I Hear Voices(36)
Ed squashed his bulk into the itty-bitty bathroom and handed me my Coke. “Here ya go ma’am.”
“Thanks Ed. You’re wonderful.” I sniffed loudly. “Not like some men I know.” Geezus, who would have thought three large men, would fit into this tiny room at the same time?
Fabian placed a gentle kiss on my bloody cheek. “Sorry, bella, it can wait. Come Ed there is still much to be done.”
“Thank you,” I sniffled, making a big production of wiping away my tears.
Derek quickly shut and locked the door. “Nicely done.”
“Why thank you, sugar. I’d do just about anything to get my shower and spend some time with my snookums.” I popped the top on the Coke and took a long drink. It was pure ambrosia.
Slanting me a black look, my husband turned the shower water on and started stripping.
I eyed Derek’s chest and flat abdomen rippling with muscles. Hoo boy! Definitely a twelve pack.
My gaze dropped and I swallowed hard. His erect penis jutted over heavy testicles. “I see Mister Happy wants to play.”
“He can play later.” Derek tugged my t-shirt off and examined the bullet lodged in the vest. A killing rage filled his eyes. “That bastard shot you.”
“He did.” I kissed him.
Derek kissed me back, took control and ravished my mouth. “That fucking demon is gonna regret hurting you.”
I stroked Mister Happy. “Oh he definitely will.”
A groan escaped my husband and his hand clamped over mine. “I need to check you over.”
“I’m okay. It’s just a bunch of bruises.”
His callused hand stroked over my badly bruised ribs. “You might have a couple of broken ribs.”
“Had,” I corrected and ran my finger over the tip of his penis.
Derek hissed. “I thought you wanted a shower.”
“I do but can’t we do both?” I needed his touch. I needed to feel the warmth of his body against mine. I needed to chase away the horrific memories of hell, of the needless suffering and my aunt’s part in all of it.
“Hell yes.” In record time, he had my clothes off and we were under the streaming hot water.
Holding my face up to the spray, I let it wash away the blood and demon gunk. It was pure bliss.
My husband poured shampoo into his hands and worked it into my scalp. Marriage definitely had its perks.
I slid my hands around to his nice, firm butt and kneaded it. “You’ve got a great ass.”
His large soapy hands caressed my breasts.
“And you’ve got a great pair of tits.”
“Be still my heart.”
Derek nipped at my neck. “You want poetry and pretty words?”
“No, I want you inside me now.”
The muscles of his hard torso flexed with a sinuous strength as he lifted me.
I wrapped my legs around his hips and his cock slid home. A moan tore from me at the delicious stretching feeling.
“Like that?” He thrust into me in a steady rhythm designed to make my nervous system short circuit.
“Ohhh yes.” Every touch, every kiss twisted the coil of arousal tighter and tighter until spikes of ecstasy roared through me.
His decadent tongue never stopped moving as Derek pounded into me with deep, strong strokes.
Multiple orgasms shook my body and I came apart in his arms.
Fabian banged on the bathroom door. “Bella’s injured yet you ravish her like some starving wolf?”
I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. Had I been screaming again? “I like being ravished.”
Derek kissed my nose. “And I like ravishing you.”
My cousin pounded on the door again. “Unlock this door. Now! I wish to see that my cousin is unharmed.”
“Get lost, you Italian gigolo,” Derek bellowed.
“Gigolo? The ravening beast calls me a gigolo?
Hank come talk some sense into your boss,” Fabian commanded.
“I’m gonna muck up that pretty face of his,”
Derek growled, pulling out of me.
I slid down his fine body. “Did you forget your promise to me, sugar?”
“No, ma’am, I haven’t.” His fists unclenched.
“No pounding the crap out of relatives. No matter how much they deserve it.”
“Good boy,” I said, petting Mister Happy.
“You’re killing me, Angel.”
His cock swelled in my hand. “It’s a great way to die.”
“I did tell you, you’d be screaming my name and begging for more.” Derek groaned as I ran my tongue along his hard length.
“It’s your turn to scream.” My mouth closed around him and I suckled the broad head of his penis.
A hesitant tap sounded on the door. “Boss?”
Derek hissed through gritted teeth. “Give us a minute, Hank.”
“Yes, sir.”
His hips bucked as I drew him into my mouth and explored him with my tongue.
Another knock.
“Boss? The Sheriff’s heading our way. There’s radio chatter about a big pile of bones, gunfire and bodies,” Ed advised.
With a moan, Derek pulled free of my mouth.
“Rain check?”
I glared at the door. “This is supposed to be my honeymoon.”
“How does two weeks in Maui sound?”
“Perfect. Just the two of us?”
“Yes ma’am.” His hot mouth moved over mine.
Granny Annabel popped into the bathroom and chided, “Children, there will be plenty of time for that later.”
I let out a long sigh. “Really? I find that hard to believe. I seem to be surrounded by demons, spirits and pesky relatives.”
“You must destroy the bones before the Sheriff arrives,” Granny instructed, floating around for a better look at my husband’s penis Derek quickly wrapped a towel around his hips.
“Can you stall him?”
An evil smile crossed Granny’s face. “With pleasure.” She vanished.
“Omigod, are you nuts?”
“No, I just want to spend time with my wife.”
Derek mouth closed over mine in a soul-rocking kiss.
A warm glow formed in my chest. He called me his wife.
Fabian banged on the door. “Don’t make me come in there.”
Derek roared, “Get away from the fucking door before I shoot you.”
My cousin laughed. “You do not have a gun.”
Derek pulled a Glock from under a towel and cocked it. “I’m always armed.”
I quickly grabbed his hand. “We’ll be out in a minute, Fabian, and I’ll need Excalibur.”
“Anything for you, bella.”
“C’mon, let’s get this wrapped up so we can spend a month in paradise.”
My husband dropped a quick kiss on my mouth.
“A month, huh?”
“At least.” Wrapping a towel around myself, I headed for the bedroom and some fresh clothing.
I came to an abrupt halt and stared at a twelve inch hand carved Aztec statue sitting on the dresser. It was the turquoise and gold statue from my vision. “How?”
“Granny Annabel had me retrieve it while you were in hell,” Fabian said from behind me.
“Wasn’t that a bit dangerous?”
“No,” Derek growled, “it wasn’t. Asmoday’s and Sophie’s attention was completely focused on you. He simply swam down and fetched it.”
“No Aztec booby traps?
Fabian gave Derek a shark-like smile and his grip tightened on Excalibur. “There were none, bella.”
“Evidently the Aztec thought eight thousand guardian spirits were enough protection,” Hank added from the doorway.
“And they’d be right.” I quickly took Excalibur from Fabian before he decided to stick the pointy
end in my husband. “I’m starving. Could I get you to fix me one of your wonderful Grinder subs?”
“Si, bella.” Shooting Derek a deadly look, he turned on his heel and left.
Hank’s professional gaze roamed over me.
“Geezus. Who beat the crap out of you?”
“My Aunt Sophie.” I sighed in relief as the sword’s magic flowed through me, taking away all my aches and pains.
“She hit you with her cane?”
“No. Her tail.” I grabbed some underwear from my bag.
“Right. She’s the one that became a demon.
You’ve got one weird ass family, ma’am.”
“Hank,” Derek growled in warning.
“He’s right, I do. Just wait until you meet the rest of them.”
“I live for the moment,” my husband quipped.
Hank’s eyes widen in astonishment as my bruises began disappearing right before his eyes.
“How?”
“Excalibur’s a magical sword.”
He touched a vanishing bruise on my shoulder.
“Trying to put me out of business, boss?”
“Nope, you’re an essential part of our team and the plan.”
I tugged up my slipping towel. “Plan? What plan?”
Derek grinned. “Dante and his band of terrorists were planning on releasing a hallucinogen at the Sun Dance Film Festival in Park City.”
“Oh and your team of…?”
“Homeland Security agents intercepted them outside of Kanab and during the firefight some of the hallucinogen was released.”
“This hallucinogen makes people see demons and spirits and things that go bump in the night?”
“Exactly and courtesy of your cousin, Sebastian, Dante and his gang of thugs now have ties to a Taliban group called Harakat Mujahidin,”