Rush (Roam Series, Book Four) (20 page)

“No,” she shook her head, lacing her fingers through mine. “Your immortal soul… produces immortal children. You have a son, from 1955.
And he wants to kill you.
”

I listened to her quiet, furious tone, tightening my grip on her hand.

“What are you
whispering
about?” Eva demanded.

“Leave them alone, babe.” West ordered.

Every possible scenario in my mind unraveled into some sci-fi mind fuck. “From 1955?”

“Yes.”

“
He’s immortal?
”

“Me too!” Eva cried, and Roam shot her a ‘shush’ look.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No. But he pushed his way into the house, and booked the same flight I had. He
took off in Jacksonville-…,”

“Before I could get my hands on him.” West interrupted. Roam turned around and adjusted Christopher’s pacifier as the baby began to stir
in his car seat.

“Did he threaten you?” I hissed, trying desperately to keep my voice down low enough for Eva not to hear.

“No. But he’s after you.”

“
Fucking bring it
.” I dropped a kiss to her neck, and she shivered, tucking her head on my shoulder.

“
I’ve doubled the security for the wedding. Just in case.” West reached for Roam’s neck, brushing his fingers softly over the skin just below her ear. She turned into his touch, closing her eyes.

I st
ared at them, thankful to finally see them together.

“
Temptations, please!” Eva called to the front seat, and West glanced at her through the rearview mirror.

“We’re talking
. In a few minutes.”

“
Now
.”

She stared hi
m down through the mirror, and my smile fell as her bright, green eyes flashed with amber. After a moment, a high-pitched frequency poured through the car before
Ain’t Too Proud to Beg
peeled in, mid-way through a verse. Eva turned to me, her eyes darkened to a honey-brown.

“Eva Anastasia
Perry
,” West fired, quickly controlling the volume, and Eva grinned, her eyes settling back into Roam’s lush green color.

“When this song came out in 1966, Daddy
had a beard.”

“Huh. Really,” I exchanged a glance with Violet, who raised one eyebrow and shrugged as though this happened every single day.
Her magic is getting more powerful.

“What else happened in 1966
, DJ Eva?” Violet murmured, winking at me.

Eva tossed her bunny into the air and caught it, mouthing the words to the song with a toothless lisp. I readied myself for an onslaught of historical facts
ala-Roam-style, but instead she twirled her red, curly pigtail in her finger and said, “John Lennon told the news peoples that the
Beatles
are better than
Jesus
and peoples burned their music in a fire!”

“Really?”
I turned to Roam, and she sighed as West turned toward the island.

“
People,” he corrected, clearing his throat. “Logan, your parents said they hope you understand, but they’ll see you in the morning. They wanted to give you time with Violet.”

Subject change. Got it.
“Did Mom and Dad decide to stay at the house, or a hotel?”

“A condo at
Sound of the Sea
,” Violet answered, sighing. “I don’t think your mom can stand to be in the same room with me for longer than ten minutes.”

“Don’t start.”

“She
seriously
asked Roam if I was a stripper.” Violet scowled, and I snorted, shaking my head. Roam groaned, turning toward the window.

“What’s a stripper?” Eva tucked her bunny into her lap belt, adjusting the yellow, terrycloth ears.

“Jesus
Christ
.” West pulled onto their road, and I grinned, turning to Eva as Christopher began to fuss.

“
The Beatles!
” Eva argued, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer.

He
swung into the driveway, and I raised my eyebrows at the new house between the shore and the Perry Beach Mansion. “Alright. Here,” he tossed me a single key, and I looked between Violet and West, confused.

“Is that a mother-in-law suite?” I asked, leaning between the front seats for a better view. I only had to wait a fraction of a second before Roam shot
a much-anticipated glare my way.

“It was funny the
first
seventy times, Rush, and if you call me your mother-in-law again, I’ll end you.”

“
Come on, Cam,” I tousled her hair, and she squirmed away from me, faking irritation.

“Go. You have privacy until
tomorrow morning, seven AM.” West gave me and Violet an amused glance before turning away to mumble, “Try to get some rest.”

I followed
her to the smaller house, realizing it very much resembled the original cottage from 1955. Carrying my bags, I watched her turn the key in the door. The black and white siding-shutter combination mirrored the main house, but the moment I stepped inside the little cottage, the similarity ended.

Everything inside the house was modern and new, and the entire back wall was made of floor-to-ceiling windows that faced the ocean. “He built this for us?”

“Until we decide where we want to live.” Violet kicked off her flip-flops, and I dropped my bag to the marble floor.

She took a step closer, her white, halter sundress the only barrier between me and her perfect,
hot body.

In a flash of
camos, panties, and white-blonde ringlets, our clothes were discarded on the kitchen floor. I lifted her up and against me, instantly hard as her full tits crushed against my chest. Her long legs wrapped around my waist in perfect rhythm. My lips found her neck, trailing over her throat.
So familiar… so right.

Everything about her is home.

“
Hurry
,” she groaned, her raspy voice halted with the need I had come to know so well from her. I kicked at a door, turning to carry her to the bedroom, but stopped half-way into what appeared to be an office.

The mostly-clear, mahogany desk would have to do.

“
Here
?” She exhaled sharply as I slid my hand up the back of her thigh, curling my fingers into the under curve of her knee.

“
I want you-
right fucking now,
” I managed.

“
I missed you,
” she breathed as I hitched her leg up, smoothing my fingers over her inner thigh. Only seconds of exploring through her panting breaths told me that she was more than ready.

Her slender fingers slid over
my hip, taking me into her hand. I shuddered, slamming her down onto the desktop. “
Now,
” I growled, and she threw her head back, letting her long hair slip over her shoulders and brush the desk. I began at her ankle, dragging my lips over her knee, up her thigh, and to her abdomen.

When
I slipped my arms around her hips and bent to pull her against my mouth, she arched her back, her hands skidding over my shoulders. Her small cries fueled my hunger, and she scraped at my skin, pulling me toward her.

I
glided my mouth over her stomach, cupping her breasts, sliding my thumb over her hardened nipple
.
Losing control, I squeezed my eyes closed, trying to steer my mind away from her warm, willing body.

S
low. The. Fuck. Down.

“
Logan,
” she locked her hands on my hips, and I met her clear, blue eyes. “
Wait
- I need to tell you… something…,”
              “
Vi,
” I groaned, dropping my forehead to hers. “
I can’t wait
. What’s wrong? No condom?”

She drew a shaking breath, and shrugged. “We don’t need one.”

I held my breath, taking in her words slowly.
She wants a baby, now, and this is her way of asking me?

My lips hovered over hers, and I let them curve into a smile. “You really want to do this?”

She nodded, her gaze never leaving mine.

I held her,
easing into her, watching her eyes moisten with tears.
Every time is like the first time with her.
That was my last logical thought before my obsession for her took over my senses.

She held on to me with all of her strength, whispering as I
covered her lips with mine. “
I love you, Logan, I love you,
” she repeated, the scratch in her voice enough to send me over the edge.

Moments later, as we both drifted back to the present, I exhaled, grinning before scooping her into my arms. “Shower time. Thankfully
, you’re already the hottest girl in the world. No beauty sleep for you tonight.”

She chuckled, gripping my neck and reaching for my kiss.

In minutes I had her pressed against the marble shower tiles, so lost inside of her that I forgot where I was. It took long seconds after falling apart with her again before I remembered the cottage. “I can’t stand anymore, I’m weak,” she complained laughingly as I lowered my lips to her throat.

I carried her to the bed
and tucked her into my arms.

Somehow, with darting trips to the kitchen that lasted no longer than two minutes at a time, we pieced together a meal of cheese, crackers, and whatever we could grab from the stocked cabinets and refrigerator.

“Are you sure you want this?
Forever?
” She whispered, sometime around eleven as we both lay facing each other, drifting in and out of sleep.

“What? This?” I helped myself to a handful of her bare ass, and she chuckled, wriggling.

“Rush.” She opened her eyes, searching for mine.

“What,
you?
” I corrected, screwing my mouth up into a doubtful blanch. “Well, I’m sacrificing a lot here…,”

“Lo
-
gan.
”

“
Vio-
let.
” I pressed a kiss to her forehead, tucking her face against my chest. “Honestly…
I don’t know my life without you.
I don’t
want
to know a life without you.
Ever
. And now- I can’t possibly talk about my love for you anymore tonight without breaking into song.”

She
smiled and sighed, her breathing even.

I waited for a while before gently untangling her from my arms.
Pulling on a pair of camo shorts, I moved out to the patio in the back. The familiar light of a cigarette on the back patio drew my attention toward the main house.

I recognized West
immediately. He sat on top of the picnic table, his feet resting on the bench. “Hey Logan.”

“Huh.” I
raised my eyebrows to the cigarette, and he flicked at an ash, shrugging.

“Don’t tell Roam.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure she knows.”

He took a long drag, shrugging again. “Yeah, me too.”

“Trouble in paradise?” I lowered to the patio chair, and he snuffed out the last of the butt into an upturned seashell.

“Want a beer?”

“I’m not twenty-one for another month, Mr. Perry, sir.”

He
scoffed before disappearing into the house for a minute, and then returned with two bottles.

“Thanks.” I tilted the bottle for a swig before
shifting my eyes his way.

“Let’s talk, okay?”

I sighed deeply at his serious tone, taking a longer drink. “Listen, I’m not worried about this Mathison guy. It is
impossible
to surprise me anymore, did you know that? Seriously, a fucking mermaid could flop out of the ocean right now, and I’d be like, hey there, baby, need some help?”

He breathed
with silent laughter as he lit another cigarette. “I know the feeling. No, I’ve tightened security, and I’m looking into this guy. I didn’t know that, though. About your soul.” He sighed. “Immortal children.”

“We’re not alone. Me, you,
Mathison… Will. Who knows how many other dudes are out there just creating an entirely new race of immortal people. You’re what- seven hundred years old? Did you keep track of every one-nighter?”

He stared toward the ocean. “No.”

“Well, if this asshole’s got a problem with me, then he can take it up with
me
. Not you, not Roam or Violet.”

“I wanted to talk about… something else.”