the storm’s rumble. Her
sheath pulsed around him, milking every drop of fluid from his cock and bathing
him in her warm juices.
Asher couldn’t catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around
her, pulling her close while resting his head against her heaving chest. They
stayed like that a long while, just holding each other while the shivers of the
orgasm gushed over them more powerfully than any downpour.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. You?”
He adjusted his bottom. “Other than the fact that there’s a
rock jabbing me in the ass, I’m fantastic.”
He heard her low chuckle and felt sorry when she lifted off
him and grabbed for her jeans. He adjusted his dick and zipped his fly, while
watching her struggle into the soaked denim. She pulled and squirmed, lifting
one hip and then the other. Her tussle with the heavy denim was enough to leave
him straining against his zipper again. When she settled back down next to him,
he pulled a blanket from his pack and wrapped them both in it. Though wet, it
offered some protection from the wind.
“The cave was flooding when I came up here,” she said.
He nodded. “We’ll have to wait it out. It’s cold, but at
least we won’t drown.”
Her arm wrapped around his middle, she pressed her head
against his chest. He kissed her hair and pulled her tighter to him and they
waited. If hearts could sing, Asher Dove thought for sure his was blowing out a
full opera. Even with the storm battering them, holding Nancy in his arms filled
him with unexpected joy.
* * * * *
The storm broke as the sun attempted to peek into the new
day. The same red clouds that had followed them the past few days quickly
quashed any further try for sunshine.
Ten feet below them, the new river still flowed. Now the
surface was tame rather than the rapids of the night before. Everything they
owned was wet, including the guns, which meant that they might not fire when
needed. The Indian had been washed away, but he could see it a hundred yards
away, on its side with the tires buried in the wet sand.
Sloshing through the water to get to drier ground, they set
the motorcycle upright. Amazingly, the old gem started on the first try.
Chapter Four
The Indian had to be abandoned several miles from Chichen
Itza. Charging in on the noisy bike would have been like ringing the doorbell.
Neither of them possessed Aileen’s ability to shoot electricity from her
fingertips, so a frontal attack hadn’t seemed like a good idea.
Asher had somehow talked her into waiting behind an ancient
wall while he looked around. Nancy’s clothes were nearly dry, thanks to the
warm weather and the whipping wind on the motorcycle. She reached back, rubbing
her neck. Between her capture, captivity, near sacrifice, sex and sleeping on a
rock in the rain, her muscles protested every movement. Asher had jumped off
the Indian like he was in peak shape. She’d smiled at his disheveled
appearance. His long hair stood out from his head, and he ran his hand through
it several times in a failed attempt to tame it. Now she thought of her own
hair and what a mess she must look. She shrugged, dismissing her vanity, and
looked around the corner for signs of Asher or demons.
The street was clear, not that the fact gave her much
comfort. Geoffrey had seen demons and hostages only a month ago during his
patrol. Those Demons couldn’t have gone much farther. They were at the very
edge of the Yucatan Peninsula, surrounded by the waters of the Gulf of Mexico
and the Caribbean Sea. The empty ruins felt wrong. The minions of Mictlan were
here somewhere.
Having Asher’s hands on her had been the first thing to feel
right since the End of Days. She could feel her mouth tipping up at the memory.
The entire world had become an abomination, but being with him felt like
finally coming home.
Finally she spotted Asher skirting around the ruined
building directly across the square. He made his way around, sticking to the
shadows and avoiding
sheath pulsed around him, milking every drop of fluid from his cock and bathing
him in her warm juices.
Asher couldn’t catch his breath. He wrapped his arms around
her, pulling her close while resting his head against her heaving chest. They
stayed like that a long while, just holding each other while the shivers of the
orgasm gushed over them more powerfully than any downpour.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. You?”
He adjusted his bottom. “Other than the fact that there’s a
rock jabbing me in the ass, I’m fantastic.”
He heard her low chuckle and felt sorry when she lifted off
him and grabbed for her jeans. He adjusted his dick and zipped his fly, while
watching her struggle into the soaked denim. She pulled and squirmed, lifting
one hip and then the other. Her tussle with the heavy denim was enough to leave
him straining against his zipper again. When she settled back down next to him,
he pulled a blanket from his pack and wrapped them both in it. Though wet, it
offered some protection from the wind.
“The cave was flooding when I came up here,” she said.
He nodded. “We’ll have to wait it out. It’s cold, but at
least we won’t drown.”
Her arm wrapped around his middle, she pressed her head
against his chest. He kissed her hair and pulled her tighter to him and they
waited. If hearts could sing, Asher Dove thought for sure his was blowing out a
full opera. Even with the storm battering them, holding Nancy in his arms filled
him with unexpected joy.
* * * * *
The storm broke as the sun attempted to peek into the new
day. The same red clouds that had followed them the past few days quickly
quashed any further try for sunshine.
Ten feet below them, the new river still flowed. Now the
surface was tame rather than the rapids of the night before. Everything they
owned was wet, including the guns, which meant that they might not fire when
needed. The Indian had been washed away, but he could see it a hundred yards
away, on its side with the tires buried in the wet sand.
Sloshing through the water to get to drier ground, they set
the motorcycle upright. Amazingly, the old gem started on the first try.
Chapter Four
The Indian had to be abandoned several miles from Chichen
Itza. Charging in on the noisy bike would have been like ringing the doorbell.
Neither of them possessed Aileen’s ability to shoot electricity from her
fingertips, so a frontal attack hadn’t seemed like a good idea.
Asher had somehow talked her into waiting behind an ancient
wall while he looked around. Nancy’s clothes were nearly dry, thanks to the
warm weather and the whipping wind on the motorcycle. She reached back, rubbing
her neck. Between her capture, captivity, near sacrifice, sex and sleeping on a
rock in the rain, her muscles protested every movement. Asher had jumped off
the Indian like he was in peak shape. She’d smiled at his disheveled
appearance. His long hair stood out from his head, and he ran his hand through
it several times in a failed attempt to tame it. Now she thought of her own
hair and what a mess she must look. She shrugged, dismissing her vanity, and
looked around the corner for signs of Asher or demons.
The street was clear, not that the fact gave her much
comfort. Geoffrey had seen demons and hostages only a month ago during his
patrol. Those Demons couldn’t have gone much farther. They were at the very
edge of the Yucatan Peninsula, surrounded by the waters of the Gulf of Mexico
and the Caribbean Sea. The empty ruins felt wrong. The minions of Mictlan were
here somewhere.
Having Asher’s hands on her had been the first thing to feel
right since the End of Days. She could feel her mouth tipping up at the memory.
The entire world had become an abomination, but being with him felt like
finally coming home.
Finally she spotted Asher skirting around the ruined
building directly across the square. He made his way around, sticking to the
shadows and avoiding
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