Mayan Lover (7 page)

Gwen bit her bottom, kiss-bruised lip and stood.
Arka thought she meant to walk away—a proposition he would
accept willingly. Instead she untied the strings of her top and it
fell to the inch of water beside him. He ached to lift the weight of
her breast in his hand. She leaned over and they swayed gently. Her
lips brushed his playfully, and when she stood again, the bottoms of
her suit were gone, leaving him at eye level with her femininity,
covered with soft white down and glistening with the moisture of her
arousal. Gracefully she lowered herself to lie beside him, her legs
spread slightly, revealing her answer. The pink petals of her
womanhood unfolded to hint at the treasure within. Her toes teased at
his chest. He felt an intense sense of honor to be chosen by her …
that she desired him.

“This is what I want,” Gwen answered
his question, her voice husky with pent-up passion. The night rain
scent of her arousal filled his lungs.

Using his arms to bear his weight suspended
above her, he found every reassurance possible reflected in her eyes
as his lips touched hers tenderly. Gwen pushed at his chest, stopping
him.

“I’m not fragile, Arka. I can feel
you holding back. Don’t.” To further her point she bit
his bottom lip and sucked it hard into her mouth, igniting his
passion to a level of inhibition he didn’t know existed.

He partially released his weight onto her
undulating body, taking her kiss with a roughness she responded to.
He explored her mouth fully with his tongue, leaving no part
undiscovered. Her peaked nipples drew him lower. Cupping the weight,
he tweaked one nipple while he suckled the other. Her cries of
pleasure resounded against the rock ledge, heightening his fervor. He
lavished the other nipple, her hands in his hair as she arched her
back for more, rewarding his gentle bite with a long mewl of ecstasy.
He returned to the first nipple to alternately gnaw and suckle. Gwen
writhed with pleasure. Her hair fanned out like a halo, framing her
expression of abandon.

Arka needed to taste every inch of her. Tracing
the under-curve of her breast with his tongue, his hand to the flat
of her belly lowered to the soft cap of fine curls. She lifted her
hips in invitation. She was so wet; wanton, his finger circled the
tiny bud of nerves, then dipped into her tight channel.

His mouth followed the trail of his fingers, and
Gwen bucked when his tongue slid through her folds. He gripped her
hips with his other hand, holding her to his mouth. Her tangy flavor
sent him to the brink. Without a doubt, he could orgasm simply from
this alone. His finger stroked inside her, delivering a fresh taste
of her with every stroke. The bundle of nerves grew and hardened as
her cries became more desperate, more demanding. He nibbled and
flicked at it, using her body’s effort to buck as a gauge. With
a long, drawn-out cry, she tensed and screamed “Arka.”
Her inner walls clamped down on his finger and pulsed. Her legs
shook. Arka had never seen anything more intensely erotic.

Lifting above her, he guided his tip to her
entrance. Gwen’s hands grasped his hips and lifted from below
plunging him to her core. She met his gaze. “Hard. Take me
hard.”

She met his solid strokes mid-way, growing
tighter inside with each withdrawal. Arka gritted his teeth against
the pleasure-pain of the silken, powerful contraction of her muscles.
Nothing had ever felt this wondrous. She fit him perfectly. Then she
cried out. Her head thrashed as her sheath erupted in spasm, unlike
anything he’d ever felt, pulsing, milking him, drawing his
manhood to her core greedily again and again. His toes curled and his
release shot through him, exploding like a fire-mountain as he
pounded his seed deep inside her. He collapsed into her soft curves,
unable to move or catch his breath, his body twitching with
aftershocks. It took everything he had to roll his weight off her,
taking her with him so she would blanket him.

“Please tell me this is not a dream,”
she said, panting.

Arka met her gaze. “This is very real.
We’ve never gone this far in dream, my beautiful goddess.”

She gasped with dawning realization. “You’re
real? My dreams are real?” He nodded. “Has it always been
you?”

He touched his forehead to hers, not sure how to
answer.
“You are my destiny,”
he thought.

Her eyes fluttered
closed and he heard her say,
“
Are you sure this isn’t
a dream
?”

“Did you say, “are you sure this
isn’t a dream”, out loud, or in my mind?” He lifted
her chin with his fingers.

She pinched her eyes closed.. “Did you
hear that?” He shook his head. She pressed her forehead back
against his.
“How about now?”

“I can hear you.”

She furled her brows.
“When you touched
your forehead to mine earlier, I heard you say something, but I
thought it was my imagination.”
She lifted and smiled. “But
I guess it wasn’t.”

“It’s unbelievable.” Arka was
stunned.

She nodded but didn’t seem nearly as awed
as he felt. “As unbelievable as dreaming of each other? As
unbelievable as talking the same way in our dreams even when we don’t
touch foreheads?”

As unbelievable as making love to the Goddess
of Moonlight?
He added, glad she no longer could hear his
thoughts.

“There is so much mysticism surrounding
your ancestors. I’ve often wondered if all the time ancient
shaman spent communing with the spirits was really just opened
neuro-pathways in their minds. Parapsychology was never my passion in
school. I did take one class to fill as an elective. There is a lot
about the human brain science doesn’t understand. Maybe you are
descended from a shaman—and genetically you have some penchant
for telepathy.” Was she trying to convince him it was normal…
or herself?

“There’s something else I need to
share with you.” If she could accept this, was she ready to
know her true heritage?

A loud whistle echoed through the falls. “Oh,
my God, that’s Maggie.” Gwen jumped up and quickly put
her bathing suit on while Arka watched mesmerized hardening at the
sight of her. She looked at his rising erection and giggled. “Come
on, lover. She’s not very patient.”

Arka collected Gwen’s bottles bobbing
abandoned in the pool and followed her path to shore at a slower
pace. A heavier dark skinned girl with a young, almost childlike face
and chin-length black hair stood next to Enrique. Gwen hugged her.
“You’re all wet.” The girl laughed returning the
hug. Arka started out of the water and the girl’s eyes traveled
his body. “Oh, mymymymy …” He realized she was
older than she first appeared.

Gwen looked over her shoulder. “He’s
mine.” Arka felt his knees go weak.
I’m hers.
She
didn’t yet know she was a goddess. Or that being claimed by a
goddess could bind him to her for all time.

He again dropped to one knee and bowed to her.
“I am yours, Goddess.” He completed the bond she
unwittingly started.

“Now, that’s what I’m talking
about,” Maggie exclaimed. “I want a guy to bow at my feet
and call me goddess. Think we can clone him?”

Enrique cleared his throat and Arka looked up
into his nephew’s incredulous expression. His gaze shifted to
the amused expressions on Gwen and Maggie’s faces. The women
had no idea what he’d just done … but Enrique did. “You
should dress, uncle.”

Arka rose to his unsteady legs. Maggie extended
her hand. “You must be Arka.” He shook it. She leaned in
and whispered. “And you better keep worshiping the ground she
walks on or I will remove that stick of beef you’re sporting
personally … got it?”

“Maggie!” Gwen’s mouth gapped
open. Maggie turned and led Gwen away with her arm over her shoulder.
“I can’t believe you just said that.” Gwen’s
voice trailed off as the two disappeared into the trees.

“Enrique, did she just threaten to …”

“Cut your dick off? Yep.” Enrique
nodded. “Of course they don’t realize you just did that
yourself
when you knelt and declared her ownership of you. Are
you out of your mind making yourself impotent to any other woman?
What if she’s called to the heavens tomorrow?”

Arka pulled on his shorts. “It doesn’t
matter. I love her. I’ve always loved her and I always will
love her. There will never be another whether she’s called to
heaven or not. Thought I couldn’t bear it if I lost her now.”

“Where are we going?” Gwen dug
through her clothes for something clean.

Maggie tapped her fingers at the table. “To
civilization. I want one night of fun before I spend the rest of the
weekend digging in the dirt.”

“It’s not like I brought party
clothes.” Gwen fished out a pair of denim short-shorts and a
light blue t-shirt that read “archaeologists do it in the
dirt.” “Will this work?”

Maggie snorted a laugh. “Perfect.”
She stood up. “How do I look?” The frilled, tie-dye skirt
and green lacy-topped tank looked adorable. Gwen would look like a
redneck hillbilly next to her.

“You know you look great, Mags.”

She lifted her shoulders with false demure.
“Good. I think Enrique’s hot.” Gwen grinned. If she
had never seen Arka, she’d think Enrique were pretty hot too.

Enrique and Arka emerged from their tent. Arka
wore faded denim knee-length shorts and a dark-gray T-shirt that
showed every muscle. Gwen realized this was the first time she’d
seen him with a shirt on … or in shoes. His leather sandals
looked brand new.

Enrique let out a wolf whistle. “I need to
carry a weapon with you two in public.”

“Aren’t you a sweet-talker?”
Maggie tossed the keys to Arka. He caught them and handed them to
Enrique.

Enrique jingled them. “Guess I’m
designated driver.”

Arka took her hand, reminiscent of her dreams.
Dreams she now knew he had shared with her. He gave her that quirked
smile and led her to the back door of the hummer Maggie had rented.
“I like your hair down.” He whispered against her neck,
sending shivers through her.

“Thanks. Maggie did it.” She didn’t
mention it took forever and a trough of spray conditioner for Maggie
to get a brush through it and French braid it across the top of her
head. Then a half-bottle of gel to get her curls un-frizzed enough to
hang free in soft ringlets.

The bright lights of Belize filled her with
excitement; she couldn’t remember the last time she went out
without the need to look over her shoulder constantly. Maggie
directed them till they came to a stop across from a bar. “Why
are we going here?” Enrique asked with suspicion in his voice.

“It’s karaoke night. The guy at the
rental place told me about it.” Maggie looked over the seat at
Gwen. “You may not know it, Arka, but Gwen has the voice of an
angel. We just need to get a few drinks in her.”

Gwen groaned. Leave it the Maggie to throw her
under the proverbial bus. “I’m not singing.”

Maggie got out of the car. “You always say
that. Git ya ass out da car, sista.” She closed the door,
giving them no choice but to follow her. Of course she found the only
empty table … and of course it sat next to the stage.

“What did you do, make reservations?”
Gwen had to laugh.

Maggie shrugged. “Hells yeah. And believe
me, they didn’t come cheap.”

More than half the patrons were American. “Three
double shots of tequila and a coke for our designated driver,”
Maggie ordered for all of them.

Arka turned Gwen’s chin with his fingers
and touched his forehead to hers.
“What’s tequila?”

Okay. Tonight had just become a lot more
interesting.
“You might know it as fire water.”
He
shook his head.
“Well, then I guess you’ll just have
to drink it and find out.”
She broke the connection before
he could ask more questions.

The drinks were delivered and Maggie immediately
ordered another round. Gwen lifted the back of Arka’s hand to
her mouth, loving the intensity of passion in his eyes as she slowly
licked the webbing between his thumb and first finger. Holding his
gaze, she sprinkled salt on the spot and repeated the process on her
hand. She handed him a wedge of lime, taking one for herself, and
lifted her glass. Maggie’s tequila and Enrique’s coke
touched to hers, and they all looked at Arka expectantly. He followed
suit and raised his.

“To Gwen. She not only survived …
she conquered,” Mattie said, bringing tears to Gwen’s
eyes. Arka lifted a brow but didn’t ask any questions …
yet. Maggie’s sentiment meant too much for Gwen to be angry
with her friend.

Gwen added, “To lost treasure.”

Enrique said, “To beautiful women.”
He wiggled his brows at Maggie.

Arka didn’t hesitate. “To a treasure
found.” His gaze held hers. Gwen knew she was falling in love
with him. Why didn’t that thought scare the hell out of her?

“Lick.” Maggie demonstrated for
Arka. “Drink.” She threw the double shot back. “Suck.”
She bit into the lime.

He watched Gwen closely as she followed the same
process Maggie did. He lifted the back of his hand to his tongue,
followed by the drink, only Arka slammed the empty glass hard on the
table as the lime went into his mouth. Gwen thought he was going to
have a heart attack. He shook his head and growled as his palm
slapped the table. Maggie and Enrique were laughing so hard Gwen
found herself laughing too.

“Fire-water.” His voice hissed from
between his clenched teeth. “I understand.”

Three more drinks were set in front of them.
Maggie held out the salt to Arka. “You man enough for more, or
you want to puss out and be the designated driver so I can get
Enrique shit-faced and take advantage of him?”

She heard Enrique whisper to Maggie, “I’ll
buy a bottle to go.” Good thing Arka never slept in his tent.
Tonight maybe he’d sleep inside the trailer instead of on the
ground outside her door.