Spirits Shared by Jory Strong Page B

she was asking herself how it was that she was
lying naked with another man, his semen inside her, her mouth
swollen and nipples bruised because of him.
    He placed her hand on his chest, cupped her
cheek and forced her to look at him. "The three of us are meant to
be together."
    His lips covered hers. His tongue pushed
into her mouth. There was a tiny resistance, a tiny hesitation, but
then renewed acceptance.
    He kept the kiss gentle, reassuring. He
already understood her well enough to know she was much more
cautious than either he or Clay.
    He suspected Clay would have rushed her to
Vegas shortly after meeting her, but a year later he probably
counted it a victory that she wore his ring and belonged to him in
all the ways that mattered.
    A legal document wouldn't change that. When
she gave her heart she gave it completely. It was a testament to
her love for Clay that she'd allowed another man to touch her.
Claim her.
    Tekoa's cock filled, an outward show of a
desperate need, not only for her body, but for everything she had
to offer a man. He wanted what Clay had, open declarations of love,
the acknowledgment in public that he was one of two men in her
life.
    He nudged her onto her back and lay between
her open thighs. He lifted his mouth from hers. "Put me inside
you," he said, and moaned when she grasped his shaft, sending fire
racing up his spine.
    She guided him to her entrance and that
alone was enough to have him struggling to breathe. It might be too
soon to tell her he'd fallen hard and fast, but he could
demonstrate the truth.
    He worshipped her with his hands and his
mouth and his cock. His feelings deepening with each thrust, with
each sweep of her hands over his back, with each of her soft
whimpers.
    He gave himself to her. Swallowed her cries
of pleasure and release until finally he couldn't hold back any
longer, and then he poured his love into her with a hot rush of
semen and whispered words in his native language.
    "What did you say just then?" she asked,
long moments later, combing her fingers through his hair, her eyes
again like deep, still water. Mesmerizing and unfathomable.
    He nibbled her bottom lip. "Maybe I'll tell
you if you beat me at poker."
    The phone rang and she tensed. He gave her a
hard, quick kiss. "I'd better get that. It's probably one of my
deputies calling with an update on the convicts."
    He rolled away and Jess stood, snagged the
discarded shirt and escaped to the bathroom. She paused in front of
the mirror and the woman staring back at her wasn't a complete
stranger.
    She looked well and truly loved. She looked
like she often looked at home, after being with Clay.
    Only she hadn't been with Clay. She'd been
with another man.
    Yesterday morning that wouldn't have been
conceivable. But she couldn't say she'd given herself to Tekoa for
Clay. Or even because of Clay.
    She got in the shower and the hot water
cascading over her made her think of Tekoa's hands and lips. Of the
fluid play of his muscles and the heat that radiated off his
skin.
    This isn't casual for me, Jess.
    Unlike Clay's push-the-limits,
grab-for-the-brass-ring approach to life, she'd always been more
introspective, more cautious, but the end result was the same. No
regrets.
    No regrets.
    If she'd met and dated Tekoa first, she
would have fallen in love with him first. He had the qualities that
were important to her in a man—honesty, strength, tenderness,
intelligence, and that was a small sampling of what she'd
discovered in him since he found her on the road. Add those to a
body that was mouth-wateringly gorgeous… She'd never find a better
man to share with Clay.
    Her heart throbbed harder, faster. They
hadn't crossed that line.
    They would. And then what?
    Her gaze dropped, ache invading at the sight
of her bare ring finger. Before the conversation that had led to The Revelation , they'd been talking about possible places to
hold the wedding.
    She lifted her left hand to her mouth,
rubbed the smooth back of her