Today’s theme is Lost Loves and I actually have several reunion type stories. For me as a reader I love to read the stories of lost loves reunited. In fact I’m sort of writing a new one.
So I’ve chosen The Revealing which is the fourth and final story in my Pentacles of Magick series. Noah and Jessie were a lot of fun to write.
Excerpt:
“C’mon, Jessie, we have to go now, our time is up.” His magick hummed, sensing other users nearby. When she came out of the bathroom carrying a duffel bag with her, she took his breath away. A night of rest and a shower had made a world of difference, and now she looked more like Jessica. Silky brown hair fell just below her shoulders, the perfect length for grabbing onto. The almost too short denim shorts and tight green t-shirt she’d chosen from the clothes that had been delivered first thing this morning showed off every inch of her luscious body. Not exactly subtle nor disguise material, but dayum she looked good enough to eat. Even the plain white tennis shoes on her feet seemed sexy to him.
When he finally let his gaze meet hers he could have sworn he saw the same heat in the normally cool blue depths of her eyes. Shaking his thoughts loose, he opened the door and ushered her out and down the stairs to his waiting vehicle. She was turning into a distraction neither one of them could afford.
“Where are you taking me? To see Jake?” She slid onto the seat next to him, looking at him for an answer.
“Not quite yet. We still have some trouble to deal with, and I don’t think either of us wants to involve more people than we have to.”
“Then where are we going?”
“Somewhere safe.”
She glared at him, waiting.
“How familiar are you with the bayou?”
“Probably not enough, guess it depends on what you have in mind,” she blurted.
Ignoring the jolt in his groin from the look she threw him, he continued. “We need to hide for a while. Somewhere I can protect you. I know of a place deep in the swamps that will fit the bill.”
“Should I be nervous? I mean, I’m not your favorite person these days, and going deep in the swamps with someone who doesn’t like you sounds like a recipe for big trouble.”
“I’m not the one that left in the middle of the night, Jessie.”
A dark cloud passed over her features, making her look sad. Seeing her like that made him feel like shit. Which really pissed him off since he had nothing to feel bad about.
“I know.” She turned toward the window and settled in for the ride.
He pulled the SUV out of the parking lot, watching everything around them despite his preoccupation with the woman beside him. Obsession is more like it. He took a deep drag of air into his lungs, held it until it burned, and then let it out as slowly as he could. He needed to be in complete control of this situation and couldn’t afford to be distracted.
He knew as soon as he left this section of the Quarter the veil of voodoo they had been hiding under would dissipate. Denn would be doing his best to aid them with his own spells, but whatever new source his uncle had harvested was some pretty powerful shit. That worried him the most. If his uncle had gained some additional power he either had a coven working for him or something far worse. Demons.
His brothers were currently looking into what was brewing in this region, which was a good thing, but Denn had been hiding something from him this morning. That had him worried. He’d thought about pushing him on it, but hadn’t had time. He and Jessie needed to get out of New Orleans, and fast. He wasn’t sure he could take on an army.
Crossing the Lake Pontchartrain Causeway, they quickly left the city limits of New Orleans, headed for the middle of nowhere. They drove in silence as the empty road and occasional car went by them until he heard a growl that had to have come from Jessie.
“Are you hungry?”
She nodded her head. “A little, but I’m fine. I’ve gotten used to living on very little.”
His stomach heaved at that thought. His imagination could have run wild with possibilities of just what she had endured. “Once we get settled in a safe place, you’re going to have to tell me exactly what happened to you back there.”
“It’s over, Noah, we need to just let it go.”
“Uh-uh, cherie, it’s far from over. In fact, we likely have a long, tough road in front of us.”
“What do you mean?” She looked confused.
“According to my brothers, Uncle Scott has quite a plan going on. Something else we are going to have to discuss soon enough.”
She shifted closer to him in her seat. “Why not tell me now? I think we have time.”
“Not yet, Jessie, for now I have to stay alert and focus on getting us away from here safely.”
She crossed her arms against her chest, pushing her breasts up and against the already tight fabric. His mouth watered when he saw the peaked nipples poke against the shirt. The pouty look on her face only inflamed him further, challenging him to take her over his knee and teach her a lesson or two. He loved the lure of a woman with an independent streak and Jessie was just his type—it’s what had drawn him to her in the first place.
For years he’d pursued the meeker and submissive women for his darker tastes, but Jessie had taught him the sweeter pleasure of submission with spirit. Despite her lack of enthusiasm toward his lifestyle, she’d responded immediately and with such intensity he’d thought his heat would combust them both. As it turned out they’d both been surprised with each other’s response. Their time together had been hot and brief, and her ultimate disappearance had driven him mad for a while. His pride prevented him from searching for her, so instead he’d indulged himself in every vice he could to forget about her. Work, sex, tequila and eventually he’d moved on. Until he answered his brother’s call.
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