Accidentally in Love With a God (2012) (40 page)

My mind pulsed and ached with the love he held for me, and in that moment, I knew everything about him, every corner of his mind. Finally, there were no more secrets between us.

I blinked and felt my mind settling back into my body and the intense pleasure of Guy slipping in and out. With each stroke of his shaft, he groaned, and I felt a crippling euphoric release. And with each release, I clung to him and begged for more.

He obliged, eagerly filling me again and again, launching my body into a never-ending spiral of orgasms. His body continued pumping against mine, the ropes of his muscles—arms, chest, shoulders, and neck—working beneath his glowing golden skin, while he bore down on me with his fiery turquoise gaze.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, that I’d simply pass out from intense pleasure, he climaxed. The plane shook violently as he convulsed inside me and collapsed.

We lay there panting, still joined, the sweat-slicked skin of our bodies pressed tightly together. Even if I could have moved, I didn’t want to. Being so close to him made me feel so whole, so at peace, so full of love.

My new heaven.

“Wow. Thank you. And thank you for this new, sturdy body.” I said, finally catching my breath. “That was—that was..
.really
worth the wait.”

“Yes,” he said with an airy breath. “Thank the gods we’ll be getting an eternity together, because I’ll never get enough of
that.
”

Ditto. I mean—not only did the man curl my toes, but he made the sky shake.

“Emma, I know that was a little fast, but you are so amazing and delicious, I couldn’t help myself. I promise, I will take my time for the next round,” Guy said.

Holy guacamole. He actually thought he’d short-changed me? “Are you kidding? It was the best ten minutes of my life.”

Even though the weight of his enormous frame didn’t bother me—again, thank you, new body—he shifted to my side and pulled me tightly into him. “Ten minutes?” he questioned.

I looked at his sweat covered brow. Gods, he looked so adorable lying there with an after-sex-glow.

The pilot suddenly announced our eminent arrival to JFK over the intercom.

“How about five hours,” Guy said with smug, male pride.

“Five hours?”

He nodded, gloating.

“I hope you’re absolutely certain I’m immortal. Because if that was your version of a quickie, I think my heart would give out with the extended version.”

He smiled and then was silent for several moments before blurting out, “After the wedding, would you wear the ring for a full nine months? I’m not sure it will work now that you’ve been changed, but I like the idea of having children.”

I held up my left hand and noticed two rings. On my ring finger, there was an offensively colossal, princess-cut solitaire. On my pinky, a small silver ring with a black jade stone.

I gasped with horror. “Why am I wearing this?”

“Despite your Payal blood and immortality, your body is and always will be anchored in the physical world, Emma, because your light is bonded to tangible mass. Mine is not. I fear our bodies remain incompatible without the jade.”

I was about to yank it off and throw it at him, but then my brain caught up with me. “Wait, Children? Wait! Wedding?”

Chapter FORTY-TWO

Three weeks later. Barolo, Italy.

“Emma, I don’t think this color shirt goes with the tie!” Tommaso called out from the great room as I arranged the double chocolate chip, praline cookies on the silver tray in the kitchen. Guy insisted that his delectable creations were to be served as appetizers, rather than dessert.

“Tommy, what man in his right mind thinks pink doesn’t go with black?” I covered my mouth, smothering my laughter. Guy flashed me a disapproving glance and pulled a second batch from the oven.

“Okay,” I whispered to Guy, “so pink is tacky. But my girls love the metro look.” Anne, Nick, and Jess were coming along with my parents, eager to meet my new “man” and his brother, Tommy. I had made Guy take an oath that he would give the girls a chance; he still couldn’t understand that it was normal for women of this day and age to date extensively before settling down. I guess he was still a bit old fashion; after all, he’d waited seventy-thousand years to “cut the ribbon.”

“Emma, stop doting over Tommaso,” Guy growled. “He’s a grown man and doesn’t need your help.”

“Wanna bet?” Tommaso’s life now depended on me. After my mind-altering sex with Guy at thirty-thousand feet, we arrived in New York, thinking I could start putting the pieces of my life—our life—back together. A life that would most definitely include a long, secluded vacation with Guy at his newly renovated Italian villa.

No such luck.

After a very emotional reunion with my parents, which included telling them that I’d been kidnapped by drug dealers, held for a few days, and then rescued by a group of international, clandestine mercenaries who’d been tracking the rogue criminals for months, I introduced my parents to the new love of my life: Guy, one of the mercenaries. He
so
looked the part.

My mom nearly fainted when she saw him, and my dad was utterly speechless. No one even seemed to notice my eyes were a little different—I had on contacts to cover up the turquoise—because they couldn’t take their eyes off Guy. Neither could I, actually. Somehow he’d become even more devastatingly handsome. I guess being in love suited the God of Death and War. But the joy of our family reunion in New York was short lived.

“Emma, we have to return to Rome,” Guy announced as I was sorting through my drawers, deciding what I’d send ahead to Italy.

“But we just got here!” I whined.

“I know, my love, but Gabrán just called. The Uchben Council will try Tommaso tomorrow. I’m told they will vote against him, and he’ll be given an immortal execution—beheaded.”

“What? They can’t do that!” I said.

“My sweet,” he explained. “Tommaso’s grounds for innocence are undocumented. The Council can only rule according to our laws, and the laws require evidence. There is no hard proof that the jade made him betray us.”

“But this is different. They have to see that,” I argued.

Guy kissed the top of my head and hugged me tightly. “Someone must be willing to stand up for him and appeal for more time to establish the facts. I am not allowed to interfere in such a way; it will be seen as an abuse of my power; you must vouch for him.”

So, that was that.

Guy and I went to Rome. I argued on Tommaso’s behalf and took an oath to watch over him for thirty days while Dr. Lugas and his team observed his behavior and ran tests on his blood. If they found evidence, he’d be released to my oversight for a year—a sort of Uchben parole—and then set free.

It broke my heart when the Council blacklisted Tommaso from being an Uchben ever again. No one truly seemed to blame him for his wrong doings, but no one trusted him, either. The lingering affects of the jade were unknown, and in their minds…once a traitor, always a traitor.

As for Tommaso and I, well, what can I say? When he and I saw each other for the first time after the battle, it was hard for both of us. My mind still saw the man I cared about who later tried to end my life. Even though he couldn’t remember what he’d done while under the influence of the jade, he’d heard every gory detail during his trial. He couldn’t look at me without feeling pain either.

I assured him that I’d get over it, but I could see the torment in his eyes; he’d hurt so many people. He’d lost everything he loved for a second time in his life. If it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure he found happiness, and I had to believe I could help him pull his life back together.

That's why I asked Guy to publicly decree Tommaso as his brother—a god thing I'd learned about from Xavier. Guy pouted for two whole days, but as a gesture of his trust, agreed. Tommaso wasn't happy about my plotting, either. Guy was apparently a very bossy brother.

One tiny consolation to this mess—not that Tommaso cared—but he was even hotter now that he’d gained a new pair of turquoise eyes just like mine. Sure, he was no God of Death and War, but nobody’s perfect.

So tonight, Nick, Anne, and Jess were not only coming with my parents to meet my new “man,” soon to be husband, but they were also coming to meet my brother-in-law to be, Tommy. Who knew, maybe he’d hit it off with one of them. If anything, he might have some fun. They were really good at that.

While I finished arranging the trays in the kitchen, Guy slid behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. My knees buckled in response and for the fiftieth time that day as I fought my urge to rip off his clothes, and mine, then throw him on the floor and, well...you know, make the sky shake. Sadly, we had guests, and considering how noisy Guy got, we would have to behave.

“I can’t wait until we’re alone again,” I said.

“I’ve already arranged to have Cimil watch over Tommaso after your family leaves.”

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“I have another villa in Greece.”

Greece? What other secret getaways did Guy own? I’d have to shuffle through Guy’s memories later. There was a lot there, and I’d decided I didn’t really want to remember them all. I knew his heart, and that was enough.

“Not even my brothers and sisters can bother us there,” he added. “Not that they’d have time.”

The gods—who were not really blood relatives, by the way, because that would make Guy my great-great uncle, and that would be gross—were busy locating the other three black jade atom bombs, the Payals, and the remaining Maaskab. Personally, I had an itching to fight some more Scabs now that I was immortal. But Guy—as always—was right. We deserved a little time together, some happiness of our own before we ran off to save the world. That job would always be there, he pointed out.

The doorbell rang, and my heart lit with joy. I turned quickly to Guy. “They’re here!” I clapped with excitement and ran through the great room toward the front door.

As I yanked open the large stained glass door, I heard both Guy and Tommaso scream in unison, “No!”

It was too late.

There, standing in front of me, was an old woman with glowing red eyes, flanked by an ocean of Scabs. She was naked from her waist up and had thick, black dreadlocks draped over her chest. The smell was nauseating.

I looked into her eyes as I raised my hands, readying to split her in two, but there was something eerily familiar about her.

“Holy, Virgin of Guadalupe. Grandma? Is that you?”

THE END…(not)

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