Flukes (18 page)

He pulled away from my mouth to kiss my neck and I moaned in pleasure. Never before had I wanted something as much as I wanted Blake. When he came back to kiss me, I was overwhelmed with the need to mark him, to make him mine. I nipped his bottom lip gently. Mine. He was mine. He chuckled and it made his body vibrate against mine.

“I’m not going anywhere.” His voice was throaty as he kissed down my neck again.

“Hmm?” He’d said something, but I didn’t understand. My brain was focused on other things.

“I’m yours, you’ve already marked me.” He switched sides, trailing hot kisses up my neck until he nipped at the bottom of my ear. His hand was under my shirt now, my bathing-suit top pushed up so that he could touch my bare skin. As his thumb rolled over my sensitive flesh, I squirmed in pleasure.

Until his words registered in my head. I froze in shock. “You felt that?”

“Mmhmm.” His left hand grabbed mine, pressing it into the couch by my head, his fingers spreading through mine. He looked at me in confusion, his eyes half-lidded with desire. “What’s wrong?”

“You felt what I felt?” My heartbeat had accelerated for a completely different reason. I turned my head to look at our joined hands. “You said I’d already marked you.”

“I did?” He looked at our hands and his eyes widened. “I did. You did.”

I scooted out from underneath him so that I could sit up and he watched as I readjusted my shirt, his eyes losing some of their glow. He held his hand up and looked at the white lines that seemed more defined along his wrist. Taking my hand, he moved them so that we were gripping each other’s wrists. The white lines that formed the pattern seemed to swirl around my wrist and then travel over his.

“Oh my God.” The words fell out of my mouth in shock. “What does this mean?”

“Have you been with anyone else?” Blake’s eyes searched my face, looking for the answer.

“You mean, have I slept with anyone? No. How was I supposed to do that with this massive secret?” I shook my head.

“Have you ever been attracted to anyone?”

“You’re not the only cute guy in the world, Blake.” I rolled my eyes. “You think it’s caused by attraction? Max kissed me before he went to college and nothing like this happened. What are you getting at?”

He narrowed his eyes for a minute and I thought I saw a flash of jealousy, which amused me. “Then it has to have something to do with just me.” He looked at me and I was knocked off guard by the flash of triumph. “This isn’t something that’s happened because we’ve kissed or are interested in each other. This is happening because it’s us. The two of us.” He lifted our joined hands.

“Mireille said something that seemed weird the other night,” I said. “That I had found him.”

“Everything that Mireille said was weird that night.” He smiled, but it didn’t last long. His face took on an awed expression. “But, she said you had found me. Like it was a search to find someone in particular. And I could feel you, what you were thinking.”

I stood up and started pacing. I pushed the hair that escaped my braid out of my face and tried to figure out just what this meant. What it might mean for me. For Blake. I wanted this to be a good thing. Part of me wanted to leap for joy at the thought of keeping him, but I was terrified that he would regret it all. I didn’t want us to end up like his parents. He was sitting in the dark on our couch and watching me like there was nothing wrong.

“Why are you so upset?” Blake’s voice was calm and even.

“Don’t you get it?” I stopped and looked at him. “I feel like I trapped you!”

“You didn’t trap me.” He stood up and walked toward me. “I want to be with you.”

“But what if this is permanent? What if there are side effects?” I shook my head. “You might decide you hate me!”

“I don’t hate you.” Blake was looking at me like he thought I was losing it, and he was right. “I can’t hate you.”

“Blake, you could be stuck with me and you’re acting like it’s no big deal!” I put my hands on my hips and stared at him.

“Are you upset about that?” The amused light in his eyes dampened. “That you might be stuck with me?”

“No! You’re perfect. Everything I could want. I’m the freak, don’t you get it?” A sound came from my parent’s room and I lowered my voice. “What if we have children one day and they come out like Devin?”

“I don’t think this would have happened if we couldn’t have kids.” He rubbed the back of his neck and frowned. “Not that I’m ready to have kids anytime soon.”

“He said that his mother was a mermaid.” I sat back down on the couch, sadness gripping me. “I wanted to have kids one day. A big family.” I’d never told anyone that before. It had seemed impossible that I would ever find someone I could be my true self with.

“Meena, let’s think about this, okay?” He sat on the couch and grabbed my hand. “This must happen for a reason, right? If you think about it like a scientist, it may be your body’s way of showing that we’re good for each other.”

“Mom and Dad are scientists. They’ve done tests and still can’t explain everything about me.” I was pretty sure there were tests that they could have run, but didn’t, because they didn’t want to hurt me or treat me like an experiment.

“Okay, say it’s something… otherworldly. I doubt it would happen unless it was a good thing for you.”

“I just don’t know.” I shook my head. “I’m so confused.” Part of me wanted to throw him back on the couch and finish what we had started, but another part of me was worried that it would be bad for us.

“Then we find Jacen and Mireille.” Blake ducked his head so he could see my eyes. “We’ll look for them.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. We’ll go back to Sugar’s. Go back to where you saw them swimming.” He shrugged.

“Okay.” I took a deep breath. “We try to find them, but where does that leave us?”

“I’d like it if it left us back on the couch with you under me.” His eyes darkened for a minute and I licked my lips. I’d like that too, but I didn’t think it was a good idea.

“Want to go for a swim?” We needed to do something other than lay on the couch in the dark.

“I hope you mean skinny-dipping.”

I rolled my eyes. “C’mon. I’ll show you where I go.” I stood up and tugged on his hand.

“Um, I’m a pretty good swimmer, but I doubt I’d be able to keep up with you.” He stood up and looked down into my eyes.

“Well, you’ll just have to try harder.” We left the house quietly and headed for my beach. The moon was out just enough for us the see the water and the trees along the beach.

Chapter Seventeen

- Meena -

We walked for a while and I let the sound of the waves soothe my heart. I could always count on the beach to calm me. I looked over at Blake and smiled when I realized he was watching me. I ducked my head and he pulled my hand up to his mouth and pressed a soft kiss to my palm. We moved along the edge of the water, letting it lap at our feet. He didn’t say anything, letting me work through my thoughts.

I remembered the words he’d whispered against my mouth while we kissed and felt my stomach jump. I wanted Blake. I was tired of not getting what I wanted. What if Blake decided he wouldn’t wait for me? When I looked back at this summer, I didn’t want to regret not making love to him. I stopped walking and looked up at him. I’d come out here to swim, but maybe…

“You look nervous.” His eyes twinkled in the starlight. “Are you okay?”

I reached over and grabbed a handful of his shirt, pulling his head down to mine. His mouth was heaven: warm and soft. There was no hesitation for him, no nerves. His hands slid around my waist and pulled me against his smooth chest. One of his hands slid up to cup the back of my head and his other hand slid down to play with the waist of my shorts.

When he moved to kiss down my neck, I pulled the edge of his shirt up. He leaned back, letting go of me so that I could pull it over his head. His eyes were dark as he watched me. As soon as I dropped his shirt to the sand, his hands pulled at the bottom of my shirt, lifting it slowly over my head like he was opening a present. He threw my shirt on top of his and then reached around me to tug the strings of my bikini top. I swallowed when I felt it fall loose around my ribs. Taking a deep breath, I reached up and undid the tie around my neck.

I tossed it on the top of the pile of clothes as his hands slid around my waist, resting on my hips. Gently, he pulled me to him and I shivered when my bare skin pressed to his. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I opened my mouth in invitation. When his tongue brushed against mine, I moaned in pleasure. It was a long, slow kiss that left me breathless and my mind spinning. His hands moved up from my waist and around to my breasts. He traced my nipples with his thumbs, teasing them until they were tight.

He pulled away from my mouth and trailed kisses over my jaw, lingering over the pulse points under my ears. I ran my hands up into his hair and tilted my head back, letting him kiss all the way down my throat. When his mouth slid over my breast, I gasped and closed my eyes in pleasure. His tongue teased my nipple before sucking it into his mouth. My knees felt weak, but he slid his arm around my waist, pressing me against him.

Feeling the hard length of him tucked in the hollow of my hip made me feel light-headed. Reaching between us, I traced him with my fingertips and he growled deep in his throat. With a soft breath he stepped back and looked down into my eyes before hooking his fingers in the edge of my shorts. Slowly he pushed them down until they fell to the sand. His eyes ran over me hungrily.

“God, you’re gorgeous.” The words rumbled out of his mouth. I felt beautiful with his eyes on me.

I moved toward him and reached for the drawstring of his shorts. He watched me with half-lidded eyes while a light breeze blew in from the water and ruffled his hair. Slowly I undid the knot of his shorts and slipped my fingers under the waistband. I looked up into his eyes as I pulled them down, carefully working them over the swollen length of him and the tight muscles of his butt.

He pulled me down, his eyes on mine as he ran his hands over my skin. He kissed me, slowly moving so that I lay back in the wet sand. Using his knee, he spread my legs and moved to the side. His fingers ran over my belly before testing between my thighs. It was strange and wonderful all at the same time. His fingers teased me until I was moaning. Gently, he pressed inside of me and I gasped. His long fingers moved in a leisurely rhythm that my body seemed to understand.

His lips moved from my mouth and down to my breast, deliberately torturing me with pleasure. When my hips began to move against his hand, he slowed, dragging it out.

“More, Blake.” I pulled his face back to mine and ran kisses down his cheek. “More.”

“Are you sure?” His eyes stared into mine, looking for the truth.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

He rolled away for just a second and came back with his swim trunks. He pulled a condom out of his shorts pocket and I kissed him while he put it on. I didn’t know if I should be amused that he carried a condom around, worried, or relieved. I decided to just be glad; it was one less concern.

He shifted his weight, sliding between my legs, and I arched my back, lifting my hips from the sand. One of his hands pulled my arm above my head, twining our fingers together, while the other moved down to my hip. His lips found mine, kissing me as he slowly guided his body into mine. I couldn’t help gasping once he was all the way in and he stilled.

“Give it a minute,” he whispered. The water lapped around us as only our mouths moved in a long, scorching kiss.

After what felt like an eternity, he moved softly, rocking against me. He moaned deep in his throat and I closed my eyes in pleasure. I moved my hips, learning the rhythm, meeting each of his slow thrusts with my own. When he began to move faster against me, I gladly joined him. As I neared the peak, my breath was coming in short pants and I trailed my free hand up and down his back. There was a stinging sensation along my wrist, but it was nothing compared to what Blake was doing to my heart.

With a sharp burst of pleasure, I dug my fingernails into his shoulder and groaned into his mouth. With two more fast thrusts, he joined me, panting against my shoulder. He moved his hand away from my waist to support his weight. His mouth moved back to mine, kissing me slowly, gently. When he finally pulled back to look at me, there was a content smile on his face that warmed my soul.

He turned to the side, and I followed his gaze to our joined hands. The white lines were bright and vibrant. There was no missing them now. They reminded me of gentle waves that tied us together. Blake looked back at me and his smile grew. Leaning on his elbow, he carefully brushed some of the hair away from my face.

“I guess there’s no denying the lines now.” His voice rumbled in his chest, which caused interesting sensations since we were still connected.

“Might be hard to explain.” I frowned when he laughed. He leaned down and kissed me once before placing a little kiss on my nose. We looked at them for a while, seeing how they matched. The lines were so fine it almost looked like there was a piece of white lace wrapped around our wrists.