The Gift of Sky and Soil (Father Sky Book 1)

by Gillian Zane

  “What do I have to do?” Liam asked.

  I couldn’t convince Liam to come back with us. No matter how much I cajoled and tried to reassure him, he refused. For now. He was frustrated and freaked out. He wasn’t thinking straight, but he was now one of us. I could feel it. He said he was going to visit with his sister, tell her about the dogs. He lived with her. Right out of the military with a recent discharge. Barely back home. Only a week.

  He promised after he talked to his sister, he would find us. I gave him my address, told him to remember it and to not talk to anyone he didn’t know. We tried to explain how if he smelled Earth to run. To run away like he had from the dogs. I didn’t want him to go, but what was there for us to do? We couldn’t force him. I couldn’t hold him hostage. He had made the choice to align with us. We could only hope for the best.

  “I don’t know, I don’t trust him.” Zeke threw my key fob on the counter and it slid to a stop right where it was supposed to.

  “He’s scared, but he didn’t align with her. What isn’t there to trust? You smelled it when he made the decision. He’s one of us now.” I grabbed a bottle of wine; it had been one of those days. We hadn’t gone home after talking to Liam, deciding instead to pick up some things we needed at the hardware store. Zeke wanted to incorporate chickens into our homestead, since eggs were getting hard to find, and my neighbors said I could take a rooster and four hens off their hands because they had too many.

  “I don’t know.” Zeke washed his hands and said something I couldn’t make out because of the water. Uncorking the bottle, I poured a glass for Zeke and myself and handed him his glass. He smiled in thanks.

  “It kind of feels like we’ve been in this bubble, all by ourselves, dealing with the issues we both have. I get how you can be wary of adding someone else to our nice balance here.”

  “I’m sure you are all about it.” His tone was odd, and I frowned.

  “I am. I think we need help. Especially from an Army Ranger. The Mother is probably amassing an army. How can we fight that with just us?”

  “That’s not—” he sighed, swallowing his words.

  “What is it?” I placed a hand on his chest, and he moved back from me, making me frown.

  “I just like it with the two of us. But I guess you would prefer a military guy to a science geek.” He turned his back on me, and I knew what this was, and something inside of me burst open in excitement. He was jealous. He was jealous of Liam!

  “Nothing will change, Zeke. And I think I might prefer science geek over military guy any day,” I expected him to turn around but he didn't.

  “I told the lab I would check in with them this afternoon. I’ll be in my cottage for a bit.” He picked up his wine glass and walked out onto the porch, not looking back.

  Well, okay.

  And men thought we were confusing, throwing up mixed signals. I needed a swim to clear my head. I grabbed my wine glass, went upstairs to change into a swimsuit, and then back down to the pool for laps. I needed to get out of my head. I needed to get Zeke out of my head.

  I had lost count of my laps when I spotted a shadow and surfaced, seeing Zeke standing near the edge of the pool.

  “Look, I’m sorry, Miley, really. I wasn’t thinking straight. Sorry about how I acted earlier.”

  “You’re fine, Zeke, I get it.” I swam to the edge, but he was already stepping back. Walking away into the garden. The sun had begun to set and bathed the entire area in a red like glow from the Saharan dust that was being sucked in from Africa and the many storms churning through the Atlantic.

  “Zeke.” I pulled myself out of the pool and ran after him, catching up to him in the garden. I grabbed his arm. “Stop. Why are you running away?”

  “I’m not running away. I’m just giving you space. I took over your life. I feel fucking terrible about it.”

  “You didn’t take over my life, and even if you did, I like that you’re here. I don’t feel alone anymore.” I looked away because I could feel a stupid blush on my cheeks. I could parade around in nothing, not the bit embarrassed about showing off my body, but I was blushing over words.

  “I know, I’m here for you too. I’m great company, but I get if you want to…” he trailed off.

  “Want to, what?”

  “That we’ll bring in more people, and it just won’t be me. You won’t be alone, and we’ll have more.”

  “They still won’t be you, though, Zeke.” I poked him in the chest.

  “I can’t talk to you like this,” he huffed.

  “Like what?” I asked offended.

  “In practically nothing, crap.” He tried to turn away, and I laughed. I knew what was bothering him, the same thing that wasn’t bothering me, my damn near almost nudity. I did a quick peek, and sure enough, he tried to adjust himself without me noticing. Sneaky, sneaky Zeke. He was jealous. He was popping wood when I wore a bathing suit. So, why was he playing so hard to get? Probably because I had been playing the same game. We were circling each other, poking and prodding, but never coming together, and I had probably started it. How was he supposed to know I wanted it, when only a few days ago I had pushed him away?

  “What’s the matter, Zeke? You don’t like my suit?” I posed, putting a hand on my hip and pushing my breasts toward him, my nipples hardening just from the attention his eyes gave them. Might as well let him know where I stood in the best way I could.

  “You know I like your damn suit. I can’t get enough of your damn suit,” he huffed again, and I smiled broadly.

  “Then why didn’t you say so.” I took a step forward, looking up at him, my breasts pressed against his chest, leaving wet marks on his shirt. My eyes were level with his chin, so I craned my neck back and gave him the most challenging look I could muster.

  Bring it on.

  26

  I didn’t hesitate this time. I didn’t wait for her to give me some kind of out so I could run away. The way she looked at me was enough of an invitation. I dropped my head down and took her lips with mine. She tasted of wine and sunlight. I had already been erect, and just this slightest sexual contact had begun a thrumming in my dick that would only be slacked by one thing - well two, her mouth or her pussy. All thoughts fled as I wrapped myself in Miley. Any doubt fled as she contoured her body to mine as I explored her mouth with my own. She whispered my name as I kissed across her cheek and pushed her wet hair away, so I could kiss her neck, reveling in the smell of her, the feel, and her taste.

  I pressed her against her planting table in a corner of the garden, and she jumped up, her ass on the wood of the table, her legs going around me. She wore nothing but a bathing suit, a wet bathing suit, which was now pressed up against my crotch. I could feel her heat beneath the thin material, and I needed to rip it away, to plunge inside of her, but I needed to be patient. She needed to be pleased, I needed to show her how much she deserved. I was sweating from holding back, from trying to give her some pleasure before I took her like a beast. Her legs constricted against me, pressing me closer, and I dropped my head against her shoulder and moaned in agony as she thrust against me. I held onto her with every ounce of my strength, knowing if I let go, I would just crash around her.

  I wanted to take her, but not on this table. Not like this.

  “C’mon, can we go to somewhere more appropriate?” I asked her, and she smiled against my lips.

  “Yes.” She pushed me away and jumped down from the table, her top askew, revealing so much tempting skin, but not enough. She grabbed my hand, but instead of leading me inside the house, she walked us deeper into the garden. She led me to the expanse of grass near the vegetable garden, the same area we had shared that first kiss. She pushed me away with both her hands as I tried to go in for another kiss. I frowned, but then I stared in awe as she reached behind her and undid her top. She let it drop to the ground, revealing her perfect breasts.

  They were large, dark nipples jutting up from their gold expanses. Hard as a rock, she cupped t
hem and let them drop down, making my dick jump in response. Her fingers went to her bottom, slipping into the sides and pulling them down to her ankles. She kicked them away and stood before me nude. Her golden skin went on for miles, perfectly tone legs leading to a bare pussy that glistened with the pool water and her need.

  I began to undress as she watched, her eyes following my every movement. I kicked off my shoes and tried not to bumble with my socks and then the shirt over my head. I felt rejuvenated when her eyes heated as she watched me undo my fly, pulling down my pants and boxer briefs in one move, revealing myself to her in a quick motion. I wasn’t insecure, which I was surprised about. I had been trying to bulk up more in the downtime in the last few years, and was proud with the results, but I was still what would be described as skinny. My dick wasn’t huge, what I would consider maybe a little better than average, but the way her eyes widened and she licked her lips, I might as well have had the cock of a horse. Talk about stroking a guy’s ego.

  “Come here.” Her voice was a laugh, and I covered the distance between us slowly, watching her face, urged on by the desire I saw there.

  “You’re stunning,” were my words before we collided.

  “So are you,” she said as her head fell back to allow my lips to find purchase.

  Her body pressed against mine, and being almost a foot taller than her, my dick pressed against her stomach enticingly. It throbbed wanting to be encased inside of her, but I held myself at bay. My self-control was something to be commended. She needed to be worshipped, and I wanted to watch her come before we got to that point. I wanted to watch her shatter.

  When her hands wrapped around my length, I nearly lost all self-control. I was a weak man.

  “Miley, wait.” I didn’t want to make a fool of myself, and her hands were doing something that was going to facilitate that.

  “I want to taste you.” Her words had their intended consequence—I lost all ability to think.

  27

  Zeke was absolutely perfect. His length filled my hands as I stroked and pulled on him. I could barely wrap my hands around his thickness, not too long, but I knew he would fill me to bursting. I could tell he was lost to the feeling, and it urged me on. I loved taking control like this, watching a man lose himself in my touch. I lowered myself to my knees in front of him and did what I had told him I wanted to do. I took his full length into my mouth in one no-tease swallow. His dick wasn’t like his body, it was thick and not too long, which filled my mouth but didn't strain my ability to swallow him down. He screamed when his entire length went deep into my mouth, my hand pumping him to aid to that feeling of full entry.

  “Miley.” His hands were in my hair, not being forceful, but he held me in place as I went back and forth over his cock, sucking and yanking, loving the feel of him deep in my throat. I knelt on the lawn, my legs spread, and I could feel the tickle of the grass against my pussy. It was erotic as I ground against the strands as I sucked hard on Zeke’s cock.

  I knew this would be quick. It’s why I had taken to my knees first. He tensed, and I smiled around him as my hand pumped him harder, my tongue swirling his tip.

  “I’m going to come.” His voice was strained, a warning so I could choose what I wanted to do. I chose to swallow him deeper, loving the feel of him erupting inside my mouth, the salty liquid swallowed down as I continued to pump around him.

  He pulled me away from him with a curse, his cock still semi-hard as it fell against his leg. I smiled in satisfaction, gloating up at him as he stared down at me stunned.

  “You’re proud of yourself,” he laughed, and I nodded, but then I squealed as he took me to the ground. I tensed in anticipation as his hands spread my legs, his fingers finding my clit and making me cry out and press my hips up. He sucked a nipple into his mouth as his fingers spread me, circling and circling as he bit down, making me cry out, and the river of anticipation exploded with no lead up. I had come. I had come so fast I doubted what had happened.

  I fell back from him, my arms splayed across the grass. He looked down at me with a smug look on his face.

  “Now you’re proud of yourself.” My words came out all breathy as if I had just run a mile.

  “I am. Now, for more.” He kissed his way down my body, spreading my legs with his wide shoulders as he settled between my legs.

  “No, no.” I tried to close my legs. I wanted him inside of me. I didn’t want more foreplay. I wanted to fuck. My fingers found his hair, and I tried to pull him away, but there was something pulling me back. I gaped as green vines pulled my hands to the ground. The cucumber vines restrained me, spread eagle, and I couldn’t move.

  Zeke sat back and laughed, looking at me with fire in his eyes.

  “This is the most erotic thing I have ever seen.” I tried to move and couldn’t. It had my legs and my arms. There was no sense of panic or fear. It actually was kind of erotic. I wanted to be in control. I wanted to show him exactly what I wanted to do, but he had taken that away from me. All I could do was give in, and it was freeing.

  He was looking at something near my wrists, and a grin spread over his face.

  “What?” My voice was still breathy and sounded so young.

  The snap of vegetation, and he held a large cucumber in his hand. I swallowed hard as he trailed the fruit across my body, circling my nipples with it.

  “I can feel it, like it’s part of me, not quite like a finger, but close.” I closed my eyes at Zeke’s words, knowing what he was going to do and unsure how I felt about it. The cucumber had tiny spikes on it. I knew that from picking them since they were in such abundance in my garden. It wasn’t like thorns, just slight little spikes about enough to leave a scratch on the skin but nothing more. Not enough to bring real pain. He pressed it against my pussy, against the wet, slick opening.

  “You’re going to hold still now, right?” I nodded my head emphatically, trying not to squirm against what he was doing. He did something with the cucumber and his hand, but I was more worried about what he was about to do with his mouth.

  He bent over me, tracing a tongue along my slit, making me cry out and forcing my hips toward his face. He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I felt the pressure as the fruit pressed into me. I braced for the pain, from the spikes, but nothing was there, it was smooth and slick as it entered me.

  “Zeke,” I yelled his name as he slowly pushed the fruit into me as his tongue did a number on my clit. In and out it went while he sucked me deeper and deeper, the grass brushing at every point in my body. My breasts were on fire, the wind brushing across them and giving them some relief. I bucked and twisted, but the vines held me in place as Zeke fucked me with the cucumber.

  “I feel it, I feel the grass against your body. I feel the cucumber as if it is a part of me. I even feel the vines as they restrain you,” he said in a far-off dreamy voice as the orgasm crashed over me, this one violent, breaking the vines away from my wrists as I grabbed his hair and moaned out my release, forcing him to give me more pressure to fill the momentum. When he pulled the cucumber from me, I gave him no time to hold me down again. The vines retreated, and I wasn’t done. I needed more, I needed everything.

  Forcing him on his back, I crawled on top of him, finding his cock easily and letting it enter my body with a scream. He sat up and cradled me as I found the right angle and began to move on top of him. Deeper and deeper he entered me until I was filled with Zeke. He was everywhere, on every point of my body, on every cell of my skin. On the outside and the inside. He was on the grass that still reached for my legs, the droplets of sweat that clung to both of our bodies, the wind that touched me as I rode him. He sucked and palmed my breasts as I leaned back and braced myself on his legs, my body moving up and down on his.

  “You’re everywhere,” I moaned as it seemed like I even felt his lips on my clit, between my legs, across my ass with each stroke. His thrusts raised me up, so powerful, all from him underneath me.

  “Are you going to come
for me again?” he growled against my breasts. I didn’t know if I could. Was it possible? I wasn’t used to multiple orgasms, just one, or two at most.

  “I don’t know,” I whined the truth.

  “Come for me, baby, you can do it. I’m going to come, and you’re going to come with me.” His fingers touched my clit, was that his fingers? Whatever it was rubbed a perfect pattern that did make me want to come, that did give me that build up feeling I wasn't used to this many times.

  “I am, I’m coming.” I fell back into his hands as he spread me deeper and thrust into me, hard and fast the way I liked it. He ground deep into me as his own frantic pants clued me in that he was close. As I crested over the top, calling out something unintelligible, he pulled from me and finished outside of my body.

  “You could have, I’m on birth control,” I panted. He fell prone on the grass next to me.

  “I should have used a condom. I’m sorry, I just don’t have any, I didn’t expect—” I shut him up with a kiss.

  28

  The wanting of her consumed my every waking moment. There were no more thoughts of pollen or gods and goddesses, only joining together with Miley. Only of being inside of her, over her, she over me. I was like an animal, with nothing but mating on my mind.

  After the first time, we had jumped in the pool to cool down and wash off. She let me take her under the water while she clung to me and rode me and let me fill her with everything I had. Then again, when we had made it to the bedroom, she had crawled across the bed, her ass so enticing, her pussy on display, I got behind her like she wanted me to, and I took her like the animal I was, watching us in the mirror on her wall as I thrusted deep inside her. She was so amazingly beautiful, and she was up for anything. I had never experienced anything like Miley Lopez before. The women I had dated before had been mostly college girls, and then later academics whose majors and careers were science based. Nerds and geeks as they so proudly described themselves. They had been experimental but almost in a bookish way. They weren’t wild like this, not so free, letting us come together in every way possible. It was freeing. Exciting. And kind of scary.