Texas Lightning

by A Caprice

  She couldn’t see Vega anymore, but she felt it when he dropped down beside her and rested his weight on her injured shoulder. The pain ripped a scream from her throat, and she fought back tears.

  Dammit. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of hearing her cry before she died.

  She bucked her hips wildly, but the man straddling her hardly moved. But Vega did. His body flew over her head and she saw him land on the carpet in front of her face. A charred circle of fabric ruined the back of his gray suit jacket, and little plumes of smoke wafted from the burn mark.

  The screaming in her head quieted.

  Chase was here.

  He’d come for her.

  The yells of the other men abruptly cut out, and each hand and leg holding her down was removed from her body.

  Then she felt him. By her side.

  She was safe.

  She was home.

  Chapter Eleven

  One of the straps of her sling twisted and dug into her back. Andie contorted her left arm but couldn’t reach the offending fabric. “Damn it.”

  She felt the heat of his presence at her back a second before she heard him.

  “Let me.” He righted the strap and rubbed at the soreness it had created. “You get the go ahead to leave?”

  “Yep.” She turned to face him and raised a white paper bag. “With a pharmacy of pain meds.”

  The skin at the edges of his eyes crinkled. “I told your boss you’d make a full report tomorrow. I’m taking you back to the hotel to rest.”

  “Sounds good.” She leaned into his side as they walked out of the hospital. A blue SUV waited at the curb, and Chase popped the locks on the door and helped her inside. When he slid into the driver’s seat, she placed her hand on his arm. “Can we not go to the hotel just yet? Just drive until you find someplace where we’ll be alone.”

  He nodded and started the vehicle. Ten minutes later he turned into a field that abutted the airport. He cut the engine and they watched in silence as a plane took off, the turbulence from the jet shaking the SUV.

  “Will you show me?”

  He didn’t need to ask her what she meant. He opened up a broad hand, and a little disk of blue electricity flared out of his skin and hovered in the air. As she watched, it danced closer to her face, weaving patterns before her.

  It was beautiful.

  Her heart froze, then started pounding. She hadn’t thought he was lying, but seeing the proof was…well, it was something else. “That’s amazing. But how?”

  He shrugged and the blue ball disappeared. “There are competing theories among our scientists. An adaptation in our DNA. An ability to access more of the brain than the average human. The how has never really concerned me all that much.”

  She reached for his hand and ran her fingers lightly over his palm. It felt like normal skin, warm and slightly rough. “No, I mean how did you get it back? Vega said the drug took the powers away, and you drank more of the water than I did.”

  “Ah. Ever since we found out about Heaven, those same scientists have been looking for a cure. When I called my contact to track the phone I’d slipped into your back pocket, she’d been about to call me to tell me they’d developed an antidote. Apparently they’ve been testing it for weeks but didn’t tell us agents until they were one hundred percent sure it’d work.” His voice sounded peeved at being kept in the dark, and she squeezed his hand. “C.J., my contact, was already bringing me some doses.”

  “Just be glad they created it.” She started laughing.

  “What’s so funny?”

  “I thought you were feeling me up at the restaurant when you were just giving me your phone. And at the time, I liked it. God, that drug is such a trip. I can see why people get addicted.”

  They watched another plane fly out of sight, his hand warm in hers, a connection she didn’t want to lose.

  “It’s why I gave you the wrong number four years ago,” he said quietly. “I was being recruited to work for my agency and I thought the paranormal would be my life. I didn’t think I would get to have a woman like you, being who I was. And I didn’t think it would be fair to you, upending your life like that if I told you about me.”

  She examined his face, the clenched jaw, the five o’clock shadow. “Because you can use electricity as a weapon is why you left me?”

  “Yes.” He smacked the steering wheel and shifted in his seat to face her. “No. No, I left you because I was a coward. I didn’t want to take the chance that you’d reject me because of it. I didn’t want to open myself up to that again. My parents, the people who were supposed to love and support me no matter what, didn’t want anything to do with me because I was different. And I put that on you when I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

  “You should be. You cost us four years.”

  “I know.”

  She ran her palm along his rough jawline. “But you might have saved us too. I was a different person back then. Who knows if a relationship between us would have worked?”

  “Are you willing to try a relationship now?” His brow drew down, his face full of determination. “Because I don’t want to go back to living without you. I won’t.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “You think your super powers are an issue between us? It’s your cockiness that’s the problem.”

  He grinned. “You love my cockiness.” He flipped up the armrest and scooted closer to her, a devilish glint in his eye. “That was the first thing that you fell in love with about me.”

  She snorted. “I can’t wait to hear what the second was.”

  He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. “My devastating good looks.” She rolled her eyes as his teeth scraped down to her collar bone. “How I make you scream in bed.”

  “You are so full of yourself,” she said, but the hand gripping the back of his head pulled him closer.

  He pressed a finger against her lips. “Don’t say something that will hurt my feelings,” he said with a sad shake to his head. “It’s been proven men don’t perform as well when their egos are bruised.” He drew the finger a couple inches from her face and a faint blue glow lit up the tip, illuminating his wide grin at her gasp. He brought the finger down to trace her exposed collar bone and the gasp turned to a soft moan.

  Damn, that felt good, like a soft tickle underneath her skin. “Oh, that feels like… Hey! When we were in bed, did—”

  He pressed his finger against her lips, silencing her.

  She drew him inside. She curled her tongue around the digit and almost combusted on the spot. It was like licking the end of a battery, but in a really good way. She didn’t just feel his power in her mouth; the current of excitement shot from her tongue straight to her clit, lighting up every nerve ending along the way.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head. She trembled under the onslaught until she couldn’t take it anymore and released his finger with a pop.

  She fumbled with his zipper. Her body shook with need. They’d come so close, too close, to losing this tonight. To losing everything.

  She pushed at her own pants, trying to push one leg off her foot. She growled when she couldn’t kick it off. “Not enough space.”

  He didn’t answer, not with words. Shoving open his door, Chase grabbed her and dragged her outside. He set her on the warm hood and dragged off her pants.

  A plane roared overhead, the sound competing with the thudding of her heart. She reached into his boxers, grasped his length, and squeezed.

  Jesus, she wanted this man. Was desperate to have him inside of her. And he was hers. Hers for tonight. Hers for forever.

  He tore her panties apart at the seam and nudged his hips between her thighs.

  Andie smiled as she nipped his jaw. She wasn’t the only one who was desperate.

  Grabbing his cock, Chase rubbed the head up her slit and around her clit. “Are you mine, Andie?”

  She nodded. She scooted to the edge
of the hood, trying to draw him inside, and he chuckled. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel the slide of your slick pussy against my dick.” He tapped his crown against her sensitized nub. “Are you protected?”

  “Yes.” She grabbed his hips and tried to pull him into her, but he stood firm.

  “And you’re okay going bare?”

  Her core clenched at the thought. With Chase… “Hell, yeah.”

  He guided his cock to her entrance and pushed inside. Slowly. Wickedly. Every luxurious inch of him dragging against her inner walls, making her whimper.

  Chase slid one hand up her shirt, cupping her breast. When he bottomed out, he caressed her nipple, a spark of electricity stealing her senses.

  “Oh God,” she breathed.

  He pulled back and her walls rippled around him, needing him to stay. Needing him to fuck. Needing him.

  He slid his other hand around her hip, easing one finger between her cheeks, circling over her tight ring of muscles.

  When he surged back into her, another sharp tingle of electricity lit up her nerve endings around her rosette.

  She howled. Out and out howled like a wild thing.

  Digging her nails from her one free hand into Chase’s shoulders, she thrust her hips, demanding that he take her harder. Faster.

  It was too much. Too much stimulation. The sparking heat at her ass and nipple, the thick cock stretching her channel. She was a live wire, one that just needed the slightest spark in order to explode.

  And she needed to explode. Needed it more than her next breath.

  He gripped her tighter and took pity. Chase hammered into her, his jaw tight, his eyes mere slits. “Love you so much,” he ground out.

  Yes, she nodded. She loved him too. And when she could talk again, she’d tell him.

  Her walls clamped tight. Her muscles tensed. Everything within her drew into one small point of urgency.

  He pressed his finger deeper into her ass, sensation zapping every nerve, and she was lost.

  She convulsed around him, her body no longer in her control. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as she shattered into little pieces that only Chase could recover.

  He groaned deeply, thrusting through her clamping muscles. His cock jerked inside of her, and wet heat filled her core.

  Her orgasm went on and on until she could take it no more. “Chase,” she whimpered.

  He slid his hands from her body, removing his electrifying touch, and all her muscles sagged. She slumped against his chest, her mind blissfully empty, and just enjoyed the sound of Chase’s heart, beating beneath her ear. The warmth of his arms as he wrapped them around her back. The intimacy of his cock still nestled in her body.

  “So,” he said, breaking the silence. “What were you saying about my cockiness? Something about it being well-deserved?”

  She huffed. It would take a lifetime to cut this man’s ego down to size. But she had to admit. His confidence in this respect was well-deserved.

  Not that she’d ever admit that to him. “Well, as my grandpappy used to say,” she began, smiling at his amused groan. “Every dog has a few fleas.”

  ****

  About the Author

  A. Caprice is the pen name for an author who usually writes decidedly unparanormal romances. She decided to write under this name when the urge struck to create something a little wilder and weirder. Look for other paranormal, sci-fi, or whatever-else-doesn’t-fit-what-she-usually-writes-romances, under this name.