Page 95 of Spiritwarrior

Unable to take his teasing any longer, she released his cock to roll over, then placed a thigh over his hip and buried her hand in his hair.

Before she snagged his cock back into her hand, Jody had taken the option away from her and was thrusting inside of her.

“A little warning would be nice next time,” she moaned as he stroked inside of her.

Jody’s mouth went to her neck, making her melt under his touch. “Why? Your pussy is wet …”

“You can be such a man when you want to be,” she complained without heat.

“Do you want me to stop?”

Her hand went to his ass, pulling him back.

“Silas isn’t the only one in the family who has special gifts.”

“What gifts?” she asked him absently, only half paying attention.

“Matthew can create fire, Isaac can walk in the shadows, Jacob can control water …” Jody punctuated each revelation with a thrust of his cock.

“Sure, and I can make lightning shoot from my fingertips,” she joked, thrusting her hips toward him as her nails bit into his butt cheeks.

“None of us can do that … yet.” He groaned, rolling her over until she was on her back and he could thrust harder.

“What can you do?”

Her muscles tensed as explosions began racking her body as she came.

“I can rock your world.”

Epilogue

Isaac glanced out the window of the restaurant, making sure no one on the sidewalk outside was looking in. Finding no one near, he carefully stepped out of the shadows and walked directly to the wall where he took the old timey square clock down. After glancing toward the window again to make sure no one was watching, he walked back into the shadows.

Enveloped in a dim corridor, Isaac was able to move more freely without fear of prying eyes. He slowed his speed and came to a stop. Then, gathering his power, he slid the portal he wanted open to step out into Silas’ living room.

Fynn and Silas followed him as he carried the clock to the dining room. He placed it down on the table, and all three of them stared at the timepiece.

Fynn reached out to touch the clock. “Why would they want this ugly piece of crap?”

Silas grabbed his wrist, moving his hand away. “I don’t know.”

Reaching out, Silas laid a lone hand on the clock before carefully using both hands to turn the clock over.

None of them had expected what they saw.

Glancing up, they all stared at each other, each of their faces mirroring their fear.

“Do you think they know what it is?” Isaac asked, his voice grave.

“They were willing to kill to get the clock. They knew,” Silas responded grimly.

The soul mate he had been waiting for was beginning to reach his orbit. Fear nearly overwhelmed him. He would be called not only to protect the family but her as well. He was second-guessing his decision to take the clock instead of leaving it at the restaurant for Knox. He should hand the clock over to the sheriff. He had The Last Riders for protection, as well as trained deputies. He could give it to the sheriff, leaving his family and soul mate out of danger.

“What are we going to do?” Isaac looked back down at the clock then raised his eyes back to Silas.

Isaac and Fynn appeared to be just as afraid as he was.

Gingerly, he removed the golden medallion, which had been placed in a plastic bag and taped to the back of the clock. The beauty of the piece made a mockery of the cheap bag it had been placed inside of.

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