“I hope so.”
“Hey, I know so. And when I do get back, we’re going to have to do whatever we need to for me to have some identification. Ten McCoy has offered me a job. He’s going to hold it until I get back.”
“Oh, really? How wonderful!” Just knowing something concrete like that was in the works made Journey feel so much better. “Where does he think you’re going to be for the next month?”
“I told him I had one more trip I needed to take for my former job. And that’s true, for the most part.”
“What about Harley LeBlanc? You never really said what you talked about. Did she give you a reading?”
He played with the fingers on her left hand, turning her wedding ring round and round. “I guess you could say that. Just one touch and she saw right through me. I didn’t really have to tell her anything. She saw my past like she was watching a movie.”
“What about your future?”
“That’s what I wanted to know. She couldn’t tell me a lot, unfortunately.”
“That’s convenient,” Journey grumbled.
“I was disappointed too. What she did say was that…” Reno hesitated to repeat it. He didn’t want his wife to worry. “Not everything would work out just as planned, but it would all be okay in the end – or something like that.”
“Sounds scripted, but I guess that’s all we have. If everything is going to be okay in the end, that must mean you’re coming back to me.”
“I’d say so. Absolutely.”
“Do you think you can trust her?”
“To not go blabbing it all over the place? Who would believe her?”
“I found out her husband is best friends with Joseph McCoy. She has the whole family’s ear. She could tell your new boss.”
He shrugged. “I don’t think she will. There was something about her. She reminded me of Ela in a lot of ways.”
“Skye is the one who is related to Ela, not Harley.”
“She and Ela share something, a certain knowing, a kind light in their eye. When I talked to Harley, it felt like I was speaking to Ela.”
Journey didn’t understand, but that was okay. “I trust your judgement.”
“Good. Cause you can trust me when I say we have more important things to do.”
“Oh, really. Like what?” She loved that teasing tone in his voice. Oh, how she was going to miss him.
“I want to give you twenty-eight orgasms tonight. One for each day I’ll be gone.”
The thought was enticing, but Journey had her doubts. “Like the old saying goes, I’m sure our spirit is willing, but our flesh might be weak.”
“I can guaran-damn-tee you my flesh isn’t week.” He grabbed her close to nudge his sizeable erection into her thigh.
“Forgive me, I was sadly mistaken, my love.” Journey framed his face with her palms and kissed him tenderly. “How about we have two or three orgasms and you let me hold you for the rest of the night?”
“Sounds like a dream.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and pressed his forehead to hers. “One I never want to wake up from.”
Journey could feel the tension in his body. He wanted her, and she needed him more than air. “Then let the dream begin. Love me now, Reno. I need you,” she whispered. “I need my cowboy.”
Reno began pulling at his clothes and she helped him, their fingers tangling as they undressed one another. For this night, the rest of the world was faraway. This was their time; neither the past nor the future could interfere. Only this wonderful now existed.
“I’m so glad I found you. You’re my miracle.” Reno whispered the words reverently.
“And you’re the fulfillment of my every wish, the answer to my every prayer.” She hugged him tightly. “Sometimes, I just can’t believe you’re mine.”
“I am yours and you are mine. Nothing can ever change that.” He folded the covers down to join her in bed. Journey opened her arms and he came to her, blanketing her body with warmth and passion. In pure adoration, Reno’s fingers and lips feathered over her skin, kissing her throat and teasing her nipples.
Journey relished his attention, her body writhing at his touch. When his lips closed over the tender tip of her breast and he began to suckle, love and devotion welled up inside her like a rising tide. Her legs opened of their own volition, her desire for him so intense she could barely contain it. “I need you, Reno Black. I need you more than life.” She lifted her hips in welcome.
Reno needed no further invitation. He ached to be enveloped in her warm, tight body. Slipping his hand between her thighs, Reno insured her readiness. When he found her creamy and warm, he moaned, “Before this night is over, I’m swear I’m going to kiss every inch of your body. But for now, I can’t wait.” Bracing himself above her, he guided himself inside, his eyelids falling in complete bliss as he felt Journey’s intimate walls tighten around him – welcoming, squeezing, milking him with every undulation of her hips. “This will be the last time I leave you. I promise.” He brought his mouth to hers, drinking deeply from her lips.
“I’ll hold you to that promise, cowboy.” She wrapped her arms around his neck, her hips lifting, meeting his every move. Journey clung to him as he claimed her, his hips pounding, his breathing harsh, his beloved face contorting with rapture. Journey’s eyes ate him up, memorizing everything, reveling in the wonder of his possession and the miracle of his love.
As he claimed her, his back arching, his entire body focused on giving and taking pleasure, Journey felt heat blooming between her thighs. An urgency was mounting, she craved the blissful feeling of
