The spells and the college girls Part 3.

Part 3

She’s crossed the common area of the resort, leaning on her crutches, her movements sensual and deliberate. Her Maxi dress shows a large part of her breast and the slit shows off the pink cast on her lower leg contrasting with her tanned skin. The dress is clinging to her hips like it was made just for her. Her legs are endless, even with one propped and bent slightly off the ground to keep her broken ankle from bearing any weight.

Her blond hair is falling into her face, and she keeps blowing it away with an exaggerated puff of air that makes me smile. Her cheeks are flushed, from pain, from effort, maybe from the rum she drank since her accident and every time she shifts her weight, her shirt slips a little further off her shoulder, revealing the delicate curve of her collarbone.

She’s talking to the tall female bartender, her laugh carrying across the area, and I can’t take my eyes off her. There’s something about the way she moves, confident but unsteady, like she’s daring the world to trip her up again.

I shouldn’t. I *know* I shouldn’t. But the moon is full, its silver light spilling over the sand like magic, and I’ve never been good at resisting sexual temptation.

I close my eyes, letting the energy of the night coil around me. I rub the black tourmaline and tell the incantation quietly *Let her love me.*  It’s meant to be harmless, a silly little wish, a flirtation with fate. But the magic listens.

The air around me crackles, faint but unmistakable, and I feel the spell surge outward, a ripple in the fabric of the universe. My eyes snap open just in time to see Harper glance over her shoulder while leaning on her crutches, her gaze locking with mine.

For a moment, time stops… again.

She doesn’t look away. Instead, her lips curve into a curious smile, and something shifts in her eyes, something soft, something *wanting.* The sexy bartender hands her a drink, but she barely notices. She’s still looking at me, her head tilted slightly, as if she’s trying to figure out a puzzle.

I smile, lifting my glass in a silent toast. She laughs, the sound warm and low, and raises her own drink in return. The magic hums in my veins, a low, steady thrum that’s impossible to ignore.  *Be careful what you wish for,* I think, but the warning feels hollow.

She crutches her way over slowly. Every shift of her weight makes her hips sway, and the sound of the crutches against the tiles is rhythmic, almost hypnotic. When she’s close enough, she leans on one crutch, her cast off the floor, her free hand brushing against my arm.

“Hey, my savior,” she says, her voice dripping with playful challenge. “What’s a girl gotta do to get your cell number around here? I was sure that breaking my ankle was enough”. She said, giving a perfect smile while her pink cast against my leg.

I tilt my head, letting my hair fall over my shoulder. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe next time you trip, fall into my arms and don’t break any bones?”

She laughs, and it’s like the sun breaking through the clouds. “Deal.” The moon watches us, silent and knowing, as the spell wraps itself around us both. And just like that, the game changes.

I opened the door to my room, the soft light casting a warm glow over the space. She crutched her way in and the sound of the crutches against the floor was hypnotic. She sat down on my couch and I lifted her broken ankle and placed a pillow under her cast. Her dress barely tied at the waist, and her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“You know,” she says, her voice soft as I sit down next to her, “I never did thank you properly for taking such good care of me when I felt and broke my ankle.”

She leans in, her breath warm, our lips meet, soft at first, then deeper, more urgent. Her hand finds my thigh, her fingers tracing patterns on my skin. I reach up, untying her dress, letting it fall open to reveal her naked body. I run my hands over her skin, her breasts, feeling her shiver under my touch.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I whisper, my mouth moving to her neck, nibbling gently.

“Mmm,” she moans, arching her back. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

I trail kisses down her chest, my hands cupping her breasts. I take one nipple into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, making her gasp.

“That feels so good,” she breathes, her fingers tangling in my hair.

I move lower, my tongue tracing a path down her stomach, her hips. I settle between her legs, my fingers parting her folds, my tongue finding her clitoris. She bucks against my mouth, her moans filling the room.

“Oh, god, yes,” she cries out, her hips moving in time with my tongue. “Right there, don’t stop.”

I won't stop. I keep licking, sucking, until she’s screaming my name, her body convulsing with her orgasm. I kneel up, my body aching with desire.

“Now it’s my turn,” I say, my voice hoarse with need.

She grins, her eyes never leaving mine as she reaches for me, her hands pulling me closer. We kiss again, our bodies pressed together, our hearts beating in sync.

“Lay back,” she whispers, her voice commanding. I do as she says, my head resting on the arm of the couch. She carefully climbs on top of me making sure not to put weight on her broken ankle, her hand between my legs, her fingers glistening.

With my hand on her pink cast I ask quietly “Do you believe in magic?”

Part4 to come
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