Everyone has a Weak spot (10 page)

Crossing his arms at his waist, he pulled his tee shirt over his head. He was surprised at Zierra's indrawn breath. He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his jeans and shorts.

Zierra stepped up to him and began running her hands over his muscular shoulders, chest, back, abdomen, and even his hips and thighs. He couldn't deny that it felt good. Finally, he stopped her. He was hard enough.

He turned her away from him and pushed her to her knees in the dirt. She leaned forward and he nudged her legs apart, lapping at her wet pussy. He edged his larger body over hers and entered her again from behind.

She clenched around him, coming instantly. He began to plunge into her repeatedly, harder and harder. She was moaning with every thrust, her feminine muscles clenching continuously.

Relentlessly, he continued to pump, pinning her down by biting into her shoulder. Finally, holding her hips steady, he began to plunge, piston-like into her until, with one more powerful lunge, he came.

If he hadn't been holding her with his jaw, she would have pitched face-first into the dirt. He helped her up, ignored her pleas for more, dressed her, and cleaned her hands and knees.

He opened the door of her car and waited for her to get into it.

“Renaud, can we still be friends?” she asked him, standing near the door to her car.

“You think we were friends, Zierra?” he asked her. At her nod, he said, “If you stick to the truth, the facts, then we can be some kind of friends. You keep going off on power trips or fantasies. I don't need a friend—or a fuck—like that."

“Okay, Renaud,” she smiled at him. She seemed very young somehow. “I'll try hard not to be that way with you. Maybe we could do this again sometime?” She got in behind the wheel of her car.

He couldn't help but smile. “This or something like it,” he closed her car door and watched her drive away.

Renaud shook his head. Zierra would fall back into her old ways in less than a week. It didn't matter; it had no impact on how he felt about her. Still, she was enthusiastic about sex and it had relieved some of his stress.

He got home right after his uncle did. He heard him climb into bed, while he climbed into the shower.

Chapter 13

As Lorelei came out of the shower the next morning, she heard War's lazy Cajun drawl wishing her good morning and thanking her for a beautiful night on the answering machine.

She smiled. Maybe things could work out, after all. Her father had suggested that she would have a mate who would wear his medallion. War was strong, smart, and resourceful. She badly wanted to trust him.

Yes, twenty-one years old was very young. Still, she'd been on the run most of those years. She'd seen both her parents die and had comforted her brother as he'd dealt with the death of three parents.

She faced the certain knowledge that she'd be caught and caged as would her brother. She'd have to endure unspeakable torture; and worse, she'd have to endure it for him, too. Because of the medallions, he would only experience the pain and agony by seeing her endure it.

She would be unable to hide her pain from him. He'd know what she was feeling. If she died, he'd die shortly after that. He couldn't be killed unless she was. That wasn't the result of wearing the medallions, it was the result of genetic engineering. If either of them took off their medallion, they'd lose contact with the other.

According to their father, their only hope of escaping the men who hunted them lay with Lorelei's mate. The man who fell in love with her, and she with him, would be strong, just, and loving. That man would wear Ivan's medallion, and he'd know how to help them.

Lorelei was beginning to think that War was that man. She knew she was falling for him. He was a sheriff, so he must be somewhat just, in her opinion. He certainly was strong and muscular. He was related to Renaud, so they had some DNA in common, too.
That couldn't hurt, right?

Lorelei had plenty of faith in herself about a lot of things. She knew she was smart and capable. She didn't feel great about her judgment of character, though. Her only friend and confidant throughout her life had been her brother. She'd had absolutely no one else to confide in.

When Lorelei considered that, she realized she'd solved her own dilemma. She'd tell Renaud what she thought and how she felt about War. At the very least, his insight would help. After all, what she did involved him too.

She thought she'd drive out to a specialty book and movie store she'd heard about in Alabama. She could get a book about Papa and some tapes of his movies and performances. Then she could tell Warrick about him. Maybe he really was the one.

Lorelei hurried to her car. Once she began driving, she was lost in her own happy world, humming along with the radio. She wasn't thinking of anything specific. She was feeling good about things for a change.

Lorelei had been driving for half an hour when she heard her Papa's voice again.

"Get away, Lorelei!"
he said.

She looked in her mirror and realized that she was being followed. She closed her hand on her medallion and began to take random turns. She needed her brother. She was alone and in trouble.

* * * *

War hung up the phone in his kitchen and turned to find his nephew making his way down the stairs. The boy was hopping on one foot and putting a shoe on the other. His shirt was open and his medallion flashed red as it bounced on his chest.

“Where you off to, son?” War had just checked on him less than five minutes prior, and he'd been fast asleep. He had every reason to believe that Zierra had worn Renaud out the same way that Lorelei had put him to sleep last night.

Renaud grabbed his truck keys as he headed for the door. “Going to get Rory,” he mumbled. “She needs me.” And then, he was gone.

War yelled, “Wait a minute! I was on the phone trying to call her! She didn't call.” It was too late, Renaud was gone. War knew that neither Lorelei nor Renaud used a cell phone. Frustration and suspicion was growing by leaps and bounds.

* * * *

Renaud found her an hour later. They met in Gulf Breezes, Alabama where she had gotten out of her car on a city street. This wasn't the first time she'd been followed by one of her father's old captors. This wasn't even the first time one of them had gotten close enough to speak to her.

When Renaud wasn't far, Lorelei ran into a large store with her assailant chasing her. The man shouted vile things to her in his own language about how they'd watch as she was impregnated. He shouted to her that they would fertilize her eggs with her father's sperm, and then they'd dissect the mutant baby that resulted.

They knew that Lorelei was soft and loving. If she were rattled enough, they'd have her. She screamed that the man had a gun. He fired that gun at her. In the ensuing melee, Renaud came for her and the man was arrested.

Authorities on the scene thought that Renaud had been shot but there was no evidence of it. He cited a nosebleed earlier in the day to explain blood on his shirt. He said he'd grabbed the shirt on the way out the door and hadn't noticed the hole in it. He gave them a youthful, nonchalant shrug.

Lorelei was in no shape to return to Xavier Parish that day. Renaud got a room for them locally. He called his uncle to let him know that he'd be away overnight. He didn't mention Lorelei. He didn't think about caller ID.

They had nothing to hide and had been honest with War—if not clear about being brother and sister. At least, they had been clear about not having a sexual relationship. He couldn't tell his uncle about the attack. It just wasn't safe. They'd tell him when they got home.

They filed charges, saying the man had been stalking Lorelei. Given that the man was not a United States citizen, even though he had travel visas, things did not look good for him. The next morning, the authorities allowed Renaud and Lorelei to leave. Renaud took his sister to a beach not far from Gulf Breezes where they spent a quiet day.

Conversation wasn't necessary, and neither spoke a word the entire day. Renaud bought Lorelei a floppy hat so she wouldn't burn. He insisted she wear some crazy colored sunscreen. Her nose turned slightly pink, but she came away mostly unscathed. They enjoyed a peaceful day of companionship and camaraderie with no pressure to bear.

They had both managed to forget about any worries for the day. It was nine o'clock at night before Renaud dropped Lorelei off by her recessed door. She grabbed her floppy hat and gave him a tight hug. He touched his forehead to hers and kissed her on the side of her mouth. Neither had spoken a word to anyone since leaving Gulf Breezes that morning.

Chapter 14

Lorelei was up the stairs at her door when Renaud drove off. When War spoke, it took her by surprise.

“Ev'nin,
chéri.
” He didn't sound warm or sexy. He sounded a little angry.

“Hi, Warrick,” she said carefully.

“Have a good day out?” he asked.

“Today was nice,” she answered, her voice shaking. He was truly angry. She bet he thought she was avoiding him.

“Wanna tell me why you ducked me yesterday and today,
petit?
"

Yep, he thought I was avoiding him.

“You regrettin’ our couplin’ the other night?"

Well, that was pretty direct.

“No, Warrick,” she breathed. “No, of course not,” she tried to assure him. “Something happened. I couldn't get here, I...” She wished he would quit advancing on her. All she could do was back up toward the door.

She had turned to put the apartment key in the lock when his hand settled over hers, his front pressed against her back. He looped an arm around her waist and pushed the door open with his free hand. Before she knew it, they were in her apartment facing each other. He was way past mad.

“That right,
chéri
? Something happened?” He jerked her against his hard body. “What happened all day and all night with Renaud?” He thrust his swollen groin hard into her abdomen. “Same thing what happened with me the other night?"

Lorelei gasped. “You know that's not true, Warrick. Please.” She closed her eyes and shook her head in denial.

“What I know, sugar? Huh?” He gave her a hard shake. “You tell me right now what I know."

He turned and pinned her roughly against the door. His eyes seemed to glow like the night sky in the moonlit room. His lips came down roughly on hers. He devoured her mouth as the relentless kiss went on. His hot tongue gave no quarter as he plundered her sensitive mouth. Her nipples hardened against his chest.

She couldn't think, and she couldn't get her hand to her amulet.

* * * *

His beast was running this show. He wanted her so bad. She was
his
! How dare she spend the night with some other man?

It didn't matter that she and Renaud had known each other for more than a decade. It didn't matter that they'd spent countless nights together before she'd ever met him. It didn't even matter that he'd taken her virginity only two nights prior.

He crushed her between his hard body and the door as he grabbed both her wrists in his hands.

“You shouldn't try to play with grown men, little girl. Now look what you went and done.” He rolled his hips, bringing his hard erection against her. He yanked her arms above her head and transferred both wrists to one of his big hands.

Lorelei's eyes were large and round in her face. His eyes glittering blue points at her as he held her gaze.

“Wearin’ a bra today, sugar? I don't believe I've ever seen you wear one."

With his free hand, War reached up and grabbed the neck of her thin cotton blouse. With one tug the sleeveless shell separated at the shoulders as he ripped it off of her. Her medallion and chain came off with it. When he saw that she was wearing a bra, he ripped that off too.

“You won't need that, anyhow,
petit,
” he growled.

“Please, don't ... Warrick, what are you doing?” she pleaded.

“Why
chéri,
I'm doing just what I did night before last. Don't you remember? You told me, ‘I like that Warrick, I like it',” he lowered his mouth to her ear. “I'm just doin’ what you said you like.” His voice was low and rough. He didn't know how he could still speak. He could clearly hear the angry dog snarling in his mind.

He hooked a finger at the waist of her shorts and tugged. They unsnapped and unzipped and he guided them down her hips.

“No cartoons?” he asked, glancing down at her white panties. Before she could even think of answering, he fastened his mouth on one of her breasts and sucked hard, then nibbled at her nipple.

When she cried out he laved it with his tongue and demanded, “You like dat,
chéri
? Better tell me if you do!” He nipped again and she moaned. “Tell me,
chéri
!” he insisted. “Won't kiss your other pretty breast if you don't tell me you like it. Now do you like it?” he ground out.

She groaned and cried out, “Yes, yes, I like it!"

“Good girl,” he growled, transferring his attentions to her other breast.

His thigh was between her legs now, supporting her. He unsnapped his jeans and pulled out his large erection. He rubbed it on her tummy.

“Lookie there what you went and done, sugar,” he said lazily. He held his large cock in his hand and squeezed it, moving his hand up and down on it casually. “You gonna help me out with this,
chéri
? You ain't too tired from Renaud, no?"

War snatched her up and turned her, moving a few steps forward. He set her on her feet facing the high, rolled arm of her couch.

With one tug, she was bent over and he was moving her panties down over her hips. He began placing heated kisses on her spine, licking and kissing until he reached the cleft at the top of her rear.

“No, Warrick, don't. Please. Not like this,” she sobbed. He ignored her.

He put a large palm on each rounded cheek and pulled them apart. He licked her from the tiny rosette buried between her cheeks all the way to her clit. He did this again and again until she was moaning her climax.

“Like that, sugar?” When she didn't answer, he growled, “Tell me,
chéri, did you like that?"
There was violence in his guttural voice.