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"Aah, god, AJ! Give it to me!" she belted to the ceiling.

"Is it all mine?" he asked, gritting his teeth as he plunged.

"Yes!" There was no doubt what was coming. Wrapping her arms around his  broad back, she held on for dear life as the heart-shaped head of his  cock slipped into her welcoming heat just before the long, veined ridge  of pleasure slid home. Arms wrapped around each other, anchoring their  bodies together, he rode her into oblivion. Hard. Fast. Slick. Wet. A  wild mating frenzy. But the untamed cat stayed just there, right on the  edge of her consciousness, watching, waiting to be freed. Aaron's loud  yell exploded from his chest. The knowledge of the meaning of that feral  sound triggered her own roar as her clenching channel gloried in the  splash of his scalding seed against her cervix, sating her urgent need.



As he stroked her spine, they lay quietly and listened to the deep boom  of the thunderheads passing over. He hoped it wouldn't delay his flight.  The plan was to fly to Belize City, meet with his client briefly then  he and his brothers would head out to Ambergris Caye to survey the land  they'd purchased for the project. They had to wrap up these final  details so they could break ground on time. Luckily his unexpected,  unfortunate, very hard landing hadn't affected the project plan as much  as he'd thought. Even if it had, meeting Reya made it all worth it.

Last night Marc had come by to see how Reya was doing and to deliver  some information about the jaguar that had attacked her. The whole place  was in an uproar over it. The rangers were even thinking about shutting  down the sanctuary to visitors until the cat was put down. Marc, after  meeting Aaron's brothers, all huddled around Reya as they were, told  them the jag had been spotted by two other rangers, always at night and  always in the same spot Aaron and Reya had run into him.

The man promised to look after her for the couple of days Aaron and his  brothers were in Ambergris Caye, but the thought of leaving her alone,  even with a so-called ‘good friend' like Marc, made him uneasy. Choice?  He had none.

"Promise me you won't go on patrol alone," he asked quietly, kissing the top of her head.

"Aaron, I've been doing this a long time … "

"Yeah, and how many times have you been injured by a male jaguar who  happened to be after a human?" His arched brow and tight set of his chin  dared her to gainsay him, but he knew she'd try to think of something.

"How many times? Well, uh, never."

He was actually surprised she hadn't added a few more uh's or er's to  that statement. Raising his head, he looked down at her like she was  someone else, earning a giggle and a slap on the chest. Damn, she was  strong. But she wasn't arguing with him, so he counted his blessings and  left it alone. Sort of.

"Promise."

"Fine. I promise," she whined.

"Now was that so hard, baby? And," he said nuzzling her ear, "you have yet to agree to marry me."

"There just hasn't been time to talk about it, now has there? Not with  all the hot lovin' you've been laying down on me." She turned her head  and nipped his ribs.

"Laying down on you … I like the sound of that," he drawled, turning quickly and sweeping her underneath him.

"Aaron, it's already seven a.m., you're going to make yourself late."  Her voice was a blend of highly charged thunder and gentle rain. Just  like the storm overhead. What a potent mix she was.

"That's fine as long as I make you come while I'm making myself late."  Oh, did he ever enjoy the tremble working its way down her lush body  when he swiped his hot tongue down her neck. Yes, trembling was good,  but panting was better.

The unsteady quaver of her husky voice sent what could only be described  as pure male pride spreading through his chest. The woman sounded like a  horny toad on overload, and it was all his fault. The press of her  strong thighs as they wrapped around his hips had him bracing himself  against the surge of pleasure as he slipped into heaven.

"But what will your brothers think?" she squeaked out on a pant.

"They'll think I'm a damned lucky bastard, is what." Then he moved and  the ridge of his cock caused just the perfect amount of friction deep  inside her heat.

"Ooooh, I think I can live with that."





Chapter Ten

Dangriga Airstrip-Dangriga, Belize

Aaron loved flying. Even when he'd piloted their company jet alone, it  had given him a thoroughly enjoyable feeling of freedom and peace while  gliding through the air among the clouds. It was the closest to heaven  he'd ever been … until Reya. This time flying wasn't so impressive, or  even welcome. As they sat on the jet way in Dangriga awaiting clearance  for takeoff to San Pedro on Ambergris Caye, his finger circled around  the rim of his coffee cup as he stared absently into the steaming dark  brew. He wished he was sharing it with Reya.

"Missing Reya already, lil' bro?"

Aaron's head popped up at the sound of his tormentor's voice. When his  eyes met Anthony's, he couldn't help but grin along with his brother. He  still couldn't get over the fact his brothers had insisted on peeking  into her room so they could kiss her goodbye on the cheek as she slept.         

     



 

"Bethsaida should be looking in on her now … if she's awake yet," Aaron  said, unable to keep the smug, self-satisfied look off his face as he  looked down at his watch. Reya was usually up with the chickens. But it  was now eleven o'clock in the morning, and he'd be amazed if she was  able to move from the bed. He'd left his woman well loved and plenty  satisfied.

"She's a keeper, Aaron. Such a nice mix of feisty and sweet," Anthony  said appreciatively as Austin chimed in. "Not to mention beautiful."

"Yep, you picked a good one," Anthony continued, "real good. That woman  of yours is as smart as a whip and has a head for money. She even asked  about investing in your project in Ambergris Caye, you know, being a  private shareholder. She thinks it's going to take off as soon as the  word gets out about what kind of facility it is."

Aaron hadn't known that. Reya wanted in on his deal? And she hadn't even  seen the blueprints or financial projections? She trusted his judgment  that much? He felt like the Grinch when his heart swelled ten times  larger than it already was.

"And," Anthony said around a bite of fluffy, butter-smothered biscuit, "she's got you plenty pussy whipped."

"What?" Aaron gaped, ready to protest. When both his brothers pinned him  with an amused but unflappable stare, he snapped his mouth shut. Him?  Pussy whipped? Hell, when had that happened?

"So, what about her family?"

"Family?" Aaron lifted a brow in query at Austin. "Well, she's got an aunt in the States, somewhere in the bayou of Louisiana."

"Not what I meant," Austin said quietly, signaling to the crew member  for another cup of coffee. "Are they going to have a problem with the  fact that you're a white boy from Colorado?"

Aaron stared dumbly at the both of them, his face the picture of a total  lack of comprehension. Hell, he hadn't given it a second thought. Did  Reya care that he was white? Not likely. If she had, she would have said  something or blown him off before he'd gotten much past "hello". He put  it out of his head and answered with clear conviction.

"No, Reya doesn't care, and if she doesn't care, her aunt won't either."

"They sound like good people. But you are whipped though." Aaron rolled  his eyes. Anthony had always been the philosophical one. A regular male  talk show host. "But whipped is not necessarily a bad thing, especially  when your woman cares for you."

"Oh, shut up already, Anthony!" Aaron snapped, but there was no heat  behind his words. The smile spread across his mouth was too big.

"Congratulations, Aaron," Austin quipped with a grin, raising his mug of coffee in a salute.

After landing safely, the three brothers boarded a boat and headed out  to the caye. In the middle of surveying the view of the barrier reef  near the new resort site just off Ambergris Caye, Austin turned and  asked, "So, I take it you'll be staying in Belize for awhile?"

Aaron thoughtfully regarded the most perceptive of the bunch. How did  Austin always seem to know what he hadn't figured out yet? They hadn't  discussed where they would go from here. Forget the fact Reya hadn't  said yes to his proposal yet.

"I'm sure we'll spend some time in the States," Aaron said, noting their  coordinates and the angle of the boat. "But Reya has a passion for that  jaguar sanctuary. It's the only one in the world, so she has to be  there to do her work. Give me a drafting table, a satellite phone and a  computer and I can work anywhere."

"She's back to her patrolling this afternoon, eh?"

"Yeah. Actually tonight she'll be … " Just then, the hairs on the back of  Aaron's neck stood at full attention and sent a tingle of dread straight  to the pit of his stomach. The second he thought about Reya out in that  damned jungle patrolling for poachers, the bottom dropped out of his  gut. He shook the feeling off and concentrated on getting the rest of  his notes together for their meeting with their customer in less than an  hour.