Swept Away: The First Bloodline (5 page)

    
Paintings on the walls but she didn't have a clue as to who the artist was.

    
His movement caught her attention. The way he moved amazed her. Graceful. He stood in front of the radio messing with CDs. She couldn't help but to think please not Martina.
That's Chase’s song. Please don't be anything Martina. Anything but her.
He stopped taking out the city and put in another CD.

    
When he turned back to her his eyes were lighter than before. They had been really, really dark. Almost black. Beautiful green eyes stared back at her, calling out to her. She didn't know what they were saying to her but she could feel them. She could feel them as they looked over her body. Her entire body. So much so, that if her eyes were closed, she would've been sure that he was using his brilliantly talented hands on her.

    
His slow stroll towards her caused her lungs to breathe heavier. She knew he was about to touch her. But how she wondered? She wanted him to touch her, in the way her body craved like she never thought it would again.

    
"Don't worry, no Martina. Taylor if you could be anywhere in the world right now where would it be?" He was in front of her now. The gentle touch of his hands on her hips caused her panties to dampen immediately. She could feel his soft lips brushing her ear as he whispered, "Close your eyes and picture yourself there."

    
She didn't want to close her eyes and she sure as hell didn't want to be there right now. She wanted to know how the hell he knew what she was thinking. She knew she hadn't said anything allowed. Come to think of it, she didn't tell him Liz's name, but he knew that too.
Your plan too much into this Taylor, close your damn eyes already.
Her inner Goddess was scolding her now.

    
Slowly she closed them and she could instantly see the river. She laid on a tube floating down slowly. She held a Bud in her hand. The sun terribly hot was not affecting her the same way her skin usually did from the sun. During her pregnancy she had become allergic to the sun for an etiology unknown and had to learn to stay out of it.

    
The cool water on her feet felt delightful, relaxing, sensational. Her head laid back, her hair, cool and damp floating softly in the water with her down the river.

    
She heard the birds singing in the background. The slight breeze that whistled through the trees that lined the bank was music to her ears. Even in her imaginary place she closed her eyes taken in the feel of her surroundings, so when she woke up from the dream, she would remember the peacefulness, the memory.

    
"That's better. You are so tense." She felt their bodies start to move. She heard Jason Aldean and Kelly Clarkson singing Don't You Wanna Stay.
Yes I want to stay. I want more than to stay.
She opened her eyes and she could see his amusement.

    
"What's so funny?" She questioned him,
did I step on your toe or something?

    
"I want you to stay too
." Holy shit! All right, that's fucking enough. Who are you?
She stared into his eyes. She didn't understand, how did he know and how in the hell did he know her? "I know a lot of things Taylor and let's just say, you’ve seen me around." She froze. Her body stiffened. She felt her heart pounding against her chest. Her breathing began to increase rapidly and she felt short of breath.

    
She had to force the words out with a fight, trying to keep them steady, as she knew her voice shook with the rhythm with the rest of her body. "How did,,,,"

    
And before she could finish,,, "How did I know?" Taylor pulled back out of his arms. "Don't be afraid of me Taylor. I need you to be open-minded. I have gifts. That's all I can tell you right now."

    
Open-minded? I can be open-minded apparently. I've been so open-minded with you enough that you can hear me!
Taylor could see her appearance now appeared less nervous and oddly enough she felt that easy with him. "Okay then tell me,,"

    
"I can hear what you think. I can feel your emotions
." Holy Fuck! Okay.  I can do this.

    
“So you can hear, really hear what I’m t,,,,”

    
"Thinking? Yes. Everything you think, I can hear. Every way you feel, every emotion you have, I feel."
Shit!  Are you as horny and confused crazy right now?

    
"Exactly and yes." He turned his face away from her hiding it. Why?
That's kind of.... awesome. I wish I could hear and feel like that. There would be no guessing, no wondering, only straightforward honesty.

    
"No, you don't. It's not easy knowing the things that I know. When someone is in pain, when they are scared, when they are lonely, when they are filled with so much hurt, they feel like they are a loan vessel. It's not always a good gift to have." His voice softened as if he was trying to hide a sadness coming from deep inside him, like nothing she had ever seen or felt before.

    
"Okay, if we're going to finish having this conversation, you have to let me say it so I can at least feel like I am involved in it okay?"
I can't believe I'm not freaking out. See I told you I could be open-minded.

    
He turned back to her. He seemed to be more relaxed now. "I'm glad you're not freaking out either.  You still want to stay? Here? Alone? With me?"

    
As if you don't already know.
His lips curved into a smile. Taylor couldn’t do anything but smile back at him.

    
"So you're not freaked out at all then?"
Someone must've freaked out on you bad for you to be this worried and repeatedly ask.

    
"No, why would I be?” He stepped towards her, as she imagined him repeating his assault on her mouth came to mind.
Shit!. He can read my mind and feel what I feel so he knows everything. The good, the bad and terribly embarrassing moments like this one.

    
She blushed and turned her head away from him, now realizing he knew exactly what she wanted him to do to her and how those thoughts caused her body to react. Like how damp her panties were right now, just thinking of his kiss.

    
"Don't be embarrassed. You do the exact same thing to me. I feel the same stimulating sensations that you do." She could hear the emphasis on exact, stimulating. His passion heating in his words invisibly clearing his actions as she turned back to him only affected her more.

    
She tried not to think about it. She was trying not to think about anything. He already knew more than she ever wanted him to know. For anyone to know for that matter.

    
"It's impossible not to think. More times than you can imagine. It doesn't work. There's always something. Trust me."

    
"You have got to stop it. Don't let me know what you know. Even though you hear it, let it be mine." She knew it didn’t make sense.. But to her it did. She didn't want him repeating everything that went through her mind. It would be like a broken record.

    
"I'm sorry this is new for me as well. I mean, I have had these abilities, if you will, for a very long time, and I've never shared them with anyone like you before. My,,, family,, are the only ones that I've ever known."

    
"I can see why you wouldn't volunteer this about yourself. But why are you telling me? And what do you mean by people and anyone like me?" Taylor couldn't help but to wonder why anyone would tell someone that they just met all of this and she felt she needed to know why he felt he needed to tell her and should she be insulted by the like me phrase?

    
"Because I don't want to hide who I am around you. Your very special to me Taylor. Don't take it as an insult. You are a very good thing."

    
"Why?"
Why would I be special and a good thing to a complete stranger? There isn't anything special or good about me. I'm just me.

    
"I can't answer that right now. I know you have questions, and I know what your questions are, but trust me in time you will have your answers, just not tonight. Let's just have a good night and not ask each other any more questions."

    
"Okay. What is it that you would like to do then, I mean we can’t exactly have the normal where you from, what do you do conversation after that so?"
Well that just opened the door to a lot of possibilities.
Taylor blushed at her brains intrusion once again.

    
Damien smiled big showing his celebrity perfect teeth. "Okay so some questions, just nothing about reading minds okay."
Emphasis noted on some okay, got it.

    
"So what you do for a living? Oh wait," she couldn't help herself. "Are you a medium?" She laughed. On second thought, she had no reason to be laughing. Laughing hardly seemed appropriate now after finding out someone she was deeply attracted to could read her mind and feel what she was feeling at the same time as she did.

    
He laughed. She was glad he found that amusing. Her back and forth thinking and rambles. Not many people got her sense of humor at all. The fact that she had met someone who got her was a relief. Chase understood her. He had the same sense of humor that she did. What seemed like tearing hilarious to them made other people look at them like they were a fool.

    
Chase! What the hell am I doing?

    
"You're having fun. Something you haven't done in a long time. You're not doing anything wrong. Just hanging out, dancing, smiling, laughing, relaxing and acting alive."

    
She started to breathe heavy. Tears burned at her eyes again. She felt like she was betraying Chase. A constant reminder deep inside her of her wedding vows to him. Till death do they part. That was the problem. She wasn't ready for death to come and visit them. Their lives had only just begun and he had been taken from her. A part of her still belonged to him and probably always would.

    
So the problem was her mind and her heart had was if she was to start a relationship with someone else, Damien, not only would she feel as she was betraying Chase, but she would be betraying Damien as well because she could never give him her whole heart. Chase had taken a piece of it with him that would never be hers to give again.

    
"Taylor listen to me, I would never expect you to give his piece of your heart away. Those memories made you the person you are today. Some are good, some are great, some are terribly sad. I am grateful to Chase and will always be. He loved you, treated you as you deserved and took care of you when I couldn't be there. I know that the man in him would want you to move on and be happy."

    
Immediately she was angry and he knew it as he took a step back and put his hands up.

    
"How do you know what he would want? Can you talk to the dead as well? Can you ask him why he didn't fight harder? Can you ask him why he left us? Can you ask him what the hell I am supposed to do now? Well can you?

    
No you can't. The last time I checked, tombstones don't talk back! How dare you! You don't know me, you don't know my family, my kids. He left me alone, pregnant with twins. How dare he?" She stepped away from Damien giving herself the distance that she needed right now. "No I didn't think you could. You the whole medium thing was a joke, you had no right to go there with Chase!"

    
She was screaming at him. Now stepping towards him. Tears flooded her eyes, running down her cheeks. She was in a full-blown pissed off at the world stay, and she was taking it out on him. He continued stepping back with each step she took towards him.

    
"Taylor, please forgive me. I didn't mean to upset you like this. Let me help you now." And with a long stride towards her, his lips were on hers kissing her. She felt a tickle to her brain almost and then she got a taste of him and hastily became drunk on the feeling of his tongue moving in and out of her mouth, owning it, almost marking every inch of it as his.

    
Taking what he wanted. His lips softened against hers, as she no longer fought against him. She was drinking him in and praying he didn't stop. She wanted to feel more. And that's when she did.

Chapter Three

    
His mouth tenderly kissed from her lips to her jaw, slowly to her ear, and down her neck. His lips and tongue teased her in the exact places she wanted to feel him. From her neck to her clavicle, to her sternum, to her left breast.

    
He tugged at her nipple with his teeth through her clothes, sending a surge of pure pleasure to the apex between her legs. She felt herself gush bodily fluids into her panties and her body clench tight. His hands and mouth followed every demand her mind unknowingly made.

    
I pray this is what heaven is like and if it is take me there now.