Paranormal Anthology With a TWIST Part 3

What is he hiding?

"Sounds wonderful," I a.s.sured. With that, he showed his dazzling smile and clicked his tongue in rhythm with his heels to encourage Skip into a steady gallop. Naturally, Cora and I followed causing a smooth laughter to leave my mouth.

If I thought I appreciated Jonah's beauty before, now I cherished his attractiveness even more as I watched him steadily ride Skip with confidence and grace. We had to slow as the trail became narrower and the sun continued to dip below the trees.

The midway stopping point was absolutely breathtaking. By the time we reached Jonah's resting place, the sun had set completely. He dismounted Skip quickly so he could help me down from Cora. I could already feel the bruising between my legs from the saddle-an effect that was bound to happen since I hadn't ridden in so long.

Without warning, he increased his hold on my hips and lifted me. I almost squealed in surprise, but he quickly brought my body against his and allowed me to gently slide down until my feet grazed the ground. His muscles flexed deliciously as I dug my fingers into his arms. He held onto me firmly, one hand at the small of my back and the other at the center, just below my shoulder blades. Pressing our bodies together, he groaned before regretfully letting me go.

d.a.m.n. I definitely didn't want our embrace to end. Feeling his hard body up against my soft parts made all kinds of delicious thoughts and feelings flow freely through me.

As Jonah tied the leads to the trough, I slowly ambled toward the sh.o.r.e's edge. In front of us was a lake with dark water shimmering in the moonlight. The moon was large tonight, like a brilliant crystal ball full of unique mountains and valleys, giving off a beautiful iridescent light through the night sky. The reflection of the moon shone off the surface of the lake, clear as crystal, pure as a rippled blanket of ice. It was so peaceful and quiet. The only sounds were light chirps from various insects, a few quiet croaks from the frogs, and the gentle lapping of water as it kissed the bank of the lake.

I just stood there, admiring the view. Jonah came up behind me and gently wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his thumbs in the belt loops of my jeans, and causing my awareness of him to spike.

Very beautiful, he projected. But I knew by his open thoughts he wasn't talking about the view. His musings definitely made me feel attractive. I felt his breath near my ear and heard him gasp slightly as one of my curls fell forward and brushed against his face. I wanted to turn my body and wrap myself around him, but he held me in place as his finger slowly pushed the tendril of hair back behind my ear.

I felt his hand continue to brush against the back of my ear and push my hair to the side even more, exposing my neck to his touch and causing me to tilt my head slightly, giving him more access to whatever part of me he wanted. I felt his breath on me and, suddenly, it's as if all the oxygen on earth had been used up completely. I couldn't breathe.

"The sight before us pales in comparison to your beauty, Ella," he said adoringly and I felt the tickle of his breath on my neck. Warmth sizzled through my abdomen as his words whispered over my ears, seductive and alluring.

As he pressed his body against my back, he wrapped his hands around my waist once more, sticking his thumbs into the waistband of my jeans. His fingers gently grazed my hipbones. His touch made me arch my back and tilt my head to rest on his shoulder.

Keeping his hands on my hips, he bent down slightly and placed a few light kisses on my cheek. His lips, hot as fire, brushed along the column of my neck. The soft pecks on my skin were enough to make a thousand sparks flicker through my body, like sparklers on the fourth of July.

I brought you here to try something. I'm not sure it will work because I've only ever tried with my dad and he's not able to read minds like you. But I still would like to try.

What is it? I asked. Suddenly, he let the mental block he had on his thoughts release the surprise.

His idea, as did his lips, had me excited. Jonah wanted to try and project his thoughts as images rather than words. Similar to the way we picture things in our minds and use our imagination to come up with some sort of visual concept of our thoughts.

"However, this is more of a guided metaphysical meditation technique. I'm going to meditate, pretend I'm somewhere else, and actually feel my surroundings. I haven't been able to push my meditations to my dad. I can only seem to push images and visual thoughts to him, but he hasn't been able to feel what I feel. I know it sounds odd, but you know how a dream seems so dang real? As if you can smell, taste, hear, just like you would in real life?" he asked. I just nodded, so he continued. "I'm hoping that because you already possess the soul-seer gift, you will be more susceptible to the imagery in my meditations."

"So, it's somewhat like hypnosis, but instead of you describing your imagery in words, you will be describing it with visualizations?"

He turned me around so we were facing each other.

"Exactly. Of course, it's a much cooler parlor trick on someone who doesn't have telepathic abilities, but I'm hoping you and I can take a trip together... in my head," he said with a smirk as he tapped two fingers on his temple.

I then noticed he was holding a rolled-up blanket under his arm. Just the idea of the purpose for that blanket made my stomach jump with interest. He slowly laid out the blanket and guided me to lie down. Jonah then eased his way down next to me, but faced his body the opposite way so that we were head to head with our ears almost touching. If we turned our faces toward each other, my lips would touch his forehead. The thought made me smile and more naughty thoughts entered my bent brain.

If you start thinking like that, we'll never get anywhere, he chided.

I blushed as I apologized for my wayward thoughts. He turned his head in my direction and said out loud, "Hey, don't be sorry. In all honesty, there is nowhere I would rather be than right here with you, Ella."

With that little confession, he placed a light little peck on my nose and turned his face back toward the sky.

Chapter Seven.

At first, Jonah started thinking about the sky we were currently staring at through the canopy of trees. Within the gaps of leaves and branches was a sky so brilliantly lit with stars, it seemed we were the only two people in the universe. Out here in the state park, there was very little light pollution to make the atmosphere murky. The brilliance of millions of stars littered the black night sky like shining crystals amongst a bed of velvet.

Slowly, things started to change. The night sky still shone with brilliance as the stars twinkled overhead like crystalline tears, but the trees and branches no longer obstructed my view. I could feel a chill run through my body, but Jonah's warmth next to me made it bearable.

The stars began to multiply and were shining so bright, the sky actually looked to be a deep midnight blue. I could even see the misty flow of the Milky Way. Just below the swath of stars was Jupiter, shining radiantly. The fields of stars were so brilliant and plentiful-I could have sworn we were floating through s.p.a.ce. Nothing else around us but the dazzling stars, like tiny little holes in the floor of heaven.

"Come on, Ella. Let's stand up," Jonah said as he knelt beside me with an outstretched hand.

As I stood, I somehow knew where we were. Not because Jonah told me, but because he knew. His thoughts were not separate from mine. Our thoughts were one, together, up at the top of Mauna Kea in Hawaii. The snow-capped mountaintop summit is one of the most popular places in the world to gaze at the stars.

We took several moments to take in what was quite possibly the most dramatic and stimulating scenery I had ever experienced. Stargazing at the heavens, I could see from Polaris to the Southern Cross, along with all the planets and constellations I had learned to identify over the years.

"Isn't it breathtaking?" Jonah asked, as he held onto me tight and stared up at the starlit sky.

Looking at him, I could see the reflection of stars in his eyes, like diamonds dripping from the universe and winking at me through this beautiful man.

"You're deviating from my vision, Ella," he playfully scolded as he turned to look at me.

"I can't help it. Now it is my vision too, Jonah."

He reached out and touched my cheek with a tender wisp of his fingers. The contact made my skin tingle, as if I were touched by both fire and ice.

Just as I thought he was going to kiss me, he interrupted my thoughts and said, "We better head back."

Disappointment overtook me and our vision suddenly took a nosedive in the wrong direction. Dark clouds loomed over the star field ominously, plunging me into darkness.

Ella, don't focus on anything else but me. Please, Ella. Clear your mind.

I heard his command but my imagination continued to run wild, overpowering not only his visions but his words as well. Soon his pleading was nothing but a m.u.f.fled string of sounds.

He's leaving me. Just like my mother did. Just like my father said he had to do. Just like my aunt does on a regular basis. Everyone I begin to care for ends up leaving. It's inevitable. Like I am some sort of disease everyone has to run away from.

Lost and afraid of the darkness that perished the vision, I began to run. I ran hard, fast. I ran in hopes of finding him, finding someone, anyone who would give a s.h.i.t. I ran to distance myself from the despair brought on by the darkness.

I could no longer hear Jonah over the whooshing sound of my blood pumping through my veins. The loud thudding of my heart echoed in my ears. I felt like I was screaming for Jonah. Screaming for my mom. Or just screaming for someone to hear. But, I couldn't hear my own screams. I couldn't feel my own voice. It was like I was trapped in a vast s.p.a.ce of darkness with no walls for sound or light to reflect off of.

Ella, go back.

That angel. That voice. That virtuous voice is my mother. But where did she want me to go back to?

Go back now. You need to go back. Think of Jonah. He's there. He needs you. He wants you to go back.

I tried to talk. To ask where she wanted me to go. But again, no sound left my mouth.

Stop running. Relax. Lie back down and think of lying next to Jonah on the blanket by the lake.

Without hesitation, and in desperation to see him again, I did as she instructed immediately.

Envision the sounds of the water lapping against the sh.o.r.e. Think of the sounds the insects make as they sing to their mates. Listen to the sounds of the leaves rustling in the trees as a light wind blows. Now, remember Jonah. Remember his eyes. Remember the beautiful crystalline swirled emerald of his irises. Once you feel the heat of his hands on you, and his breath falling on your face, open your eyes.

Do it now, Ella. Open your eyes...

"Open your eyes, Ella. Please, look at me!" I heard Jonah's voice repeating the now-distant sounds of my mother's voice.

Finally listening to their commands, I awoke and saw those stunning green eyes riddled with worry and fear.

"Oh, thank G.o.d you're all right!" Jonah exclaimed as he grabbed me, lifted me into his arms, and pressed me hard against his solid chest.

I'm so sorry, Jonah. I shouldn't have let my imagination take over. I'm sorry...

"Talk out loud for now, Ella. What happened?" he asked, worry still evident in his face.

"I..." I stammered, suddenly embarra.s.sed.

"Don't be embarra.s.sed. Just tell me," he pressed, pulling me away from his chest and clutching my face as he forced me to look deep into his eyes.

"I wanted you to kiss me. And when you didn't, I guess I tried to take control of the situation. Or... I don't know. I just felt sad and it all went dark. It was so dark. I couldn't see or hear anything."

"s.h.i.t," he cursed under his breath. "I wanted to kiss you too. But not then. Not in our minds. I wanted our first kiss to be real."

"I'm sorry," I said as I bowed my head in an attempt to hide from him.

He repositioned us so we were both kneeling in front of each other. Grabbing my face in both his hands, he lifted my gaze to meet his eyes, which were now warm with affection.

"I've wanted to kiss you since I first laid eyes on you today. Your beautiful waves of gold, your stunning eyes of amethyst, your luscious lips of rose, all such an exquisite combination that has totally captured my mind," he complimented as he stared at me. Brushing his lips ever so slightly against mine, he asked, "Will you let me kiss you now, Orella?"

"G.o.d, yes!" I exclaimed with the long-felt urge to close the distance between us. I held back, letting him... no... wanting, needing him to make the move.

Chapter Eight.

He edged closer to me, his lips hovering precariously close to mine. A sudden gasp of breath was all I could manage before our lips met.

His chest pressed hot and hard against the soft swells of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Our tongues met and tangled together. Swimming in the taste and feel of his warm tongue, I lost all sense of reality. I struggled for air but couldn't pull away. He consumed me.

His mouth probed at mine. His teeth nipped and his tongue laved at my upper lip before he moved to the corner of my mouth, continuing his a.s.sault along the edge of my jaw to the soft spot just below my ear.

Forgotten were my doubts and fears. All that existed in that moment was this man. His touch, his kiss, his very nature wrapped around me and filled me with desire and need.

I wrapped my arms around him, gliding my fingers through his silky, light brown hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer. Even the satiny feel of his hair was doing me in. His strong hands held my back tight and tangled in my hair. I lulled my head to the side, offering my neck as he trailed kisses down my jaw. Throwing my head back gently, I willingly offered him more of me.

His kisses trailed down the lace-trimmed neckline of my tank top. The wet sensation of his tongue tracing the swell of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s made a moan escape my mouth in a sound of pure ecstasy.

He slowly pecked and licked his way back up to my mouth, devouring me again.

His strong fingers caressed my cheek and the side of my head as he began to pull away, my lips already going through Jonah withdrawal and my mind crying out for it to never end. Our breaths were short and erratic. Our foreheads pressed together, the tension between us exploding like a firecracker, sizzling through our bodies.

A dazzling smile spread across his face as he projected a single word. Wow.

We both shared some pretty erotic images through the moments of our first kiss. There was no way we could, or even wanted to, hide what we thought of each other. Every s.e.xual thought Jonah had about me was not just suggestive and spicy, but filled with admiration and respect for me.

Pulling away, he said, "I don't want this to end, but we should get Skip and Cora back to the stables before it gets too late."

I nodded and let him help me to my feet. "Could you make sure that twisted stable guy stays away from me? His thoughts were nauseating and I definitely don't doubt he's the type of man to act upon them."

"No worries, Ella. I wouldn't let him come near you with a twenty-foot pole. If I could turn him in for being the sick b.a.s.t.a.r.d that he is, I would. That's one of the curses of this gift, right? Not being able to do anything about what you know is wrong because there's no plausible way of proving it," Jonah said with a grave tone hardening around his normally gentle voice. He too noticed how sick the man's thoughts were and I was thankful to have his protection.

We rode back in verbal silence; all the while our minds were both going a mile a minute. I wanted us to spend more time together tonight and my thoughts sure as h.e.l.l let him know that.

h.e.l.l yeah, we're spending more time with each other tonight. I don't think I could let you out of my sight right now anyway. I need to be with you right now. I'm worried you're too good to be true.

The rest of the evening was near perfection. Since the horseback riding left us in a rather undesirable hygienic state, we went back to my house to shower and change. Jonah was prepared with a change of clothes and a movie.

"I loved Firefly and never had the chance to watch Serenity. I'm so happy you brought it!" I exclaimed as I skipped over to the DVD player and started the movie.

Settling in under Jonah's arm, we watched Serenity and enjoyed each other's company. He smelled divine. Masculine man with just a hint of my shampoo mixing with his spices.

I must've fallen asleep. Jonah shifting beneath me and kissing my forehead woke me. My eyes fluttered open just as he picked me up and began carrying me down the hall.

I can walk, Jonah, I thought as I looked up at his devastatingly handsome face. I could definitely get used to being under this man.

No need to walk when I can just as easily carry you, he projected back, smiling down at me as he read my thoughts and turned sideways to enter my room.

Gently, Jonah set me down on my bed and snuck in beside me, lacing his fingers through mine, and lazily stroking the top of my hand with his thumb. I was now wide-awake as a large ba.s.s drum took up residence in my chest, robbing me of air, and making me nervous as h.e.l.l.

After about five minutes of innocent hand-holding and not-so-innocent thought swapping, I decided I wanted to go farther. Now that I had a taste of Jonah, I was starving for more.

Bravely, I sat up and positioned myself over this gorgeous man, straddling his hips. Bracing my elbows on either side of his head, I hovered mere centimeters away from his lips, daring him to close the gap.

A s.e.xy-a.s.s grin crept up onto his face.

Digging his fingers into my hips, he lunged forward and took control of my mouth. His taste exploded onto my tongue and sent flurries of pleasure cascading through my body.

His strong hands began their ascent. Slowly lifting my tank top, his fingers caressed the sides of my back and continued to make their way up.

After grinding my hips and chest into him for a few minutes, he stealthily rolled us both over so he was now on top.

d.a.m.n. And I thought Jonah looked good beneath me. He looked even more exquisite hovering over me with his strong weight between my legs. The solid muscles of his arms pressed through the t-shirt he wore, making me want to rip it off and toss it across the room.