by V. Vaughn
Alexander does as I ask, and I decide to tell him our love story. I pull open the top drawer of the dresser as I say, “Once upon a time, a small-town girl from northern Maine came to work for two brothers in a dark and creepy mansion by the sea.” I run my fingers over the lace underwear and lift up a sheer bra. “She was told to bring nothing more than a few essentials in her rusty old Subaru.” I drop the lingerie back in the drawer, and Alexander chuckles as I lift my shirt over my head to remove it. “Once she got past the stern gatekeeper, she was greeted by two men who found her fascinating in different ways. The older brother was serious and scared her as he wondered if her heart was his.” I twirl one of my curls around my finger. “But the younger brother had more important things on his mind. Like her hair.” I mimic his voice as I tug my curl straight and then let go. “They bounce!”
Alexander grins at me, and I turn around to bend over and tug down my jeans. “Although he wasn’t a fan of her hips.”
“Hey! I like your hips just fine. It was the skirt I didn’t like.”
“Okay. I’ll give you that,” I say as I unhook my bra. I turn around and let the straps fall down my arms as I watch Alexander’s eyes darken with desire. “This girl was naive, and that night at dinner, the younger brother couldn’t resist giving her a ménage romance to read. Because”—I drop my bra and hook my fingers into the sides of my panties—“he was interested in teaching her things she didn’t know.”
Alexander lets out a moan as I pull my underwear down to my ankles and kick them toward him. He catches the flimsy material and clutches it in his hand as his nostrils flare. “The girl was definitely interested in what she read, and she may have had a fantasy or two about the handsome younger brother that night.”
“You did?” he asks.
“I said maybe.” I step into a black lace thong and pull it up over my hips. As I grab the bra to match, I say, “The younger brother was afraid of his feelings for the girl, and he tried to stay away.” I put the bra on and give Alexander an evil grin as I grab my breasts and lift them up to fill the cups. “But their attraction was too great, and one night, he kissed the girl.”
I walk over to the bed where I laid the dress down and lift it up to slither it over my head. I turn to Alexander as I reach back to zip up the gown. “Their relationship”—I slide my hands slowly down the edges of my body to smooth out the silk, and my voice gets breathy—“followed a tumultuous path.” I move over to him and step between his spread thighs. “But in the end, love won.”
I let out a yelp when Alexander grabs my hips and pulls me to his lap. He captures my mouth in a kiss that drowns me, and the zipper I just pulled up hums as he tugs it back down. He strips the dress off my shoulders and covers my neck and shoulders with kisses before he moves to my breast and bites my nipple through the sheer lace of my bra. I let out a whimper, and he pulls back. “Don’t stop,” I say.
“I’m just getting started,” he says as he lifts me up, and we stand. I let the dress fall to the floor, and Alexander guides me to the bed. He pushes me lightly, and I laugh as I fall back on it. He says, “Once upon a time, there was a vampire who lived in a grand mansion by the sea.”
“Creepy,” I say.
He reaches for my thong and tugs it down. “I believe this is my story.”
I chuckle. “Right. Sorry.”
“His brother had the idea to hire a beautiful young girl to work for them.” Alexander tugs his shirt off in one fell swoop before his belt buckle rattles as he undoes it to remove his jeans. “The younger brother wasn’t so sure, especially when she showed up in a death trap of a car.”
I think about my Alfa Romeo he bought me. “You fixed that.”
“You’re not a very good listener, Maggie.”
I drag my fingers across my lips as if I’m zipping my mouth shut, before I gaze down at his glorious erection. He climbs on the bed and pushes my thighs apart. My insides tremble with anticipation as he says, “But the moment”—Alexander inhales deeply—“he was near her intoxicating scent, he knew it was the best idea his older brother had ever had.”
Alexander lowers his mouth between my legs and laps at my tender folds. I arch up, begging for more, as I let out a moan of pleasure. He slides his fingers into me. “She became all he could think about. He wanted to hold her.” He hooks a finger, and my orgasm builds. “Touch her.” I thread my hand through his hair and grip the silky tendrils as I cry out and let my release rock through me.
I ride the wave as Alexander continues to stroke and lick me, and when he finally lets me down, I sigh and say, “I like this story.”
“And that’s just the beginning.”
He moves up my body, and I wrap my legs around his waist as I grab his cock to guide him inside me. As he slides in, I say, “Tell me more.” I reach up and pull his head down for a kiss. I drink him in as he fills me again and again, like waves rushing in and pulling me under. My pleasure rises up as our movements become erratic, frantic with need, until suddenly, ecstasy crashes over me. I dig my nails into Alexander’s firm flesh as he lets out a low groan with his orgasm.
He stills, buried deep inside of me, and I gaze into the face of my soul mate as he looks at me in a way I’ll never tire of seeing. “I love you, Alexander.”
“I love you too, Maggie.” He rolls off me and wraps his body around mine to hold me tight, and we drift off to sleep.
I don’t doze for long, and while Alexander sleeps, I slide out from under him to stand by the windows. I gaze out at the ocean and watch the waves of the water dance under the moonlight. I think about arriving here and being mesmerized by the sun glittering on the open sea. My heart was weak, and with each beat, I knew my life was coming closer to an end. I had big plans to make the most of the time I had left. And I did. I had a taste of the fame I’d always dreamed of and found a great love.
“Maggie,” says Alexander. I turn to him, and he gets out of the bed and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around me, and I sigh in his embrace. “I didn’t finish my story.”
“No?”
“The brother loved the woman who stole his heart when she was human, but when she became a vampire, he realized it had belonged to her the whole time.”
“Oh, Alexander.” My love for him fills me with warmth, and I say, “I didn’t finish mine either. The girl who came here thought she needed a heart to live. But now that she no longer needs her heart to beat, she— No.” I rise up on my tiptoes so that our lips are practically touching. “I realize I still need it for the most important thing. To love you.” I nip at his lips before I say, “Forever.”
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V. Vaughn lives on an island in Maine with her three Portuguese Water dogs.
V. Vaughn also writes Contemporary Romance as Violet Vaughn and Cozy Mysteries with her bestie as Lucy Quinn.
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