Accidentally in Love With a God (2012) (28 page)

I took a deep breath to gather my thoughts. “Us. That’s what. You know what kills me most? It’s not that you’re not man enough to actually do any of those things you advertised—because you’re not a man—or how you made me feel about my lack of experience, but that you’re not tough enough to tell me the truth. You’re a coward and a bully.”

“I am not—”

“Oh, come on! For once, come clean, Guy. Stop pretending and say the truth. You have weaknesses like the rest of us.”

“You’re right. About everything. I have weaknesses.” Then he bent his head and pressed his full, angry lips firmly against mine.

Gods. They felt so good. So effing-damned good.

Before I had a chance to even think of what to say, his hot tongue parted my lips, and I found myself accepting it indulgently. His thick waves of soft hair fell like a curtain around our faces.

Okay. Annny minute now. That little scorching sensation was going to kick in… and…

His demanding tongue began making rhythmic, forceful strokes against mine—a seductive display of what the rest of his body craved from my flesh. He gripped my chin with his powerful hand and thrust his thumb against my bottom lip, widening my mouth, demanding I take more of him. It was as if he was desperate to be inside me, and I found myself equally as desperate to oblige.

His sweet, hot breath heaved between my lips. I inhaled his scent, relishing the sensation of Guy’s scent filling my lungs, his weight on top of me. His smell was intoxicating.
Yes. Man-crack.

His large, strong hand slipped from my mouth and raked down the length of my neck and chest, then forcefully tugged my shirt up in a crude gesture of entitlement, exposing my bare breasts.

His primal gaze studied my face for one intense moment before his eyes traveled down to my breasts like they were something he’d just hunted and claimed for himself. A prize.

“Mmmm,” he said and then dipped his head. His silky black hair fanned over my shoulder as he began working his warm, wet mouth over my nipple, treating my breast like an ice cream cone about to melt on a hot summer day. Whatever energy pulsed through him now charged though my sensitive flesh, but there was no searing pain like before. This was all euphoric, mind-blowing tingles, irresistible to my poor sex-deprived body. The flow of blood rushed between my legs, readying me to take him. I bit my lower lip with the stark pleasure of it and burrowed my fingers deep in his hair while he eagerly sucked.

I’ll stop him. Or, I’ll stop…in a minute, maybe ten.
His tongue started dancing in little circles over the hardened tip of my breast.

Let the poor guy have more ice cream. It’s sooo hot out,
my lust-driven voice argued.

No, Emma. Bad,
my rational-mind warned. At least for once, the combative voices in my head were my own. Refreshing.

As I was about to tell him to stop, he nudged my legs apart with his knees and ground himself against me with one long, scrumptious stroke, sending a shockwave of erotic tingles through my most intimate parts. I let out a moan and dug my fingers into his shoulders, almost plummeting off the orgasm-cliff right then and there.

My moan sent him off a cliff of his own, the self-control cliff. His body trembled as he pushed his thick, hard shaft hungrily, rhythmically between my legs. His heavy breathing turned into primal panting. And that grinding, that delicious ache, the pulsing of my soft flesh begging for him, all created a divine pressure building deep inside. The electricity rushing through our bodies.

It was like being sent to another world.
My new heaven.
And we weren’t even having sex?

Pull that foot back, Emma. You’re not cliff diving with this man. Back away from the orgasm-cliff, Emma. Do you hear me?
said my rational-voice. But it was quickly losing the debate.

He bathed my breasts with the steam of his breath for a moment longer, and then his slick, hedonistic lips worked their way to my collarbone, his tongue sliding and massaging in tune with his pumping hips. He found that sensitive hollow at the base of my neck, making my entire body undulate as he savored and sucked. All the while, the grinding between my legs and palming of my breasts continued relentlessly.

Cliff! Cliff! Cliff!
my naughty-voice chanted.

But it wasn’t…he wasn’t…we weren’t…supposed to…
Oh gods, I couldn’t think. And his smell...I was drunk with it. “But how, Guy?” I finally managed to whisper. “How? You…”

“I don’t know, and I don’t care,” he panted against my neck. “I’ve waited seventy-thousand years, Emma. Seventy-thousand, lonely fucking years for you.”

The words floated into my ears, sticking like a sacred commandment I couldn’t ignore.
Yes,
I thought,
for you. I…am…for…you.
My mind drifted to those shimmering turquoise eyes, that enormous male frame blanketing my body, those warm, sweaty, diamond-cut muscles, his primal grinding against my wet entrance through my sweatpants. My hips urging him on and on.

Okay, okay. But did you see the size of that man’s gear? And that was when it was taking a nap.

He returned his full lips to mine and kissed me with such hunger that our teeth scraped. So delicious.

Penises don’t nap! And his was born to keep you awake. Allll. Night. Long. Stop making excuses. Jump. Jump!

Put it this way, you’ve never been anywhere near a cliff and you’re going to take on Kalaupapa?
It was the world’s highest cliff, in Hawaii. I’d done a report on it once.

He shifted his weight to my side, and I felt his powerful hand plowing down the length of my torso, working its way to my waistband. He began tugging at my sweats. Down, down, down. All the way down. Leaving me with just my t-shirt pulled up to my neck and my panties.

He looked me over with those wild, lust-filled eyes, “Ooh, the infamous pink thong. I’ve dreamed of seeing you in those.” His eyes shifted to meet mine. “But I’ve been tortured with visions of you without of them.”

Okay. Compromise
, said rational-voice.
You get on top, check things out and then decide.

Deal,
said naughty-voice. I shifted my weight and rolled him onto his back. He didn’t resist, in fact, he smiled.

I straddled him and caught a glimpse of his heaving chest. He looked uninhibited and hungry. His eyes were changing to a dark emerald green with swirls of sky blue.

He sat up, pressing his bare chest to mime. He cupped my ass and pulled me into his thick erection between my legs.

“Oooh,” I involuntarily groaned. I could feel myself slipping toward the point of no return quickly.

You’re not ready for this, Emma. You can’t handle a man like him.

We had a deal! Check out the gear, then decide,
argued naughty voice.

Now or never. I slipped my hand between us and gripped his erection through the silky black fabric of his boxers. His body instantly jerked with pleasure as I pushed his cock against my wet panties. My fingers didn’t come close to wrapping around that girth. He was enormous. He was also beyond sexy and just the thought of trying to slide him inside me started to send me over the edge. So much man. So thick. So ready. So…
mine.
I slid myself up and down its length, squeezing and massaging his cock. The fact I was a virgin, no longer registered. I wanted. I needed. I wasn’t leaving his bed until I had him inside me.

He suddenly grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and began pulling it off. The necklace I still wore caught in my hair. He gave a quick tug and the chain broke free. The amulet tumbled to the floor. A searing pain shot through me, and I shoved back from him, writhing in pain, screaming.

“Emma!”

I curled into a tight ball as the scorching fire jolted every muscle in my body, making me shiver with excruciating convulsions.

Two panicked guards burst through the front door, Xavier following behind them. “Oh, heavens. We were outside waiting to talk to you and heard screaming—”

Guy’s angry words almost blew out my eardrums when he ordered them to leave.

I rolled over, burrowing my head under several pillows.

As the pain dissipated, humiliation took its place. What had I just done? Correction. Almost done?

I heard Xavier and the two men scramble from the room. Guy muttered something unintelligible at the ceiling, then said, “Emma, I…” I peaked at him from under a pillow. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, covering his face with his hands. “Why? Why did you do that?” he said.

I flipped over, gripping the sheets, and sat up. “Well—I—Christ, Guy. I didn’t mean for that to happen. One minute I was just giving you a taste of your own medicine, and then you were—were giving
it
to me.”

“But you knew, Emma, we’re not compatible. I could have killed you. What were you thinking?”

He was blaming me and acting like he’d had zero participation? “Screw you.”

Okay. Not so classy. Or civilized. But come on. I almost gave the man—or deity, whatever—my virginity in a heat of passion, and he was talking to me like a child who’d colored over an original Da Vinci with a Sharpie.

“Yes. I know that’s what you were about to do, but how?” he asked.

Smug jerk. I began to cry and pulled a pillow to my face, flopping down on to the bed. “I don’t know. I don’t.”

“Shhh. Okay.” He stoked the back of my head. “I’m sorry. We’ll figure this out. It’ll be okay. Just please don’t cry. I hate it when you cry.”

I nodded, but didn’t bother lifting my head.

“Stay right there. I’ll be back,” he said.

I heard him get out of the bed, slip on his pants, and pad to the door.

There was a rumbling of raised voices outside, and then the door opened.

“Emma? Get decent. You need to hear this.”

Chapter THIRTY-ONE

Guy let Xavier back in. But not before flashing an apologetic glance over his shoulder. Was the news going to be
that
bad? He eyes said “yes.”

After providing a ten-minute apology for barging in and interrupting what had almost been a moment I’d remember for the rest of my life, Xavier told us about Friar Bernardino de Sahagún who’d dedicated his life to recording and documenting the history and folklore of Mesoamerica as the Spaniards took over most of Latin America.

Now, don’t get me wrong. Xavier had a calling, which I respected to the n’th degree. But what it had to do with my almost-act of carnal lust with a god well, I didn’t get the point. Until, that is, he explained how the friar recorded a small group of Mayan descendants near the border of Belize who discovered a mine filled with black jade.

Apparently, the jade was believed to have certain mystical properties, one being it was absorbent. Not like a Bounty paper towel. This stone absorbed dark energy, emotional energy, and yes, you guessed it. God-energy.

As soon as the words left Xavier’s mouth, I knew. I looked down at the necklace on the floor with horror as if it were a cootie-infested lollipop.

“That’s how it was done,” Xavier exclaimed. “He made them wear a necklace similar to Emma’s, blunting his energy so he could sleep with these women. They probably wore it through their pregnancies, as well.”

There were several minutes of frantic debate between the two as the dots began connecting.

I stared down at the seemingly harmless piece of jewelry. Could a rock really do all that? Then I remembered that while I had it on, I wasn’t able to make a significant dent in Tommaso when I punched his stomach. But later that same day, after it had fallen off, I’d socked Cimil across the room. It had muted my strength, too.

Then there was the gray soot that covered the Scab’s bodies; Xavier explained that they were using this material as a shield, which is why they were so difficult for the gods to track.

“So, you think the jars are made of this?” Guy asked Xavier.

“It fits. The jars absorb energy. Then, when it’s somehow released—”

My eyes nearly popped out of my head. “Did you say ‘jars?’”

Xavier and Guy’s eyes froze on me.

“Yes. Why?” Guy asked.

“I saw a jar, that’s why. There was one floating in that pool you were trapped in, and I flung it at that stupid cat.”

“But I thought you released me by reciting the phrase I taught you.”

“I never got that far. I was a little distracted by that overgrown kitty—hey, you don’t talk to animals by any chance?”

“Emma! It was the jar. Why didn’t you tell me about it?” Guy yelled.

“I thought it was garbage somebody dumped there,” I answered defensively.

Guy hesitated. “It’s a weapon.”

“That little thing?” I stared at the offending, lifeless rock on the floor.