Page 69 of Arresting the Warlord

With one flex of his hips, Jake thrust inside me. I gasped as the delicious slide of his flesh sent pleasure sizzling through me. I dug my nails into the powerful muscles of his back. “God. Oh God. You feel so good.”

“Mine. Say it.” Jake’s body moved against mine, hot, aggressive, and perfect.

“Yours.” I met Jake kiss for kiss, touch for touch. Multiple orgasms shook my body and I came apart in his arms.

Jake’s body bowed and shook violently as he came. “Mine!”

As I floated in the sea of oh-so-good, Mister Chatty said, “Admit it. You can’t live without me.”

“Gee, let me think.” I tapped my chin. “I would miss the sex. You? Not so much.”

Jake gave my right nipple a slow lick. “Liar. Fate brought us together. Think of all the bad guys we can bring to justice.”

“We do make a great team,” I agreed.

Uncle Jesse banged on the door. “Are you done yet?”

“Shit!” I launched myself off the bed and hurriedly grabbed an old tee-shirt and shorts out of the pine cabinet. “We’ll be out in a minute.”

“Just so you know, all that hollering chased off the wildlife and some of our ancestors,” Uncle Jesse yelled.

“You’re a real riot,” I yelled back and got dressed in record time. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”

“Relax. It’s not like we’re teenagers making out in the backseat of a car. We’re adults and mated,” Jake remarked.

He had a point. My gaze fastened on his penis. His joy toys waved merrily at me. “Not a chance buster. Get dressed.”

“Yes, my lady.” Jake tapped his bracelet and the armor formed around him.

Uncle Jesse hammered on the door again. “The sweat lodge is ready to go. You coming?”

“Yes.” I yanked the door open. “We’re coming.”

Uncle Jess gave Jake a disapproving glare. “Did you use protection?”

“No. No. No. We aren’t going there and why are you wearing a Speedo?” I interjected.

Uncle Jesse shrugged. “It’s cooler.” His gaze fastened on Jake. “Did you use a condom?”

Assuming his warlord demeanor, Jake spat, “Coletti males can control their fertility and it’s none of your business, old man.”

“Old man?” Little bolts of energy crackled along Uncle Jesse’s body. “How’d you like me to fry that little pecker of yours?”

Lightning danced around Jake. “Bring it, old man.”

“Stop it! Both of you. Testosterone is the bane of mankind,” I snarled.

Jake flicked a glance at me. “He’s a shaman?”

“Not exactly.”

“I’m a medicine man,” Uncle Jesse said proudly.

Jake frowned. “What’s the difference between a shaman and a medicine man?”

“I’m a healer. Samuel is a warrior who uses his abilities to protect our people.”

I grabbed Jake’s hand and pulled him toward a miniature hogan. “I’ll explain it later. We have prey to track.”

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