Twin Flames: Soul Memory (8 page)

“
I am inside you.” He leaned toward her and brushed her lips
with his.

“
No…” She moaned. Her hands moved to rake his back. She needed
all of him inside her. Not a part.

“
What is it, baby? Tell me.” He bent his head and through the
lace, his mouth closed around one of her taut nipples.
“Mmmmm…”

Joy bucked as he suckled. She got lost in the sensations
zipping along her nerve endings; certain it wasn’t legal anywhere
in the world.

Why is he the only one who can do this to me? Why?

He moved the lace barrier, allowing his teeth to rake across
her hardened flesh. She moaned and the tension exploded through
her. His fingers didn’t stop and neither did his motions at her
breast. He moved to the twin and lavished that nipple with the same
attention he had the other. A scream built.

A mini orgasm, really? He’s the one teasing me now…

“
Please…” she whimpered and bit the inside of her
cheek.

“
Please what?” He looked up, but his tongue continued to play
with her nipple.

She arched her back as pleasure shot through her. Her hands
shifted to his head and held him to her. Joy couldn’t think past
the luxuriousness. What had she wanted again?

“
I need all of you inside me, now,” her voice more a growl to
her ears. “I need you to claim me.”

The rasp of a zipper and the elastic lace moved. The silkiness
of smooth, heated flesh sliding against her wet entrance caused her
eyelids to flutter as sensations bounced around.

“
Look at me.” He groaned as his dick entered her.

He pinned her gaze with his. Her jaw went slack as he slid in.
His eyes roll closed just as hers had earlier. She wondered what it
felt like to be inside him. Although she wouldn’t trade places with
him for more than a moment or two, she reveled in him between her
legs. During their time together, she loved being a
woman.

Once buried deep, he stopped and took her mouth in a
mind-numbing kiss. No more thinking, only a heightened
awareness.

“
Gods, I love being inside you.” Joy watched a muscle tick in
his jaw. Why was he holding back? “Te amo. Siempre te amare. Tu
eres mi vida, mi ser.”

When he slid out, she whimpered. Then he surged forward, this
time without stopping and the tension snapped. They weren’t even
unclothed…

Loud beeping broke the moment. Jairo wanted to yell at whoever
was supposed to take care of the damn machines to shut them off so
he could go back to the dream he was having.

“
Why are they all going off like that?” Jezzaray’s voice
sounded more worried than before. “It hasn’t been twelve
hours.”

“
Your brother is dreaming. Depending on the type of dream
depends on how it affects the machines he’s connected to,” the
doctor’s calm tone eased the tension in the air. “It’s safe to say
Jay’s health is normal—”

“
How do you get that?” His sister’s vibes indicated her
annoyance.

The rustle of paper and a few clicks before the door clanked
closed. He hated the sound of the metal on metal. It only served to
remind him of where he was.

“
Studies show during certain kinds of dreams the brain and
body react differently. Your brother’s brain patterns are all that
of a normal young male hybrid.”

Jairo really didn’t like people talking about him when he was
there.

“
So that means what exactly?”

“
If by chance he is ‘meeting’ with the woman who matches him,
his vitals spike and remain elevated. Akin to an adult human having
a mild heart attack.” The squeak of rubber soles on tiles echoed
through the silent room and the door lever clicked. “My deduction
is this, Jezzaray. Aside from the concussion he suffered a week and
a half ago now, there’s nothing wrong. Which leads me to assume the
problem lays with the one you call ‘Joy.’ That being the case,
until you talk with her, Jay will remain in this
sleep-state.”

“
There’s nothing we can do?”

“
I’m not a human doctor, my dear. Those who are my patients
are of the hybrid variety. Their genetics are not the same. To
answer your question, no, there’s nothing we can do. It’s up to
your brother and the woman who matches him. I am truly sorry. I
wish I could give him a pill that would set this all to rights.
Sadly, that’s not the medicine practiced here in
Calanthia.”

“
In other words, we need Joy here.”

“
I would say that is your best chance, yes.” An electronic
beep sounded in the distance, followed by a couple softer ones, and
then nothing. “It’s not your brother’s body that is ill. It is his
soul, his spirit. The one who holds that part of him is the one he
needs. Those outside our borders call it alternative medicine. For
us it’s more than that. It is everything we are and have always
been.”

For a single moment, Jairo wanted the doctor to continue
talking, at the same time he really wanted to see if he could
reconnect with Joy.

Could she be what he needed to be brought back into the world
of the living?

His grandmother used to tell him the answers were all inside
him. He just had to seek them out and they were his to
know.

Was that true, did he have the answers?

* * *
*

She brushed her hair off her face as her heart pounded out an
accustomed rhythm alone in a dark bedroom and realized the hair
band had disappeared. She groaned, pushed the comforter back,
scooted to the edge of the mattress, and stood. Stretching, she
reached for her pajama bottoms and pulled them on.

Glancing at the clock, only an hour passed since she’d lain
down.

The night would be a long tormented one. For whatever reason
Joy knew no matter what she did, she wouldn’t be able to get back
to sleep.

Why had she dreamt about
him
again? It had been a while since the last
one.

She’d arrived at her apartment a few days ago and instantly
tried to recall everything inside. The wall seemed determined to
keep her memories locked away. Pictures and knick-knacks were nice,
although no recognition sparked.

She walked through the darkened apartment. Maybe if she had a
drink and found another band for her hair she’d relax enough to
fall asleep unfettered.

I can hope, can’t I?
She held a glass under the cold running water
until it was filled. Twisting the handle she stepped back, sipping
the liquid; she opened the balcony door and shivered as the chilled
night air blew past.

Sexual frustration beat at her like a drummer. Why, when they
were so close did he vanish? Why did he still haunt her? Was he
real or something her mind created to fill in the
blanks?

Even as the thought formed, she pushed it out. He was probably
just a freak connection with a character from a novel or movie. Joy
fashioned the physically perfect male in her imagination and no one
lived up to him.

But she
knew
he was real. She snorted.

Maybe I’m crazy? It’s possible with the knock to my
head.

Sipping the cold water, she closed the door and set the glass
in the sink.

The dream brought to light familiar emotions. She yawned and
made her way to her bedroom.

She caught the strains of a Def Leppard song filter from the
speakers of the CD player. The darkness of the room and silence
encased her, but something was…different. Flipping the switch,
light flooded the room and stated loudly, she was alone.

Joy walked to her bed, climbed in and sat crossed legged. She
inhaled until her muscles eased and her pulse settled back into a
semblance of its normal rhythm. Remnants of the dream played
through her mind.

His presence filled the room like the warmth of an
embrace.

Was that what happened when they met in dreamscape? Their
essences left imprints in each other’s lives and on their
possessions?

Her heart continued to pound, and she shook her head to dispel
the final scene repeating over in her mind.

Why did those come up instead of her life memories?

She laid back and grabbed the pillow beside her. Curling on
her side, she cradled the heat, which brought tears to her eyes.
The warmth there not from her, she couldn’t touch both cushions at
the same time.

Joy wanted her memory back, all of it. The tiny slivers that
seemed to appear while she slept weren’t enough.

She buried her face in the cool cotton and inhaled the
scent. It was
his
.
Only the images of the dreams came to the forefront of her
mind.

Recently the pain stabbing her temples multiple times
throughout the day was gone. She didn’t force or seek out the link
she discovered either.

Before, whenever she had touched the connection, a throbbing
built until she was certain her head would explode from the
pressure. No amount of attention used avoided the eventual
agony.

That didn’t stop her dream lover from caressing her mental
thoughts and dominating her every waking moment. Pandemonium ruled
the day, whether by memory loss or her dreams, didn’t matter. Chaos
was on order and only Joy could halt the mastery of her
perceptivity.

Could she believe he was a real person?

Not a plug to fix the absence of her past and present
life?

Jairo gripped the cell phone after he punched in Joy’s number.
He’d promised his sister he’d call her. Glancing at the clock it
was late…too late to call?

He took a deep breath, clicked in her phone number, and hit
“talk.” Holding the phone to his ear, he waited to hear her voice.
Each time it was the same, he reacted the same.

First, his heart would stop, and then it would race and he
wouldn’t be able to catch his breath. Sometimes his palms would
sweat and he’d fidget like an untried youth. He kept telling
himself what he felt was what women feel, not men. It did not stop
the sensations from drowning him in euphoria and only with a single
word.

“
Hello?”

There it was. No matter how he prepared himself his reaction
was the same.

“
Joy?”

“
Yeah?”

“
It’s Jay.” His jaw tensed at using his nickname, he wasn’t
used to saying his birth name when introducing himself.
“Jairo.”

“
Hello, how are you?”

“
Good. You?”

“
Same here.” A faint laugh rang through the line connecting
them.

His heart stuttered. Jairo opened his mouth to tell her
everything he felt for her, but this was the first time they were
talking without his sister’s guidance. He didn’t want to scare her
off.

Besides, this very well could be a fluke.

Yeah, right. You know exactly who you are to her and she knows
the same.

Every question he asked she answered, sometimes with attitude,
making him smile. When Joy asked, in return he tried to respond the
way she did, and then she’d laugh and the sound made his heart
swell and soar.

She was the most beautiful creature he had met. Her quick wit
and play with words were similar to his own cool demeanor. Her
heart and soul were golden, even as she brushed aside the
compliments like an expert.

Time flew by and Jairo couldn’t think of being with any other.
She made him smile and laugh and even got him to forget the tough
times in his everyday life.

Each word she spoke filled his heart and made his soul light.
It freed him in a way he hadn’t known possible.

Although Joy avoided certain subjects, she talked about
everything else. Without limits, open and very honest, her honesty
reminded him of his.

Pounding on the hotel door drew his attention from the traits
he was focusing on with Joy.

“
I hate to end this, but my brother-in-law is here. I’m
supposed to train with him, he’s not a runner. I said I’d help
while I was visiting. If I don’t get a move on he’s gonna kill
me.”

“
Well, we can’t have that, now, can we?” Joy laughed and his
stomach flipped.

“
No, that wouldn’t be a good thing.”

“
I bet.” She giggled this time and his heart thumped louder.
“If he does kill you, I’ll go to your funeral and leave a rose on
your casket.” He stumbled, putting on his runners while holding the
phone to his ear. “I’ll even be nice and pluck the thorns off
personally so you don’t scratch yourself in the
afterlife.”

“
Yeah, promise?” Everything froze inside him as he awaited her
response.

“
Of course, I always keep my promises.”

Jairo had not realized he held his breath until it left him in
a whoosh. He couldn’t describe what flowed through him with those
simple words. If he had been fighting what was between them he lost
the battle with her promise.