combination of Guardian and Nightmare that kept both factions at bay in her dreams, enabling her to sleep normally. "I tossed my stuff in the duffel when I got out of the shower earlier."
"Perfect." He kissed the tip of her nose. "We should wait until it is completely dark to check out. Then I'm going to ransack that motel room and hopefully figure out what our Guardian friend is up to. We can take off from there and head down to Ensenada, where we'll pick up the relic for McDougal and meet with the shaman there."
"Got it. I'm the getaway driver."
"Yep, lead foot." Aidan took another long pull of his beer. "At least this time I was able to guarantee us two weeks' worth of search time. I'm not leaving Mexico without that
taza
,"
Earlier in the month he had been only hours away from an auction bid on an obscure dream doll when his employer, Sean McDougal, called him back to California for his opinion on a possible sword purchase. Aidan had been furious but didn't have any choice in the matter.
McDougal was an eccentric and exceptionally wealthy collector of antiquities, and Aidan's first-hand knowledge of history and his expert grasp of every language on Earth had made him perfect for the job of McDougal's acquisitions team leader. The position provided him with the means to travel the world at will, all expenses paid, truly the only way they could afford to have Aidan searching for the artifacts mentioned in the Elders' journals. Keeping his job was a necessity.
"I don't understand why the Elders waited until now to send Guardians after the artifacts," Lyssa said, thinking aloud. "Why not before you came here?"
"Because before the Key—
you
—were found, they were safer here. The Twilight is small. Over centuries, the items would have been discovered there. Here, they were far from the reach of the curious."
Heaving out her breath, Lyssa tossed back the sheets and slid off the bed. Aidan's low whistle of appreciation as she stood made her smile. She grabbed a spaghetti-strapped sundress and slipped it over her head, then grabbed her beer and went out onto the balcony to admire the last of the coastal sunset. A moment later, his arms bracketed her, one hand clutching the railing, the other holding his beer. His lips nuzzled the top of her shoulder and the embrace of his much larger body was a welcome comfort.
The scents of a barbeque drifted up from somewhere below. Nearby, on the small plastic table in the corner of the balcony, an open bottle of suntan oil released the faint smell of coconut. For Lyssa, the sights and smells inundating her were expected for a busy tourist resort town in Baja California. She worried about Aidan, though, knowing that centuries of living in a bubble—technically a conduit between two planes of existence, as he had explained—had made such a barrage of sensual input intense and disturbing.
"Do you miss it?" she asked softly. "The Twilight?"
She felt his smile curve against her skin. "Not in the way you might think."
Lyssa turned in his arms and faced him, finding joy in the mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "Oh?"
"I miss the absolute quiet sometimes and the familiarity of my house, but only because I want to take you there. I want to be somewhere private with you, somewhere safe. Where time isn't a concern and I can turn off every noise. I want to hear nothing but you… the sounds you make when I'm inside you."
"That would be wonderful," she breathed, wrapping her arms around his lean waist, wrapping her love around his.
"It's my dream," he murmured, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Lucky for us, we know dreams come true."
Stacey stirred first. Connor fought the urge to hold her and keep her close. She was wiggling that lush ass against his loins and his cock responded admirably, especially considering he still felt less than his best. Traveling between planes of existence sure took a lot out of a guy.
"My God," she breathed. "How can you still have an erection
"Perfect." He kissed the tip of her nose. "We should wait until it is completely dark to check out. Then I'm going to ransack that motel room and hopefully figure out what our Guardian friend is up to. We can take off from there and head down to Ensenada, where we'll pick up the relic for McDougal and meet with the shaman there."
"Got it. I'm the getaway driver."
"Yep, lead foot." Aidan took another long pull of his beer. "At least this time I was able to guarantee us two weeks' worth of search time. I'm not leaving Mexico without that
taza
,"
Earlier in the month he had been only hours away from an auction bid on an obscure dream doll when his employer, Sean McDougal, called him back to California for his opinion on a possible sword purchase. Aidan had been furious but didn't have any choice in the matter.
McDougal was an eccentric and exceptionally wealthy collector of antiquities, and Aidan's first-hand knowledge of history and his expert grasp of every language on Earth had made him perfect for the job of McDougal's acquisitions team leader. The position provided him with the means to travel the world at will, all expenses paid, truly the only way they could afford to have Aidan searching for the artifacts mentioned in the Elders' journals. Keeping his job was a necessity.
"I don't understand why the Elders waited until now to send Guardians after the artifacts," Lyssa said, thinking aloud. "Why not before you came here?"
"Because before the Key—
you
—were found, they were safer here. The Twilight is small. Over centuries, the items would have been discovered there. Here, they were far from the reach of the curious."
Heaving out her breath, Lyssa tossed back the sheets and slid off the bed. Aidan's low whistle of appreciation as she stood made her smile. She grabbed a spaghetti-strapped sundress and slipped it over her head, then grabbed her beer and went out onto the balcony to admire the last of the coastal sunset. A moment later, his arms bracketed her, one hand clutching the railing, the other holding his beer. His lips nuzzled the top of her shoulder and the embrace of his much larger body was a welcome comfort.
The scents of a barbeque drifted up from somewhere below. Nearby, on the small plastic table in the corner of the balcony, an open bottle of suntan oil released the faint smell of coconut. For Lyssa, the sights and smells inundating her were expected for a busy tourist resort town in Baja California. She worried about Aidan, though, knowing that centuries of living in a bubble—technically a conduit between two planes of existence, as he had explained—had made such a barrage of sensual input intense and disturbing.
"Do you miss it?" she asked softly. "The Twilight?"
She felt his smile curve against her skin. "Not in the way you might think."
Lyssa turned in his arms and faced him, finding joy in the mischievous gleam in his blue eyes. "Oh?"
"I miss the absolute quiet sometimes and the familiarity of my house, but only because I want to take you there. I want to be somewhere private with you, somewhere safe. Where time isn't a concern and I can turn off every noise. I want to hear nothing but you… the sounds you make when I'm inside you."
"That would be wonderful," she breathed, wrapping her arms around his lean waist, wrapping her love around his.
"It's my dream," he murmured, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Lucky for us, we know dreams come true."
Stacey stirred first. Connor fought the urge to hold her and keep her close. She was wiggling that lush ass against his loins and his cock responded admirably, especially considering he still felt less than his best. Traveling between planes of existence sure took a lot out of a guy.
"My God," she breathed. "How can you still have an erection
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