Mark said, "Lila can get you checked in."

  "Oh no! I wouldn't want to make the two of you late. I’ll just put my bag in the trunk of Bluejaye’s car. Besides, I didn’t make a reservation. I never make reservations. I always find a place to lay my head wherever I go. It's magic of a sort." She cocked her head. “Do you think it’s magic?”

  “I guess.”

  “So no need to worry about me. Between the two of you, I know I won’t be out in the cold.”

  J.C. realized with horror his mother intended to stay with them. He gave Mark a helpless look, and Mark slipped an arm around J.C.'s waist. "Don't worry, Mrs. Hart, we will work something out."

  "You are a good boy. I can see why my Bluejaye fell in love with you."

  "I don't go by that name anymore, Mom," J.C. said through gritted teeth.

  Mark giggled and kissed J.C.’s jaw. "It's fine," he said. "I think it's adorable."

  Chapter Four

  While it was fun to tease J.C. about his given name, Mark wasn't sure what to make of J.C.’s mother now that she was here in the flesh. In absentia, Mark could dislike the woman. But in person, while her incessant chatter was still a bit much, she had an unmistakable affection for her son.

  J.C. drove, his gaze straight ahead, his grip tight on the wheel as his mother, from the back seat, leaned forward at random, stretching her seatbelt to its max to brush her fingers over his shoulder and make loud comments in his ear.

  Mrs. Hart complimented J.C.’s driving and his clothing, and most often, his taste in men. By the time they reached the exam room, Mark had learned to nod, smile, and make enough appropriate hmmm’s and aaah’s to allow Mrs. Hart’s monologues to go at a speedy clip without him.

  Mark leaned back on the exam table with his scratchy hospital gown draped over his shoulders. J.C. held his hand while Mrs. Hart paced back and forth.

  Dr. Jangles came in a few minutes later. He was chubby with bushy white hair. He had shaved his long white beard. Mark blinked in surprise. "What happened?"

  Dr. Jangles gave a hearty belly laugh. "My better half wants to take me to the beach, and he doesn't like it when the sand falls out of my beard onto the bed." Dr. Jangles rubbed his jaw. "I must admit, I feel a bit bare. But it'll be back in time for next Christmas, don't you worry."

  Mark didn't. Dr. Jangles got a special joy out of dressing up from Thanksgiving through New Year's in red scrubs, a necklace of holiday lights, and a jaunty Santa hat.

  "And if the old hair follicles are not zipping along like they used to, maybe you can give me a hand, Mark?"

  "Is that one of my son-in-law's spells?" J.C.'s mom asked.

  Before Dr. Jangles could agree, Mark said, "I make tonics. Herbal remedies."

  Dr. Jangles blinked and then nodded. "Yes. Mark's tonics are some of the best in the town." He turned to J.C.'s mother. "And you must be Mr. Hart's sister, am I correct?"

  J.C.’s mother giggled. “Flattery will get you everywhere, doctor.”

  “She’s my mom,” J.C. said.

  "I can see it. You are both handsome. How long will you be visiting, ma’am?"

  "Until the spirits encourage me to move on," Mrs. Hart said, to Mark's dismay. "My son got it from me. The need for magic. And to find out he married a young witch is something else."

  "Maybe we should go ahead with the ultrasound?" Mark suggested.

  "Yes. Yes, of course. We all want to check in on your little one. See if you’re carrying a boy or a girl."

  "Mark is confident it's a girl," Mrs. Hart said. "And I agree. Sometimes you just know when you're carrying the child."

  "I trust Dr. Jangle," Mark said. "Trusting your gut does not negate the power of medicine or a good doctor," he added. He met his mother-in-law's eyes as he spoke. He had hoped she had learned that lesson from almost killing her son, but in case she hadn’t, it was good to restate the point. Mark was a witch, but that didn't mean he was an idiot.

  Mark smothered a sigh. It would do him no good to think harshly of J.C.’s mother. Not now, when he had to form a good relationship with the woman.

  Dr. Jangles said, "Hopefully your little one won't jam up the machine again."

  J.C.’s mom asked, "Is it common for witch babies to cause issues with technology?"

  Before Dr. Jangles could confirm or deny, Mark cut in, "It's a joke. The ultrasound machine was having problems on our last visit.”

  J.C.’s mom nodded. "I suppose you can't know if they will be a witch before they’re born." She seemed disappointed.

  J.C. said, "Mom, it doesn't matter to me if our baby is a witch or a werewolf or whatever. I just want to make sure everything is okay."

  "Of course, honey. That's all any of us want ass parents."

  Mark loosened the hospital gown so that his belly was exposed. J.C. took Mark's hand again.

  "This will be a little cool," Dr. Jangles said. "But you know the drill."

  Mark closed his eyes. Through the spell, Mark could feel J.C.’s anticipation tinged with annoyance - probably at his mother, and who could blame him - as the doctor flipped on the machine. The baby was too unformed to have distinct thoughts, but as the doctor pressed the ultrasound wand to Mark's belly, Mark caught a hint of discomfort. Maybe it was the baby’s or maybe it was his own.

  Though Mark was the focus of the town's protection spell, it didn't make him any better at mental magic.

  The image on the screen flickered.

  With his free hand, Mark reached for the charm Bedwyr had given him, a leather sack full of spell components around his neck. He murmured the calming spell and the bag warmed against his chest.

  "Mark, is everything okay?" J.C. asked. Mark squeezed his husband's hand. "Just hoping everything is okay," he said. Bedwyr's spell must have done something because the sense of discomfort passed. As Dr. Jangles pushed the wand to Mark's belly, he said, "There's your little one."

  "There–." J.C.'s mom pointed, and her eyes were shining. "My grandbaby.! Oh Mark, that's my grandbaby!"

  Dr. Jangles said, "Looks like you're having a little girl."

  Mark stared with delight at the growing life he and J.C. had made together.

  J.C. said, "I love you." He kissed Mark on the cheek.

  "Me too, Mark,” J.C.’s mom exclaimed. She grabbed one of Mark’s ankles and squeezed. “This is as much magic as anyone could want. A granddaughter! We shall have to choose a name that fits her spirit. How about Evanescent Foam? That seems suitably magical, doesn’t it?”

  The image on the ultrasound machine flickered. A sound, like an electric spark, crackled through the air. Dr. Jangles pulled the wand away.

  Mark met J.C.'s gaze. "No," they both said at the same time.

  “Yes, maybe the Foam wasn’t right,” J.C.’s mom said. “Ephemeral Starlight. Star for short.”

  "Mark and I are naming our daughter on our own," J.C. said, his tone as firm as granite. “No Foam or Starlight or anything like that.”

  "Calm down, Bluejaye,” his mom said, squeezing Mark’s ankle again. “No need to get a bee in your bonnet. We have plenty of time to make the right decision."

  "Plenty of time," Dr. Jangles said with a hearty laugh as he turned the machine off.

  Chapter Five

  "Oregon, my mom said," J.C. took Mark's hand and pulled him close. “That’s practically the west coast.”

  Mark breathed a sigh of relief. They stood in the thankfully empty living room of their home.

  J.C. said, "Now we can put the TV back in front of the couch and the couch near the fireplace where it was, instead of next to the kitchen."

  "You want to disturb our Feng Shui?" Mark said with a laugh.

  "I thought she would never leave. It was a stroke of genius dragging her out for morning mass this past week."

  “I asked Mateo to ham it up a little.”

  “The holy water was a brilliant. ‘Water of life!’ ‘Water of life!’”

  “Desperate times.” Mark shook his head. “Don’t get me wrong. Your mom is a bit intense, but she means well."

  "She does. I wasn't sure if I was going to wring her neck or run screaming into the lake when she brought out the books on Tantra and the Super Alpha cock ring!" J.C. squeezed his eyes shut. "She's my mom. I never want to think of my mom and cock rings again."

  Neither did Mark. He said, “It's good to have the house to ourselves again. But there was some truth to what she's saying about how it can be good to abstain if you are gathering power for a complicated working – –."

  "Kiss me," J.C. said. "And then I want you naked on the couch. And we will have orgasms. I don’t care if it’s bad for our Feng Shui or whatever. I want to give you lots of orgasms."

  Mark pressed a kiss to his husband's chest. "All the orgasms.”

  J.C. grabbed Mark's ass and pushed them together, chest to chest, and the delicious friction of Mark’s cock against J.C. through the fabric of their jeans was glorious. "Can you do sex magic with orgasms?"

  "How about we just have sex?"

  "Perfect."

  The end.

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  Breakable in Bora Bora Book Eight

  by Micheal Mandrake

  Copyright © 2018 Sharita Lira

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  Blurb

  Father Lance and Mateo are on the way to their honeymoon destination, but Mateo’s heat is just around the corner. Lance is looking forward to seeing the sights. Mateo, however, has other things he’d like to delve into before they step one foot in Bora Bora.

  Chapter One

  Chapter One

  Mateo

  Today was indeed the happiest day in my life. I’d said my vows to my fated mate, my alpha in front of my friends, family, and Vale’s residents. Lance had said those words too, promising to protect and love me as he should. Honestly, he didn’t have to make any effort. He’d already surpassed any expectations I’d had for him.

  After the ceremony, we rushed to the gazebo near the Christmas Market to exclaim our love again. No better place than the site of our first kiss to have our reception. The weather turned out perfect. Forty degrees, meaning we could skip the overcoats and show off our white suits. Regardless of neither one of us being virgins, I desired to be a rebel and wear the color after Labor Day. I hated playing by the rules and I’d be taking my alpha down that dark road with me.

  Once we enjoyed our first dance as a couple, Myra cleared her throat, handing Lance an envelope. When he read it aloud, he discovered that Mayor Rosemary Vale, a friend to everyone, had sprung for our honeymoon to Bora Bora.

  Hot weather here we come!

  Hearing those words, I leapt into my alpha’s arms and kissed him.

  The deputies cleared a pathway for us to get to our limo. When we made it, we turned to hug mi madre, my aunt, cousins, and Lance’s family who’d made the trip to say our goodbyes. Afterwards, we hopped in the car and it sped, throwing us off balance.

  Lance yanked me onto his lap and pressed his lips against mine. “Mhmm ready for the honeymoon, love?”

  “Fuck yeah, mi Padre. Finally, I’ll be getting to that warm climate I’ve been waiting for!”

  “Yes, and you want to know something?”

  “What’s that?”

  “I’ve been waiting for this too. Deep down, I’ve sort of craved a break from the mundane. For the first time in my life, I’m determined to enjoy myself outside of church activities. Since I’m on… leave, maybe you have some tricks up under your sleeve to show me?” Lance twirled a couple of my braids around his fingers.

  Aroused, I inhaled sharply and met his blue gaze. I loved when my alpha got that twinkle in his eye. “I’ve got plenty of tricks for you, my love, right here.”

  Lance shook his head. “No, no. I don’t wish to give our limo driver a show. When we get to the hotel, though, unleash on me as you did when you were in heat.”

  Listening to him, I swiped my tongue over my lips. “Mi Padre, you might get more than you’ve bargained for because my heat is just around the corner.” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

  Lance moaned and leaned in, nuzzling our noses together. “Then I’ll look forward to it even more. We’ll stay in the hotel the first couple of days to explore each other’s bodies and make out like we did in church.”

  “Mmmhm. I love that idea.” I twisted on his lap until our cocks lined up together. When they met through the material, I leaned in, covering his throat with soft kisses and nips.

  Lance’s head fell back against the car cushion and he exhaled. “Oh baby. Just… God…”

  “I know what I can do so the driver won’t suspect, lover.” I rose and unbuttoned my pants.

  Lance’s azure eyes met my gaze. He placed his hand on top of mine. “Save it, my sweet. If we start now, I might not want to stop. And that means we’ll miss our plane. We don’t want that.”

  “I suppose you’re right.” I eased back down onto his lap for our dicks to touch again. Trying my best to make him change his mind, I trailed my tongue over his Adam’s apple.

  “Mmate… Mateo. Jesus… Fff… ughhh…” Lance brought me in close, crushing his mouth on top of mine.

  I pulled back. “Mi Padre, yes, I know we should wait but…”

  “Yes, we should. Once we get out of this limo…”

  “Ooh, on the plane? I’ve always wanted to be part of the mile-high club.” I winked.

  “No, no, in Bora Bora. Not before. Behave yourself, you naughty omega.”

  “I am your naughty omega, Father Lance. Only yours.”

  Lance wrapped his arms around my waist and yanked me into his body. “Yes, you are, and I won’t let you forget it.”

  After about an hour, we arrived at the Pittsburgh airport. Our plane left in less than ninety minutes, giving us plenty of time to change into plain clothes. Although I wouldn’t have minded keeping the white suits on to draw attention, I figured, why get them dingy? Plus, we might have to run for the connection flight. Speeding through terminals in white suits, wouldn’t be all that fun.

  Once we found our gate, we sat next to one another, holding hands. I laid on Lance’s shoulder, running my hand over his chest, while he toyed with my locks.

  “Newlyweds, hmm?” An older woman asked and smiled.

  “Yes. Just married two hours ago.” Lance answered her.

  “Congratulations. You look like a very happy couple. Where’s the honeymoon?”

  “Bora Bora,” Lance said.

  “Wow. Lucky. Do plenty of scuba diving. I heard it’s a lot of fun.”

  As Lance continued to chat with the lady, I tuned out. The only diving I’d thought about was between Lance’s thighs. Sure, I wished to enjoy the paid vacation, but honestly, I looked forward to more time alone with mi Padre.

  * * * *

  Lance

  When our plane boarded, I had to wake Mateo up. The lady who asked if we just married talked my ear off, almost to the point I wished to get up and move. I didn’t want to wake my husband however, so I endured the long chat and thanked the Gods above when I noticed our seats were in first class.

  Thank you, Rosemary!

  When the agent scanned our tickets, we walked the short distance to our seats. I waved Mateo inside to take the window seat while I placed our luggage in the overhead. Although we were staying for twelve days, we didn’t bring a lot because we’d planned on spending a good portion of time in our room where clothing wouldn’t be necessary.

  “Wow, I’ve never sat in first class.” Mateo slid the shade up.

  “This is a first for me, too.” I took his hand. “We’ll have four hours in San Francisco, then another twenty in Papeete, French Polynesia.”

  Mateo inhaled. “What? Like as in a day?”

  “Yes. Unfortunately, there aren’t any flights that go directly to Bora Bora. It’s beautiful there, though. I Googled information on it while Mrs. Chatterbox asked me fifty questions.”

  Mateo snorted. “Sorry I fell asleep on you. I didn’t get much rest. I was too hyped.”

  I pressed my lips to Mateo’s. “No worries. Now, there are things we could do during the layover.”

  “Like fuck?”

  “Um…” I looked around at the couple across from us who laughed aloud. “Sweetheart. Language.”

  Mateo wrinkled up his lips. “My bad, love. But we could, right? I mean, I could start my heat the moment we touch down.”

  “No, Mateo. I want to save that for when we get to our destination. Now. Here are a couple of touristy things we could try.”

  As I talked, Mateo gave me the look that made me pause. His hazel eyes met my gaze while his lips twisted to the side.

 

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