Free Sensual Spell by Rachel Carrington Page B

bed, Noelle knew he didn't have good news. And from the set of his jaw, he wasn't happy.
    She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at him. “Bad news, I take it?"
    Dark eyes pinned her. “Yeah, you could say that. Uncle Ed's body has disappeared. Now, you wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"
    Noelle closed her eyes. Shit. Now was a fine time for Ella to strike again. “Jacob, you can't believe I had anything to do with this!"
    "Can't I?” He rolled from the bed and stood glaring down at her. “Maybe this was your plan all along. Keep me distracted so you could dispose of the body."
    Anger snagged her, and Noelle came to her feet on the opposite side of the bed. “Let me get this straight. You think I fucked you so I could get rid of Uncle Ed? For what reason? Honestly, Jacob, I think you were right."
    "So what was I right about?” he snarled.
    "When you said you were fucking nuts."
    Jacob rounded the bed just as the air shimmered, sizzled, and split open like a curtain.
    "It's about time you got here,” Noelle snapped.
    * * * *
    Jazz covered her eyes with both of her hands. “Oh, dear. Oh, dear. Noelle, perhaps you would like to take this opportunity to put some clothes on."
    "Jazz, don't be naïve. She's a fully grown woman and is entitled to have sexual relations with a...” Heart stopped, her eyes dropping down Jacob's body. “Sweet Mother Earth."
    Noelle rounded the bed to stand in front of Jacob. She might have known this wasn't going to be pretty. She saw the storm building in Jacob's eyes and the light of challenge in Heart's. She worked quickly in an attempt to diffuse the situation. “You might want to put some clothes on. They look like they've come to stay a while."
    Emmie sashayed forward, her cheeks pink and a knowing look in her eyes. “Well, of course we came to stay, at least until this is all sorted out.” She flashed Jacob a bright smile. “And don't cover up on our account, young man. I haven't seen anything that good since Michelangelo created his first masterpiece."
    Jacob gave a low snarl and snagged his pants from the floor, where he'd discarded them earlier. He dragged them up over his hips, and Emmie made a disappointed sound.
    "Damn. Just my luck to find a man with modesty,” she muttered.
    Noelle glared at her. “You didn't find him, Aunt Emmie. I did. Or he found me, rather."
    "With my uncle,” Jacob reminded her curtly, shouldering his way forward. “Now, who are these women, and what in the hell are they doing in my house?"
    "We saw policemen outside,” Jazz inserted with a nervous lilt to her voice.
    "Police?” Noelle asked, shooting an anxious look at the door.
    Heart waved a dismissing hand. “We sent them on a wild goose chase. Don't worry about it."
    "No one has answered my question yet,” Jacob barked.
    Noelle sighed and caught hold of his arm to quell his threatening manner. “These are my aunts, Emmie, Heart, and Jazz. They're witches, too."
    "Why am I always last?” Jazz complained, practically skipping forward to extend her hand to Jacob. “Pleased to meet you, Mr. Sanders."
    "So pleased she's simpering,” Heart snipped. “Ladies, let's not forget we're here for a reason."
    Emmie tapped her forehead. “Yes, indeed, but you wouldn't happen to have a shot of tequila lying around the house, would you, Mr. Sanders?"
    "Emmie!” Noelle massaged her temples. “You don't need any alcohol. What you need is to get me out of here. Now.” Though her aunts were there with every intention of helping, their timing was way off. With the disappearance of Ed's body, Jacob's distrust had returned full force, and the only thing that would help would be the body's safe return. Not even the aunts were that good.
    Emmie didn't take her eyes off Jacob's lean form. “Are you seriously going to leave this man of yours behind?"
    "He's not my man.” Noelle's exasperation climbed another notch.
    "Pardon her for assuming,” Heart interjected with her own