by Mary Abshire
"But you'll freeze." I held out the palm of my hand. "Give me the keys, and I'll run in."
Drake dug into his pocket. The keys clinked together as he handed them to me.
"When you get inside, you will see a set of stairs leading up on the left and another set going down. Take the ones down and stay to your right. If I recall, the button to lift the door is above the light switch in the garage."
"Got it. Give me a minute to get there."
Before he could change his mind, I shoved open the door. The wind spit flakes in my face and tossed my hair as I hopped out of the vehicle. The climate felt good to me, but it definitely would've frozen my lover. Heading toward the front of the home, I jumped through the knee-deep snow. Thankfully, a small light near the door guided my way. As I trudged up an incline toward the light, I studied the keys in my hand. Two were silver and two were gold. I'd have to guess which ones went to the right lock.
Legs covered with snow, I finally reached the door. I held open the screen, then inserted one of the gold keys into the deadbolt. The lock clicked after I twisted the key. Score one for me! I slid the same key into the knob. The door opened after I unlocked it. Lucky guess.
A rush of warm air greeted me as I dashed inside. I flipped on the lights. Finding the stairs, I descended the set on the right. On the second step, my foot slid out from under me. I fell with a hard thud on my rear—not once, but three times.
"Fuck!" I shouted, then slid down another step and groaned. The water pressure inside me was ready to burst. I hadn't peed my pants yet, but if I didn't hurry…
Clenching the keys in one hand, I gripped the railing with my other and pulled myself up. My ass throbbed from where I'd hit it. I took the last step with extreme care.
Rubbing my sore spot, I proceeded through a large living area. The light from the entryway guided my way. A large island with several stools separated the living space from the kitchen. I spotted a door a few feet beyond the seating area. I assumed it was the entrance to the garage and headed for it.
After tugging on the handle, I stood in the doorway to a dark, cool room. I slid my hand along the side of the wall in search of the device to raise the garage door. Finding the light switch, I flipped the lights on. Ah, there's the opener. I pressed the button.
The garage door lifted, making loud squeals and crunches. I stepped into the large, empty space and stayed near the wall as Drake steered the vehicle inside. Cold air rushed in and squeezed my bladder. I needed to find the bathroom soon before I started tap dancing.
Once Drake parked the vehicle, I opened the door to the backseat.
"What happened inside?" he asked, stepping out of the SUV. "I heard a loud noise and you cursing."
I grabbed the two bags Anthony had packed for me. "Oh, nothing. I just slid down your stairs and fell on my ass." I twisted around, bags rustling in my hands. "Where's the bathroom?"
"Past the stairs you will find an office and laundry room. I believe there is a facility located near there."
I whisked past him. "I'll come back and help unpack."
"No need. I can get everything," he said.
The call of nature pressured me as I dropped the keys and two sacks on the counter. Following Drake's instructions, I hurried toward the stairs, passed them, then found the rooms he mentioned. I flipped on the lights and saw a door ajar. Sweet Mary, I hoped it led to the bathroom. I pushed the door open and gave praise. Mere seconds later, so did my bladder.
After I cleaned up, I headed back to check on Drake. In the living room, his large suitcase stood upright by a recliner. Hearing the shuffle of feet in the garage, I turned my attention to the door. Drake strode in carrying my luggage and purse.
I ran to him. "Let me help." I took my bag from him.
He slipped his hat off his head, then set it on the center island. "I have a large bedroom in the basement—"
"There's another level down?"
"Yes, two bedrooms and a large bathroom. I suggest we occupy the lower level rooms."
I shrugged. "Fine with me."
As he walked past me carrying my bag, I suddenly felt as if we were a married couple on vacation. A smile spread quickly across my face. I loved my vampire lover.
While Drake took care of my luggage and his, I unpacked the groceries Anthony had given us. If the snow kept us inside for a few days, at least I had a couple of frozen meals and cans of soup to hold me over. As for Drake, he sated his hunger through me. After I had all the goods stored away, I shut off the lights, grabbed my purse, then headed to the basement.
At the end of the short flight of stairs, I reached a small hall where my options were limited to a door on the left and one on the right. The temperature felt cooler and the smell of something burning drifted in the air. A dim light glowed from the room on the left.
"Drake?" I said, tracing the scent.
"In here."
I entered into the bedroom and stopped. Drake was crouched in front of a fireplace. His leather jacket and my suitcase lay on the massive king-sized bed not far from him.
"I wanted to get the fire going before unpacking," he said.
The large room contained a bed at one end, a fireplace in the middle, and a recliner in the corner at the other end, near a small table. A long dresser backed up to the wall behind me. Above the dresser, a large flat screen television hung on the wall. Not far from where I'd come in, I spotted another door. I presumed it led to the bathroom.
"This is big," I said. My apartment in Indianapolis could've fit into his bedroom.
Drake fiddled with the small fire, poking at it with an iron. "There are three more rooms upstairs, if you decide you want to move up there. The fireplace extends upstairs also."
"This is nice." But then, I had yet to be in a home of his that was anything less than spacious, luxurious, and every woman's dream. Drake definitely had plenty of money to keep me from worrying about surviving.
Near the back corner, I spotted a door. "Is that the bathroom?" I asked, pointing my finger in the general area. I imagined the fixtures were just as lavish. Before he could answer, I headed toward the corner.
"Yes. It connects to the closet and another room."
I pushed on the handle, then flipped on the light. Once again, I gazed in awe. A normal-sized bedroom could've fit inside the spacious bathroom. On one side, a large glass shower took up half the bathroom. The other half had a deep, black whirlpool tub. Red towels hung from the racks. The floor tile was a mixture of black and white. A long black counter with two large sinks took up half the space across from the bathing side of the bathroom. The commode stood next to the vanity. Two more doors, one open and one shut, were located at the other end of the room. And the house was forty years old or more?
I strolled out. "This house doesn't look that old. Are you sure we are at the right place?"
"I supplied Anthony with funds to keep it up to date." Drake rose with the poker in his hand.
Why was I not surprised? Drake had an endless amount of money. Considering he'd survived over eight centuries, he damn well should've learned a few investment strategies.
"Well, he did a fine job. I'm going to shower and clean up."
Drake slid my luggage off the bed, then stood it upright. "I will start unpacking."
I removed my vest jacket, then hung it over the top of my bag. "We can do that later if you want." It would give me something to do during the day anyway.
I bent, then unzipped the outside pouch of my bloated luggage. Drake had offered to buy all new supplies, but I didn't want to waste time and money when I had everything I needed at the last house. It was a good thing I had packed all my toiletries because I doubted any store would be open during a blizzard—not even Walmart.
"I'll find something for you to wear while you're cleaning up," he said in a voice that nearly made me melt.
"Good idea. Find something…appropriate for me." Hiding my smile, I grabbed my toiletries, then headed for the bathroom. Part of me wan
ted to turn around and jump into his arms, but I had enough sweat on me that I felt as if I hadn't bathed in days.
I stopped at the dual sinks and set my Ziploc bag of goodies on the counter. Staring at my reflection, I noticed my skin tone seemed paler than normal. The lights were brighter compared to the ones in the last house, so I hadn't noticed a change. Maybe I'd spent too much time inside like Drake had noted earlier. A tanning bed would add some color. I'd have to look for one in town. After I brushed my teeth, I stripped, then stepped into the wide shower with my supplies in hand.
Warm water from seven different nozzles hit me all at once. The surprise made me flinch, but I quickly relaxed under the water. Yeah, a girl could get used to such nice luxuries. I enjoyed the massaging sprays while I took my time washing my hair and body. A dark blur strode by the cloudy glass doors, capturing my gaze.
"Drake?"
The shadow returned. "Do you need something?"
I leaned my head under the spray. "No. What are you doing?"
"Hanging up clothes." His silhouette disappeared.
Drake deserved a ton of credit for all the little tedious things he did for me, like hanging up clothes, shopping, cooking, laundry—you name it. If I mentioned I needed something, he made it a priority to get it. While I appreciated him taking care of me, at times I wished he would let me do something.
As I added conditioner to my soaking wet hair, I thought about the discussion we'd had in the car. I loved the man with all my heart, but could I spend eternity with him doing every little thing for me? Most women would probably drop dead for the chance. Sure, I appreciated everything he did, without question. But I'd taken care of myself most of my life. Now that I didn't have to, I felt…out of sorts. Maybe we could work out an arrangement.
I rinsed the suds from my hair and relaxed under one of the shower heads. Why was I worrying about eternity? I was twenty-five. I had plenty of time to think about what I wanted to do about my mortality.
The rattling of a bag encouraged me to return to the present. I wiped the water from my eyes and moved out of the way of the spray hitting my head. The door clicked as it opened.
"Mind if I join you?" Drake entered the shower, naked and oh-so-yummy looking. His solid chest and muscles warmed my insides. Better yet, he'd been blessed him with an exquisitely large cock, and it was hard and ready for some loving. Staring at his shaft, my heart thumped faster.
"Come on in," I said.
A grin played upon his lips as he scanned the length of my body. He stepped closer. "I think you forgot something." He held up a bottle of green bath gel and shook it.
"Glad you found it," I said, admiring the view of him. His elongated cock pointed at me. The temptation to touch him and take him into me gnawed at me like a greedy piranha fish. Oh, I wanted him badly. "Perhaps you can help clean me up."
"I would love to help," he said with a playful gaze.
The lid on the small bottle snapped when he pressed it. I stood under the shower while he squeezed the green fluid in the palm of his hand.
"Turn around. I want to massage your back first."
His warm voice cajoled me into complying. Anticipation built within me while I faced the wall, waiting patiently for his touch.
Drake's hands glided across my shoulders, smoothing the gel in circular movements over my skin. Slowly, he brought his hand down my back. My nipples became hard fast, excited from his stimulating caress. The scent of pear encompassed us.
"Lift your arms," he said softly.
I obeyed his request and pressed my palms on the tiles. He slid his fingers along the sides of my body, close to my breasts but not close enough. The tease made my nipples ache more and ignited a lusty need between my legs. Biting my lip and tilting my head back, I resisted the urge to spin around and claim him. But oh, how I wanted to.
As his hands slid down my hips, I trembled slightly. His thumbs pressed into my body, massaging, rubbing, and kneading. The hungry desire continued to rise within me, aroused by his tender, loving touch. When he removed his hands, the loss irritated me. Must. Have. More.
I glanced over my shoulder. "I hope you weren't done."
Drake poured more green liquid into his palm. Those pink lips I longed to kiss formed a beautiful smile. "Not even close."
My heart sang with joy as I returned my attention to the wall in front of me.
"Spread your legs," he said.
His voice was sweet music to my ears. How could I resist him?
I followed his instruction. Drake lathered the gel on my butt cheeks, then groped them. The need for more than his touch burned within me. I yearned for deep fulfillment between my thighs. He squeezed my rear again, rousing my inner desire even more. Then he nipped one of my butt cheeks. An erotic zing raced up to my breasts.
"Damn, Drake." I scraped my nails over the tile.
He treated the other side with the same care. When he bit into my flesh, another bolt of ecstasy rushed through me. "You are driving me wild."
I glanced over my shoulder. Drake was on his knees and his hands were on my ass. He spread my cheeks, then ran his cool tongue down my crevice. My body heated up as if I had a fever. Desire burned inside me. I bit my lip again. His tongue delved deeper and I thought my knees would buckle. After several licks that had me trembling and longing for more, Drake slid his hands over my thighs and nibbled at my flesh.
"I love biting you." He nipped my rear harder.
"Hey!" I wanted to spin around, jump his stiff bone, and scream with glorious ecstasy. Damn him for making crazy for him.
"I love tasting you." He slipped two fingers inside me. My slickness granted him easy entrance. "I can tell you are as ready as I am."
He slid his digits in and out, driving me wild with need. A soft moan left me. My desire blazed intensely, yearning for more of him. I cursed him for making me so hot and loved him for making me feel so good.
Drake removed his fingers. "Turn around."
Slowly, I twisted to face him. The centers of his eyes were full and as black as the tiles on the floor. Hands on my hips, he kissed the area below my navel. I raked my fingers through his soft brown hair. The vampire was so gentle, so loving, so caring, and so unlike any other vampire I'd ever met—unlike any man I'd ever met.
His kiss drifted south until he reached my wet folds. When he slid his tongue into me, my legs quivered. My body craved more—needed more, as if life depended upon his tongue. Every lick and stroke along my heated core brought me closer to heaven. I loved him so much. How could I think of life without him?
My climax drew nearer with each caress. The feel of his tongue inside me, rubbing me, teasing, and daring me to come made me moan, quiver, and weak in my knees. When the sweet release finally came, I gasped with overwhelming joy.
Drake lifted his head, smiling. "Ready for more?"
Oh yeah! Bring it on, baby.
Drake rose from his knees. He captured my breasts, then sucked on one. Little nibbles with his flat teeth kept my orgasm vibrating. Erotic tingles of desire danced within me. He took the other nipple in his mouth and flicked it with his tongue before he sucked on it.
"Oh, Drake…you are making me so fucking horny."
He lifted his head and dragged his cool tongue up my neck. Sweet Jesus, I was ready to burst again.
"You are divine. Simply divine," he said.
He backed me against the wall, then pressed his body closer to mine. His hard cock brushed against me. I wrapped my fingers around his erection, then cupped his balls in my other hand. His prized jewels were mine and I so enjoyed playing with them.
Drake took my face into his hands. "Tell me how much you love me. Tell me how much you want me inside of you."
I gently squeezed his shaft. "I want you. I need you. I love you."
He kissed me with a hungry need, stroking and sucking on my tongue. All the while, I fondled his balls and stroked his rigid cock. He moaned softly, no doubt enjoying my touch. When breathing became difficult fo
r me, I whimpered and he moved his kiss to my chin.
"I love the way you touch and kiss me," I said.
He traveled his hands down my front until he reclaimed my breasts. Kissing my cheekbone, he pinched my nipples between his fingers. Erotic thrills spread through me.
I licked my lips. "I love when you look at me with your eyes full of love and compassion."
He kissed my neck, tenderly, lovingly.
"I love how you treat me with respect." I tightened my grip on his cock and thumbed the tip.
Two sharp points grazed along my throat. Energy surged through me like an electric current, juiced up and burning hot.
"And I love it when you do that to me," I said.
"Mm…anything else?"
He rubbed his thumbs over my nipples. Madness. Every kiss, touch, and pinch drove me deeper into a lust-filled madness. He delicately brushed my lips with his, tickling me, and then backed away with his brow arched.
I grinned, knowing what he wanted to hear. "I love it when you fill me with your rock-hard cock."
He smiled right before he pressed his mouth to mine. With his erection still in my hand, I directed him inside my wet folds. Slowly, he filled me with every bit of his cock, his strength, and his passion.
Desire molded our bodies together. He pumped into me, his force gentle. After sliding out, he pushed into me again and again. With each drive, his actions became more zealous. The beat of my heart accelerated and my body temperature heated up even more. His cool energy tickled my skin, titillated every nerve in my body, and prevented me from overheating. Our lips stayed sealed together through each deep driving pump. He slid in and out, rubbing my clit, and bringing me closer to another orgasm. Sweet heaven, here I come.
My feverish body yearned for another release. He plunged deeper, faster, no doubt seeking the same thing I longed for. I raked my nails down his back and clawed at his ass. I loved the feel of his skin, his cool body, and every bit of him from head to toe.
Drake tore his lips from mine.
"Harder, Drake, harder," I breathed out.
My lover obeyed, giving me everything I wanted and so much more. He gripped my rear, and thrust all of his hard cock deep inside me. Energy swirled within me, from my core to my breasts. His energy electrified mine, aroused me, and made me crave more. He nipped my throat and plunged into me again. The carnal hunger within me demanded satisfaction.
