Stone Romance (Stone Passion #2) (35 page)

“Jeremy,” she smiled, stepping into his arms and breathing in his familiar scent. A wave of sadness crashed over her and she hugged him tighter. “It’s good to be back in your arms.”

“It’s only been a few hours,” he murmured, kissing the top of her head as he tugged on the long pony-tail that hung
all the way
down her back, the gesture something he started when they began dating in high school. It was one of the reasons why she
had
never cut off the long tresses.

“It feels like a lifetime,” she breathed, pressing her nose against his neck and kissing the slightly salty skin, loving the familiar taste of him. Suddenly, she didn’t want to let go, afraid it was just a
dream, that
he would be taken away from her if she let go….

No, she was being ridiculous. She forced herself to relax her hold on him as she tilted her head back and looked at him,
smiling at him
.

He chuckled, keeping one arm draped around her shoulders as the four of them made their way to the kitchen, the place they all tended to gather. After a few moments of idle chatter, he asked, “Is your sister’s plane getting in on time?”

“It is,” she nodded her head, thinking about the twin sister she hadn’t seen in ages. Melanie had flown to Paris after high school and hadn’t looked back, except for the occasional visit every now and then. She led a glamorous life in Paris, flitting from one glitzy party to the next, leaving a trail of broken hearts in her wake. Jenna once asked her what happened to all of her talk of fairy tales and magic and Melanie had laughed her tinkling laugh
and said
, “I grew
up.”

Sometimes Jenna missed the old Melanie but she knew that at some point everyone had to grow up. Well, it no longer mattered; Melanie was coming home so they could celebrate their thirtieth birthdays together, something they had planned on ever since they were children. Jenna wondered where the years had gone; it was just yesterday that she was twenty-four with a one year old son.

Sitting down and scooping
Lanie
up onto her lap, she smiled unto her daughter’s hair, breathing in her sweet scent. “She says she has a surprise for us.”

Turning her head, she saw the latest magazine, the model on the cover an absolutely gorgeous auburn-haired man with abs that could cut diamonds. There was something so familiar about him, the curve of his lips,
the
spark in his eyes… But of course she had never met anyone like that in real life; his abs
were
probably spray painted on. Ignoring the image, she looked up at Jeremy and smiled. He was a 100% real man, with laugh lines, a non-corrugated stomach, and a few gray hairs.

She looked around the room at her small family, sighing in contentment; life was good.

The doorbell rang and excitement bubbled up from deep inside of her. Her sister was here! Setting
Lanie
on the ground, she made her way back to the entry way, her crew following close behind. Swinging the door open, the smile fell from her lips when the most incredibly sexy man she had ever seen in her life stood on the front step, a large grin on his too handsome face. His black hair gleamed in the overhead house light and his
jade
green eyes glistened with cheerfulness.

Before Jenna could ask if he was at the wrong house, Melanie stepped out from behind him and captured Jenna in an enormous hug, “Surprise!”

“Lenni,” Jenna breathed, her eyes stuck on Mr. Tall, Dark and Stunning. There was something so familiar about him, much like the man on the magazine cover; she just couldn’t place it. Maybe he was a model, or something; but what was he doing here?

“Jenna,” Melanie beamed, stepping back and entwining her arm with the gorgeous paragon of manhood. “I want you to meet my,
er
, husband Armand.”

Stunned, Jenna held out her hand, jumping slightly when the man – Armand – clasped it in his warm palm, “It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mrs. Mitchell.”

“Likewise and, please, call me Jenna,” Jenna said dumbly, her thoughts whirling in her head. Shaking her head to clear it of the cobwebs, she stepped aside to introduce her motley crew, “This is Jeremy and these two little rug rats are our kids, Jeremy Junior and
Lanie
, short for Melanie.”

Armand shook J.J.’s hand before he squatted down, offering the little girl a dazzling smile, “Hi there,
Lanie
.”

“Mr. Armand,” the little girl murmured, staring at him with wide, curious eyes.

The man grinned, looking up briefly at Jenna before facing the little girl again. “Did you know that
your aunt is moving back to my place and that I only live a few minutes from here
?”

Lanie
looked up at Jenna with wide eyes but Jenna barely noticed as tears filled her own eyes. Looking at Melanie, she could scarcely believe her sister was coming home, “Is it true?”

Melanie
laughed,
a light-hearted sound that Jenna hadn’t heard in years. “It is. But there’s something we have to talk about.” With a significant glance at the kids and Jeremy, she added under her breath, “Later.”

Armand stood up and wrapped his arm around Melanie, pulling her into his hard body. It was apparent that the two of them were
in synch
; their bodies just meshed. Still slightly gob smacked, Jenna welcomed them into her home, following as Melanie scooped up
Lanie
and
Jeremy
led the small group into the living room. “I love what you’ve done, Jenna; is the artwork yours?”

Jenna glanced at the paintings on the walls, the portraits she painted of the children and a few still
lives,
and she smiled, “It is.”

“They’re amazing.”

After a few minutes of idle chatter, of Melanie and Armand seducing one another with their eyes, Melanie sighed lustily, “Do you mind if I find the bathroom and freshen up?”

“Of course,” Jenna said, blushing as Armand stood up and went with Melanie, caressing her butt as they went. Flopping down on the couch next to Jeremy, she stared at the spot where Melanie and Armand disappeared, “I think they are going to have sex.”

Jeremy chuckled, entwining his fingers with hers, “I think you’re right.”

“Isn’t Armand just to die for?” Melanie asked later that night as she and Jenna sat in the kitchen sharing an after dinner coffee. It was nearly impossible to convince Armand to
let Melanie out of his sight for more than two seconds and
hang out with the kids and Jeremy so Melanie and Jenna could have a sister-to-sister chat
. H
e was
obviously very possessive
of Melanie. And judging by the lust-fueled screams coming from the bathroom earlier,
he was also a generous and demanding lover.

“How in the world did you meet someone like that?” Jenna blurted. Even knowing the circles her sister travelled in couldn’t explain the perf
ection that was Armand. He was
an ethereal being, closer to an archangel than a man.
As her sister, Jenna also knew that he was overwhelming poor Melanie with his intensity.

A
tremulous
smile curled Melanie’s lips, “He was at a club in Paris; he came in with three other men and when our eyes met…. It was magic. I gave him my virginity less than a week after meeting him and a month later we were wed. Well, sort of.”

Jenna was a little astounded that Melanie had her virginity to give, though it shouldn’t have been surprising since her sister swore she was saving herself for marriage. But in the end, she hadn’t saved herself,
even if she
married the man she gave it to.
It sounded as if Melanie had been caught up in the whirlwind that was Armand.
Jenna was still a little unclear on
something
. “Are you married or not?”

“We are,” she hemmed, a slight frown on her face as she studiously watched Jenna’s expression, looking for signs of something; Jenna just wasn’t sure what. Moistening her lips with the tip of her tongue, Melanie said, “He was in Paris to break an old bond that he had foolishly made when he was younger and then he met me. He told me it was reckless but he didn’t care; he gave up his nights for me. And I accepted his gift. I’m a, um, I’m a gargoyle now.”

“Pardon?”

Melanie laughed nervously, twirling a strand of chocolate colored hair in her fingers,
“During the day I’m a gargoyle…
I’m still
trying to adjust
so please don’t yell at me
.”

Jenna
blinked,
pretty sure her sister had hit her head and suffered some sort of brain damage.
“A… gargoyle.”

Something pinged in the back of Jenna’s mind, something about gargoyles that walk as men at night because their father was Apollo, that walk as gargoyle
s
during the day because their mother was Medusa. Shaking her head to clear the delusions, she stared at Melanie who watched her with wide, wary eyes, as if Jenna would condemn her.

Taking her sister in her arms, she hugged Melanie and felt her sister tremble in relief. Kissing the top of
Lenni’s
head, she chuckled even as her thoughts were struggling to deal with her sister being a gargoyle. “What’s it like? Being a gargoyle?”

“It’s
challenging
,” Melanie answered hesitantly, honestly. “I’m still learning how to fly but Armand has been very patient; he’s eager to return home and introduce me to his pod of brothers.
He has assured me that they’ll love me but I’m so nervous.

“There’s so much to learn, to get familiar with, but Armand gets distracted so easily,” she said with a nervous laugh and a furious blush. “I’m sure I’d learn so much faster if he didn’t get an erection every time he looked at me.”

Jenna had no idea what Melanie was talking about but she knew her sister had to feel overwhelmed. Sitting back she grinned, “Can you
make love as gargoyle?”

Melanie’s cheeks turned bright red as she lowered her lashes and smiled slightly, “Ye
s; and
Armand is very… sexual in both of his forms.”

“Yeah,” Jenna grinned, scrunching her nose. “I heard.”

After a moment, Melanie licked her lips, the color fading from her cheeks as she looked at Jenna. “I’m incredibly nervous, Jen; tomorrow evening I’ll be meeting Armand’s brothers and I wan
t so badly for them to like me. Come with… please come with me.”

“Of course,” she readily agreed, concerned about Melanie and everything she was going through. Of course she would be there for her. She took Melanie’s hands in her own, offering support in whatever way Melanie needed.

“They’ll adore you, Lenni,” Jenna assured her sister with absolute conviction.

Blinking her eyes, Jenna was standing in an elevator surrounded by her family, her sister in Armand’s arms,
Lanie
in Jeremy’s arms with J.J. holding her hand. Jenna was incredibly nervous, with the sense that something important was going to happen. Giving Melanie a frozen smile, she tried to scrub her brain of the memory of the sounds that had come from the guestroom throughout the night. One thing was for sure, Melanie and Armand were insatiable.

And when the sun had risen, her sister and her gorgeous husband had turned into gargoyles, Armand a majestic griffin and Melanie a sweet if slightly demented rabbit. They had remained indoors, figuring the neighborhood wasn’t ready for a couple of living statues.
Lanie
and J.J. had been enthralled, even if Melanie and Armand had spent the day holed up in their room doing God knows what.

Jenna was never going to admit her curiosity to how two stone gargoyles could even do that.

“Armand has been telling me that I am going to love his brothers,” Melanie said, filling up the silence with nervous chatter, something she used to do as a girl. Jenna could only stare as Armand placed hot kisses along Melanie’s throat, seemingly oblivious to the other passengers, including the two children; he was simply lost in Melanie. “But I have to admit that I am glad you guys are going to be there with me for this first meeting.”