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“Just hold me, ok?” I whispered. I wanted this to be over. The heat from his body felt wonderful. I’d always slept alone for practically my whole life. Now, having him with me did feel like I’d always been with him. How odd. I couldn’t imagine life without him now. And I refused to think that I would lose him to this. Turning over to face him, I wrapped myself around him and kissed him with all my might. A hungry desperate kiss. This might be the last time I…Pushing all that away, I explored his body with my free hand. I just wanted this, I wanted him.
His kiss did not slow as he did the same, kissing me with wild abandon. His hands felt so hot on me and I loved the callouses too. From roping, he had told me once. This was a part of him, his callouses, his fierceness, his love for life. I wanted to immerse myself in Prophet as deeply as I could. I slipped my fingers into his briefs and for the first time in my life, I stroked a man. Not just any man though, the one made for me. I found that it made me wet to feel his silky length in my grasp. I wanted him inside me again, joined to him as closely as I could get.
He wrapped both arms around me and rolled us over. Again, his body pressed against my back. He rolled my pajama pants down then he bent one of my legs at the knee up and over. Somehow, he tugged me up and entered me.
With a gasp, my body shuddered with pure pleasure. “Ohhh…”
“This will be slow, I want to enjoy you,” he purred hotly into my ear.
I shivered from his hot breath on my cheek. With his arms wrapped around me, he reached up under my top and played with my nipples as he slowly thrust into me. This was somehow even more powerful than what we did earlier. He went slow but deep as he caressed my breasts and his hot mouth explored my neck. My body was on fire, every nerve pitched to every move he made. I whimpered from the overwhelming sensations. Stormed by him. I realized his touch literally made my body come alive in ways I never knew it could. He kept up with his slow deep thrusts and his hands caressing me all over now. I was lost to all that he gave me.
I knew I couldn’t last, this was too much sensation...too much of Prophet for me to take it slow. “Proph—” I tried to tell him I was about to come, but I’d become so breathless, I could not speak.
“Sweet woman…” He groaned into my ear.
His deep raspy voice set me off as my climax came so suddenly. My skin flushed with heat and my muscles clenched. My world tilted on its axis with pure sensual feeling. I became lost in what he made me feel.
He kept stroking into me then he growled as he came inside me, holding me to him tightly. This enhanced my orgasm and we came together. I quaked and shivered. How could a man reduce me to a quivering mess? It amazed me. He kept his arms around me and held me close.Safe.I felt so safe and warm. I wanted this feeling and this moment to last forever.
“I love you, Jewel,” he whispered to my ear.
I hadn’t heard him say this to me before. Tears slowly filled my eyes. This was worth living for. It was worth fighting for. I swore that I would do just that. Suddenly, my fear, my sadness and all my anxiety left me. I could do this. Lead them to Prophet’s father. Beat this mad man. Win my happiness.
My mother used to say, ‘Happily Ever After,’ whenever she read me a story as a little girl. It was a tradition she had, no matter what the story had been about. It had always made me giggle too. I would make sure this story had one of those, even if it was a horror story and this certainly qualified as one of those. I did not care if had to draw blood myself to make sure of it. As Prophet’s warmth enveloped me, along with his soothing embrace, I finally fell to sleep.
Chapter Eleven:Fear No Evil
Prophet
I listened to her breathing as it evened out and I knew she had gone to sleep. I didn’t think sleep would come as easily for me. Hell yes, I was tired. The last 24 hours had been like a lifetime. Time before I met her had moved like molasses as the southerners say. I would be at the ranch and the days were long, sunrise to sunset was always the schedule. At the offices of Requiem’s businesses it was better hours, 9 to 5, but fuck, it had been so boring. I wasn’t cut out for that life and everyone around me knew it.
Was I cut out for this though? This espionage shit. Looking for the boogeyman under every slimy rock.
I had better be. Today when morning came, it could be my last day. It could mean the end of the only parent I ever knew as well. But the thought that made me crazy was the possibility of losing Jewel. Or seeing her hurt. I really don’t think I would be sane if that happened. I knew when it came to her, I had surprised myself more than once. The jealousy flare earlier in the basement when they were all staring at her had been an eyeopener for me. I don’t think I’d ever battled that green-eyed monster in my whole life. No woman had meant enough to me for that emotion and I would snicker in amusement at other guys when they would lose their shit over their women even getting near another man.
I wasn’t snickering now though, was I? That joke was now on me. The men in that basement weren’t staring at her with lust either. I knew this, but my good sense went out the door anyway. Hell yes, I felt protective and proprietary when it came to Jewel. Damn, the cool cowboy was no more. I rarely got worked up over anything in the past. Now, all I wanted to do was pound someone into the fucking ground. Mainly, this Deacon fuck. I’d never had a bad temper, not really. But love had come into my life. A battle raged for love either being the best or the worst thing to ever happen to me. It had barreled in the minute I saw her hanging over that thug’s shoulder, though I didn’t realize it at the time.
I realized it now though. I did the one thing I never did before in my history with women. I told her I loved her. Those words had never crossed my lips before. I’d loved a few things in my life, riding horses and bikes among them, but never this. Holding a woman as I felt her soft curves up against my hard planes. Oh, I enjoyed it a few times, but loved it? Nope. Then again, I never had a jewel made just for me, she was just that, true to her name. A perfect fit for me, just like everything else about her. I’d seen her fire and resolve all day and it only fueled what I felt for her already. Having a woman stand up to take the heat in order to protect me? In order to save my dad. I never saw that one coming either.
Only, I didn’t want her to do any of that. I wanted her safe, tucked away and under guard. When we playacted today, it wouldn’t be acting for me, not at all. I hated this idea and everyone knew it. It would take all I had to watch her run away from me and not try to stop her. When she did, I knew she would be heading to hell’s front doors. I would be dying a thousand deaths the whole time too. I’d never had this kind of challenge before, to keep my head straight when I felt like someone was cutting my heart out of my chest.
I closed my eyes and rested while holding my Jewel close as twilight sleep faded in and out for maybe hours. At first, I had dreams and they were good ones. I was kneeling down as I held up a ring to Jewel. Her smile seemed to be the brightest thing in the dream. It moved to her and I riding Sassy across the Texas grasslands. Her sitting in front of me, laughing as the wind had her long blonde hair hitting me in the face. The images of her were now flashing by me faster and faster. Then suddenly her image disappeared and all that was left behind was her bubbly laugh...until that even faded into silence.
Reaching out for her, my arms came up empty. Bolting upright in bed, I sucked in a huge gasp and turned my head to stare at the empty mattress beside me. “Jewel!” I called out.
“Yes?” she answered.
I looked over at the bathroom doorway.
Staring at me, she stood there in a towel with her hair wrapped up in another towel.
I jumped out of bed and stalked over to where she stood. Scooping her up as she gasped, I then turned and carried her back to my bed.
“Prophet?” she exclaimed.
Laying her down, I wrapped my body and my arms around her. Her softness, her sweet scent, I took it all in. I didn’t speak, all I wanted was her with me.
We laid there for a few silent minutes before she finally spoke, “Are you okay?”
