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Before the tale ended, Aileen had arrived in the kitchen.
Both she and Ian frowned deeply. Ian shook his head and his hair spiked out
from running his hands through it.

After a long pause, Ian said, “Obviously we’re going to have
to go back down there and do something.”

“What do you propose we do?” Asher asked. He kept his voice
casual, but his heart pounded at the idea of taking revenge for what had been
done to those girls. He thought about the moment that Nancy touched the pillar,
and all he wanted was to hurt Mictlan and anyone who followed him.

“I have no idea. I think we need to sit down with the
others, including the doc, and put a plan together.”

Asher got up. “I’ll go get them.”

Ian put his hand on Asher’s shoulder to stop him. “Doc will
be all night with our guests and so will several of the others, including
Aileen and me. You both need to rest. You look like you’re about to collapse.
In the morning, we’ll have a meeting and figure out what to do.”

“The longer we wait, the stronger Mictlan gets.” Asher
stated the obvious. Everyone in the room had been at the battle on the Avenue
of the Dead. These people knew better than most that after losing a battle, the
Lord of the Dead weakened. In time, and by stealing the energy of others, he
would build his power.

“Yeah, but going down there half-cocked, without a plan,
will only get people killed.”

He knew his friend was right. Asher got up from the table,
met Ian’s gaze and turned to leave.

Ian’s voice stopped his exit. “That’s a nice bike you rode
in on.” Asher could hear the smile in his friend’s voice.

He turned back. “If we live through this, you can have it.”

“Now that’s an offer not even I can refuse,” Ian said.

* * * * *

He didn’t go directly to his bedroom in the house he shared
with Aileen and Ian. First, he walked toward the area where he kept the planes.
He touched the hull of a small Piper PA-30 Twin Comanche, opened the door and
climbed into the storage area. He took a mental inventory of all the equipment
onboard and began to think about all the explosives and other necessities he
had to fit into the small craft. Once again, he regretted the loss of the
larger Cessna.

“I thought you’d get some sleep,” Nancy said from outside
the aircraft.

He glanced up from his work. “I wanted to check a few things
first.”

“Oh,” she said, averting her eyes.

“Did you need something, Nance?”

“I was looking for you.” She still didn’t meet his gaze.

“Is Robyn okay?”

“She’s with the others. She knows what’s going on and she
seems to have her memories intact. I’m actually surprised at how well she’s
doing. I guess I prepared myself for the worst. Three of the survivors are in
rough shape.”

“I’m glad that Robyn’s going to be okay.” He paused and
waited for her to say more. She didn’t. She just stood outside the plane,
shifting her feet as if she were looking for something to do. “How’s your
shoulder?”

“Aileen worked her magic and it’s much better. Just sore.”

He only nodded. None of them gave much thought anymore over
the fact that Aileen could heal with only a touch.

Once again a long silence pushed up between them. “Did you
want something?”

“Like I said, I was looking for you.”

He moved to sit on the edge of the plane’s hatch. “Here I
am.” He hated the edge he heard in his own voice. The idea still nagged at him
that she would go back to fawning over Ian and he would go back to standing in
the background, pretending not to care. He wanted to believe he had taken Ian’s
place in her heart, but his own fears made him cautious.

“I thought you’d be in bed.” A blush crept up her face.

He jumped from the plane and took a step forward so that he
nearly touched her. “Did you go looking for me in my bed, Nancy?”

Her blush deepened. “I…I looked.”

He tipped her chin up so she would meet his stare. “You
didn’t answer my question. Was there something you needed?”

When her hands came up and rested on his chest, his heart pounded
so hard he felt sure she would comment. She didn’t.

“You,” she said.

He wrapped her in his arms and felt her arms fold around his
back. She traced light paths up and down from his shoulders to his waist. It
shouldn’t have been erotic, but just the knowledge that she wanted him made her
touch more than a simple caress. His cock responded in spite of worry and
exhaustion. When he pulled her ass tight against him, she wiggled for a moment.
He felt both torture and ecstasy, wanting more than anything to be buried deep
inside her tight pussy.

Her cheek rested against his chest and he leaned down to
breathe in the scent of her clean hair. She reminded him of spring back in
Michigan, where he’d been born. Nancy was the first warm day after a long
winter, and she was his. “I’m an idiot,” he said in a whisper.

She smiled. “I know.”

He grinned back, then scanned the area. The entire community
rushed around, taking care of the girls or gathering to talk about the events
of the day. The moon hadn’t come up yet, leaving them in near in darkness. Only
the work-lights inside the Piper allowed him a shadowy view of her soft
features. He saw no one in sight of the road they used as a landing strip. He
kissed her gently, barely touching his lips to hers. Her breath caught and she
made the most delicious sound. His cock responded to just that small sign of
her desire. His tongue slid between her lips and hers eagerly swirled around
it.

“Nancy, you taste so good. I can’t get enough of you.”

In response, her fingers curled into the hair at the back of
his head, freeing it from its cue. She pulled him down tighter, forcing him to
deepen the kiss. He eagerly obliged, running his hand from her slight waist to
the side of her full rounded breast before taking it fully into his hand and
massaging. The nipple hardened against his palm and he squeezed the morsel
between his thumb and forefinger, gently rolling it back and forth.

She moaned against his mouth, and suddenly his jeans felt
much too small to restrain him. Ignoring his own condition, he lowered his
head, pulled her shirt up and treated himself to a taste of her distended
nipple. Her breath caught on a scream, and it emerged as a chirp, while her
back arched into him. He sucked hard pulling until she bucked and thrashed and
allowed the waiting scream to rip the air.

Taking her by the waist, he lifted her up and turned to sit
her on the edge of the plane’s open hatch.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her brown eyes glowed as
they searched the area for someone who might be able to see them.

“I made a promise, and I never go back on a promise.” He
unbuttoned her jeans and pulled the zipper down before grabbing the waistband
and pulling them firmly under her butt and down her legs, panties and all. He
tugged her shoes off as an afterthought.

Her eyes filled with excitement.

“Asher, is this a good idea?” She looked nervous, but he
could also see excitement in her eyes.

He tugged her T-shirt over her head. “Oh baby, this is a
great idea. The best one I’ve had in a long time.”

Asher straightened and backed away.

“Is something wrong?” she asked on a gulp of air.

“No.” The woman of his dreams sat completely naked in his
airplane, waiting for him to make love to her. Absolutely nothing could
possibly be wrong with the moment. Tomorrow might be another story, but for
tonight, he would enjoy every second.

She wrapped her long legs around him and pulled him in
close, reaching for his belt.

“Not yet.” He pushed back, stopping her hands. “I said I had
a debt to pay.”

He dragged his tongue down the side of her neck and she
adjusted her head to give him better access. He continued down to her breasts,
giving each one his full attention and gauging her reaction to everything he
did. When he tugged on her nipple, she gasped, but when he sucked it hard into
his mouth, she cried out and clutched his shoulders. Then he lightly circled
the tight bud with the tip of his tongue, making her breath quicken. Blowing
lightly on the wetness he’d created caused her to say his name and close her
eyes.

She was soaking wet when his fingers found their way to her
pussy. His cock strained so hard against his fly that he wished he’d let her
relieve the pressure before. Still forgoing his own release, he pressed his
mouth to her neck and slipped one finger between her folds, gliding forward and
back. Her hips pressed against his hand and her mouth opened, emitting a soft
cry. Changing to a circular motion around her clit made her bite his shoulder.

The small twinge of pain had his cock jumping in his pants.
Still, he ignored his own needs, only shifting his weight in an attempt to
relieve his discomfort.

“Lean back on your elbows, baby,” he commanded.

Once she complied, he leaned down and replaced his finger
with his mouth, sucking on the sensitive nub until she moaned deeply. His body
shook almost as much as hers just from the musky sweet taste of her. Asher put
his hands under her bottom and lifted her so he could get a better angle to
pass his tongue over her more completely, lapping up more of her nectar.

Her head thrown back, she cried out softly. He sensed that
she held back so as not to alert the entire community to their activities in
the plane. He couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips as they covered
her clit and sucked first gently and then a little harder. After a minute, he
pulled the morsel taut with his lips, milking her arousal.

Nancy’s hips pumped and bucked in rhythm with his mouth. Her
breath came hard and fast while gasps and cries escaped her lips. Moving his
hand forward, he pressed his thumb into her sopping pussy.

“Asher,” she screamed.

He sucked her clit and used his tongue to thrash her
nether-lips while continuing to push inside her with his thumb again and again.
Her pelvis thrust against his mouth faster and her cries became louder until
she cried so loud a dog barked in the neighborhood. He licked her clit gently,
lapping up every drop of her sweet juice, while her pussy pulsed and gripped
his thumb. He wished her spasms pulsed around another part of his anatomy, but
that could wait. Slowly his digit slid from her and she bucked again before
pressing her foot against his shoulder. When he tried to kiss her clit again,
she pressed harder, pushing him away while her pussy still contracted in the
aftermath of her orgasm.

He was sure he wore a stupid grin. If anyone could have
heard his thoughts, he would have been embarrassed over how good it felt to
bring Nancy so much pleasure. Watching her lie exposed as she was forced even
more blood to his already engorged cock. Her eyes were tightly shut, her skin
flushed and her honeyed pussy was open to him. She trusted him. Asher adjusted
his cock and tried to ignore how much he needed release, before standing up and
grabbing a blanket from the compartment on the right. He covered her naked body
and climbed up next to her. Lifting her gently into his lap, he cradled her
while the remaining waves passed and her body shuddered.

Chapter Six

The orgasm had erupted so intensely that Nancy could not
bear for Asher to touch her pussy once she came. Her clit remained
hypersensitive and any further manipulation bordered on painful. She pushed him
away gently, but firmly with her feet. Goose bumps formed on her naked body as
the cool desert breeze caressed her.

How had he made her come so completely? Nothing had ever
felt so intense. Her experience in the cave had been close, but without
substance. He had been right, it
was
almost enough to make her forget.

She let every sensation envelop her, trusting Asher to take
care of her. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d completely trusted
another human being. Maybe never. He wrapped her in the blanket and held her.
His lips pressed against the top of her hair and she snuggled her cheek against
his chest.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Mmm,” was the only response she could manage.

She dozed, but felt herself being moved and opened her eyes.
“I can walk, Ash.”

“Shhh. I’ve got you.”

She smiled and closed her eyes again. He would take her to
the house he shared with Ian and Aileen. She should protest. She should care
that one or both of their friends might be awake and see him carrying her
through the house and courtyard.

What if Ian saw?

That was when it hit her. She didn’t care if Ian saw her
with Asher. Ian didn’t love her, and suddenly she realized she didn’t love Ian.
She opened her eyes and looked up at Asher. His sharp jaw was clenched and his
dark eyes focused on the task at hand. A fleeting glance around and she
realized they had already passed through the house and courtyard. He closed the
bedroom door with his foot. She heard the latch clicked into place.

He sat on the bed and adjusted them so that she rested on
her side with him curled up behind her. She could feel him hard against her
bottom.

“Don’t you want to make love?” she asked.

“It can wait. Sleep now,” he said.

His soft tone felt like a drug. The words were barely out of
his mouth and her eyes felt heavy. She remembered the moment between awake and
asleep. Her body floated in the liminal for a moment before sleep claimed her.

* * * * *

Asher’s soft mattress wrapped her like a safe warm cocoon.
Only the sense that he’d gone pried her eyes open and the realization that dawn
had not yet come created worry that forced her from the bed.

She tugged on her jeans and T-shirt and ventured out into
the courtyard that separated the bedrooms from the main living area of the
house. She crossed the yard and opened the door to the common rooms. While she
had been friends with Aileen, Ian and Asher for the past five years, this was
the first time she had ever spent a night in their home. Many people thought it
strange that the three of them lived together, but Nancy had always thought it
was nice the way they had created a family without the restraints of the old
world traditions. Asher was like a brother to them and an uncle to their child,
and there was no reason he shouldn’t share their home.

She felt like an outsider creeping around at night, and when
she saw Ian standing by the fire pouring hot water into a cup, embarrassment
surged through her.

“Tea?” He spoke as if her presence in the middle of the
night were a regular occurrence.

After a long pause, she said, “Yes, please.” She moved
forward, taking a seat on the bench by the long wooden dining table.

He handed her a cup. “How do you feel?”

Even though she knew he asked because of the events that
took place down south, she still blushed. She touched the bandage on her
shoulder. “I’m okay.”

“You should be getting some sleep.” He took his own cup and
sat in a large armchair at the end of the table.

She shrugged. “Where’s Asher?”

“He went to check on your sister and the others,” Ian said.

She got up too fast and winced at the pain in her shoulder.
“I should go check on them too.” Suddenly, she couldn’t get away from him fast
enough. It seemed strange to sit and have tea with Ian and not feel the old
sense of wonder and desire. He hadn’t changed. His good looks hadn’t faded, but
she felt no longing at all.

“Nancy.” He stopped her with the command in his voice.

She turned.

“Finish your tea and then go back to bed. You’ve done enough.”

“No. I should go.” She shook her head.

“You know, I wondered for a long time why you and Asher
hadn’t gotten together.”

She’d had her hand on the door, but at his proclamation, she
moved back toward the table. “You did?”

“Yeah. You’re so perfect for each other, but it seemed like
you would never realize how much in love with you he is. I felt bad for the
guy.” Ian took another swallow of tea.

“I guess I didn’t see it before,” she admitted.

He smiled in a way that made her think he might know exactly
why she’d never been interested in Asher. He didn’t say anything, and she was
grateful.

“Can I ask you something, Nancy?”

“Sure.”

“Are you and I still friends?”

“Of course.” She heard the shock in her voice.

“Then why do you seem like you would rather be anywhere else
but here with me?” One of his eyebrows lifted in question.

She laughed and sat back down near him. “I guess I’m a
little embarrassed.”

“No need,” he said. “I’m just glad we’re still friends. I
hope you and Asher will be happy.”

“Thanks.” She could feel the color creeping up her face.

He grinned and took his cup and hers and put them into the
basin near the sink. “Go back to bed, Nancy. Asher will probably be back soon.
I’ll tell him you were missing him.”

A giggle bubbled up inside her after one long look at the
man she’d been enamored with for the last five years. She couldn’t help but let
the sound escape.

“What?” Ian asked.

She kept laughing, shook her head and went back into Asher’s
room. The entire exchange with Ian had been surreal. Never in a million years
had she thought she would be reassuring Ian that they were still friends.

Asher snuggled in beside her some time later. She’d dozed
and his arrival brought her back to wakefulness.

“How are the girls?” she asked.

“Sleeping like it’s been years since they closed their eyes.
Maybe it has,” he added. “Ian said you were looking for me.”

“I woke up and you were gone,” she admitted.

There was a long pause. “What did you and Ian talk about?”

She rolled over so that she faced him. “Are you jealous?”

“You’re damn right I am.” His voice rose enough to let her
know he really was upset.

“You’re being stupid.”

“Right. I’m stupid and Ian is a genius.”

“No one thinks you’re stupid, Ash, but it’s ridiculous for
you to be jealous of Ian.”

“How can you say that? You’ve been drooling all over him for
years and now you’re up in the middle of the night, whispering secrets at the
kitchen table.”

She sat up. “First of all, I never drool, and second, no
secrets were whispered. I woke up and you were gone. I went to look for you.
That’s it. I’m not in love with Ian. I’m in love with you.”

He went completely still and so did she. If her face
mirrored his, she must look like a comic statue, with an open mouth and wide
eyes. She had not intended to say the words. She certainly hadn’t intended to
yell them during an argument. Why had she said them?
Oh, my God, I’m in love
with Asher.
She felt as shocked by the revelation as he looked.

Reaching one hand over, she touched his cheek. “I love you,
Ash.”

He took her hand and kissed the palm before holding it to
his chest. Still, he didn’t speak.

“I don’t know when it happened,” she admitted. “You’re my
best friend. I’m the stupid one for not realizing a long time ago how wonderful
you are. I hope you can forgive me for wasting so much time.”

He drew her down and cuddled her to his chest. “We will just
have to make up for all that lost time.”

His hands gently caressed her arms and shoulders, careful
not to touch her wound. Rough calluses lightly scraped her skin, creating goose
bumps. She imagined, for a moment, how soft his hands must have been before the
End of Days.

“Ash, what did you do before?” She didn’t know why she chose
that moment to ask and she didn’t know why in all these years she’d never asked
before.

He pressed his lips against her neck, quickening her pulse.
“I was in college.”

“What did you study?”

He kissed down her neck and nipped at the spot where her
shoulder met the tender skin. Gasping, she leaned her head to one side, opening
up for him.

She could feel his smile against her throat. “Engineering.”

She clutched his muscled arms. His kisses sent shock waves
from her neck to her already soaked core. “I… I took a year off before starting
at The University of Georgia.”

“Nance?”

“Yes?”

“Can we talk about this later?”

“I guess I’m a little embarrassed and I tend to talk too
much when I’m nervous.”

His mouth covered her nipple and she moaned when he sucked
the tight bud until it popped loudly from his mouth. Her body pulsed and
shivered with need. How did he know exactly how to touch her? How, in so short
a time, had he become so in tune to her desires?

“Why should you be nervous or embarrassed?” he asked.

Her mind reeled with a million answers to the question, but
his mouth covered her other breast and she couldn’t think straight. “I don’t
know,” she gasped. “I never…”

“Never what?” he asked against her ribs.

Goose bumps erupted all over her skin as his clever tongue
traced the space between two ribs. She wanted to tell him, to answer his
question, but her breath came in short gasps and she couldn’t keep her mind
focused.

His tongue dipped into her bellybutton.

The sensation was electric and shot directly to her core.
“Never said…”

His fingers grazed the skin between her legs.

Her hips lifted toward his hand, craving more, while just
that butterfly touch induced her clit to pulse and tighten.

“Never told a man that you loved him?”

One finger tracked a line down the sensitive skin of her
inner thigh to her knee and then up the other leg. When it reached the top of
the second leg the digit dipped into her wetness. She heard herself whimper as
it glided between her nether lips. Her entire body was on fire. He played her
like a master violinist and made her feel as if she were the finest instrument
he’d ever seen.

“Yes,” she cried.

“Yes, you have told men you love them?” He swirled his
finger around her clit and she bucked against him.

“Asher?”

“Yes, Nance?”

“Shut up.”

He chuckled, rich and deep, and she would have laughed too,
but the sensations he created between her legs distracted her from anything
else. The pulse of her body overwhelmed her and she couldn’t stand anymore. She
had to have him inside her, so she pushed his shoulders back with her feet.

He must have been completely caught off guard, because he
tumbled onto his back and sank into the soft mattress, twisting in the covers.
Nancy immediately took advantage of his position and leaped on top of him to
straddle his hips and rolled her pelvis forward so that her pussy rubbed
against his hard shaft from the base to the swollen head.

He grinned playfully, but she could see passion in his eyes
as he held her hips and pulled her tight against him. Rising on her knees, she
reached down and positioned him at her opening. She rubbed his swollen head
through her wetness before she eased down onto him and groaned, basking in the
pleasure of having him deep inside her. His cock stretched her to capacity and
still her body begged for more. She closed her eyes as her pussy throbbed
around him, while she cried out for fulfillment. She rose up and slid down,
letting gravity push him deeper each time.

“Nancy, you feel so good.”

“Mmm,” she responded. She leaned forward, placing her hands
on either side of his head. Rocking forward and back, riding him. With each
movement, the skin and sparse hair of his pelvis created friction on her clit,
driving her higher. She cried his name and may have begged for more, but she
was too consumed with pleasure to hear her own words. Asher’s hands pulled and
pushed her hips and he rose up to meet her.

She was so close to coming. For a moment he stopped and
shifted position. A complaint was on the tip of her tongue, but then his legs
curled under her Indian style, while his cock remained inside her. Her legs
wrapped around his waist. The new position changed the angle of penetration,
and he touched a spot deep inside her vagina that craved attention.

“Oh God, Ash. That’s so good.”

Her body sat slightly higher than his in this position, they
shared control. His strong thighs lifted her while her legs pressed against the
bed and her arms against his shoulders. The new motion felt different from
anything she had done in her limited experience. Their foreheads touched and
she looked into his eyes. The connection was deeply intimate. She had never
felt anything like it. More than sex, she felt like Asher was inside her heart
as well as her pussy. His spirit joined with hers. Nancy’s heart pounded and
her chest contracted from the love they shared. Her orgasm started to build
somewhere deep inside her.

His left hand released her ass and slipped between their
bodies. His thumb swirled around her clit. Grinding forward, she clutched him
tighter. The pressure of his thumb increased and she screamed as pleasure
erupted within her. Tendrils of electricity spread out from this new spot he’d
awakened. Nothing she’d felt compared to the all-consuming eruption that shook
her entire being. There was nothing but that moment as her canal pulsed around
him while he called her name and emptied into her. She wouldn’t have thought it
possible, but his orgasm heightened her own until the pleasure neared pain. She
saw explosions of stars behind her closed lids. When she finally opened them,
tiny half-moons marred his shoulders where her fingernails had dug in. She
kissed the marks while he held her close, and the waves of pleasure began to
subside.