“The medic told me. Emelee cannot have babies. There will be no biological heirs from me if I marry her. We could adopt…”
“If you’re telling the truth, I will ruin her. She didn’t tell me.”
“Ask her yourself.”
“You know what? This opens up another possibility. You and Emelee can raise Blake.”
“Mother, she is my brother’s daughter. I’m not taking her away from him.” Her mind worked overtime, finding a solution to everything, but this wasn’t a viable one.
“Get on a plane, Donovan, if you know what is good for you” was all she said.
I couldn’t wait to return the woman she’d sent to shackle me, get a glimpse of Tulya, and then tuck tail and run back to Hawaii. If heading to see Valerie in Miami was my cost of doing business, so be it. I had no plans to interfere with Blake seeing her mom. She should be with her every day.
Tulya
“There, yes, there,” I murmured, sliding my hand down to touch his cheek while his tongue devoured me…below. I was pushing him to go harder, deeper. Honestly, I wasn’t sure what I wanted. I only wanted and wanted…
He turned his head to the side, leaving my most sensitive spot barren and aching, while he took my finger in his mouth, using the most perfect amount of suction.
My eyes were closed, but I felt them roll back in my head. Every nerve in my body pounded and throbbed. Desperation and neediness left me moaning.
I wanted his tongue back on me, and my hips wiggled and thrust in his face, neck, anywhere I could try and send the message.
I was right there, ready to explode and come apart. I’d never wanted anything this badly as he swept his tongue over my already primed areas, my body arching off thebed. Somewhere in the distance I heard the fire crackling as Donovan went to work, taking me there, my mangled hand on the couch and my working fingers now pulling on his hair, pushing him closer.
I couldn’t get enough. I felt my whole-body gyrating, grinding—
And then poof, he was gone. My body froze, back lifted, sweat running down my spine, yet goose bumps littered my skin.
It was a dream. My phone’s blaring ring had woken me up.
“Shit,” I mumbled, sitting up on the sofa, my entire body now ice-cold, despite the fire crackling in the middle of springtime. I noted that thinking about Donovan now brought back the chills, which to the average Rubian would be strange, but not me. Heat was a negative vibe for me, and freezing was my pleasure center.
My phone, which I had forgotten about, started ringing again, knocking me out of my hazy state.
“Hello,” I said, seeing it was my mother.
“Tulya, it’s time to get back to what you do. And not the easy version you have been practicing. It’s time to test your outer limits, moving forward.”
It was a direct order, and one that brought an elephant-sized amount of tension to my neck. I knew better than to think my mother meant get back to my writing, which I was desperate to return to. “I don’t know…”
“You will do what you were gifted. The Minister would not have it any other way, and you know when I’m in that position, I will be even less tolerant of disobedience. It’s time to practice for my reign and this is a snapshot of how I will be.”
I wanted to argue or get back to my sex dream, but I knew neither would serve me well.
Inside, I prayed to never have to do a transfer or work with humans again. Speaking of humans, I thought about Valerie. Blake had told me yesterday that her dad—Magnum—said herUncle Don was going to see her mother. I tried not to beg Blake for information; she was just a little kid.
“Ceci needs you again. Her sons give her more trouble than any duo I’ve ever witnessed.”
I smoothed my hair at the mention of Cici’s sons and wondered if it was Magnum or Donovan she was speaking about.
“They may have gobs of money and brilliant business minds, but they are a shit pair of children.”
Now fully alert, I asked, “What does Ceci need?” I tried to calm my voice, but if I was honest, anything to do with that woman made me anxious.
I imagined Blake. Somehow, the child had almost become a meditative thought to me. So caring and innocent. For whatever reason, she didn’t hate me for what happened with her mother.
“Donovan,” my mom said with authority.
