tariq turned his attention back to Christine. He brushed his lips against her bruised cheek. “It’s alright Christine. Tell me everything that Amid said to you.”

Christine quickly recounted everything that had happened from the time she had left the house until Tariq showed up at the motel room. “He said he did a lot of research, Tariq. That he had found a way to retain his immortality and power without being tied to the Lamp. But he would not tell me how he did it. He said that he did not want to destroy you, because it would render him mortal and he didn’t want that.”

Tariq nodded, “Of course he wouldn’t, immortality and the powers of a Genie without the limitations of the Lamp. He probably wants to get me back in my Lamp and bury me where no one will ever find my Lamp or me again.”

“That’s exactly what he wants,” Christine confirmed.

“Well then, we must try to discover how he was freed from his Lamp. But we must hurry, Christine. As long as I am bound by the limitations of the Lamp, there is not much I can do. We have less than 7 days, now that today is almost over, to find out how he did it,” Tariq replied frustrated. To be released from the Lamp would be wonderful. He could be with Christine with no time constraints and he could still pursue Amid at his leisure. But pursue Amid he must. There was no telling what kind of trouble Amid could cause if left unchecked. Tariq had learned the hard way that Amid was an evil man and not someone who should be left to a life of immortality and magical powers.

“Maybe we can try the library tomorrow,” Christine suggested.

“The library. That is a place with many books, yes?” Tariq asked.

“Yes. Lots and lots of books,” Christine answered with a smile.

“Good, then we can start there tomorrow.” Tariq gazed down at her, his eyes darkening with sexual desire. He leaned forward, closing the distance between them and kissed her softly. “Do you have any idea what it is you do to me, Christine?” Tariq’s deep, husky voice whispered softly against her mouth.

Christine gasped softly as she felt his large hands move to cup her breasts. Her body responded instantly to his touch. Her nipples hardened and she felt a rush of wetness between her legs. She moaned softly as she tried to squirm closer to Tariq and his hard, muscular body. Her own hands working his shirttail out from the waistband of his jeans as she sought the touch of his warm skin.

Tariq growled low in his throat as Christine’s hands made contact with his already heated skin. She left a trail of fire that threatened to consume him as her hands moved over his chest working his shirt over his head and to the floor. His mouth devoured hers as his tongue swept in tasting, teasing, drinking his fill of her. He was becoming intoxicated on her sweetness, he literally felt drunk from the taste of her. He couldn’t stand it anymore, he had to have her naked. He had to touch her, to taste every inch of her, to memorize every inch of her skin.

Tariq pushed her back on the couch, but when Christine’s head hit the cushion, it was her bed she felt beneath her. The next instant, her clothes were gone and she was completely naked before him. Tariq was on his knees, raised above her on the bed. His gaze slowly raked across her naked form, caressing, appreciating with his eyes.

“You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known, Christine. You take my breath away.” Tariq leaned down then and took her lips in a deep kiss, his tongue thrusting, dueling with hers. His hands roamed over her shoulders, breasts, her stomach and back up to her breasts. His thumb and forefinger taking a nipple and gently squeezed and rolled the hardened peak until Christine cried out in ecstasy.

Tariq moved lower, his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down her throat, across the swell of one breast until he reached his goal. He took the hardened peak into his mouth and drew it deep. Christine thought she’d die, she was so wound up tight. Her breasts were proving to be excruciatingly sensitive and Tariq was winding her up so tight that she thought she’d snap at any second.

“Tariq!” she cried out as she felt him nip gently at her hardened nipple, tugging on it with his teeth, and then he swirled his velvety tongue around it, soothing it.

He moved to the other breast and repeated the process. Christine’s hands roamed wildly over his back and through his thick curls, urging him to continue. Tariq rose slightly and gently settled himself between her legs. He spread her legs, his fingers seeking her wet, hot sheath. Christine nearly came off the bed as she thrust her hips forward as Tariq’s finger sank into her moist chamber. Her heart slammed in her chest and her breath was caught in her throat as her body strived for its release. But Tariq wasn’t ready to give it to her yet. He removed his finger and his mouth continued a downward journey across her stomach, and over the thatch of tight brown curls that hid the object he sought. His hands on either side of her thighs, he spread them wider as he bent low and swept his tongue over her hot, wet chamber. Christine cried out as the knot deep down inside her tightened another notch.

Tariq inhaled the musky scent of her and nearly spilled his seed right then. He closed his eyes and fought for control and once he finally attained it, though only by a thin margin, he opened his eyes again and thrust his tongue inside Christine’s liquid heat. His tongue found the sensitive little nubbin and he began to flick his tongue against it, driving Christine wild. Tariq had to grip her hips with his hands to keep her still while he worked his magic on her. He lifted her hips up so he could have better access and continued to plunder her wet chamber with his mouth and tongue.

Just when Christine knew she could take it no longer, her body exploded into a million pieces. Stars danced before her eyes as her body convulsed under Tariq’s onslaught. She wasn’t sure when Tariq had removed his pants, she only knew that when he rose above her and positioned himself, he was as naked as she was. She caught a glimpse of his arousal and was captivated by the size of him. There was no time to think any further because his hips thrust forward and he buried himself deep inside her. The ripples of her release came alive again and she could feel her body reaching for a second pinnacle. Christine raised her legs up and wrapped them around Tariq’s waist. He sank deeper into her tight sheath and he groaned his pleasure. His hips began to move as the tiny little muscles surrounding his hard length continued to constrict and pulsate around him. Tariq did not think he could be any more excited as he was at that moment, but the feel of Christine’s tight sheath surrounding his hard length, the feel of the friction as he sank deep inside her and pulled out again only to sink deep again was enough to cause him to swell even bigger. He ached so bad it hurt. His hips moved faster as he strove for his release. He heard Christine’s cry as her body began to convulse once more, sending him over the edge. He thrust hard into her several more times as he pumped his seed deep into her womb. His own cry of release muffled by the fact that he’d buried his face in Christine’s neck. He collapsed on top of her. He lay there only a moment, before wrapping his arms around Christine and rolling, he dragged her with him until she lay on top of him. Still buried deep inside her, he settled her body across the length of him and held her tight as they both recovered from the incredible sex they had just experienced.

Tariq had begun to think that Christine had fallen asleep, when she finally stirred and lifted her head to look into his face.

“That was incredible, Tariq.” Christine smiled shyly. “I’ve never knew sex could be that good.”

Tariq raised his hands and framed her face between his palms, his thumb brushing across her mouth. “Only with you, Christine. I love you.”

Christine stilled, her hazel eyes searching his darker ones. She could see the love there; she could see that he told her the truth. She grinned. He loved her. She felt like dancing and yelling. Instead, she kissed him sweetly.

“I love you too, Tariq,” she answered happily. They kissed again, slowly, taking their time.

When the kiss ended, Tariq said to her, “I promise you, Christine, I will find a way for us to be together. Now that I have you, I cannot let you go. Whatever it takes.”

Christine nodded. “We will find a way, Tariq. We will find out how to release you from the Lamp first, and then we can go from there.”

Tariq smiled lazily at her and held her tightly as she lay her head back down on his chest. His hands stroked her back and he felt her begin to relax against him. A few minutes later and he knew that she had fallen asleep. It was a while before he could fall asleep himself. What had happened earlier kept replaying itself over and over in his mind. Amid was Christine’s ex-husband, Tom. Somehow, he had found a way to be released from the Lamp, giving him his freedom even though he was still under the curse. If Amid found a way, then Tariq could find it also, but until then he had to concentrate on keeping Christine safe. He could not allow Amid to get a hold of Christine again. He would protect her with his life. He had failed Carina; he would not fail Christine. Finally, after several hours, Tariq fell into a fitful sleep.