his
hand and shake of his head.
“Don’t apologize, Tempest. You have every right to feel
how you do. I wasn’t there. And as much as it pains me, I know
you were the one who went through all the trouble, hard times,
and I can never make it up to you.”
“I think if you want to get to know Dakota, then you
should do just that; but I can’t be involved in it. I can’t get past
my anger and it isn’t fair for him to see me being hard on you,
so I would feel better if you just stopped trying to include me
in the ‘get to know’ phase,” she said.
His body exploded out of the chair in a lightning-fast
motion. He spun the chair to the side and stood over her,
dwarfing her with his size and presence. Leaning down,
Maverick put his mouth next to her ear and murmured in a
low, seductive, yet challenging voice, “I’m not going to accept
that answer, Tempest. Mní kte shni yelo . ” His lips teased the
sensitive skin around her lobe and she shivered in response to
his touch.
“What did you just say?” she asked in a breathless voice.
“I said ‘I will not go.’ You and I need to get this out of
our system. You need to hear my side and I sure as hell have to
hear yours. So tonight after you close up the bar, I will be
waiting for you at your home. We get this done tonight. I will
be waiting for you my little icamna sapa . ”
The second Tempest began to shake her head in the
negative; Maverick clamped a hold of her chin, holding it
immobile. His eyes grabbed hers and refused to let go. A
gravity she’d never seen before from him filled them. “Yes,
Tempest. Don’t test me; I won’t be very happy if I have to come
find you.” He tilted his head closer yet as he dropped his tone
even more. “And I would find you.”
She swallowed. She didn’t doubt that for a single
second. “Okay,” she stuttered. “Tonight after work.”
“ Pilámaya ye. Thank you.” His mouth stole down and he
brushed his lips tenderly over hers. It was a kiss similar to the
one he gave her over twenty years ago on the night Dakota was
conceived. Standing, he backed away, still holding eye contact
until he got to the door. There he turned, unlocked the door,
and slipped through with one small glance back.
He left the door ajar behind him and Tempest could hear
the noise of her bar filtering in through the small opening.
Every time he opened his mouth and said something to her in
his native tongue, she got all rubbery and horny. It was
amazing to hear any words coming from him; but when he
spoke Lakota, it only affected her more. He’d whispered gently
to her in Lakota that fateful night and it had turned her to
mush then. Apparently, the years hadn’t hardened her resolve
to that language.
With a sigh, she slipped her sandals back on and walked
out of her office. Maverick was nowhere in sight. Berating
herself for looking, she forced herself to focus on her job.
As she closed up for the night, Mili was the only one left
with her. They walked out together and as they climbed in
their respective vehicles, a feeling of anticipation began to fill
Tempest. Knowing Maverick was waiting for her did strange
things to her insides.
With one final wave to Mili , Tempest drove away from
work. Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into a small
park. Suddenly, she was nervous about facing him. “Would
you really come find me, James?” she asked the interior of her
Envoy. An image of his stoic face flashed before her and
Tempest knew without a doubt he would.
Putting her car back into gear, she drove home. As she
entered her driveway, she saw a motorcycle parked up by the
garage in the spot her son normally parked his car. Tempest
turned off her engine and sat in the dark for a moment as she
tried to rid her body of the fear, anticipation, and other feelings
that swamped it.
Movement by the door caught her attention and she
looked to see the large frame of James Lonetree
hand and shake of his head.
“Don’t apologize, Tempest. You have every right to feel
how you do. I wasn’t there. And as much as it pains me, I know
you were the one who went through all the trouble, hard times,
and I can never make it up to you.”
“I think if you want to get to know Dakota, then you
should do just that; but I can’t be involved in it. I can’t get past
my anger and it isn’t fair for him to see me being hard on you,
so I would feel better if you just stopped trying to include me
in the ‘get to know’ phase,” she said.
His body exploded out of the chair in a lightning-fast
motion. He spun the chair to the side and stood over her,
dwarfing her with his size and presence. Leaning down,
Maverick put his mouth next to her ear and murmured in a
low, seductive, yet challenging voice, “I’m not going to accept
that answer, Tempest. Mní kte shni yelo . ” His lips teased the
sensitive skin around her lobe and she shivered in response to
his touch.
“What did you just say?” she asked in a breathless voice.
“I said ‘I will not go.’ You and I need to get this out of
our system. You need to hear my side and I sure as hell have to
hear yours. So tonight after you close up the bar, I will be
waiting for you at your home. We get this done tonight. I will
be waiting for you my little icamna sapa . ”
The second Tempest began to shake her head in the
negative; Maverick clamped a hold of her chin, holding it
immobile. His eyes grabbed hers and refused to let go. A
gravity she’d never seen before from him filled them. “Yes,
Tempest. Don’t test me; I won’t be very happy if I have to come
find you.” He tilted his head closer yet as he dropped his tone
even more. “And I would find you.”
She swallowed. She didn’t doubt that for a single
second. “Okay,” she stuttered. “Tonight after work.”
“ Pilámaya ye. Thank you.” His mouth stole down and he
brushed his lips tenderly over hers. It was a kiss similar to the
one he gave her over twenty years ago on the night Dakota was
conceived. Standing, he backed away, still holding eye contact
until he got to the door. There he turned, unlocked the door,
and slipped through with one small glance back.
He left the door ajar behind him and Tempest could hear
the noise of her bar filtering in through the small opening.
Every time he opened his mouth and said something to her in
his native tongue, she got all rubbery and horny. It was
amazing to hear any words coming from him; but when he
spoke Lakota, it only affected her more. He’d whispered gently
to her in Lakota that fateful night and it had turned her to
mush then. Apparently, the years hadn’t hardened her resolve
to that language.
With a sigh, she slipped her sandals back on and walked
out of her office. Maverick was nowhere in sight. Berating
herself for looking, she forced herself to focus on her job.
As she closed up for the night, Mili was the only one left
with her. They walked out together and as they climbed in
their respective vehicles, a feeling of anticipation began to fill
Tempest. Knowing Maverick was waiting for her did strange
things to her insides.
With one final wave to Mili , Tempest drove away from
work. Ten minutes later, she found herself pulling into a small
park. Suddenly, she was nervous about facing him. “Would
you really come find me, James?” she asked the interior of her
Envoy. An image of his stoic face flashed before her and
Tempest knew without a doubt he would.
Putting her car back into gear, she drove home. As she
entered her driveway, she saw a motorcycle parked up by the
garage in the spot her son normally parked his car. Tempest
turned off her engine and sat in the dark for a moment as she
tried to rid her body of the fear, anticipation, and other feelings
that swamped it.
Movement by the door caught her attention and she
looked to see the large frame of James Lonetree
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