“Your soul is very old. I met you centuries ago when you were a warrior, and I was meant to save you from death. As the centuries passed, I was sent several times for you.” Broni gave a wry smile. “You needed saving a lot, and you were a favorite of the Gods who protected you. It became a habit of mine to check on you periodically, knowing your penchant for trouble. But the last couple of lifetimes you changed; became more educated, more refined. You had never fallen in love before. I was curious about the woman, and how you would adapt to a tamer family life.” This time, Broni told him a half-truth.
“What did you find out from your snooping?”
“That you had no choice other than to fall in love with your wife. She was as beautiful on the inside as her appearance on the outside. She was kind. Deena gentled your restless soul. You loved her and the children she bore you with the same dedication that made you such a fine warrior.”
Rhys sat quietly while she talked, memories flooding his mind of the short time he had been given with his family.
“You didn’t answer my question. How closely did you watch us?”
Broni couldn’t meet his eyes.
“Did you watch us at home, at the dinner table, or when we played with the children before we put them to bed? Did you watch when I took Deena to our bed? Watch while we made love?”
Broni’s silence confirmed her guilt.
Rhys suddenly stood up, grabbing her by the arms and pulling her close. “Did you watch me fuck my wife?” Each of his words were gritted out between clenched teeth.
“Yes.” Broni tried to break from his tight hold but was unable to do so.
In vain, she tried to explain. “Rhys, listen to me. I was surprised at your gentleness it was… it…”
“Is that why you offered to comfort me through the nights because you liked what you saw? Did it get you wet?”
Frantically, Broni shook her head, still wanting to explain, but it was too late. Rhys’s hands were sliding down her thighs until they grasped her gown and tugged it upwards, completely removing it, and then she was standing before him naked.
“I think I will take you up on your offer. You’re not a bad lay, and I could use a few hours sleep after you wear me out,” he said crudely.
“Wait, Rhys. You don’t understand. Let me explain…”
Rhys took a step back. “Shut up. I don’t want to talk about my family any more with you. I just want to fuck you and then get some sleep. Can you help me with that? Have you changed your mind?”
Defeated, Broni gave up trying to explain, knowing he wasn’t ready to listen yet, if he ever would be. “No. I haven’t changed my mind,” Broni admitted. She would take whatever time she could get with him.
Surprise flickered across his face before his expression turned harsh. “Then climb on the bed.” Correctly interpreting her concerned look at his angry expression, he said, “Don’t worry; I won’t hurt you. I am just going to let you comfort me until your tight pussy wears me out.”
Hearing his harsh words, Broni braced herself for Rhys to handle her roughly, yet her stiff body was gentled by a hand tracing her quivering belly and trembling breasts. Broni began to realize that behind his harsh statements, his pain was more than he could handle, forcing him to strike out with hurtful words. Even in his tortured mind and heart, however, he was unable to physically hurt her. Instead, he used crude painful words to keep a distance between them. It allowed him to take her without the guilt eroding.
His hands lifted her thighs, placing them over his shoulders, and his mouth went between her thighs. His tongue wasn’t gentle as he sought to raise her desire as quickly as he could.
Broni’s head turned on the pillow, unable to lose herself to the desire he was trying to raise. His tongue searched through the folds of her pussy, forcing her thoughts away from his hurtful words and to what he was doing to her body. Her hips thrust upwards involuntarily as his tongue surged inside her.
Broni groaned as Rhys feasted on her until her hands buried themselves in his hair as she came. As he rose up, his chest gleaming above her, Broni could see he was determined to remain aloof while they fucked.
His cock thrust inside of her with one smooth stroke, she was so wet.
“This is all I want from you. All I’ll ever want from you. Your greedy, tight pussy.”
Broni stiffened on the bed, his words dampening her desire, and her hands slapped at his shoulders as she tried to slide out from underneath him. Rhys’s cock slid out as he flipped her to her stomach, driving his cock back inside of her. Broni’s hands clenched the sheets.
“You’re angry because you want me,” she said, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. Let’s see how his ego likes taking the kind of beating he likes dishing out.
“You like fucking me. You never let yourself go with Deena the way you do with me. Did you ever give it to her the way you give it to me? Or did she cry that you were doing her? Did she suck your cock and let you come in her mouth? Or did she just do it, pretending she liked it?”
“Shut up!” While Rhys was pounding inside of her, Broni managed to get to her knees so she could thrust back at him.
“You two made love twice a week, but you never fucked her, did you?”
His hands went to her hair, pulling her head back as he leaned over her. “She wasn’t a slut like you are.”
“But you wanted her to be, didn’t you? Just once, you wanted to hear her ask to be fucked, but she never did. She was too classy for that, wasn’t she? I don’t mind asking.”
She rose up farther, forcing him to lift up as she leaned back against him. Reaching behind her, she took his hands, bringing them forward until they circled her belly, placing his palms against her there.
“Can you feel your cock going so high inside me?” Sliding his hands downward, she placed his fingers at her opening where he was sliding back and forth. “Can you feel how wet I am? I don’t mind giving you what you need. Fuck me, Rhys,” she begged.
“Damn you.” Rhys took control again, leaning her forward then slamming his cock into her, not trying to be gentle. It was what Broni wanted because she knew, at that moment, his mind wasn’t buried with his wife, it was with her here in this bed. It was all he was capable of giving her, all he would be able to give her.
Her pussy clenched on his cock as her orgasm stormed through her body, and Broni heard his groan in her ear, feeling him reach his own climax.
When he fell to her side breathing hard, Broni reached out to stroke him, her hand jerking back before it made contact. Rhys rolled over, giving her his back, letting her know without words he was temporarily finished with her.
* * *
Broni lived up to her word. Every time he turned to her throughout the night, she opened her arms and body to his demands, giving her generous heart to provide a few hours of release from the nightmares that chased him into his dreams. After several rounds, she lay by his side sensing when he would have been driven awake by his nightmares again, and soothed him until his restless movements quieted and he was able to slip into a deeper sleep.
In the early dawn hours, she rose tiredly from his bed. Moving quietly, she slipped on her gown, leaving him sleeping soundly with the sheet bunched around his hips as he lay on his stomach.
Broni silently left the room. He only needed her during the night. The dawn of a new day with her there as he woke would only fill him with disgust, and she was in no mood to hear his words of scorn.
Broni went next door to her own room, forcing her tired body into the shower. Exhausted, she pulled on a clean gown. She next went to her bed, lying down, and watching the sun climb outside her window.
Her door quietly opened then the mattress sank under another’s weight, causing her b
ody to slide sideways into the warmth of the waiting arms of her mother. Burrowing herself deeper into her comforting embrace, she let the tears fall that she had been holding back.
“Do you want me to destroy him?” Her mother’s words drew a trembling smile to her lips.
“No.” A strangled laugh escaped Broni.
“Send him away?” Fate gave her another option she refused to consider.
Without hesitation, she answered her mother, “No.”
“Can I at least get Mother to fry his ass with a few lightning bolts?”
“That you can do.”
Chapter 16
Jericho was leaving the table when Rhys entered the room. As Rhys hesitated, Jericho spoke, “Sit down. I was about to go work off this breakfast, but I’ll join you for another cup of coffee.”
Rhys sat at the table across from the man. He hadn’t been intimidated in years, but Jericho would give any sane person a pause. His countenance never changed, not letting one get a feel for the mood he was in despite his friendly overture.
Breaking the silence, Rhys asked, “Where do you work out?”
“Fate fixed up a room upstairs with equipment. If I didn’t work out, I would weigh a ton with the food they provide.”
Rhys picked up a biscuit, liberally putting butter and jam on it before stacking his plate with bacon and eggs. “Mind if I join you, working out?”
Jericho laughed. “After the nap you’re going to need when you finish what’s on that plate?”
“No, after I finish the second one I’m going to make after this one.”
They dropped into a casual discussion on the work each did on Earth, discovering several interests they shared in common.
Going upstairs when Rhys finished eating, they worked out several hours together, each trying to one-up the other before coming to the conclusion that Rhys was sadly out of shape. He felt a stirring in his chest he hadn’t felt in a long time to actually care about his body.