Chapter 68: Chapter 68

"We are here." Jerol says, waking me up. I am becoming so prone to sleep nowadays. I hope I am not becoming a lazy bone. Eyes roll!

I wake up, yawning as if I have been napping for a whole decade, and stretching my stiff and fragile muscles. A little slumber and I wake up feeling like crap, yet I still have eight whole months! My!

Shooting my eyes outside, I try to scan and take in the ostensibly exotic atmosphere which does not seem familiar at all. Not the environment, not the place itself, nothing rings a bell. Where did Jerol bring me? Even the aura bleeds so distinctly.

But then again, I should actually smirk at myself for mocking myself. Where do I know? Heck! I have been to no other place aside from that disgusting shitty home. Jerol's place was the second place I got a chance to know.

All the same, wherever that my sweet husband brought me, I am sure I am gonna have the bliss to core here. The white fences, no, hang on! It's the white theme! The white fences, the sparkly white compound, and what am I seeing here? Another castle?

"Wow!" I exclaim, tilting my head a little to try and catch a little more of the beautiful building before me. It's also painted white. Peace - which is what we need.

"Shall we?" I did not know how long Jerol has been holding the door for me, but the second I realize it, I almost step on his feet as I leap out in excitement.

These beautiful surroundings are so mesmerizing that I feel like I want to spend my entire life here already. The place exudes peace, and I did not know how much I yearned for it until now. I continue voyaging my eyes around as I recharge my lung with more of this raw aura, until I spot something that halted my cruise.

A cave? Is that a cave I am seeing beyond the fences in the far north?

"You want to see it?" Jerol asks, my enthusiastic utterance coercing a smile from his lips.

God! I know I conform an extremely ecstatic child who has toured Disney land for the first time. Or like a village girl who just tapped her feet on the city for the first time. I am euphoric. Where am I?

"Well? Which one do you want to tour first? Our house, or the cave?" Jerol asks again while I continue savoring the beauty this place is percolating to me.

Well, which one do I choose? I am enthusiastically feverish for the both of them just the same.

"I know. Wait." Again, Jerol had to speak, sauntering behind me towards the gate where a small but beautiful cottage stands. I didn't notice it until now. He starts speaking to the man standing at the door, while I drink in more of my surroundings with my eyes.

Now, this is grandeur at its best! Beauty and peace! It doesn't just stop in your eyes, but it surges deep through your veins. Compared to the place I lived in until five months ago, I feel like I am in Paradise. In real peaceful heaven!

"Let's go?"Jerol startles me again, cutting my cruise short as he takes my hand, pulling me towards the gate.

"So, the cave?" I implore as we match out of the gate hand in hand.

"Yes." He says.

We take a path that leads us down to something that looks like a forest, and according to my compass direction from this castle, the cafe should be beyond these trees. The rain from last night seems to have poured triple in this area than where we came from, leaving the place so mucky and slippery.

Gladly, I wore sneakers when I went to see Grego this morning which I did not take off after. But Jerol, what the hell was he thinking wearing saddles? Poor thing! He is struggling a lot.

"Hold on!" He says, stopping and bending his gorgeous back as I stand to see what he is doing.

He folds his jeans up to the knees, and to my surprise, the saddles are gone, leaving him barefoot as his imprints sink into the mad!

Wow! I mean, he...

"We can proceed." He says, as if nothing is wrong at all. Like a filthy billionaire like him is not kissing the mud barefoot and is about to dance in this mud for a distance.

"Like this?" I ask, unsure of the success of this tour. How will he walk like this? It's so muddy all the way.

"Yes." He affirms, not sounding troubled or unsure at all.

"Are you sure? We can go back and do this tomorrow." I say, sympathizing with him.

"I am okay, Tessa! I have done this countless times." He assures me, and at this point, I think I don't have to contend anymore.

The image of him this way strikes me differently though.

"Okay." I say.

He carries his saddles in one hand, while the other pins me to his hip as we start down the muddy path again.

My! He is so down-to-earth for a man of his pedigree! I can visualize the drama of asking someone like Grego to do this. He might even spit on your face. Pride and ego! I love my Jerol, and I am falling deep for him with every discovery.

Well, aside from the drinking part. That was a turn-off for me, but I am glad he is all sober now. He is back to my typical cool Jerol. And I know he meant it when said he will never drink again.

"We could have just stayed back at the castle if you wanted to ogle me!" He says, urging a smirk from me.

"Is it a sin to ogle my husband?" I ask.

"Not at all. But there is a more cultivating view before you." He says, and I snap my face forward.

"Wow!" I mumble, staring at the beautiful ancient cave.

We are actually strutting at its rocky base. It looks so old, but beautiful and clean all the same. It is about a hundred meters high on the perimeter and about five hundred metres in length, that is if I am good at guessing. There are two entrances from my view, one on the right and the second on the left.

"Is it safe inside?" I ask.

"It has been for all those times I have been here before. It should be." He responds.

"Then..." I was about to imply that we go in, but I got a sight of his bare feet. He definitely will be nursing bruises even before we get to the entrance. That will be too much torture.

As if reading my mind, which I am certain he did, he takes off his tee, cleans all the mud from his feet with it, and tosses it aside when he is all done. He puts his saddles on, while I stare in awe.

He did that?

Hang on! He will remain bare chest in this freezing weather? I am sure it's much more colder in the cave.

"Let's go." He says, reaching for my hand.

"Aren't you feeling cold?" I ask with concern.

"It's fine. I will ask for a tee. You also need something warm. It's more freezing inside." He says as he fishes his phone.

"Who will you ask for? We did not bring any clothes." I ask as we make our way to the entrance.

"I did the packing." He says, earning a raised eyebrow from me.

"You did? When?" I implore.

"Before you came back from seeing my brother." He responds.

I see. He had it all planned, huh?

"You weren't even sure I will agree to this." I say as we enter the cave.

"I am certain of my irresistible charm. I was confident you couldn't refuse your sweet husband." He winks.

Ooh! Seems like someone is so full of himself, huh?

Hours later.

I am curled up in Jerol's arms as we bask in the warmth of the blanket around us and the blazing fire before us.

It seems like he had planned this so well. The man guarding the castle brought us some warm clothes which did not help so much. It's hell-cold inside this cave, and the cold became worse as the sun kissed the sky. I was dead shivering, but thanks to my incredible king of romance and sense. I did not know what he meant when he said we are gonna be swimming in immense warmth tonight and I will forget I even felt cold today.

Mentally I was like, hello? You said we are in Limuru and as history has it, it's never hot in Limuru.

Silly me!

Now I know what he meant - being curled up in his warm arms, under the warmth of the blanket, in front of a kind of a bonfire, and to top it all, under the spell of his percolating hot pheromones. There definitely can never be a better warmth than this one. I am intoxicated. I am burning! How did that cold feel again?

"Are you okay?" Jerol speaks, his hands doing sweet rounds on my back.

I shift, clambering to his lap as I peek up at him. Ooh, this night better be long!

"Better than ever!" I say as our eyes lock, the fire doing not so much enough to shine for us. Or am I this intoxicated?

I love the way his face looks under the dim light - bright but under the shadows of vagueness.

"Is the cold all gone?" He speaks, the warmth of his words caressing my face gently as we are just an inch apart.

Cold?

"I am so hot!" I whimper, coercing a charming grin from him.

"I see! My wife is hot, huh? Wait, hot or horny?" He teases as his hand sneak beneath my tops, making me shiver as his bare contact meets my melting skin.

Got or horny? Is there a difference?

"Both." I murmur to his tempting luscious lips, almost crashing on them, but a soft brush of his thumb on my hard nipples summons a needy moan from me, making me shy. I end up hiding my rosy face behind his ear.

Damn! I didn't intend to.

"And why is my sweet horny wife shy now?" He teases in a whimper, bleeding all his strength on my nipples, making me scream with pleasure.

"I... I... Am... Ooh!" Damn me! What am I saying again?

"You are shy to show how much your husband is pleasuring you, huh?" He grumbles huskily on my neck, pinching my nipples so hard and sweet that he summons my gaze from my hiding place.

"No!" I whimper so silently that I am not sure it made it to his ears, but a cocky grin from him proves that it did.

"Mmh. Then show me that you are not shy." He says, earning a moan of letdown from me as his hands cut the pleasure they were bleeding on me. "Show me that you want me to pleasure you, and I promise you will have the best night of your life." He devilishly whispers, a surge of adrenaline rush tickling me down my spine, arousing the butterflies in my belly.

I have had my best nights in his arms already. What more could make this one special, huh?

My curiosity and desires drive my hands to my jacket, grabbing the zip and pulling it down slowly as he states in pleasure and awe. One by one, all the fabrics covering my body kiss the floor. I don't even mind where they fall, and I am not worried that I might have tossed some right into the fire. I am driven by a dominant compelling force to this.

I kneel before him when I am done, slowly nudging him backwards until he is sprawled beneath me on the duvet serving as our mattress tonight, his husky breath nuzzling my face as I reach for his tee.

Now, I have a sense that I am doing this the wrong way. This is more of me pleasuring him and not what he had implied. But since he seems to be getting a thrilling kick out of my wild madness, who am I to worry?

Resting his white boxer on the floor, I turn my full attention to him, wondering what to do next, until I catch a glimpse of his hard meat. Hard, but seemingly so tender! My mind goes wild with assorted wild thoughts. They are crazy, and for a moment I think that I am really possessed. I can't even look anywhere else. My eyes are glued there, scrutinizing every inch of it. And then he speaks, blowing my wild little brain away.

"Will you give me the pleasure of tasting it with your mouth, baby? It won't hurt."

Damn!

Of course, how can something so holy, so irresistibly delicious, hurt, huh? And it will be my honor to suckle this red tip of it, and feel it stroke the walls of my mouth as it swims in my juice. I can imagine the sense of it tickling my core as my lips hug its base so tight.

Ooh, dang! I mean, holy me! What am I thinking? When did I become a dirty little horny girl, huh?

"Well, baby? I am waiting!" He whispers, and I swallow hard.

Well, to hell with buts...