Wild Rain
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She shook her head, the silken curls brushing against his bare skin. “Don’t ask me anything more about him. If it wasn’t for him, I would have been dead a long time ago. I owe him so much. You have no idea what we went through. I’m not going to betray him. I can’t.” She took a breath. “I’m not lying about the elders, Rio. I don’t have any elders that I know of, alive or dead, to issue a death sentence for an imaginary indiscretion. I would tell you if there were.”
“I believe you,sestrilla .” He touched her to let her know they had to go under the water and swim through the narrow tube. He went first, tr ying to figure out what she could have done to make her brother want her dead. Especially when she obviously loved him. He heard it in her voice. The smoldering anger of his kind, always so dangerous and unpredictable, swirled in his belly as he swam.
It didn’t make sense that the man didn’t love her back. Who wouldn’t love Rachael?
They broke the surface together, just under the falls, hoping the water would screen them from sight should anyone be close by. Rio went back under to secure the heavy mesh over the tube. Rachael waited, staring at the opposite bank through the pouring water of the falls, subconsciously counting to herself until Rio emerged beside her. She put her arms around his neck and pressed her body close to his. “I should never have told you.”
“You can tell me anything. I told you about my mother.”
She kissed his throat, trailed little kisses up his jaw. “And I still think your elders stink. They didn’t recognize how courageous you were in going to them and admitting what you’d done.”
“It wasn’t courage. It was what she taught me. I chose to do something and I had to take the consequences. It was her rule and one I respected.” The joy burst through him like a rainbow of colors.
Rachael had a way of making him feel worthwhile. Feel like someone special and amazing. He tied the rope around her waist and waded out into the fast-moving current. “We have to swim to shore. The current will take us a bit downstream but we have to angle for the other side of the river.”
She nodded to show him she understood. This time when she put her foot down in the water, she could rest her weight briefly on it. It was a good sign that she was finally healing. She had taken a close look at it in the cave and there would definitely be scarring, but at least she had the leg.
They were swept downriver even as they swam strongly toward shore. Rio reeled her in close to him and fought his way to the shore, dragging her along. He managed to catch a low-hanging branch and easily pulled himself up onto it, lifting her out of the water with his incredible strength.
Rachael clung to the tree branch, her feet still dangling in the water. The bark was rough on her bare skin and for some reason she was suddenly self-conscious of her nakedness. She looked around and saw only monkeys star ing at her.
“If I get a leech on me, even one, I’m going to be upset,” she promised. “And make those monkeys stop staring. They’re making me feel naked.”
“You are naked.” He laughed as he pulled her completely from the water, holding her close to his body, her breasts mashed against his chest. “And you’re ruining the romantic ambience.”
Her eyebrow nearly reached her hairline. “Romantic ambience? What are you going on about?”
“I hardly think leeches should enter into a romantic walk through the forest, especially when your body is incr edible sexy and bare at the moment.” He cradled her in his arms and leapt to the ground, landing softly.
She cir cled his neck with her arms and looked up into the trees. It seemed as if a thousand eyes were staring at them. “Rio. The monkeys really are staring.”
On the riverbank they were much more exposed. She had spent the last two weeks in a small house in the forest, beneath a heavy canopy. Her only relief had been an underground cavern. The rain began, a soft steady drizzle that washed the river water from their skin as he carried her through the bogs and swamp to the edge of the forest. The wind touched their faces, flitted playfully through the leaves in the trees. All the while the gibbons, macaques, an orangutan, and various species of birds watched them.
“I’m not making it up. They’re staring.”
“They should be staring. I’m about to show them how good certain things in life are.” There was wicked amusement in his voice. And something else—a note that rasped over her skin and sent heat spiraling through her body.
“I don’t think so, you pervert. We are not putting on a show for those voyeurs.” Just his voice could melt her body. The look in his eyes was her undoing. His eyes burned with desire, hunger, even as she could see the teasing challenge in his expression.
“Next you’re going to be telling me some strange story about how you go into heat and need a female.”
He shifted her, sliding her legs around his waist so that her wet channel was positioned over the head of his penis. “Not any female, Rachael, you.”
She tightened her hold around his neck, lifted her body so he could suckle her breast. Just that easy she was hot and wet and needful. He did things with his tongue, stroking and dancing and teasing until she couldn’t stand it and she began to slowly settle over his thick erection.
“Oh, yeah, that’s what I want,” he said, his breath hissing out of his lungs. “Arch back and ride me, nice and slow, take your time.”
She leaned back, turning her face to the sky, to the warm rain and slowly slid her body up and down his. The rain fell on her face, droplets trickled between her breasts, down her stomach to sizzle in the heat of their joining. She smiled up at their audience, wishing them all the pleasure in the world.