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  Chapter Six

  Wyatt kept checking his rearview mirror to see if Georgiana was still behind him. I can’t believe I scored with her. She’s a hot piece of ass. Something about her sure seems familiar.

  I can’t put my finger on it, but maybe I’ve run into her before. I do tend to lose track. He chuckled as he pulled into the driveway. He parked and slid out of the car. After a moment, he saw headlights piercing the darkness as she pulled in beside him. He waited while she slipped out of her vehicle and took in the surroundings.

  “Wow. Nice place. You work here?”

  He smiled feeling a little cocky. “Something like that.” He gazed down at the huge barn. The door was open to the barn with the light shining out of Gina’s office. He heard the horses rattling the barn doors because they were in for the night. He glanced at the house and saw Landon was home. He’s probably reading some stuffy old book. I know what he’ll say if he runs into us. He’ll tell me I shouldn’t be running around and risking the chance of exposing our secret.

  “So you just staying here or something?”

  His grin widened. “No. Actually I own half the place.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’m sure you thought I was some no-good-cowhand going to take you to my loft in the barn.”

  She laughed. “It had crossed my mind.”

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  He inched closer to her feeling her hesitation now that she wasn’t in the heat of the moment at the club. She was looking fine in her short jean skirt and black T-shirt. The fabric showed off the lines of her bra and the bumps of her nipples from the chill in the air. He ached to run his hand over her breasts to feel their firmness.

  To ease the tension, he stepped closer to her and cupped her cheek. Georgiana drew in a quick breath. He saw the trepidation in her eyes. Seizing the moment, he leaned in and kissed her not too hard, but just enough to leave her wanting. When he touched her again, he noticed the energy between them. His lips got all tingly from kissing her, but he thought it was a fluke from the dryness of the air at the bar. Now it was stronger. His whole body was on edge the way he was before a ride. He could sense a storm in the air, but he had no orders that one was coming. Withdrawing a step, he waited for her to come around.

  “Do you still want to come inside? I can understand if you’ve changed your mind.” The tip of her tongue touched her lips. The small gesture tightened his cock. Oh baby, I can’t wait to get you alone so you can use that on me. She ran her hands over her arms. He noticed her hair was standing on end. She was shaking slightly.

  “No. I’m okay.”

  “Great.” He offered her his elbow. She looped her arm through it and he led her inside.

  They entered through the front door into a small foyer. Landon had decorated the place making it appear to be something out of the old west since that was his era. Old horseshoes were on the wall along with hats and other memorabilia. There was even an old poker table in the other room set up to use. He led her through the kitchen, which was the center of the house that connected the other three wings. He held his breath hoping he wouldn’t bump into his partner. Luckily he heard Landon blasting Mozart so he knew he was busy.

  “Who’s the classical buff?”

  “That’s my partner. Don’t worry. I bet he’s occupied for the night. He’s nothing to worry about.”

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  She nodded and scanned the kitchen. “So you and he share everything?” Wyatt laughed. “Not one another if that’s what you’re asking. We’ve known each other for a long time. We both love horses so we pooled our money and ended up with this place.” He tugged on her hand. “Don’t worry. He and I aren’t into one another.

  Unless that’s something you want to explore?”

  She laughed. “I think I’ll pass for now.”

  “Good.” He led her down the hall to his room. She walked in and took in the surroundings. He paused feeling his cock shift once more. He couldn’t wait to feel her hard body underneath him with her moaning his name. Sometimes he wasn’t sure which one he enjoyed more, the game of getting women or the actual act of making love to them. Both of which he considered himself a master at.

  He led her through another room and into his bedroom. His king sized bed was covered in a dark green spread. One wall was windows with a sliding glass door with easy access to the backyard that led into the fields beyond the paddock. Tempest hung out sometimes. Tonight a half moon beamed down on them. He sensed a calmness to the atmosphere, but there was definitely something different about this woman. He couldn’t place what intrigued him so much more about her than anyone else he’d ever been with. She gave him a nervous smile. When he touched her arm, she stiffened up again.

  “I won’t bite you, Georgiana.”

  “George, please.”

  “All right. George.” He kissed the side of her neck. Once his lips touched her flesh, he was zapped. Her skin had the hint of roses, but she tasted like butter cream. His lips glided along the line of her throat to her ear. When he began nibbling on the lobe, she gasped, just the reaction he was hoping for. Her fingers brushed his chest, barely touching him. “You taste wonderful.” He licked her neck and she giggled.

  “You’re making me feel like an ice cream cone or something.”

  “Is that so bad?”

  “No. It’s just it’s been a long time and I normally don’t do this kinda thing.” 34

  He pulled away. “We’re two consenting adults who are sexually attracted to one another. I certainly understand that, because we’ve just met, you’re concerned about how quickly we’ve come together. But I know you feel the sparks between us, why don’t we take it slowly one night at a time? I promise I won’t run away and break your heart.”

  Her mind was working over what he said. He saw her resolve. She tugged on the bottom of her shirt before pulling it over her head and dropping it to the floor. George walked over and pushed him down onto the corner of the bed. I like this one. His cock strained to be released from the confines of his jeans. She placed one knee between his legs and leaned over him giving him a better view of her wonderful breasts enclosed in their black satin prison. He ran a finger along the swells and between the dip of the globes and back along the other side before slipping a strap down off her shoulder.

  She pushed her lips against his and parted his mouth with her tongue. At that moment, he put his arms around her and brought her down with him onto the bed. He didn’t break her kiss, but touched her tongue with his until they both tasted one another. His free hand snaked underneath her skirt, gripping the firm mounds of her ass. George jumped bringing him closer. His other hand cupped her nape and pulled the elastic from her hair. Her chocolate brown locks cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. He inhaled the peppermint aroma of her shampoo and broke their kiss.

  It wasn’t fair she was exposing more skin than he was.

  “I want you, George. I want to fuck you until you come screaming my name. I’m going to eat your pussy until you can’t think anymore. And then I’m going to fuck you some more. You up for that?”

  She nodded.

  “Good. Now strip for me.” Wyatt eased away and took off his boots and socks. He observed while she undid her bra, but held it over her breasts. She slipped the other strap from her shoulder, teasing him, taunting him while she stared at him the entire time.

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  His dick swelled even more watching her drop the satin undergarment to the floor and run her hands over her breasts, pinching the nipples. Next she pulled off one boot and then the other. His mouth watered watching the vixen before him. He couldn’t wait to feel her hard backside. Oh baby, I’m going to rock your world until you won’t even know what planet you’re on.

  She shimmied out of her panties, but left her skirt. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

  He had to have her. Wyatt stood up. He pulled his jeans off and his boxers. Once his cock was free, he felt a hundred tim
es better. She stood before him in her skirt with her hands over her nipples like pasties. “This what you wanted?” He nodded. “You better fucking believe it is. You’re a beautiful filly. I’m going to ride you all night.” He guided her hand down to his cock letting her take in his length.

  Once she touched him again another jolt went through him only this time it was sharper and it hurt more, but in a good way. His whole being was energized. Her caresses were soft running all over his shaft. Her eyes widened and a playful smile beamed on her face.

  “What if I want to ride you?”

  “My bed. My rules. Get on the bed and turn around.” He pinched her erect nipple.

  She gasped. He hit her ass lightly while she positioned herself on all fours on the bed.

  He dug into his nightstand and pulled out a condom. He might be immortal and immune to disease and injury, but he could still have children. He tore open the thin foil with his teeth and then slid on the rubber. Before long, he stood before George marveling at her luscious pussy. She was already wet waiting for him. Her pendulous breasts taunted him. Running his hand down her back, he saw a faint blue spark go between his palm and her skin. It intrigued him.

  “Ahh…what are you doing?”

  “You feel that?” he asked.

  “Yeah. It feels good.”

  Wyatt smiled and called upon his power over the storms. A small breeze stirred in the room and the charge between them grew. It made him feel larger than life. He’d never had that reaction before when he was with another human being. Only when he 36

  was among the clouds and Tempest’s hooves were striking up lightning. He stood behind her, traced his hands over her flat stomach, and touched her nipples before kneading her breasts. He squeezed them hard and drew a satisfying moan from George.

  Without being able to wait any longer, he slid his cock between her succulent pussy lips. Once he parted them, she swallowed him whole.

  “Oh, baby. You feel so tight.” He pulled out of her again and then slammed back inside. She backed into him each time he thrust into her deep well taking all of him. He rubbed her breasts and pressed his forehead against her back feeling the static charge riding both of their skins. Just focusing on that made the contact between them almost unbearable. The energy rubbed along his flesh. It was a new addiction he didn’t want to stop. George screamed when he plunged into her again. Their coupling was moving faster than he wanted, but he couldn’t contain himself.

  “Wyatt, I’m coming.” Her muscles quivered around his cock clutching him, not wanting to release him from their velvet hold, but he pulled out of her one last time not being able to hold back any longer. His legs wobbled and he came. Even after their release, jolts of energy were zapping between them.. As the energy built up Wyatt realized he wanted her again. He finally pulled out and threw the used condom in the trash. He walked into the bathroom and stared in the mirror. His eyes were whirling. It seemed he was going to jump out of his skin. Something wasn’t right. He’d never lost control of his power before. Gripping the edges of the marble sink, he forced his abilities back under control. Everything inside of him was swirling wanting to break apart into a rush of air and he couldn’t do that around her.

  “Is everything okay?” George stood in the doorway with a concerned expression.

  Her hair was plastered to her forehead. Her skin was red and she smelled wonderful.

  He forced a smile. “I’m fine. No worries. I’ll be right as rain.” A sharp pain sliced him from the inside and he doubled over. George rushed in and caught him. Once she touched his shoulder, the pain melted away.

  “You’re not okay. I have to get you some help.”

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  What the fuck? “No need, darlin’. I’m okay now. Must have been the cow getting back at me for eating it.” He beamed and leaned in for another kiss. She hesitated at first and then gave in.

  “As long as you’re okay.”

  He stood up slowly feeling frisky. I don’t know what it is about her, but fuck I want more. “Oh I am, but you’re not.” He scooped her up and deposited her back on the bed.

  George laughed when he began to tickle the back of her knees. She kicked at him, but he caught her legs and spread them wider. Licking his lips, he stared at the pearls of her wetness clinging to her downy pubic hair. The mouth of her pussy waited for him to torture it, taste it and explore it. He dipped his face between her legs and grasped her hips. Wyatt tasted her unique tang still having the charge between them. He laved each individual fold feeling her shake and squirm until he settled on her clit. He studied her before he began his torture. Her nipples were alert. She drew in deep breaths. Her eyes were closed. His tongue licked a smooth line across her lips. His balls tightened once more. He could take her again without waiting, but first he wanted to pleasure her.

  He began to lick her slowly tasting all her exotic spice while the small jolts of energy ran over his tongue. Each time he touched her, she jumped from the zaps passing between then. He found her hidden bud, the special gem that would bring her absolute pleasure, and began to tease it. First he nipped on her clit. Then he suckled it.

  He was rewarded with her squirming.

  “Wyatt, ahh don’t stop. Please. More.”

  As you wish. He redoubled his efforts until she was whimpering. He enjoyed her taste on his tongue. He tried to keep her steady, but the more she shimmied, the stronger the energy grew between then. He felt his power rising again, but this time it didn’t go haywire. He was able to channel it into a small breeze blowing across the two of them. It hardened him again and made her come hard. He lapped up all of her honey then swiftly claimed her lips once more.

  “You taste so good.”

  “I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

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  He began to roll off her, but she grabbed his hand. “I have to get—”

  “No. Now.”

  He did what she asked and plunged inside of her. He was rewarded with her legs wrapped around his back. She gripped all of him and set their rhythm. The more he lost control the more the wind in the room blew. She held his shoulders tighter until the wind surged through the bedroom. The doors blew open. He shut his eyes tight and released deep inside of her enjoying the comfort of her arms. It was only when he lay beside her and the draft died down that he realized the wind hadn’t blown anything over. It was pristine. It had only been the power sparking between them.

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  Chapter Seven

  The decadent smell of coffee roused George from her deep slumber. She’d been dreaming about storms with lots of thunder and the man who had saved her when she was a child. The sound of hooves and horses filtered through her dreams, but then she remembered she was on a horse ranch. When she opened her eyes, the image of the man’s dark eyes haunted her. They had burned into her memory. Before the impact of the storm, her father had come running to get her out of the twister’s path, but a man appeared and held her to him. Her father’s scream echoed in her mind.

  George inhaled again and opened her eyes. It took her a moment to remember she’d had a wonderful night with a man who she barely knew. Somehow, she didn’t feel as though he was a threat. She shook her head. Trying to squash her memories was almost impossible. Sometimes they overtook her despite all her efforts to keep them at bay. The pain was so acute it almost strangled her. The memory of the storm played like a continuous loop in her head. She was thrust into the vacuum of the storm. She was so overwhelmed by her fear and yet there was a sense of peace because of her unique ability. Her strange gift made her feel as if she was one with the storm. She was frozen in place, waiting as it got closer for the funnel cloud to suck her up. That’s when the man materialized before her as if he had been formed from the spinning dirt. Last night with Wyatt she sensed one hell of a storm, but there hadn’t been one. Well, there was one with Wyatt and nothing like that had ever happened to her before with another 40

  person. He was
amazing. I give him credit. He’s not what I thought he’d be at all. God. I’ve never had anyone make my body react that way.

  She got out of bed and went to answer the call of Mother Nature. When she came back in, she noticed Wyatt was out cold, sprawled on the bed. The scent of the coffee stirred her. She gazed around the room and saw a robe tossed over a chair. She grabbed it and pulled it on. The black silk cooled her skin, but it felt good. She tiptoed out of the room and followed the wonderful aroma into the kitchen. A coffee maker sat tucked away on the corner of the large counter next to a stainless steel stove. On it there was a coffee mug tree that she plucked a cup from.

  Glancing around, she didn’t think anyone was around or would mind that she was taking some of the coffee. Wyatt said his partner shared the other part of the house.

  Surely he won’t mind if I get a cup. She bit her lip and then poured a mug. Glancing around on the counter, she didn’t see any cream or sugar. She grabbed a spoon from the dish drainer and then pulled open the refrigerator searching for milk.

  “Hey, Wyatt. You and I need to have a serious talk.” George froze at the deep voice. The hair stood up on the back of her neck. Energy crawled all over her skin. She had the same sense she had last night with Wyatt that a storm was creeping up on her. Shit. This has to be Landon. She took in a deep breath praying he wouldn’t be upset at discovering a strange woman rooting around in his fridge. Slowly she peeked out from behind the door and shut it. The first thing she saw was a man dressed in black silk boxers, tan skin, a well formed eight pack, and muscled arms. Her gaze moved to his face. He had shaggy salt and pepper hair that touched the top of his ears. His mouth was made for kissing with succulent lips that she could kiss all night long. He had a classic nose which was slightly bent to the right as if it’d been broken. His eyes were deep and framed by black eyebrows. His brow furrowed when he saw her.