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“But I still want to-” I start to tell him.
“Say it again,” he orders gently. “Tell me you want to be mine. Tell me you’ll be mine alone and nobody else’s, ever.”
“I do want to,” I say, trying to finish. “I want you to claim me as your one and only. But Dad… This place,” I trail off.
“I know. Maybe we need to find your Dad first and then take it from there,” he says with some resignation.
“But I want you now, I want this,” I remind him, gripping him again, making him groan as we both laugh for a moment before I have to agree, my Dad’s safety should come first.
“Can you wait?” I ask, feeling a warm trickle from his smooth tip in my palm, which makes us both gasp.
“I’ll have you yet, Misty Rivers. Mark my words,” he promises me.Chapter EightZakHearing her say it, practically begging me to take her here and now, it makes not only the situation harder.
I’ve never been so hard in my life and it’s all because of her.
I have no doubts about wanting her, about my need to claim her. But I do have doubts about doing it on my best friend’s couch in his lake house, especially while he’s missing in action.
Misty murmurs something about the food still in the truck. It’s on ice but she should get it inside.
I sleepily remind her that there’s no power anyway and we both groan and chuckle.
The wind outside picks up and a huge crack of thunder right over the house makes her hold onto me even tighter as I fumble for the blanket draped across the back of the sofa.
“Let’s just stay here for a minute, you and me?” I suggest, feeling her head nod against my chest as our body heat collects under the blanket.
It’s risky, her naked and me on top of her like this, but right now, I don’t think either of us wants to break the magical spell we’ve both fallen so hard under.
I hear her say something about tomorrow being thanksgiving, that she has so much to do but in no time at all I feel us both falling deeper into something else.
The sleep we’re both craving.
It feels like I’ve only just dozed off, but the room seems lighter once I feel Misty jolt awake.
The rain pounds hard on the tin roof and the wind in the cold, empty chimney isn’t enough to dull the sound of her Dad’s truck on the thick gravel outside.
In a split second, she’s up off me and in another room, hissing something about keeping her Dad busy for a few minutes while she gets dressed.
I shake my head and pinch my eyes, reminding myself where I am, what’s already happened between Misty and me.
I watch the door after straightening my own clothes up, telling myself it’s fine for me to have had a nap so soon after arriving. I’ve just come off a long overseas flight.
But the door doesn’t open. Nothing happens.
Finally, I hear the horn of Mark’s truck. It’s a sudden unexpected blast, making me think he might have hit it by mistake, but once he presses it down for a few seconds, both Misty and I know something’s up.
She comes rushing out of her room, pulling a fresh sweater on and looking like something I want to drag back to bed all over again.
But her eyes have the same urgency, the same sharp edge as the sounds from outside.
“I had a nap and you were trying to fix the generator,” I inform her as we both move swiftly towards the door. She stabs her head in agreement but by the time I open the door, I can see our story doesn’t matter.
Mark’s grimaced face tells it all.
I’ve seen that look before, even on my own face.
He’s glad to see Misty and I are safe and we followed his instructions, but he’s disappointed too.
The one thing in his life that always gets between what he wants and what he’s able to do.
“My back!” he calls out to me, gripping the truck’s wheel so hard as he tries to lift his weight from the seat.
I’m over to him in a second, easing him out of the cab as he huffs and grunts, swearing under his breath.
“Easy, Mark. Easy,” I tell him gently, trying hard not to move him any way he doesn’t want as I take his weight.
Mark’s a big enough guy, and considering his back he looks after himself, keeps in shape.
“We stayed put, Dad. Just like you said,” Misty chimes, getting herself wet and her shoes muddied as she tries to support him from the opposite side.
“I know you did, sweetie. And I went out like the lone ranger when the power went and I couldn’t get either of you on your cells.”
