Midnyte Dupree - Romance

A dark silhouette lay against the edge of the pool.

His instinct kicked in and he bent down and pulled and tugged the limp form from the water.

Falling on his ass, he dragged the unmoving body until it lay resting on top of him.  Getting up on his unsteady legs with the wind now blowing again at his back, Jack found it difficult to keep his balance as he picked up the small creature in his arms.

Something felt slippery along the skin of his arm, but he didn't think about it.  He just needed to get this woman inside.

What was she doing out in this weather!  He risked a look down.  She was naked!  He stumbled as his eyes traced down her body to rest upon her breasts.   The dark areolas captured his attention and her nipples peaked with her chill.

With his energy renewed, Jack moved through the obstacles in the yard until he ultimately made it to the back door.  He was relieved when he turned the knob and it gave easily.   Pushing inside, he slammed the door with his foot and quickly went to his room with his burden clutched tight to his chest.  He needed to get her warm.

Something moved across his arm and he looked down at her legs, but – there were no legs!

Instead, tiny scales adorned her lower half and Jack just smiled.  His charge was finally here.  He had no idea why Zeus chose to deliver this beauty to him in a hurricane, but he would take it.   She was his responsibility now.  He would make sure she wouldn't put the Gods in danger any longer.  According to Zeus, Adara’s need to tell her secret was a danger to them all.

Taking her to his room, he lowered her to the bed.  Jack looked down at the naked woman in his bed and sighed.  He wished the God had prepared him for her beauty.  Looking down at her, he now realized how the Sirens had gotten such a reputation.  He could see how they lured people to their death.

Jack glanced at her pale skin.  Her dark hair curled around her shoulder and rested just above her right breast.  Her skin was flawless and appeared to glow lying next to his dark blue comforter.  

"What have you done to anger the God?"  He whispered to her.

Jack turned, grabbed a blanket and with reluctance he covered her body.  She turned and pulled the cover up higher, but never fully woke up. 

Looking down at his pants, Jack noted just how much this woman, this creature, was affecting him.  His cock pushed against his wet clothes.  Reaching down, he cupped it and squeezed, only making his need stronger as he looked at her sleeping form on the bed.   His reaction was probably due to his lack of action as of late.  He hadn't felt sexual in a while, but for some reason, this woman reached inside him.  He didn’t feel the clawing fear of his father finding him.  He was able to once again think about something different.  Her beauty was extraordinary, almost hypnotizing.

"Ridiculous!"

Turning with a jerk, he went into the bathroom to shed his own clothes and contact Zeus.

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The  night  moved  on,  and  still  she  lay  there  with  all  the  thoughts  and  memories  of  her  dad.  The  tears  had  finally  stopped,  and  her  mind  began  to  work,  began  to  think  of  their  work  together.  So  many  memories  and,  now,  she  was  alone.   

A  breeze  caressed  her  skin,  causing  her  to  look  over  at  the  door  of  the  tent.  Maybe  some  fresh  air  would  clear  her  head.  

Without  further  thought,  she  crept  from  her  tent.  The  night  enveloped  her,  welcomed  her  into  its  dark  embrace.  The  air  smelled  fresh,  like  after  a  spring  rain.  The  stars  appeared  massive  and  bright  as  she  made  her  way  through  the  camp  to  her  father’s  tent.  Only  slight  sounds  coming  from  the  other  tents  could  be  heard.  She  ignored  them  and  kept  moving  to  her  destination.  

Elena  didn’t  know  what  she  was  doing  there,  but  her  feet  had  carried  her  to  this  spot  just  outside  the  place  her  father  had  called  home  for  the  last  four  months.  She  pushed  through  the  opening,  hoping  this  would  make  her  feel  better—if,  just  for  a  moment,  she  could  pretend  he  were  coming  back.  Inside  the  air  was  warm.  A  lot  warmer  than  she  expected.  His  tools,  books,  and  trunks  were  scattered  throughout  the  small  room  as  if  he  were  going  to  push  back  the  opening  and  walk  inside.  His  gray  hair  wild  and  dirty  from  his  day’s  work.  

Walking  over  to  his  bed,  she  lay  across  the  place  where  he  had  slept  for  so  long.  Her  head  curved  into  the  feather  pillow.  She  squeezed  her eyes  shut  and  pulled  her  hands  up  under  the  pillow  for  support.  That’s  when  she  felt  it.  Sitting  up,  she  moved  the  pillow  aside,  and  there,  just  under  the  feathered  headrest,  was  a  book.  The  cover  was  made  of  dark  red  leather  with  gold  lining  across  the  front  in  a  intricate  pattern  Elena  guessed  wasn’t  anything  meaningful.  Probably  just  a  book  or  something  he  picked  up  from  a  store  in  one  of  the  towns  they  often  visited.  

Her  curiosity  got  the  better  of  her  as  she  began  to  flip  through  the  pages.  Inside,  she  couldn’t  believe  what  she  saw,  but  it  made  sense.  Being  an  archeologist  he  was  used  to  writing  down  his  findings,  so  it  wasn’t  far  to  assume  that  he  would  keep  a  journal. 

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