Night Shade Inn
By
Jamie Hill

PROLOGUE  

“Two drops of Belladonna,” she read from the Book of Spells, using a dropper to measure exactly.

“To lessen irritability and pain,” he interrupted, reading over her shoulder.

She elbowed him playfully in the stomach, and he stepped back. “In larger doses, the nerve endings of involuntary muscles are paralyzed, and when it reaches the central nervous system it causes excitement and delirium.”

“Delirium,” he repeated.

She cast a glance at him, he licked his lips, and she turned back to the book.

“Two drops of Catuaba, an aphrodisiac known for increasing sexual desire and reducing anxiety.”

 “Make it three drops Catuaba,” he encouraged in an eager sounding voice. He came close again and she heard the sound of him licking his lips.

Another elbow to the stomach effectively shut him up. “This isn’t for you, remember? Belladonna can be fatal if used improperly.”

“Belladonna,” he read “also known as Deadly Nightshade.” He took a step closer and ran his fingers through her long silver hair.

She stiffened for a moment, and then let herself fall back against him. “Deadly…ah, yes, you’d better believe it.”

He moved the hair away from her neck and nuzzled her. His hands snaked around and cupped her breasts firmly. “Perhaps we should stick with the Catuaba, then, Precious One.”

“Yes.” She arched her back as he plucked her nipples through the fabric of her dress into stiff peaks. Her hands worked the black curls on his head and tugged at them, encouraging him to continue his ministrations. “When we’re, ah, finished here, maybe we could give it a go.”

He chuckled softly into her neck. The only time she let him call the shots was when he physically aroused her.  The rest of the time he did her bidding, and seemed grateful for his good fortune. 

CHAPTER ONE - I Do 

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Sam Matthews smiled at his new wife and pulled her gently into his arms. His kiss, sweet and tender; was not exactly the way he felt like kissing her but it was their wedding, for crissakes. Now married, the rest of their lives would be an exploration of the thoughts and scenarios running through his mind.

Sadie whimpered slightly and leaned into the kiss. That does it, Sam decided, time to get out of here and off to a motel. He pulled back from her lips and smiled. Turning his attention to the minister he said, “Thank you, Reverend Colliver. We really appreciate your working us in tonight.”

The reverend closed his book and looked at the couple. His six-foot four-inch height alone felt intimidating, but jet black eyes staring out from his pale face became almost too much to bear. To top it all off, a head of greasy blue-black hair stuck out in a most unruly manner. It gave the reverend a seriously creepy looking appearance in Sam’s estimation. He and Sadie almost backed out when they met him in the lobby. Sadie chose the place because the name sounded cute: Heart and Soul Wedding Chapel. The reverend himself could not be described as cute though. Whispered deliberations between Sam and Sadie continued until the reverend's wife joined them and allayed their fears.

Janine Colliver seemed perfectly normal, Sam noticed with relief.   Tanned, fit, and extremely beautiful, although he felt embarrassed to admit he saw her in that light. Her ebony hair, the same color as her husband’s, appeared well-groomed.  The length fell to her shoulders.  Sam’s gazed slightly lower and couldn’t help but admire the lush, ripe cleavage he found there. Thirty-eight DD he guessed, his knowledge gleaned from a vast collection of Victoria’s Secret catalogs.

Gorgeous big knockers notwithstanding, Mrs. Colliver welcomed them to the Heart and Soul and set Sam and Sadie at ease. “Call me Janine,” she said pleasantly.  She discussed the ceremony and possible music choices, and offered to stand up as a witness to the joyful event. Her husband performed the ritual professionally, and Sam felt a little more at ease as the big man looked down upon them afterwards.

“Happy to be of service,” Reverend Colliver told them, his deep voice thick with an accent that sounded Cajun. “Blessed be your union in alignment with the moon and stars.”

“Yeah, right,” Sam said nervously, really wanting to get out of there. He put his hand on Sadie’s lower back and urged her towards the door.

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