by Myla Jackson
“Assuming vampires exist, yes.”
“If you trusted that friend, then I’d trust your judgment.”
“But would you hate that my friend was a vampire?”
More confused than he wanted to admit he told her what he hoped she wanted to hear. “No.”
Julie let out a long breath, her stiff shoulders loosening. “Good.”
“Good, good.” This time when he closed the distance, she didn’t back away. Roger pulled her into his arms and kissed her. “I think you’re terrific and any friend of yours is a friend of mine.”
“One more thing—”
“I’d love anyone you care about. Enough talk. I’ve been waiting for this since I saw you at the hospital.”
Julie gave up. With Roger warm and willing, kissing her on the neck and lower, she could resist no longer. Hell, she’d all but told him she was a vampire and he didn’t seem to be repelled by the thought of someone being a vampire. He’d be all right when he learned the truth, wouldn’t he?
He lifted her shirt up and over her head and Julie lost her ability to think. Roger’s hands were everywhere she wanted them and then some. Her jeans and panties were next to go and she stood naked in front of him.
Julie had never felt as complete with any other man as she did with Roger. He made her whole. Her hands moved to the buttons on his polo shirt, slipping them loose. Then with more eagerness than grace, she yanked it up and over his head, tossing it to the corner where it hung on a floor lamp. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if it would catch fire. Following that thought was the surety the sheets would ignite first.
All her adult life, she’d gone from relationship to relationship despairing of finding a man who shared her interests. Roger cared about people, preferred walking in the rain rather than using an umbrella and liked the same mix of action adventure and science fiction movies. He was a man who enjoyed reading as a form of entertainment and scuba diving. Not that she’d get to do much of that, now that she was a vampire. Her activities would be limited to nocturnal pursuits.
Everything had changed and yet everything was the same.
She was a vampire and couldn’t go out in the sun, but she still loved this man who was dropping kisses on her bare shoulder. As his warm, wet tongue flicked at her collarbone, she planted hands on either side of his face and guided him farther south to her left breast. “Ahhh. You’re getting warmer.”
“You got that right. Too warm.” He sucked her breast into his mouth and tugged on it gently. At the same time, he struggled with his belt and the clasp on his jeans. When he almost fell over, his mouth left her breast and he grinned. “I think I need both hands to get out of these.”
She liked the way he could joke about the little things and how his smile melted her knees. “Let me help.”
With both hands, she grasped the snap and flicked it loose. The zipper slid downward with ease and she had him out of those jeans so fast she surprised even herself. Oh yeah, vampire speed, better than the internet speed on her home computer.
Roger stood in the middle of the room, naked and glorious with brows raised.
A glance downward made her flush with a rush of sensual awareness.
His cock jutted out, hard and full.
A smile curved her lips and she reached out to take his penis into her hands. “Miss me?” Her fingers curled around him, reveling in the dichotomy of velvety soft skin and the steely hardness beneath.
Roger’s chest filled with a deep breath and he let it out in a groan. “More than you can imagine.” His hands rose to grasp her arms. “You sure you’re okay?”
“As good as I can be.” Given that I’m a vampire and I don’t have the guts to tell you.
“Come here.” He pulled her to him, his cock bumping against her belly. “I need to be inside you.”
“And I need you there.” With one hand, she moved his hand downward guiding his fingers to her clit. Her other hand slid along his length, smoothing over the skin and down to his balls.
“If you’re not careful, I won’t make it to the whipped cream.”
“We can always have dessert later.” She lifted one leg, wrapping it around his hip, her cunt pressed against his thigh.
“Don’t you want to move into the bedroom?” Two rough fingers pushed up inside her, spreading her open, widening her channel for a much larger insertion.
Her pussy responded with a rush of cream and suddenly every nerve cell in Julie’s body ignited, sending heat flaming through her body. “How about here…now.” She dropped to the carpet, pulling him down with her.
“What about foreplay?”
“Later.” Julie’s knees fell open and Roger settled between them, pressing the tip of his cock to her wet pussy.
He paused. “Somehow I pictured this seduction a little differently.”
“Are you disappointed?”
He dipped the tip of his cock into her cunt. “No.”
“Good.” Then she grabbed his firm buttocks and slammed him home. “Fuck me, Roger. Fuck me hard.”
He chuckled, his dick sliding in and out in a slow steady rhythm. “My sweet Julie has a dirty mouth.”
“Does that bother you when I say that?”
“No, it makes me hot.” His pace increased, the friction heating up her insides.
“Then what are you waiting for?” She pulled her knees back to allow him deeper penetration. “I want it hard and fast.”
“I can do that.” He leaned down over her and kissed her lips. “I never dreamed being with you could feel so good.”
With her eyes closed to his gorgeous face, she internalized every stroke, memorizing the feeling of him sliding in and out of her. His thrusts pushed her closer to the edge, the rough fabric of the carpet against her naked buttocks only added to the experience. When he draped her legs over his shoulders and held onto her thighs, she thought she’d come all over him. But she forced her orgasm back, waiting until he was closer.
“Open your eyes, Julie.” Roger slowed, dropped her legs from his shoulders and leaned over to kiss her eyelids. “I want to see your eyes when you come.”
The gentle touch of his lips coaxed her to open them. With his cock filling her to full and heat burning through her body, her gaze focused on the throbbing pulse in his throat. Oh no. She shouldn’t have opened her eyes.
Don’t do it, Julie. Don’t bite him. You don’t need his blood. It felt so good to be fucked by him. The only thing that could maximize the experience was to sink her teeth into his neck and taste the blood coursing through his body.
When his pounding tempo reached a crescendo, Roger dropped down on top of her, gathering her close for one final thrust. His neck was within a hairsbreadth from her lips.
She’d kiss him. Only a kiss.
When her lips pressed against that throbbing pulse, Julie lost all control. She could feel her fangs extending and she couldn’t do anything to stop it.
With Roger’s final thrust, Julie’s teeth sank into his neck.
He stiffened. “What the fuck?” His surprise quickly evaporated as his orgasm shook him from head to toe.
Roger’s cock jerked inside Julie with the force of his semen shooting out.
Julie was lost in a heart-stopping explosion of sensations from red-hot blood coursing down her throat to waves of heat spreading from her cunt outward. The combination was overwhelming and completely consuming.
When her desire cooled and her thirst for blood was slaked, Julie released her hold on his neck and she lay back on the bed, wondering if she’d ever felt anything quite like that.
Then she turned to Roger, who’d rolled over next to her, a smile across his face, his skin a little pale beneath the tan.
Holy crap! Had she taken too much blood? Julie chewed her bottom lip. “You all right?”
“Never felt better.” His words were slightly slurred. “What was that you did? I’ve never had quite so intense an orgasm.”
“Me either.” He soun
ded drunk, but alive. Maybe she hadn’t overdone it.
One of his hands reached up to touch his neck where she’d bit him. “Did you bite me?”
“Uh…a little.” At least she didn’t lie. She could have bitten him a lot more.
“That’s what I thought.” His eyes drifted closed. “I’m very sleepy. Mind if I crash here?”
“I’d love it.”
As he drifted off, he whispered, “There’s so much I don’t know about you.”
“No kidding.”
“And I want to learn it all.” His voice faded, and he was asleep. A deep sleep, almost as if he was dead.
“Roger?” Julie leaned over him and shook his shoulders. “Roger?” Her heart squeezed tight choking off the blood she’d drained from his body. Was he dead? She pressed an ear to his chest.
A faint thrumming sound made her sag over the top of him. Thank God, she hadn’t killed him. But what if he died anyway? Luke’s victims had died.
Julie leaped from the bed and ran from the room. Before she made it to the door of her apartment, she remembered she was naked and ran back for her robe. When she yanked her front door open, she didn’t see William and plowed right into him.
“Whoa.” His arms gripped her shoulders and steadied her. “Where’s the fire?”
“I think I killed him. You have to help him.” Julie grabbed William’s arm and hauled him through her living room into the bedroom where Roger lay sprawled across the bed, naked and deathly pale.
“See? He’s not usually that pale.” Practically shoving William at the man, she cried, “And he won’t wake up.”
William stood back, staring down at the naked Roger. “Not bad, Julie. I bet he gave you a good ride, huh?” His lips twitched and he crossed his arms over his chest. “Although I think I might have him on the cock.”
“What are you saying?” Julie turned to William and clutched his arms. “The man might be dying and you’re comparing cocks? Did you hear me? I bit him!”
“I could tell by the flush in your cheeks.”
Julie was ready to slap the smile off William’s face, she was so frustrated. “Do something!”
“It’s okay, Julie. He’ll live. As long as he’s still breathing.” William nodded at Roger. “And he’s still breathing. He’ll be okay. Calm down.”
Julie turned away and paced the length of the bed, gazing down at Roger. “I don’t know what came over me. It’s as if I couldn’t stop myself.”
“That ability comes with practice. It’s natural for a vampire to bite during an orgasm.” He grinned. “Best orgasm you’ve ever had, wasn’t it?”
“Ah, geez.” She pressed her hands to her heated cheeks. “Beyond incredible.”
“And he didn’t mind that you’re a vampire?”
Her cheeks burned hotter and she turned away from William. “I sorta didn’t tell him.”
“You didn’t tell him?” William’s brows lifted. “I see.”
Julie spun to face him. “What do you see? That I’m a coward? That I’m a liar? Well, damn it, I love this man and I don’t want to screw things up between us. Not now.” She wrung her hands. “We’re just starting out.”
William raised his hands. “Okay. You don’t have to bite me to make a point.”
She glanced at the bite marks on Roger’s neck. “Will he remember?”
“Not if you don’t want him to.”
“What do you mean?” Her poor brain already on overload with vampire trivia, Julie forced herself to focus. “And what do I do about the bite? If he wakes up and sees those fang marks, he’ll know.”
“Another vampire perk. You can lick the wound closed and fade the scar as well as muddy the memory with a little telepathy.”
Julie glommed onto that piece of information. “I can do telepathy?”
“With practice.”
“Wow. Being a vampire does have some perks.” The immortal thing and the strength were a known quantity from the get-go, but telepathy? Cool. She wondered how many more advantages she’d discover and when.
William was shaking his head. “I don’t recommend reading minds, though. It can be messy and overwhelming to the neophyte vampire.”
“Whatever, as long as I can whitewash this little incident to where Roger doesn’t remember that I bit him.”
“Is that all you don’t want him to remember?” William glanced to where her robe hung open, exposing everything. “What about the sex?”
Wrapping the belt around her middle, she tied it with a jerk. “Oh, I want him to remember that. Can I do that? Wash away one memory without taking all of them?”
“Yes, if you’re careful.”
She clapped her hands together. “Let’s get started. I don’t know how long he’ll sleep.”
A loud rumbling sound woke Roger from a dead sleep. When he realized it was his own stomach, he darted a look over the side of the bed at the clock on the nightstand—6:00 p.m. Huh? The clock was not his, nor was the nightstand and the comforter or even the room.
Roger closed his eyes and reopened them, focusing on the woman walking through the doorway, wearing a silky white robe and her hair up in a towel, turban style. Julie—his angel of mercy and she carried a tray of what smelled like food in her hands.
“Good, you’re awake.” Julie set the tray on the bed and fluffed the pillows behind his head. “You must have been really tired to sleep so long.”
“I have to be to work in an hour.” The scent of coffee drew him to the contents of the tray. “Is that for me?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Yes. Since you slept through breakfast and lunch, I thought you might be hungry.” She removed a pan lid from the plate and steam rose from a mouth-watering pile of scrambled eggs, bacon and toast.
His stomach rumbled louder and he reached for the plate. Ravenous, he dug in. Not until he’d eaten several bites did he think to ask. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
Julie smoothed the comforter, refusing to meet his gaze. “I ate earlier.”
Pain stabbed through his temple and he winced. “Got any pain killers? I feel like I’ve got the hangover to beat all hangovers.”
“Sure. I’ll be right back.” She raced from the room and was back so fast, Roger barely had time to eat a bite of toast.
“How do you do that?”
“What?”
“Move so fast?” He reached for the tablets and water she handed him and downed them.
“Better?”
“Yeah. Except for the pain in my neck.”
“Pain?” She examined his neck with an inordinate amount of curiosity, her eyes widening. “Here, let me rub it for you.”
He shifted his head from side to side. “I think I slept on it wrong.”
“Oh, right. You slept so long.” She moved to sit behind him and massaged the knots in his stiff neck, leaning close to kiss the side that hurt. A warm wet tongue passed over the skin, leaving a trail of tingles.
“Umm, that feels good.”
“You like that?” She licked him again and followed by pressing a kiss to the spot. “There, all better.” Julie shifted behind him and stood.
The food, pills and massage all combined to make Roger feel much better. He laid the plate on the nightstand. “I don’t have to be to work for an hour.” Before Julie could get away, Roger snagged her hand and pulled her on top of him.
Her breasts pressed against his chest and her breathing was coming in ragged gasps. “I really think we need to talk.”
Roger kissed her lips. “About what?”
“About last night.”
He kissed the sensitive area below her earlobe. “Talk away.” He rolled her onto her back and spread her robe open.
“About last night…” she began.
“I remember.” He worked his way down her body, kissing and nipping the tips of her breasts, counting her ribs as his tongue slid downward. When he reached the soft fur of her mound, he spread her folds wide.
Julie gasped and her back arched. “Wh
at do you remember?”
“You were fantastic.” His mouth claimed her clit. He flicked and nibbled the nub until her fingers twined in his hair and pulled him even closer. Sliding a hand over her inner thigh, he thrust two fingers into her pussy, swirling in the creamy moisture.
“Do you remember anything else?” Her voice was a breathy whisper he barely heard.
“Yes. I remember.” He dragged his wet finger downward and circled her anus. “I remember wanting to do this.”
With her asshole moist from her own juices, he probed her, pushing steadily inward until his first knuckle was inside. He pointed the tip of his finger toward her vagina and pressed fingers from his other hand inside her pussy. He could feel the fingers from his other hand through the walls of her vagina. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, then continued his assault on her clit, stroking her cunt and anus as the same time.
Julie’s feet planted in the comforter and her bottom lifted off the bed. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it, baby. Come to me.” He flicked her clit, laving his tongue over it until she cried out. Then he shoved his fingers all the way inside her asshole and cunt at the same time.
Julie remained taut, her body jerking with her release. When her ass fell back to the bed, Roger climbed up her body and sank his cock deep inside her wet cunt. He rocked against her, the walls of her pussy clutching at his dick, pulling him deeper. She was so tight, so delicious. “I could do this forever,” he said against her neck and pumped in and out of her with a fierce longing to do just that. In a short amount of time, this woman had crawled into his heart—a heart he thought unable to love again after his ex-wife’s betrayal. Julie was his angel, a woman incapable of deception, unable to hurt others with lies. His body surged and shot him to the edge. Just as he toppled over and released inside her, he cried out. “I love you, Julie.”
Her body went rigid and she lay stiff and unmoving beneath him. “You can’t love me, Roger. You don’t know me.”
Chapter Nine
Roger had never been packed off and pushed out of a house so fast. What had he said? “I just don’t get it. I told her I loved her.”
