Silent Flyght – Chapter 12

My mind bends, pushing every last brain cell into the smallest possible space until there’s nothing left but blackness. I wrap my legs around Jinzo and squeeze. His arms clutch me to his chest, his lips on my neck. I throw back my head and let the relief wash over me.

“There,” Jinzo says, into my neck. He slips his hands down my back and settles them on the base of my spine. “Yes. There we go.” Sex on his lap is new for us, and I like it. A lot.

I thread my hands through his thick hair and steal a deep kiss from him before resting my cheek against his and trying to catch my breath. I’ve kept his hands away from my hair all night, but that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy his.

“You’re… troubled,” he says, pulling away from me. “Something is off about you.” The cool air of his room drifts over my skin, and I shiver. Jinzo grabs one of the blankets on the bed and wraps it around us. Here, with him, I can be who I am and not feel judged. I don’t have to be some measure of a woman, a savior, or a dangerous option. I’m just Vivian.

“Tell me what’s wrong.” He takes my hips in his hands and draws me towards him again. “Don’t make me fuck it out of you.”

My face heats, listening to him talk to me the way he does. When did he become so bold? Whatever. I love it.

“Can you fuck it out of me? I’d like to see you try.”

I smile down at him, and he deposits me on the bed.

“You’re redirecting. Fess up.”

Fine. “Do you believe in fate?”

“Mmm, absolutely.” He dips his lips to my chest. “Fate brought me to you.”

“Jin…” I gasp his name and try to blink myself back to the conversation. “What if it was just a coincidence? What if Marcelo had matched me with someone else?”

“He didn’t.” He pulls away from my chest and looks into my eyes. I love his eyes. “He matched me to you. Fate put us together. It was meant to be.”

My eyes fill with tears. “What if… Shit. I never saw me back on my farm in my prescient dreams.” He halts all pretense of sex and reaches down to wipe the tears from my cheeks. “I saw you, Ken, and Gus. I even saw Mat. But I never saw the farm or returning to the farm. It’s unattainable, isn’t it? We’re never going to get it back.”

He settles down next to me.

“God, I love you so damned much,” he says, leaning in to lay his lips gently at the base of my neck. “You worry too much. We’ll get the land back. Ken and Gus and I have been working hard so that you don’t have to.”

I wish I knew all of that for sure.

“Listen,” he says, rising to his knees. “The Taurus is sold. The money is in the bank. I have another ship I’m selling for half a million. Ken has more money coming. And now you’ll have Mat, too.”

“I don’t have Mat. He…”

“You have him,” he insists. His stare is so intense that I see the confession coming from a light-year away. “I ate the berries.”

I gasp and close my eyes.

“I should have told you, I know. But I also know you would’ve stressed about it, lost sleep over it, and nearly killed yourself to make sure I wasn’t risking anything from it.”

“When?” I ask, trying to pull a blanket over my naked body.

He intercepts my hand and redirects it over my head. “While you were on Laguna. I was only sick for like… four or five hours. I took them before bed, and Asteria slept on the couch to make sure I didn’t die.” He pauses, remembering what happened. “It was extraordinary, but stranger than I thought it would be. Light, like sparks, danced around the scenes.” He huffs a breath as his eyes reconnect with mine. “That’s how I got to Laguna so quickly. It wasn’t because Gus had told me.” He takes my other arm and adds it to the other over my head. “It was because I saw you confronting Cressida in my dreams. I’ve seen you with Mat. I’ve seen you with our children,” he stresses, “at your home… our home on the family farm.”

Now I’m paying attention.

“What else did you see?”

He hovers over me, pinning my hands to the bed.

“Ken and Gus fighting. The Lee home ship flying above me. Mat on his knees before you. Snow.” He closes his eyes, and his lips twist. “A round circle of light.” He opens his eyes and smiles down at me. “A lot of sex with you.” He blows over my damp skin, and my chest erupts in goosebumps.

“Ha! You’ve made that up.” I flex my shoulders. “My arms hurt.”

“Sorry.” He lets them go but reaches over the side of the bed. “I also saw that this particular toy is your favorite.”

Jinzo winks at me as he turns it on, and my hips wiggle in response.

“It is my favorite.”

“Good. Let’s see how many more orgasms you can have before passing out.”

“Two or three?” One is already approaching, and my brain is trying to squeeze away to nothingness.

“I’m aiming for six.”

I love overachievers.