by Nikki Landis
He began to move, pumping his hips back and forth, sliding in and out as he found a steady rhythm. My hands rose to his face and I leaned in, capturing his lips as he continued to thrust and plunge his body into my own. Every movement was an assault on my senses. He filled me so completely that all I could was hold onto his shoulders and take the wild ride he was giving. The tight knot in my core was building higher and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. His thrusts increased, his breath labored, and Tarek clenched my body tighter with every pump of his hips. He was hitting deep, and I was nearly undone.
The sex was animal and needy. Soul binding.
Perfect.
I cried out his name as my climax rocketed through my body seconds before he shouted out his own release.
“Synna, Synna,” he rasped into my ear, his voice hoarse.
Both of us spent, he held me to his chest as if I were the most precious treasure that he could possibly own. His fierce gaze held mine as his knuckles brushed against my cheek.
“What?” I whispered, unsure of the intensity that I saw.
The word had barely left my lips when he sealed his mouth over mine. He devoured my lips, licking, tasting, owning, and possessing with a feral need that was almost shocking before he pulled away so I could breathe.
Admittedly, I was a little dazed.
“I just needed one more little taste of your lips.”
Tarek could have all he wanted.
We clung to each other in the rain, our bodies still wrapped around one another while neither of us moved. As I stared into his dark eyes, I knew the truth.
One moment could change everything.
For me, the intimacy we shared in the rain was the pivotal instant that cemented my commitment. Tarek’s eyes glowed with that hint of amber in the dark, stormy night and I knew I loved this man with my entire being. The past was the past. Our future was all that mattered.
Breathless, my chest heaving with the exertion of the last half hour, I whispered the words that confirmed the feelings in my heart, “I’ll never think of the rain the same.”
Chapter 8 – Tarek
All to Myself (Dan + Shay)
“I’ll never think of the rain the same,” she whispered softly. “Every part of tonight was beautiful.”
Her words conjured an instant spark of lust at the same time they ensnared my heart. “I’m never letting go, Synna.” I love you.
She understood even if the words weren’t spoken aloud.
I didn’t expect her to say it back right away. Declaring our feelings would take a little time but there was no doubt that I loved her, and she felt the same in return. I didn’t want the words from her until she was ready so I wouldn’t push my Synna for something as important or precious until the time was right.
I scooped her up in my arms and headed inside the hogan, walking briskly until I reached the bathroom and turned on the warm water. Once it was ready, I settled her inside and then placed a kiss on her forehead.
“I’ll be right back.”
It only took a minute to grab our clothes from outside and I dumped them in a basket to wash later. She was rubbing the suds into her hair when I stepped inside the shower and stood with a grin, ogling all her curves on full display. She was sexy as hell and I immediately wanted to pick up where we left off, but she yawned as she rinsed out the shampoo and I knew it wasn’t the right time.
I helped her lather a sponge and bathed her tenderly, careful to clean between her legs without being rough. As she moved out from under the spray I stepped in quickly and washed in record time. Once we were both clean, I grabbed a towel and dried her off first. She ran a brush through her hair as I dried off and unashamedly naked, picked her up and settled us both beneath the covers of the big bed.
Her head rested over my heart and I instantly remembered a night like this one long ago, nearly six years prior when we hiked out into the desert with friends and camped overnight. She stayed in my tent, cuddling next to my body as the first stirrings of desire and romantic feelings began to blossom between us.
“Remember that night?” I whispered, tugging her a little closer.
“The tent under the stars.”
“Yes.”
“That night was the first time I wanted you to kiss me.”
Surprised, I tilted her chin up. “You did?”
“Yeah, but you didn’t.”
“I had no idea what I wanted back then,” I admitted. Brushing her hair back, I leaned in and captured her lips in a sultry kiss. “I have no doubts now.”
She smiled, her eyes fluttering. “I’m sleepy.”
“Rest, Nizhóní.”
“WHAT’S THE GAME PLAN for today?”
I made Synna breakfast and then cleared the table, sipping coffee with one arm slung across the back of her chair. “We’re going on a good old-fashioned Navajo wood haul.”
“A wood haul?”
“Yep,” I answered, snickering at her expression. “Wood is a basic staple around the rez. There are many elders who can’t gather on their own so those of who are able take trucks into the mountains and fill the beds with wood and then fill up the sheds for winter. August is a great time to go since the wood is dry and the ground isn’t too wet. There’s wild game to hunt too and we usually snag a few rabbits, deer, and javelina. If we’re lucky we may find a turkey.”
She tilted her head to the side. “We’re filling up an entire truck full of wood? Like sticks?”
Chuckling, I squeezed her shoulder and stole a quick kiss. “No, Synna, we’re gathering firewood, fallen lumber, and whatever else we can find. There might be some sticks though.”
“That’s a lot of wood,” she observed.
“It is,” I agreed. “Lots of hard work too but a great workout. We’ll have help.”
She still seemed a little skeptical. “I think I’ll need some boots.”
“You will. I can get you a pair before we leave. Watch out for ticks. They’re almost always close to deer.”
She shivered, clearly not liking the idea. “How long will it take?”
“We’ll be gone most of the day.”
An hour and half later we joined the group of trucks lined up at the top of the ridge. I introduced Synna to the others and we set off into the woods to begin gathering all the loose wood we could find. She never strayed far from my side as we made multiple trips back and forth to the truck. My stomach grumbled as I glanced at the bed and noticed it was half full.
“Hungry?”
“Definitely.” Her hand rose to wipe the sweat off her brow. “It’s a scorcher today.”
“Sure is,” I agreed, reaching for her hand, and leading her to the shade. “I’ll bring you something cold to drink from the cooler while I prepare lunch.”
“Thanks.”
It wasn’t long before I was heaping frybread, mutton, and fried potatoes onto a plate and passing it to Synna. She watched the way I loaded up the bread and began to eat it like a sandwich. Copying exactly, she took a huge bite and her eyes lit up.
“This is amazing!”
Laughing at her expression, I ticked my head toward some of the other groups that were situated under the trees and enjoying a similar lunch. “It’s a common meal on the rez. You might get sick of it.”
“Never,” she declared, taking a huge bite.
Once we were done eating, I took our plates and bagged the trash before resuming the wood haul. Sometime later and eerie feeling began to tickle my senses. I felt a presence that wasn’t part of our group. It was odd. I stopped close to the nearest tree and smiled as Synna gathered more sticks but as she turned away, I was on high alert.
Someone was watching us.
The feeling didn’t leave the remainder of our time in the woods. Unsettled, I tried not to betray any worry or concern to Synna. At the end of the day we said our goodbyes to the others, and I drove back to the hogan, watching the rearview mirror the entire way.
“You know,” I began as we pulled up outside, �
��I’m interested in your thoughts about the vision we both saw.”
She blinked. “Vision?”
“Yeah, when we smoked the pipe with the elders.”
“Oh, that.”
Frowning, I reached for her hand. “You saw what I saw. A vision of our future together.”
“A family,” she whispered, tracing an invisible line on the back of my hand with her fingertip. Her head rose and I didn’t know what to make of her expression.
“Tell me what you’re thinking.”
“There’s no guarantee that’s what would happen. We can’t predict the future.”
“No,” I acquiesced, “but I believe strongly in the visions I see. It’s not the first time I’ve experienced one or even the second. The spirits of my people are strong.”
“I understand you feel that way. I’m just not sure that’s our only option.”
Swallowing hard, I felt a moment of panic. What did she mean? “Could you clarify for me, Synna? Because I know we’re supposed to be together. It doesn’t matter to me if we have two kids, ten kids, or none at all. I just know that my life won’t be complete without you.”
Her expression faltered and I was surprised when tears filled her eyes. “You’re something else, Tarek Jones.”
“Tell me you feel it,” I whispered, leaning closer.
“I do,” she admitted, lifting her chin slightly. “There’s no way I could or would deny we have a strong connection. It’s just a little overwhelming.”
“Then the vision doesn’t matter,” I conceded, pressing my lips to hers as the last word left my mouth.
“You’re right.”
Brushing my thumb over a streak of dirt on her face, I was mesmerized by her flawless features and shy, hypnotizing smile. “Nizhóní.”
“You said that last night,” she reminded me, “but I was so tired that I forgot to ask what it meant.”
“Beautiful,” I answered, cupping her face as my forehead rested against her own. “Simply beautiful.”
Chapter 9 – Tarek
Don’t Let Me Go – RAIGN
“We both need a shower,” I observed as I led the way inside the hogan.
Synna gripped my hand tightly as I pulled her through the house and into the bathroom. Once the water was hot, I began to strip and then turned her way, easing the dirty, sweaty shirt over her head. It wasn’t long before we were both naked. The sight of her glistening skin and flawless body instantly spiked my arousal.
We stepped into the water and I insisted she washed first, unable to resist lowering to my knees once she was clean. Rivulets of water trickled over her breasts and then slowly made their way down the flat contour of her belly. Her perfectly trimmed sex was only inches away.
“I want to taste you,” I admitted, pushing her back gently against the wall. Lifting a leg, I placed it over my shoulder as I leaned in and spread her folds apart.
“Tarek,” she breathed, the fingers of her right hand threading through my damp hair.
I didn’t waste time and slid my tongue into her core, loving the smoothness of her as I familiarized myself with her taste, scent, and response. Alternating between licking and sucking at her clit and using my tongue to fill her tight entrance, I slowly increased her need, bringing her to the brink of passion. Synna uttered a slow moan and her body trembled. Her hands rose upward as she plucked and pulled at her nipples. I growled at the unashamed sight of her chasing her own pleasure, instantly turned on as my cock grew so hard it was almost painful.
Synna’s hands lowered to my shoulders as her hips began to rock back and forth. I slid a finger inside her, struck by the warmth and sucking sounds as her tight pussy began to spasm.
“Tarek!” she cried out as she nearly lost her balance.
I’d never seen a sexier or more beautiful sight than the woman I was destined to marry coming apart as my fingers and tongue coaxed every last shudder from her body. Cheeks flushed, eyelashes fluttering, she nearly collapsed in my arms as I stood.
Pumping my rigid dick a few times, I was pleased when her legs spread wide and she gave me a lazy smile. Her gaze never left mine as I positioned myself at her wet core and then glided smoothly inside her with a firm thrust. My lust and desire were so great that I had a hard time holding back and being gentle. I needed to feel her cum around my cock, and I wasn’t wasting any time in getting her off again.
My lips claimed hers, my entire body aware of the heat of her skin, her slick inner walls, and the way she seemed to clutch at my arms with desperate fingers. She gripped my dick in a way no woman ever had, and my hand rose as my fingers intertwined with her own. Pumping faster and harder, I rode the incredible high of being one with my mate. It was a wild ride as I thrust into her again and again, the steady rhythm bringing us both closer to the edge.
Synna broke the kiss as she practically wailed my name at the same time that I felt that delicious gush of fluid and the shudder of her body that proved she was coming as hard as I hoped. My balls drew up tight and the familiar tingle in my spine let me know I was also close. A few seconds later I let myself go, spilling into Synna as I lost another part of my heart and soul to her forever.
Early the next morning I lay in bed, waking much earlier than the lovely female snuggled against my side. My hands began to roam, my lips pressing kisses to every available inch of her skin. She was completely irresistible.
I’d taken her hard in the shower the night before and I found myself elated when she wiggled her bottom enticingly against my stomach. She wasn’t too sore to go again. I pulled her backward and slid into her slick pussy as she moaned loudly.
Rocking into her slowly, I began pumping in and out as the need between us rose and began to increase. Soon I was holding her hips, pressing her belly to the mattress as I rode her hard from behind. I slammed into her wet warmth as every thrust became more intense. Her hips pushed backward and met each plunge with little mews of pleasure. Synna’s fingers gripped the sheets as she cried out my name, her head tossed back as I wrapped a hand around the long strands. I knew she was close. Releasing her hair, I slid my free hand around her waist and rubbed a finger over her clit, pushing down before I pinched lightly. She jolted as her thighs began to shake, her orgasm soaking us both and triggering my own release. A few more strokes and I was filling her with every last drop and hoping that the vision of a son wasn’t that far away.
“Synna,” I groaned, completely and totally gone over this woman.
My mate. My future wife. The mother of my children.
I withdrew and lay on my back, immediately tugging her into my embrace. Brushing the hair back behind her ear, I made eye contact as I cradled her face in my hands. “Ayóó Ánííníshní.” The words were spoken in my native tongue with all the conviction that I had.
“What does that mean?” she whispered with awe.
“I love you.”
Synna blinked, bit her lower lip, and then leaned in for a kiss. For a moment I was afraid that she wouldn’t say it back or didn’t want to say the words, but I was wrong. She nuzzled her nose to mine and then released a shaky breath. “I love you, Tarek Jones. I always have.”
Neither of us moved until she rested her cheek over my heart, and we spent a quiet, intimate day in the hogan. I made love to her several more times and in that few hours only the two of us existed. No outside world. No danger. Just two lovers embracing happiness where they could find it.
Synna
“TAREK?” I ASKED, LAZILY drawing circles on his tanned chest. “We need to talk about something.”
“Alright, sweetheart.”
“We haven’t been using protection,” I began.
“I know. I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone in a long time.”
That was good. “Me either. I’m on the pill but that doesn’t mean I can’t get pregnant.”
He frowned. “How do you feel about children?”
“Oh, I want them,” I assured him. “Not yet, though. I have a career an
d things I want to do before I need to stay home with babies.”
He nodded, considering my words. “I can understand that. I won’t deny I want a family and I want our life together to start as soon as possible.”
“You’re part of a motorcycle club, Tarek.” I needed to get this out before he got the wrong idea. His expression was already guarded. “Your life is dangerous. The attack proved that. We should wait before we think about marriage or family. There’s no rush.”
He sighed, closing his eyes briefly. “I don’t like waiting.”
“Because you’re impatient,” I retorted, laughing lightly.
“That’s true.”
Tarek slid from the bed and walked over to the dresser he’d dragged into the room the day before. Rummaging around in the top drawer, his brow furrowed. A few seconds later he pulled a silver object from the inside.
“I have a gift for you.”
He sauntered closer and then spread out the silver discs that were the size of his palm.
“Wow. It’s beautiful,” I whispered.
“It’s a concho belt. I know you’ve seen many Navajos wearing them. I want you to have this one. It was once my mother’s. This one has turquoise inlaid in the sterling silver.”
I stood up as Tarek wrapped it around my waist and the jewelry stood out against the dark blue of the t-shirt I wore. “I love it.”
He smiled and then lowered his head for a leisurely and passionate kiss. “I thought you would. It’s not a ring but I’ll have one of those for you soon enough.”
I didn’t say anything about the ring. Part of me just wanted things to continue how they were but I also knew it wasn’t practical. We had lives that couldn’t be put on hold forever. Instead, I kept the conversation light. “You’ve been spoiling me.”
“Perhaps,” he agreed with a wink. “You’re mine to spoil.”
“Maybe,” I replied, teasing.
“Definitely,” he argued, tugging me against his chest as he swooped in for another kiss. “I’ve waited long enough, Synna. We’ve wasted too much time.” His knuckles brushed my cheek. “We’re together now and that’s how it’s gonna stay.”