Crymsyn Hart (4 page)

Wyatt captured her lips in a kiss that caught her off guard. She stiffened before responding. The moment his lips touched hers, she heard thunder rattle everything around her. Static electricity exploded through her. Her head reeled. Before the storm around her could ease, he pulled away. She stood there, lips pursed, frozen, taking a moment before she realized it was over. When she opened her eyes, he gave her his smug smile.

“Wow. I’ll take that as a yes.”

He stepped closer and reached behind her settling his hand on her waist, but his fingers pressed against the mounds of her derriere. “Only if you really want to. I can sense you do. What we have between us is stimulating. A little tumble in the hay won’t hurt either one of us.”

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She bit her lip.
He’s so fucking fine. I can’t say yes. I normally don’t do stuff like this, but
like he said, one night wouldn’t hurt. I don’t think he’s an axe murder and I really need to get
today out of my mind.
“Do you always use such cheesy lines?”

“Only on the beautiful ones.”

He’s laying it on thick.
Trina was making out with Cliff in the corner.
She won’t even
notice I’m gone. She’s too wrapped up in the college boy sandwich to care
. “Why not! I could use a good tumble. I’ll follow you.” She brushed past him and waited for him to catch up.

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Landon opened the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of water. He’d been watching some old movies for the past few hours enjoying the silence in the house.

When he closed the fridge, he saw Raul, his commander leaning against the counter with his arms folded. He took a swig as he watched the man before him. Raul was nearly seven feet tall. His long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. He appeared to be Native American with dark skin and penetrating eyes, but in reality, the man was only half human. The other half was angel. He was a Nephilim, one of the original Riders who had survived. Landon knew of a handful of others, but most of them had been killed by angels ages ago because they took the power they were given and went insane thinking they were gods. Raul was the one who had recruited him to be a Rider in the first place. He doled out their assignments, but most of the time the information was basically downloaded into their thoughts and they were off. Storm riding wasn’t something which had an exact schedule. A storm could pop up at any time. When a tornado was involved, they were summoned.

“What are you doing here?”

“It’s nice to see you too. Can’t I come and check in on my Riders?” Raul’s deep voice echoed like distant thunder.

“You never make social calls.” Landon pulled out a chair and straddled it.

“I’m here about Wyatt.”

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His partner. Always pushing the boundaries and just narrowly avoiding trouble.
I
told him to be careful
. “What about him?”

“He’s getting sloppy. He almost lost control of a twister today because he was showing off. I think you’re aware of this.”

“I was taking care of my end of the storm, racing around it to get the rotation just right. Wyatt isn’t green. He knows what he’s doing. His showing off is nothing new. We both know that.”

Raul closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Landon sensed the change in the air.

He could see the static charge around his commander. It pulsated like controlled lightning while he kept a grip on his anger. Landon had never seen him this pissed before. When he opened his eyes, after he’d taken another breath, the air calmed a bit.

“I can only sweep his transgressions under so many rugs. You need to convince him to curb his grandstanding tendencies. I know he showed himself and that he turned the storm away from them.”

Landon gripped the edge of the chair. He slammed his water down on the table so hard it sloshed out onto the table top. “You can cover up for him, but you couldn’t help me out when I was disciplined. Why is that? Playing favorites? That’s bullshit.” Raul’s expression didn’t change. “This isn’t the same thing.” He stood up sending the chair sliding across the wood floor until it hit the wall.

“The hell it isn’t. He shows himself and doesn’t get punished. What the fuck is that about? I stick to protocol in all my years of being a Rider and when I step out of line once you don’t stick up for me.”

“Enough. You scooped up a child who was slated to die. I had to deal with Azrael, the Angel of Death. You don’t fuck with Universal Law. Once in a while if a human sees you it’s tolerated. Fucking around the way Wyatt is will get him castigated or worse.

You over stepped your bounds and her father was taken instead. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I pleaded your case, but it was out of my hands. You’re one of the best Riders I have. Do you think I wanted you reprimanded the way you were?” 29

“I never realized. I’m sorry. I’ll tell Wyatt to cut it out before you have to.” Landon was shocked to learn that he was responsible for changing the natural order of things.

He’d never known that. He thought by saving the girl he was doing the right thing. She had been so helpless and unaware of the storm coming at her, that her innocence had tugged at his heart. He wasn’t about to let her die. Whirlwind’s question came back to him. Would he do it again to save her? Yes. Over the years, she haunted him from time to time. He had often wondered what had become of the girl he’d saved.

Raul clapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. We all have to blow off steam and I know you’ve been waiting a long time to say that to me. How is everything else going?”

Landon met his superior’s eyes. “Fine. Couldn’t be better. I’m immortal, have a lot of free time, and a thriving business. Everything is peachy.”

“And yet I sense some unease brewing.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Good. Let’s keep it that way.” Raul headed for the door. Landon turned. His boss was no longer there. A gust of wind opened the door and then slammed it shut.

Once he was alone, he relaxed.
I have to have a serious talk with Wyatt when he gets
back here tonight. He can’t keep being so reckless. It’s almost like he wants to get caught. Oh,
God. I hope that’s not the case. Does he want the angels to enclose him in their wings and pierce
his flesh with their feathers? He doesn’t know how dangerous they truly are.
He shook remembering the lashes he’d received from the wings. Because he was immortal, he was a fast healer and his punishment lasted six months. The pain was intense he had begged to die, but they hadn’t let him.

He sensed Whirlwind was around. Something nudged his hand and he knew it was her. She was always close by if he needed her. “Tell Tempest about Raul showing up here and what he said. Warn him not to go along with any more of Wyatt’s stunts. If not both of them could be in trouble.”

She didn’t respond, but she heard him. Landon rubbed the back of his neck, cleaned up the spilled water, and then headed into his room. His rooms were the largest in the house. The master bathroom was big enough to hold three people with multiple 30

jets of water at different levels. A long sandstone bench ran across one wall of the shower. He flipped on the light and stripped off his clothes. His salt and pepper hair made him appear older than the thirty-five years he was frozen at. Years of working on his farm had sculpted his body into a muscled machine. He thought back to the years before he became a Rider. He’d been a real cowboy exploring the old west and causing trouble with the best of them. Jesse James, Wyatt Earp, and Buffalo Bill. He’d met Jesse when he lived in Missouri. He’d known the family when Jesse was young and Missouri was embroiled in the civil war. He’d met Wyatt at the poker tables in California in the early 1860’s. He’d known Buffalo Bill during the years he worked for Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. The past was alive in his bedroom with the memorabilia from his earlier days. Sometimes he wished he could go back. He’d had a lot of fun in the old days when the country was wild and still forming. Through it all, he’d never found the woman he’d want to share his life with. After so long, he had almost given up on finding love and decided that he would live a solitary existence spending an occasional night with a woman.

Shaking his head, he turned the water on and stepped under the hot streams hoping to forget about his fellow Rider and the little girl he had once saved.

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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 times 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.”