Box Set: Vampire Love Story Series (Four paranormal romance novels)

by H. T. Night

  We went to the Denny’s off of Harbor Boulevard in Fullerton. During the entire ride, Sasha touched my arms, well, maybe more like petted them, like they were kittens. The angel on my shoulder was telling me to go to Denny’s and the damn devil was saying, ‘Screw Denny’s, it’s time for some loving.’ The angel eventually won the battle.

  We got to Denny’s and ordered enough food to feed six people. I was happy to see that Sasha was throwing down her coffee like her shots and I knew she’d be sober in no time.

  We continued to talk for a good hour until our conversation led me to ask, “So, Shiners isn’t exactly a hopping, happening place. What brought you to that hole-in-the-wall bar on a holiday?”

  “I was bored and hoping to play some darts. That place must be the only bar in the United States that doesn’t have a dart board.”

  “Oh, that’s why you left so fast. I actually took it personally.”

  “You never even turned around. You didn’t even know I was in the bar!”

  “I knew you were in the bar.” I smirked and took a sip of my soda.

  “You’re just the babe-hound aren’t you?”

  “Not really. The bartender knows what I like.”

  “You were given the heads’ up? I see how it is. You let that poor bartender do all your dirty work.”

  “She did say you were her type.”

  “Well, it’s nice to be adored.”

  “You don’t strike me as a woman who is hurting for adoration.”

  “Oh, you’d be surprised. So, when you came outside to make a text, that was all for show?”

  “I did mention earlier on I had a Theater Arts degree.”

  “Nice performance.”

  “It’s only fun if there’s an audience.”

  “Even if it’s an audience of one?”

  “If that audience is you, I’d perform all night,” I said, winking at her.

  “All night? That’s impressive coming from a bleeder.”

  “Did I mention that my erections are like a locomotive charging through the Midwest, carrying steel as cargo?”

  “You might have glossed over that little nugget of info.”

  “Well, now you know.”

  “I’ll be sure to put that in my penis journal.”

  “Are there are lot of entries?” I asked, smiling.

  “These days, not enough.”

  “You can also add in your little journal that I have a beautiful penis.”

  “It will be duly noted. Can we get off your penis?”

  “I wasn’t aware that you had gotten on,” I joked.

  “Neither had I!” Sasha slammed the table at her burn. “Ouch! Game, set, match.”

  I laughed out loud. “Now that was fun.”

  “You have no idea how much fun I can be.”

  “All right, tell me. What do you do for fun?”

  Sasha liked this question. She sat up and everything. “I’m an actress.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, I’m trying to be.”

  “What kind?” I asked.

  “One who talks.”

  “Very nice,” I said, sarcastically. “What I meant was what kind of actress: TV, movie, stage?”

  “Stage and some television.”

  “Some television, really?” I was sincerely impressed.

  “Yep, so you’re not the only actor here.”

  “Oh, I’m not an actor. I got a general Theater Arts degree. It was better than doing math.”

  “Well, I’m trying to be an actress.”

  “You do look like Audrey Hepburn if she grew her hair long.”

  “I’ve been told that before. And I think it’s going to be hard for Audrey Hepburn to grow any kind of hair anymore.”

  “Don’t be a downer. I like remembering my Hollywood divas alive.” I took another drink of my soda and decided to ask, “What else do you like to do?”

  “I like surfing!”

  “Surfing?” Are you kidding?”

  “No.”

  “Where do you surf?”

  “Everywhere. Malibu, Newport Beach, you name it.”

  “Okay, let me get this straight. You’re a beautiful Argentinean woman, who wants to be an actress and loves to surf?”

  “That would be me.”

  “Damn, it’s like every man’s dream.”

  “All those things are superficial, though.”

  “I know. That’s why it’s every guy’s dream on paper. The reality is something quite different.”

  “The reality of what?”

  “The reality of you,” I explained, plainly.

  “You think you know me after a couple of drinks, and a Moons Over My Hammy. You think you got me all figured out at a Denny’s at 3 a.m.?”

  “I think I do.”

  “You’re not being serious, are you?” Sasha really didn’t like the fact I would have the gall to say something like that to her.

  I looked at Sasha and grinned. “Okay, let me give it my best shot and if I’m completely wrong, I’ll pay for the meal.”

  “Oh, you’re paying for the meal, nonetheless, but please enlighten me.”

  I took the last sip of my drink and sat up straighter for my opening statement. “You’re very pretty. So, you probably don’t get asked out much. When you do, it’s either by a rich guy who’s old enough to be your father or a guy who thinks he is the most beautiful person in every room, not you. Both turn you off, so that’s why you settle for the bad boy. I fit the bad-boy image so that’s why you have spent the last 3 hours and 17 minutes with me. You like the bad boy because you like to think you can tame him. But you also secretly love the fact that he’s unpredictable and might not call you for a couple of days at any given time. But, that gets old and eventually you move on and that is why you have had hundreds of one-month relationships over the years. With bad boys.”

  Sasha smiled and I knew I had hit some truth about her, so I continued, “You’re an actress because you like to escape. You could never be a prostitute or a nun in real life, but you like the idea of becoming whatever you won’t, with any given script. You like the idea of escaping in little intervals but you’re far too interested in your own life to do it for any long period of time.”

  Sasha nearly came out of her skin on that one. I continued, “You surf because it’s the one thing you know for damn sure you can’t control, so you don’t even try. You ride each wave and get turned on by its power and unpredictability. The more you fall off a board and get back on, the more it gives you a sense of accomplishment and survival. Both are things that you desire daily. You thrive on these two things: power and unpredictability. How am I doing?”

  “Go on,” she said.

  Now Sasha was looking at me like she had seen a ghost, so I knew I was reading her better than any psychic friends network employee ever could. “You’re alone at the moment, but you have ten guys you can call that would leave a girlfriend, a wife, or any other person they were involved with to have one more night with you. That’s because not only are you gorgeous, you are very passionate in the bedroom, and like to take on all kinds of roles. You’re afraid to truly let go, out of your fear of real intimacy, emotional intimacy, I mean But secretly, you’re waiting for that one guy who completely ‘gets’ you and that’s the moment you have longed for. That’s the moment that you know in your heart that when you finally find him, you’re ready to completely let go.”

  Sasha continued to stare at me and slowly shake her head in disbelief, so I decide to finish her off. “At this very moment, you are intrigued by my insight and candor, but yet you’re still afraid that this is ‘my game’ and I’m trying to back-door you to get you into bed. Part of you doesn’t give a shit, but the real true part of you, the one that cries at weddings and Kleenex commercials, is praying that I’m being sincere. All I can tell you is that I am, being sincere that is, and I think you’re about the sexiest woman I have ever seen. I say this not as a line, just as a statement of fact. I c
ouldn’t care less if you believe me or not, because I know what I’ve said has ministered to your soul. So, Sasha, girl I met for the first time tonight, how did I do?”

  Sasha stood up from her chair, “Check, please!”

  Chapter Three

  Sasha grabbed my hand and dragged me outside the double doors of Denny’s. She marched me out to the back parking lot that was parallel to Harbor Boulevard. Sasha, still leading me by my hand, threw me up against my black Mustang and shoved her tongue down my throat. She pushed me up against the driver’s-side door of my Mustang and grabbed my neck so I would be at eye level with her. I spread my legs wide which I usually have to do to kiss a woman without having to lower my neck. In this case, my head was eye level to hers, but nonetheless, she hung on my neck like it was a monkey bar. She continued to jam her face into mine and kissed me with an intensity I hadn’t ever quite experienced. She kissed me passionately with a lot of tongue and even a moan or two. I had to admit it was hotter than shit and my body definitely let her know how much this was turning, me on. I wasn’t one to wear underwear. So, I was at full attention in my 501’s. Sasha pressed harder against me kissing my lips, my neck, and my face.

  “Take me home,” she said.

  “What about your car?”

  “I’ll get it in the morning. I don’t really want to peel myself off of you right now.”

  I opened my door and Sasha ran around my car and jumped in. I drove to my apartment in record time. The angel on my shoulder had gone to bed early and the devil was out in force. The entire way to my house, Sasha licked my fingers and kissed my right arm. Can you say, ‘slam dunk?’

  We got to my apartment off of Gypsum Canyon. I parked in my assigned spot, and the two of us nearly sprinted to my door. I took out my keys and opened my door. I didn’t have much furniture in my two-bedroom apartment, but at this point, all I needed was a sofa and TV in the living room and a California King in the bedroom.

  We made our way through my bare hallway and nearly busted through my bedroom door. I threw it open and we both fell on my bed simultaneously.

  She continued to kiss me, and I was really taken aback by her aggressiveness. Usually, I let a woman just have her way if she came at me like this, but Sasha was different. I kind of liked her. I never had a woman match wits with me like she had tonight. I couldn’t deny the fact I was craving her body more than anything else in my entire life

  I kissed her back with the same intensity and hers was off the charts. But I liked to be in control, so I pinned her down and rolled on top of her. I kissed her neck, then her aggression let up a tad and I decided to stop. That’s right! I stopped and just stared at her.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m taking you in.”

  “Why?”

  “Because I like you.”

  “I like you, too. Don’t stop.”

  “I see that, we both know where this is going.”

  “Yeah, so?” Sasha grabbed me and turned me to my back and began kissing my chest. I stopped her and said, “Are you sure?”

  “Are you the same guy who talked about his beautiful penis an hour ago?”

  “I am definitely the same guy. And I do have an epic penis, as far as beauty is concerned.”

  “All talk. Put your money where your mouth is.” Man, she was driving harder than a guy would.

  “Let me ask you a question. Are you okay if this is all it is? Sex?”

  “I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.” She was now kissing my stomach.

  I looked at this beautiful woman loving on my body and thought, Screw it!

  I looked at her kissing my body and I thanked God the devil had come back. With that, I grabbed her and turned her over and ripped off both of our clothes. Sasha then experienced beauty… and the beast.

  Chapter Four

  I woke up from a deep slumber and stared at the digital clock to the left of my bed. It read 11:30. That meant I had a solid seven-hour snooze. I turned over and my little brunette friend was still sound asleep. She looked peaceful as she laid in my bed. I leaned over and kissed her cheek. Her eyes opened as my lips made contact.

  “You are for real,” she said, hoarsely.

  “You thought I was make-believe?” I laughed

  “Not make-believe. Just maybe a Greek god like Thor.”

  “Nope. I’m all flesh and bone.”

  “Yes, you are. I can attest to that.” She sat up and grinned. “I can’t believe you almost went soft on me last night.”

  “Soft, I was never—”

  “I don’t mean soft like that. I mean you almost didn’t want to go through with it.”

  “Yeah, I did have a Boy Scout moment.”

  “Why? Do you make a habit of bringing girls you meet at a bar home and not scoring with them? Do you have a whole separate belt for notches that could have been?”

  “Honestly, I just knew I wanted to see you again. I figured the best insurance I had was to still stay unfamiliar in certain areas.”

  “Well, you got pretty familiar.”

  “I sure did.”

  “You are an interesting man, bleeder.”

  “It’s the life of a fighter,” I said, proudly.

  “When is your next fight?”

  “In three weeks.” I reached down and felt my gut. “I need to lose about twelve more pounds.”

  “Well, you have three more weeks.”

  “You want to go get some breakfast? I’m starving.”

  “I thought you didn’t eat.”

  “I’ll have some cottage cheese and egg whites. It’s my breakfast of champions.”

  “That would be fine, but let’s stop by that bar and get my car.” Sasha stood up and stretched. Damn, she had a hot little body.

  “Want to take a shower?”

  “Considering we did have sex, I’d better.”

  “Yeah, you might have my cooties.”

  “I hope that’s all it is—is cooties.”

  “I’m good, little girl. We did use protection.”

  “I know we did.” Sasha reflected a bit on the night before. She looked at me and smiled, “You know, you are a pretty damn good kisser.”

  “How could you tell?” I said, laughing.

  “What do you mean?” Sasha seemed confused.

  “You seemed to have your agenda in the kissing department.”

  “I do like to kiss.”

  “As do I, my lady.”

  “That’s good to know because you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  Sasha walked out of my room into the bathroom completely naked and jumped in the shower. I shook my head at the sight of a gorgeous woman walking naked in my lonely bedroom. Wow, some nights it’s like shooting fish in a barrel. I got up and put on a pair of basketball shorts and waited for her to get out of the shower. I got in after she was done and took a very long, hot shower.

  When I was finished, we threw on some clothes and Sasha and I headed out. My apartment was about 15 minutes from Shiners. It didn’t take long to get there. I whipped a left on Tustin Street and looked to over my left at the bar’s parking lot where Sasha’s Jeep was parked. There was a fairly large muscular man standing next to Sasha’s Jeep. He had a giant, black 4Runner parked adjacent to Sasha’s car. I slowed down my Mustang and looked over at Sasha; she looked on in horror. Oh, this wasn’t going to be good.

  “Tommy, remember last night when I asked if you had me figured out and you spouted off all those details?”

  “Yes,” I said, hesitantly.

  “You were right on just about everything.” She took a deep breath. “Everything, except the part about me being single!”

  “Seriously, Sasha, that overgrown heap of muscle is your boyfriend?”

  “Yes.”

  “How long?”

  “About a year.”

  “Fucking great. Now this meathead is going to want to try to kick my ass.” I pulled my car in the driveway expecting this guy to charge my car and pull m
e out of the window. I slowly inched my way through the parking lot. I stopped and put my car in park almost a hundred feet from where he was parked. I wasn’t taking any chances.

  Sasha got out of the car with her hair still wet from her shower. “I’m sorry, Tommy. I left my number by your television at your apartment. This situation is complicated.”

  Complicated? Was she kidding me?

  Sasha slammed the passenger door and walked over to her boyfriend who stood by her car. I knew I shouldn’t whip out of the parking lot because that would look bad and was definitely the cowardly dick move. And I was anything but a coward.

  I watched as Sasha talked to the fellow with the dark brown hair. Surprisingly, he didn’t seem upset. He just leaned back and listened. He was at least 6’5 and weighed 250 pounds. He looked like he should have been playing linebacker for the Green Bay Packers.

  Sasha turned around and walked toward my car. Then she stopped and motioned for me to come out of my vehicle.

  Was she serious? This was the last thing I wanted to do.

  But I had no choice. I slowly got out of the driver’s side. I rolled my eyes as I turned around and gave my best Hollywood, good-guy smile that I had in my arsenal in times of turmoil. I confidently walked over to Sasha’s Jeep.

  “Hey, brother,” the large man said.

  “What’s up?” He eyed me in a way to see what I was about trying to read me before we even began to engage in a conversation. I gave him a sincere, warm stare not knowing what Sasha could have possibly told him.

  “Thanks for taking care of her last night.”

  “No problem,” I said, just going along with it.

  “Not every guy would help a drunk girl and not try anything.”

  Try anything? There wasn’t much we didn’t try last night! But that was definitely not something to blurt out.

  Meathead continued, “Thanks for making sure that creep that was hitting on her didn’t take advantage of her.”

  Wow. Sasha laid it out and gave him a detailed story. A lie. Oh, she was good.

  Sasha jumped in, “I told Gary about that jerk that was grabbing my arm and not letting me get in my car.”