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In the midst of a battle for leadership at their Ojibway community, two enemies of opposing families fall in love…
After suffering a humiliating divorce, infuriated Catholic Jude Matawapit bolts to his family’s Ojibway community to begin a new job—but finds himself thrown into a battle for chief as his brother-in-law’s campaign manager. The radical Kabatay clan, with their extreme ideas about traditional Ojibway life, will stop at nothing to claim the leadership position and rid the reserve of Western culture and its religion once and for all, which threatens not only the non-traditional people of the community, but Jude’s chance at a brand-new life he’s creating for his children.
Recovering addict Raven Kabatay will do anything to win the respect and trust of her older siblings and mother after falling deep into drug addiction that brought shame and anger to her family. Not only does she have the opportunity to redeem herself by becoming her brother’s campaign manager for chief—if he wins, she’ll have the reserve’s backing to purchase the gold-mine diner where she works, finally making something of herself. But falling in love with the family’s sworn enemy—the deacon’s eldest son, Jude—will not just betray the Kabatay clan. It could destroy everything Raven believes in and has worked so hard for.
Jude’s beating heart warmed Raven’s ear. Warmed her chilled body. Warmed her quaking insides. His palm caressed the small of her back.
“Do you understand why he wants to see the end of the church now? It robbed him of a family.”
“You said he’s only forty-two. He’s still young enough to have a family of his own,” Jude murmured.
Raven’s stomach tightened. He didn’t understand or didn’t want to understand. “He’s raising Tyrell. See? The residential school again.”
“Tyrell’s mother attended?”
“No. Her parents did.” She lifted her head.
He gazed down, sifting his fingers through her hair.
Yes, they’d come out here for a reason. To hide from those who might tattle to their families. But even knowing what she’d lose, the ache throbbing inside her panties screamed for Jude. Screamed for his touch. His lips. His hands. His cock.
His mouth came down on hers. Raven’s limbs melted from his scent swathing her, a combination of honey and chamomile tea. Each soft pucker Jude lavished on her lips awakened flutters in her belly. The urge to squirm surfaced. Wiggle against him. The heat in her panties cajoled Raven to fondle Jude’s groin with her crotch. She met thickening dick beneath his jeans.
He moaned. His tongue slipped between her lips. She matched his sensual licks with teasing strokes. Damn, he was a good kisser. Gentle, but a hint of want in the potent exploration of her mouth.
She locked her arms around his broad shoulders. Gosh, she could ski off these babies since they were the size of baseballs. His cock bloomed to a full erection pressing on her belly. She almost squealed inside his mouth.
Still kissing, he steered Raven to the truck. She peeked at his half-open eyes. He peeked back and broke the kiss.
She leaned against the rear passenger door. “I never made it in the backseat of a truck. Is it as big as it looks?”
“Is what bigger than it looks?” Teasing invaded Jude’s question. His dark eyes glimmered.
“Silly man.” She poked his flat stomach. “You know what I’m talking about. Considering you stayed at your uncle and aunt’s as a teenager, I’m betting you got some experience back there.” She used her chin to motion at the truck.
“Sure do.” He opened the door, still grinning. “But not what you think. Remember, I was raised a good Catholic boy.”
“Never took advantage of a girl, hmm?” Yes, marriage had granted Jude sexual experience, but his lack of partners was a turn-on. She’d be the second woman to jerk his prick, suck his balls, and lick the head of his cock. “What’re we waiting for?”
“Lemme flip up the seats.”
“Oooh, they flip up?” Excitement curled around Raven’s clit, hot enough to wet the skimpy panties she’d made sure to shimmy on earlier. Hopefully Jude loved itty-bitty pink lace. She draped her arms around his waist while he pushed a button and folded the seats.
“C’mere.” He climbed in.
She snaked in beside him. As roomy as the back was, they were snuggled tight together.
He used his boot to close the door. “I should take these off, hey?”
“Let me.” She leaned forward and removed his snow boots. Then she made sure to worm out of her mukluks. “There.”
He’d plumped up their parkas to use as pillows.
She settled beside him. He was probably about five-eleven. Not too tall for the back. The deacon needed a thank you for gifting his son with a height beneath six feet.
Jude’s arm wound around Raven’s shoulder, and he drew her against his solid chest. They both had to keep their knees bent to fit. This was the time Raven cursed her own height. To be five feet and able to fit anywhere.
Her mouth met his lips. He lavished a steam-coated kiss on her. Each pucker and nibble curled her tummy with sweet tickles. This was nice. Kissing. She’d never simply kissed since she’d been a teenager and first experimenting with boys. Leave it to Jude to take his time. She wasn’t in a rush either. The caresses he lavished on her hair, the delicate licks and strokes of his tongue exploring her mouth wrapped Raven in sultry warmth.
She brushed at his hair—thick and coarse. He’d never lose these babies, not when his father still had a full jet-black mane. She glided her nails along the smooth skin of Jude’s face while he continued to taste her tongue, and then she traced the strong bones of his cheek and jawline.
Just their breaths and the humming engine filled the truck. She could have stayed out here forever, exploring his face, massaging his hair, sampling his tongue. The mmm noises he made were deep and full of satisfaction, enough to elicit a shiver from her.
His fingers wandered along her spine, his erection rubbing her thigh.
Raven wormed her hand downward. A bold move, but it’d been too long since she’d last jerked cock. Jude’s breathing heaved, his tongue plunging and searching. She curled her fingers around the button of his jeans. Her clit throbbed with anticipation. Just as she was about to unfasten the button, his hand seized her wrist.
Jude broke the kiss, hand still locking her wrist. He gaped at her, Adam’s apple bobbing.
“Wh-what is it?” she stammered. She’d never gotten this kind of reaction. If alone with a guy, the horny hunk couldn’t keep his pants on.
“I…I…” He released her wrist and settled his palm on her cheek. “I…I can’t think when I’m around you.”
Jude buried his face into Raven’s hair.
She skimmed his back with her nails. A good Catholic boy. According to his church, he was married until his annulment.
“I understand…” Something smothered Raven’s chest, maybe the disappointment invading her queasy stomach.
“No…don’t.” Jude’s deep voice was hushed. “This isn’t about you at all. It’s about me.” He pecked the top of her head.
“It’s your marriage, isn’t it?” Raven kept her face buried in his chest.
“No. It’s…my kids.”
“It’s okay.” She fingered a strand of his hair.
His dark eyes brightened. “It is?”
Raven nodded. “Can we at least kiss?”
Jude traced Raven’s cheekbone, the print of his finger leaving a delicious silken echo in its wake. “These are lethal. Beautiful.”
Flattery warmed her belly. “Thank you.”
“They are. You could cut diamonds with your cheekbones. A true Indian face. All your features are so defined. So…” His tone kept softening until his lips skimmed hers.
Raven accepted the melodious kiss. She’d never met a man who wasn’t ruled by his dick. Or a man who struggled with putting his own needs aside for those he loved. She was special to Jude. His actions more than said so. He wants more than sex from me.
She shuddered and molded herself against his strong body. His erection met her stomach. He was dying to have her but making no move to sneak his hand up her sweater or grab her ass.
In the past, violent poison had filled her mind whenever she saw a Matawapit or Darryl. Now, the venom was fading.
“Hmm…what is it? Are you okay?” Jude’s sleepy eyes peered at her.
Shit, she’d been too busy thinking that she’d forgotten to return his kiss. “I’m fine. Keep at it.”
“You sure?” His eyes questioned her.
“More than sure.” They were alone after two weeks apart. She deserved a night of wherever this led, whether taking a cold shower upon returning home or lying in bed savoring the moment of having a man deep inside her again.
She covered his mouth and feasted on his wet tongue that eagerly explored hers. Everything about him was clean and handsome. Mouth. Straight teeth. Outdoorsy breath. Shiny hair. Smooth, flawless skin.
Raven couldn’t resist and slid her hand inside his sweater to meet Jude’s firm back muscles. Gooseflesh pimpled his skin. She traced her fingers over the tiny bumps. He gasped in her mouth. She kept tracing the excited raised marks that said he enjoyed kissing and touching her, because his hand sat on her hip, rubbing.
His erection pressing along her stomach kept goading Raven. What did he feel like? Look like? She edged her fingers from his back and wormed her way to his jeans. His breathing hitched. He slid his hand from her hip to her ass and massaged her cheek. His palm seemed to burn through her back pocket.
A groan snuck from her throat. Jude broke the kiss and pecked her jawline. A path of pecks. A kiss to her lobe. A nibble behind her ear. A light lick on her neck. The steam and fever kept mounting. They should have turned down the truck temperature before getting in the back. Sweat crept between Raven’s legs, along with her wet excitement. Her panties would end up soaked if this kept up.
“You feel so good. Smell so nice.” Jude’s voice was as hot and wet as Raven’s pussy. He kept kneading her ass. His lips suckled her throat.
She gulped for breath. Her hand remained on his button. She unsnapped it.
He stiffened but kept planting kisses on her neck.
She edged down the zipper. Beneath her palm, his cock flickered. Her heartbeat jumped. She edged her hand inside the nest of warmth. Hair as coarse as his black mane brushed her fingers. Heat from his flesh scorched her hand. Thick pre-cum seeped along her fingers. Her clit kept throbbing. Tingles kissed her skin and slithered up her inner thighs, massaging the spot that always coaxed her to spread her legs and raise her hips.
She needed a taste of cock. Her cunt screamed for him.
When Raven gripped Jude’s thick erection, she cupped his wide girth and long, straight length. His cock thrust between her fisted hand. Moans deep from his throat moistened the skin of her throat. If she didn’t get her clothes off, she’d come in her jeans. The tingles were everywhere—on her spine, teasing the wet skin between her pussy lips, coiling around her clit, slithering down her thighs.
“Jude…” So hard to talk. Just panting.
“Oh God.” He gasped. His lips left her neck. They stared at each other. “C’mon.”
He struggled a bit but sat up. When he removed his sweater, Raven groaned at the dips and contours of his flexing muscles and dark skin. Her mouth filled with wet anticipation, aching to suck on his bare flesh.