Immortal Dreams (88 page)

"Hey, I'm more into older women," Deacon attempts to seduce.

Persia laughs at his failed attempt to win her over as she laughs.

"I can assure you, you're not ready for me," she menaces.

He swallows hard against the instant knot in his throat, and his breath rattles as he tries to keep up his confident persona.

"I'm sure I'm a little tougher than you're giving me credit for.  You know what they say about love and war."

She lets her breath find his face, and he almost dissolves under the potent spell she's exuding.

"There's always war when I love." she whispers, and I try not to fucking gag.

She smirks at his entertaining recovery and her stimulating tease, and then she deliberately struts like a goddess to the elevator, leaving his mouth gaped open.

Devin laughs a little as I sneer in distaste.  I know I barely know her as my mother, but...
gross
.

She disappears behind the doors, and Deacon gasps for air.

"Sweet swinging hips.  I'm in love."

Devin laughs loudly, and I just fight against the foul taste consuming my mouth.  He kisses me on the temple and walks over to grab a stack of cash from a drawer.  Holy crap, that's a lot of money.

He hands it to Deacon while returning his tone to a more businesslike professionalism.

"If anything goes wrong, don't hesitate, run.  They're cunning.  No one has ever found my New York apartments.  The population is so thick, and there are so many conflicting elements to blur one's abilities.  They're good.  Don't risk it."

I suddenly feel the reality of his concern for Deacon.

"I will.  If something does go wrong, get Camara out of that group.  They'll never be able to defend her, and they'll all be slaughtered."

"I will," Devin promises.

He walks back over to take my hand and Deacon waves as he loads the elevator.

Devin turns to me and tilts my chin up to force my eyes to his.  His immunity to my enslaving eyes is so liberating.  He's amazing.

"I'm sorry our evening was hindered.  I hope it's okay to continue on."

I take a deep breath as I try to digest the heaping pile of crazy that has just been whipped on top of the insanity cake, and then I nod.  I need a night away from the surreal.  A normal date with the guy I'm now living with would do wonders for my exhausted mind.

"I want our date."

"Good.  I've got reservations at my favorite spot in the city," he seduces.

I dread trying to avoid eye contact with the numerous people littering New York, but I'd do anything to have a real date with him.

"Where are we going?" I muse.

"That would ruin the surprise," he says with a boyish grin.

I smile like a foolish girl, and he pulls me to the elevator.  I almost skip a little with my perky steps.

He chuckles lightly at my giddiness, and his lips close over mine the moment the doors seal.  A dinging lets us know someone is joining us, but his lips don't move from mine.

I hear the giggles of teenage girls as our soft-lipped embrace continues without allowing for interruption.

A second ding tells us we've arrived in the lobby.  He takes my hand and pulls me out of the elevator.  I can see the childlike excitement in his eyes.

A limousine is sitting outside the apartment like a horse-drawn carriage awaiting Cinderella.  Greer opens the door with a blushing smile, and I giggle a little as I step in.

Devin gracefully dips in and sits beside me.  He pulls me into his arms the moment he gets seated, and I rest my head on his firm, comfortable shoulder.

“You really went all out," I sigh happily.

"This is just the ride.  Don't be impressed yet," he murmurs with a daring tease.

I smile uncontrollably with my stinging cheeks.  This is so amazing.

We drive a short distance, and I feel the car slowing to a halt.  I glance around to see nothing but the bay in front of us.

"What are we doing here?"

Oh no
.  I thought we were eating.  My neglected stomach is about to start growling because I haven't eaten a thing in a couple of days.

"We're having dinner," he says with a secretive smirk.

I look around curiously.

"Here?" I squeak.

He laughs a little, and Greer opens the door for us.

"I'll be back in a couple of hours as you requested, sir."

Devin nods, and then Greer hands him a picnic basket and a blanket.  I'm confused.  The sun is almost lowering in front of us, there's not really a romantic picnic area, and I'm in a flashy dress.  I'm so baffled.

Devin takes my hand and pulls me to the edge of the water as Greer drives away.

"You ready?" he asks softly.

We're completely alone, and I'm still stumped as to what he's up to.

"What are we doing?" I ask impatiently.

He smirks, and then the water starts to separate in front of us.  Even the ground beneath the river begins to dry up as the moisture is sucked out of it.

I watch in amazement as the ground firms enough for me to take a step onto.  He pulls me through the spreading water, and the cycle continues with each step.  Once we've descended low enough that the water starts to close over us, allowing only our bubble to remain within it.

"Oh wow.  This is so... I don't even know what to say," I babble.

"Good," he says with a tone of pride.

Every step takes us deeper, and the bubble around us allows us to see the beauty of the river without disruption.  There are fish ranging from all sizes, and they're swirling curiously around our bubble.  Devin smiles as he gauges my wide-eyed reaction.

The blurred water above us begins to lighten, and it separates from all the dilutions corrupting the clear view of the setting sun.

Devin spreads the blanket on the floor of the riverbed, and I stare up in amazement.

"I knew it would be hard to take you somewhere full of people, but I got one of the best chefs in New York to prepare our dinner to-go.  I brought wine, champagne, and desert.  I hope this will do for now," he utters so gently.

"Oh, it'll do.  This is so unbelievable.  I'm watching the sunset from under the water."

He smiles a little bigger and starts setting up our gourmet dinner for two.  He even brought a candle to set up.

I smile at his attention to detail.  He planned this very thoroughly... for me.

"Am I allowed to be impressed now?" I say with adoration for his incredible thoughtfulness.

He smiles with a twinge of excitement beaming from his eyes for my appreciation.

"Yes.  Now you can be impressed," he says with his cocky, seductive tone.

I giggle slightly as I slide my finger along the side of the bubble.  The cool water strokes against as it wiggles around my touch.  Devin smiles as I study the underwater picnic area in complete fascination.

"I love this," I say softly as he pours the wine.

"I'm glad.  I had to think of a way to stand out from your other first dates," he says proudly.

"You excelled in your attempt."

The plate is filled with food so fancy I'm scared to eat it.  Devin scoops up a perky mushroom stuffed with some delicious looking toppings and spoons it into my mouth.  I feel like heaven has just erupted against my taste buds.

"Oh, that's amazing," I moan.

He smirks a little as he begins to indulge in his artwork plate.  He's so accustomed to all of this.  Everything is so new to me.  I'm eating a culinary masterpiece on the river floor while sitting in our protective bubble, and now the moon is starting to take the place of the sun.

The blurred, glistening streaks strike across the water and wrinkle down to us.

I stare at this perfect man who has done all this for me, and I'm dumbfounded.  What is so special about me?

I sit back, completely full, and smile at him as he pops the cork on the champagne.  It pops through the bubble, and the river's current swallows it up.  The fizzy bubbles of the champagne intrigue the curious fish that are still confused by our aquatic intrusion.

I take a deep breath to steady the storm growing inside of me.  It's too soon.  I can't tell him.  I'll scare him off.

"Adisia, what's wrong?" he asks when he notices my torn gaze.

I sigh out loudly.
Don't tell him you love him.

"Devin, I need to tell you something, and I don't think you're going to like it," I mumble with dismay.

His eyes dance with fear, and I can see a pained gaze protruding from them.

“You don't want to be with me?" he asks pitifully.

That couldn't be further from the truth.

"It's the opposite actually.  Devin, I know you're not going to be in the same place as I am, but you need to know what I'm feeling.  You can't keep being so wonderful.  I'm... I'm falling in love with you," I almost whisper as a slight crackle interrupts my words.

Shit.  Shit.  Shit
.

He pulls my hand in his, and his eyes give me nothing as they stare at the ground.  His low tone matches my near whisper when he finally speaks.

"You're right.  We're not in the same place," he says as his eyes look back up to meet mine.

I can feel my heart slapping me in the face for my foolish spur of the moment spout.

"Adisia, I'm not falling in love with you, I've been in love with you.  It's possible that I've loved you since the first night you stayed with me, but I've never been in love before.  I didn't know how or when to say it.  I do though, love you."

His eyes dart around nervously as he tries to read mine and gauge my reaction. 
Holy crap.  He loves me!

It's almost impossible to deny my inner-girl the right to squeal.  It's all I can do to not do cartwheels at this moment.

I lunge up from my sitting position and throw my arms around him.  His lips find mine, and the trailing tear from my eye finds its way into our mouths as our kiss erupts into a powerful, engulfing, and mind-blowing contact.

His hands slowly ease my dress up, and my hands begin carefully undoing the buttons on his shirt.  With each undone button, I slowly trail my fingers down to the next one.

His hands gently nestle in my hair as he slightly cups my head, and his lips move with a gentler pace than normal.  Each slow, drawn out moment is almost painful to my overly stimulated senses.

He pulls me against his body and the water around us starts to quiver and then slowly simmers to a near rolling boil before I remind myself to control it.  Devin smiles from behind the kiss as I continue to fall into him.

He loves me.

We're lying on the bed
of the river and staring up at the gallant moon that is outshining the stars.  Devin pulls my hand to his lips, and I shiver slightly at his touch.  My body is much too sensitive right now.  We have just taken our bedroom activities to a remote bubbled picnic area, and the slow seduction led to the most incredible sex I've ever had in my life.

Devin snickers slightly.  "Ticklish all of the sudden?"

I giggle a little as he kisses the back of my hand again.

"Just a little... overly sensitive right now.  That was surreal.  This whole night has been a fantasy,” I breathe.

He rolls over and the side of his glorious abdomen presses against me as he stares into my eyes, caressing my cheek with the back of his hand.

"I meant it.  I love you," he says softly.

I can feel the tears trying to fall.

"I lied when I said I was falling in love.  I just didn't want to push you too soon.  I've been in love with you since that first night too.  I just didn't think it was possible.  I only ever thought I knew what it was like to be in love before I met you," I gush out, possibly sounding to rushed.

His eyes swirl with a provocative dare, and then they settle back down as his lips gently thank mine for their words.  I can feel him smiling behind the kiss.

"Greer will be here any minute with the car.  I don't need to let him see us emerging from the river completely dry and obviously ravaged, and my cell doesn't have reception under here.  I checked."

I laugh a little at his slight frustration.  We've just thoroughly enjoyed the most incredible intimacy, but he's still craving more.  I love that.  I love him.

"I'm glad you told me," he whispers.

I smile a little more.  "I'm glad you told me, too," I say before kissing him once again.

He grunts slightly as he stands to his feet with a begrudged motion and extends his hand down to collect mine.  I slowly climb to my feet with the same reluctant motion, and the waters around us begin to form a path for our return.

As soon as we surface, Devin's eyes swirl with the dark tides.  They begin to scour the landscape frantically as if he's searching for something.  He rips his phone from his pocket.

"Hello, sir, I'll be there in about ten more minutes.  I got stuck in a bit of traffic," Greer says shakily.

"Just turn around.  We're going to walk and enjoy the night," Devin lies, his tense body contradicting his light tone.

Why is he lying?  What's going on?

He ends the call, and I see him typing away on his phone.  My phone buzzes in my purse, but I ignore it.  His eyes are masking a worry he's not sharing with me.

"Check your phone, baby," he says gently.

"No, I'll check it later," I say while trying to read his mixed facial expressions.

"Check it now, please.  It could be important," he insists.

I sigh as I pull out the phone and read the text from...
him
?

Act natural.  We've got several people watching our every move.  Move fast, and be ready to move faster
.

I slowly lower the phone to my purse, and I'm praying my face doesn't show the terror I'm feeling right now.  He takes my hand in his, and I start keeping up with his swift, but subtle stride.

We make it to the street, and I breathe out when I think we're safe.  Devin grimaces, and suddenly I hear the screeching tires of a hell raising car.  I scream as the car jumps the sidewalk, and people begin diving out of the way.  Devin races toward the car, and I scream again.

He slams his fist into the hood of the rampaging vehicle, and the car's front smashes into the ground before flipping over Devin and sliding on its hood through the crowded streets of New York.