Chapter Thirty #2
“What do you think?” His husky but smooth voice quiets my thoughts.
“It’s absolutely beautiful. I love it.” Smiling, I give his hand a small reassuring squeeze.
“Enough to stay here forever?” His tone is suggestive as he pulls me into a rear facing hug. I laugh sarcastically while shaking my head.
“Very funny. Maybe not that much but definitely enough to stay for a while.” I lean my back against his chest and absorb the heat that radiates off of him.
It’s like climbing under a blanket that is freshly pulled out of a dryer.
Now, this is something I would never want to leave.
I could live within his surrounding arms forever.
He hums as if to give my words recognition before stepping away.
I watch him as he stalks away to some foreign hallway causing my curiosity to bubble.
Following him, I find myself with an exotic bedroom covered in loose white linens and dark woods.
The outside is accessible through a glass door facing the foot of the bed.
Looking around, my eyes catch a fleeting shadow just ten feet away.
As I near it, I find Ghost unpacking our belongings inside of a walk-in closet.
His caring nature doesn't go unnoticed as the idea of repaying his efforts comes to mind. Turning on my heel before he sees me, I make my way to the kitchen. I’m pleasantly surprised to find that the refrigerator has been fully stocked with a wide selection of ingredients.
Collecting the necessary items, I settle into making a dish of carbonara.
While mixing the pasta into the sauce, a set of arms wraps around my waist from behind.
Looking up, I am held captive by a set of icy blue eyes looking down into my own.
He smiles while extending a finger until it reaches the fragrant mixture before me.
Scooping a small amount onto his digit, he brings it to his mouth.
Moving his tongue around, he analyzes the flavors now bursting on his palette.
His eyes close as he groans, sending chills down my spine and into my needy heat.
I swallow hard and attempt to remove any trace of my thoughts that may be present on my face.
“C’est presque aussi bon que toi.” He hums sensually. His words only amplify my lust but I want to savor our time together. He has spent more time inside of me than talking to me since my return.
“Later. Now, we eat.” I say sweetly while slinking out from under his grasp. He chuckles but doesn’t push any further.
Plating our food, we sit on the patio that overlooks a small pond that is continually filled by a gushing waterfall.
Not too different from what is happening between my legs, I note.
Ignoring my horny inner goddess, I look up to find Ghost looking off into the distance with a haunted expression on his face.
Worry sets its claws into me as I am forced to reach across the table and grab his hand.
His eyes snap to mine but the expression does not leave.
I feel a compulsion to interrogate him but withhold any further actions to allow time for him to come back to the present.
He shakes his head softly, trying to break away from whatever haunts his beautiful mind. Finally, he speaks.
“What happened?” I tilt my head in confusion as I try to decipher his meaning.
Quickly, I come to the realization that his question is about the events that followed us parting ways.
I have been informed as to what happened after the crash and how everyone thought I had died, but I refused to allow anyone to go into detail about Ghost's reaction to it.
I just knew it would be too painful to hear.
I nod my head while collecting my thoughts back to the question at hand.
Looking back at him, I ready myself for the story ahead.
“After I had left, we made it to the runway. We boarded the jet and everyone got situated. I made sure there was plenty of food and water for them. Everything was good. While we were waiting, one of the girls asked about your pendant. I went into great detail about how it's a sign of protection and bond between two members. She expressed that she was envious of me. That she wished she could be that powerful. I had a brilliant idea of letting her try it on, because I wanted to give her that feeling, even if it was just temporary. We had begun to take off and were finally up in the sky. Just as she was preparing to remove it, there was a massive bang. We all were thrown around in our spots and people were crying. One of the attendants came over to inform me that an engine had blown. There was no time to react. One second we were in the air and then the next we were falling. The jet hit some trees and it was torn apart. I could barely hear and my nose burned from the smell of the fuel. I was okay apart from some minor injuries. I sprung into action and started looking for survivors. The captain was the first person I found, he was barely holding onto life. I had to leave him to keep searching, though. There were so many dead bodies. I saw her, the girl wearing my necklace. She was nothing but char when I got to her. I couldn’t bear to remove the necklace. I just…couldn’t.
After that, I managed to find a total of eight people still alive with small injuries.
We had no idea where we were. I wanted to call but decided against it in case the cartel was tracking my phone.
I tossed it into the fire and set out in search of help.
We walked over ten miles before we finally found a road where we had to flag down a truck.
He took us to the closest town that had a phone and running water.
I bribed the truck driver to get us all the way to a safe house.
He was even nice enough to give me his first aid kit so that we could dress our wounds.
From there, we dropped them off and he brought me home.
” I’m nearly out of breath, shaking as emotions are pouring into my chest. I want to cry.
For me, for the people who died, and for Ghost. The memories are all too much while they replay in my mind over and over.
“I’m so sorry.” Is all I can manage to say before the sobs take over me. Ghost rushes from his chair and pulls me into a firm hug.
“You have absolutely nothing to apologize for. You are alive. I should be thanking you for making it back to me. Even just knowing you are alive is the kindest feeling that I have ever known.” His words only make me cry harder but the emotion behind it has changed from sadness to pure bliss.
“Okay, enough of this sad shit. Can we get back to being happy again?” I ask while wiping tears from my reddened face. He nods with a smile before pushing a small piece of hair behind my ear.
Moving back to his chair, our conversation refocuses and before I know it we are in full swing discussing our lives' funniest moments. He tells me about a time where he found himself pantless on Christmas in front of a Prime Minister and I recall once when Ryon and I spent almost six hours superglued together in the fourth grade. My stomach hurts from laughter and I am caught in a coughing fit. Come to think of it, I can’t remember a time in my life where I did laugh this much.
Before long, we move ourselves into the living room and sit comfortably on the oversized couch.
Ghost’s hand grazes my thigh tenderly making my thoughts cloudy.
All I can find myself thinking about are his hands roaming my body.
Closing the space between us, I climb onto his lap.
Straddling him, his hands rest on my ass while I casually use my lips to flirt with his.
My tongue darts out and slides across his bottom lip earning me a disgruntled moan.
“Will you finally let me taste you, Amore?” He begs roughly.
“I bet you would like that.” I chuckle softly, continuing my actions before moving to plant small kisses on his neck.
“I bet that I’ll have you screaming my name by the end of the night.” His voice is hoarse as he tries to contain his composure. I decide I’m going to push my luck by poking the bear.
“And I’ll bet you a thousand dollars that you are hard right now.” I chuckle.
He shifts momentarily and seconds later something cool is pushed between my teeth.
Pulling it from my mouth I look down to find one hundred, hundred dollar bills sitting neatly in a money clip.
My heart skips a beat as I look up to find Ghost sitting there with a shit-eating smile plastered across his face.
This motherfucker will be the death of me.
Gripping his hair beneath my fingers, I pull his head back until it rests against the sofa.
He groans as I feel him hardening further against my thigh.
I lean down and take his bottom lip between my teeth while tugging it gently.
He explodes from his position and collects me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist as he rises from our seat.
Our mouths descend on each other, fighting for dominance.
Gliding across the room, my back collides with glass from a large window.
The cool surface nips at my exposed skin while Ghost begins undressing me.
He moves effortlessly, removing my garments until I am left bare.
Pressing me against the glass further, he leans away while removing his hands from my body.
Grasping the collar material of his shirt, he rips it in two and allows it to fall onto the floor behind him.
My libido reaches an all time high at his display causing me to pull him back into a death grip.
He nips and licks at my neck before biting my shoulder ruthlessly.
Without looking, I know he's left a mark and maybe some blood like the savage animal he is.
“You taste divine.” He chuckles, pulling away. My suspicions are confirmed as a small smear of blood can be seen from the side of his mouth.
Maybe it's wrong to be so turned on by the idea of blood and him marking my skin but something about it ignites a fire in my belly so hot that the world would crumble from its magnitude.
Moaning wildly, I move my hands to remove his shorts.
They drop before he steps out of them and seconds later I am impaled by his girth.
We whimper in tandem at the contact. I think he grinds out a “fuck” or two in the beginning thrusts but I am too captivated by the sight of him sliding in and out of me slickly.
His speed picks up as he hammers into me without mercy.
Pulling us away from the window, he somehow manages to move me up and down his length, he walks over to the kitchen table and lays me back on it.
Using my feet, I push him away and move backwards.
I motion with my finger for him to join me on the table.
He obliges by climbing up to meet my body.
Hastily, I climb on top of him and sit down on his engorged dick.
My right hand lands on his throat and I squeeze harshly.
A wicked smile appears on his lips as he relaxes his hands onto my hips.
Using my other hand to support my weight against his broad chest, I start rubbing our bodies against each other.
His one hand comes up to his face before he licks his thumb.
It begins to move towards my core but halts as he looks up to meet my eyes.
”May I?” He questions. I grant him permission with a subtle nod.
His hand finishes its path, with his large thumb landing on my bundle of nerves.
He makes quick circles while I continue to ride him like a bull rider in the rodeo.
He throbs inside of me so hard that it takes me by surprise.
Knowing we are both close to finding bliss, I pick up speed.
Sliding him in and out of me relentlessly until the pressure is glaring between my spread thighs, I cry out just as my orgasm wrecks my body in waves.
Just as I begin to come down, he stills and growls.
His dick jumps inside of me just as he fills me with his seed.
We catch our breaths first before I climb away from him and waltz over to the couch.
Collapsing against the material, I look up to the ceiling.
Seconds pass and he comes into view again but this time his expression is altered.
Sitting up, I give him an inquisitive look but all I receive is his face painted with uncertainty and a thin lip.
Rushing to sit behind me, I begin to turn around just as something comes over my head.
Silver chain crosses my vision just as metal rests against my naked chest. Joy dances in my heart at the realization that he managed to recover the necklace he once bestowed upon me.
My hands move to graze the pendant but I find it is not alone.
Something thin, round, and smooth sits next to it.
A rough bulge is attached to its surface as well.
I look down to discover that sitting on the chain is not only a French pendant but a massive fire opal ring that is encrusted with diamonds.
My heart stops instantly and begins a new rhythm.
Slamming against my chest, I spin around to find him now off the table and resting on one knee.
The world stops spinning on its axis while my mind plays catch up.
His lips move for a moment but my ears don't hear any sound.
He takes my hands in his and my hearing returns, bringing me back to the present.
I look into his blue eyes, lost in the world that is Ghost. Like an apparition of hope and destruction, he is fitted with an immaculate smile.
“Everly.” Is all he says but it's enough to cause tears to well up in my eyes. I nod as a show of attention. He continues to captivate me with those eyes as he speaks again. I hold my breath, for a reason unknown.
“There was no mistake when we were conjured. A piece of me melded with a piece of you and we were forever destined. Maybe not in the past life or the one before that, but our paths would cross no matter what. Even if we were two grains of sand, on some insignificant coastline, we would find ourselves side by side. We would be forced by a pressure larger than our own to eventually create some rare gemstone. In a never ending forest, may you be the seed and I be the soil that nourishes you. May you be the seed that gives me purpose. The soil that protects you while you grow. We together would create a mighty oak. For I have never known a love greater than yours. Don’t mistake my love for you as a weakness.
It’s this love that makes my soul dance and is the gravity that keeps me from falling to the depths of hell.
Did you know that the brain lives on for seven minutes after death to play out its most extraordinary memories? ” He pauses for a moment.
“My seven minutes would be of you, only. With that, I must ask... Will you do me the exceptional grace of devoting the rest of your life to loving me? To bestow your happiness in my hands and safety within my arms? To continue to be my weapon of choice and greatest desire? Will you, Everly, do me the immeasurable honor of allowing me to be your husband?”