Free Goddess in the Middle by Stephanie Julian Page B

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    It was the least he could do to thank the Lady Amity for her help. And the mind-blowing sex.

Chapter 5
    Amity fought to open her eyes. They felt weighted, as if she hadn’t slept for days.
    Beside her, she felt the warmth of a large body. A male body.
    Remy.
    Memories of last night ran through her mind. The demon. The fight. Remy and Rom saving her life. Healing Rom. Having amazing sex with Rom. Then healing Remy.
    Carefully, she sat up, clenching and unclenching her fingers that felt as if she’d held them in fists all night. It was an aftereffect of running that much power through them. When they felt marginally better, she stretched her hands over Remy’s torso, careful not to let them touch him.
    He’d had massive internal injuries and if she’d waited even a half hour more he would have succumbed to them.
    And she’d nearly gotten lost in Rom’s lovemaking…
    Her mind wanted to go back over every detail, every second.
    No. Taking a deep breath and shaking her head, she forced her eyes open and stared down at Remy. She breathed a little easier as she noticed the color returning to his cheeks and the more natural rise and fall of his chest.
    He would be fine after he’d rested.
    A yawn caught her by surprise and she lifted a visibly shaking hand to cover her mouth. Actually, she shook all over. Her arms were covered in goose bumps, and her teeth were beginning to chatter.
    Cold. She was so cold, a reaction to the length and intensity of the healing. She’d not done anything like this in years. She hadn’t had the power to even attempt it.
    But with Rom…
    What was it about Rom?
    No, it wasn’t just Rom. It was Remy as well. She’d felt the power surge the night before when she’d had sex with Remy. She’d just been so surprised by it, she hadn’t done anything to capture that power and hold on to it.
    What was going on between the three of them that had allowed her to heal Rom and recharge fast enough to heal Remy?
    And how had they shown up at the exact moment she’d needed them? With a sword strapped to Rom’s back?
    So many questions.
    She yawned again, her eyelids having difficulty staying up. A nap sounded really good at that moment. And she would say she deserved it. There was more than enough room next to Remy to spread out and close her eyes for a few minutes.
    And it would be no hardship to sleep next to him, though sleeping wouldn’t be first on her list if she were rested.
    Wow, for someone who hadn’t had much sex in the last few… well, hundred years or so, her libido had definitely been jump-started.
    Lifting one hand, she smoothed it over Remy’s messy golden-brown hair then along the whiskers on his chin.
    As if he felt her touch, which he really shouldn’t considering all he’d just been through, he shifted his head toward her.
    Her fingers brushed against his lips and she shivered again, though not from cold.
    She closed her eyes—and nearly fell on top of him.
    With a sigh, she stretched out next to him, the heat of his body drawing her closer until her back pressed against his arm.
    His warmth seeped into her, and she closed her eyes.
    ***
    Remy opened his eyes and stared at the blank white ceiling.
    Soft light seeped through the shade at the window and he smelled… Rom’s meatloaf. His stomach growled and he put a hand over it, as if he could cover up the sound.
    His elbow brushed against something warm and soft. What the hell was Rom—
    No, not Rom.
    Amity lay beside him, sound asleep. She rested on her side facing him, the brown silk of her hair curling across her face, a few strands fluttering around her mouth as she breathed. Her eyes were closed, obviously, so he couldn’t tell their color, but that meant he could study her features more closely.
    And realized nothing had changed from the first moment he’d seen her. She was beautiful. So damn pretty he wanted to lean over and press his mouth against hers and—
    He drew in a deep breath as he caught the