Captivated by a Vampire: Billionaire, Rock Stars, Vampires in San Francisco (Immortal Hearts of San Francisco Book 2)

by Griscom, Susan

  Chapter Ten

  Chelle

  Keep it steady, Chelle, that vampire isn’t here to hurt you, the voice in my head assured me, but I wasn’t sure if I could trust it. I didn’t want any trouble, and if that vampire was here because this was where he did most of his hunting, I didn’t want him to think that I was a threat, or wanted any piece of his action. Listen to me, thinking I could possibly be any kind of danger to a guy who was twice as large as me. Exactly. I wasn’t, and I knew he could kill me if he really thought I was staking claim to his area. This was the second time I’d seen him, and for a fleeting moment, I wished Lane were close by.

  I looked back at Josh. He was even more handsome than I remembered. No. I didn’t want or need Lane here. Josh was mine, and I didn’t want to share him. Besides, it wasn’t his blood that I was after. I was looking for information, and taking his blood would only mean I had no control.

  I padded my way to the booth Josh sat in and scooted in across from him.

  “Hey,” I said.

  “Hey,” he offered back and took a bite of his burger. I reached over and stole an onion ring from his plate

  “Help yourself,” he said as he inched his plate closer to me.

  “Thanks.”

  I nibbled on the crusty outside part of a ring, the crunch of the fried batter loud in my head. As I munched away, the waitress walked over, pad and pencil ready. “What would you like?”

  I swallowed the remainder of what was in my mouth. “A chocolate shake and an order of onion rings, please.” She jotted it down and left to fill the order. It was the same waitress as the other night, and she made a killer milkshake.

  “No burger?” Josh asked.

  I shrugged. “Not that hungry.” Technically, I’d already eaten an excellent meal of pot roast and mashed potatoes back at the mansion with the rest of the crew, but I didn’t want to tell Josh that and have him think I was a glutton or anything. But the onion rings they served here were near impossible to resist and could most definitely be habit forming. Taking just one from Josh’s plate would never satisfy the greasy-crunch craving I had going on. Longing for food was supposed to be a human trait. One I remembered explicitly, and one, strangely enough, I still had. Particularly for greasy fried foods.

  “Change your mind?” he asked, and for a minute, I thought he was talking about food. Then it registered how we’d left our last encounter. But I still wanted to be sure I knew what he was talking about before I answered.

  “About what?”

  “A date.”

  And there it was.

  “No. I still don’t date.” It was the truth. I didn’t have any intention of dating him. He wasn’t my type. He was too…what? What exactly was it about Josh that I didn’t think was my type? He was attractive. Well…damn attractive if I were really going there. His body, from what I could tell, had some muscle under that starched grey and white striped shirt. I suddenly found myself wondering what he looked like without it.

  “Here you go. Chocolate shake and onion rings,” the waitress said as she placed the items in front of me and left. I picked up one of the rings and took a bite. It was hot and fresher than the one I had stolen from Josh’s plate.

  “You look nice tonight. Not so…homeless looking.”

  I scowled. Tonight, I’d worn a black-and-white-striped pencil skirt with a tulip front hem. It showed off a good portion of the front of my thighs, but hung a bit longer in the back. And I had paired it with a pink leather jacket over a vintage, black, Guns N’ Roses t-shirt. I was positive that my black eyeliner wasn’t smeared down my cheeks from the rain this time either. “You have such a wonderful way with words, Josh. I bet you have women swarming you.”

  I took a sip of my shake, keeping my eyes on his.

  He laughed. “You also look better dry, without your hair plastered to your head.”

  I unconsciously ran my hand through the wisps of blue and red down the side of my face. “See, there you go again. Talking sweet nothings. But you’re right. No doubt, I do.”

  “Back to our discussion. If you don’t want to date, what are you doing here?”

  “I’m here for the onion rings,” I said and bit into another one, closing my eyes as the flavor of the warm fried batter coated my tongue. I wasn’t ready to talk about the real reason I’d sought him out. Blurting out that I wanted to know more about procedures for investigations into missing people would only raise a huge flag. And since I had no idea if I was listed as missing or if I was officially dead, that was something I definitely didn’t want to do.

  “Yes, the onion rings.” He smirked and popped one into his mouth, then chewed while he studied me. I was uneasy with the way he stared at me with hungry eyes. I was the vampire. I was supposed to be the hungry one.

  When we finished eating, Josh placed forty dollars on the table.

  “I’ll pay for my own,” I said, whipping a twenty out of my pocket and adding it to his. It was my way of making sure he knew this was not a date.

  As we headed to the door, I noticed that the creepy vampire had left without me even noticing. Relief instantly flowed through me. All that worry about him had been for nothing.

  Josh held the door open for me and we stepped outside. It was cool, but the sky was clear. No chance of rain tonight, but the chilled air wreaked havoc on my lips these days. I reached into my pocket, pulled out my lip-gloss, and spread it over my lips as I walked with Josh toward his car. There were a lot more people out tonight since it was so clear. People stopped and parked along the cliff, taking in the view—some from inside their cars, some walking around.

  I snuck a glimpse out over the cliff side. “Wow. Just look at that.” I took Josh’s hand in mine and tugged him over to a large boulder that was wedged between a big tree and the building, hiding the rock from view. If anyone were to walk by, they wouldn’t even see us. I sat down, still looking out over the ocean at the bridge above us and the full moon still low in the sky. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

  Josh sat beside me. “Most definitely. It’s nights like this that make me glad I live in San Francisco. The Golden Gate Bridge at nighttime is one of the most beautiful sights.”

  I didn’t quite know how to start up a conversation about missing people again without him becoming suspicious of my inquiries. In fact, I wasn’t too great at conversation period, but I didn’t want him to leave so I knew I had to say or do something. I needed to become friends with him if I expected to get any information. But I didn’t think Josh wanted to be just friends.

  So, I did what any self-respecting vampire girl would do.

  Chapter Eleven

  Josh

  I hadn’t been expecting the kiss.

  When Chelle had grabbed my hand and tugged me to the boulder to sit and watch the city lights I had a brief thought of how romantic the view was. The lights on the bridge illuminating the structure, the headlights of cars dancing over the sea like fireflies on their way to a ball. A small forest of trees surrounded one side of the rock we sat upon, giving the illusion of privacy while the sound of people mingling could be heard just on the other side. A thick carpet of leaves covered the ground around us, the deceiving signs of autumn. The cool marine air mixed with the persistent coastal fog kept the temperatures varied as evidenced by the quick change from last night’s downpour to tonight’s clear, cloudless sky.

  Chelle turned toward me and leaned in close, and I’d thought she was going to say something snarky. She’d been very aloof from the time she sat down in the booth across from me, and I’d begun to wonder exactly what the fuck she was doing there if she really didn’t like me.

  But instead, I was pleasantly surprised when her soft lips met mine. She pulled back slightly and looked at me, her eyes searching mine for some sort of response. I licked my lips. The taste of strawberry lip-gloss coated my tongue and I pulled her against me, claiming her mouth once again with mine. I wasn’t the kind of guy to say no.

  The kiss turned he
ated, and I wanted more of her as our tongues mingled and melded together. She seemed to want me, too. I slipped my hand inside her jacket and cupped her breast over her t-shirt before tweaking her already hard and firm nipple between my finger and thumb. She met my enthusiasm and did the same, teasing my nipple, and my cock grew hard in my pants. When she cupped my balls in her palm, I lost all control. I couldn’t believe this was all happening right here, right now. She hadn’t struck me as this forward or free with her body, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to be inside of her. I slid my hand under her skirt and up the inside of her thighs, rubbing my fingers over her folds from the outside of her panties. She rubbed her hand up my hard shaft, then unbuckled my jeans and slid the zipper down. Reaching inside, she freed my very erect cock. Our lips never parted until she squeezed her hand around me, then bent over and slid her tongue over the tip, licking up the sticky pre-cum that was already there. When she took me fully into her mouth and wrapped her lips tightly around me, I thought I would lose it right then and there. But I knew if I wanted to have any chance with this girl, I needed to keep it together longer than that.

  “Fuck.” I moaned. “That feels so fucking good.” I bucked my hips and placed my hand on the back of her head, fisting her short crop of hair in my fingers.

  “Chelle.” I took her face in my hands, tugging the warmth of her mouth away from my cock that wanted nothing more than to come down her throat. My throbbing shaft ached to be inside of her.

  I dropped to my knees in the dirt between her legs and dragged her panties down her thighs as she slipped her feet out of them. I placed them on the rock beside her and spread her legs with my hands. Her slick wetness gleamed in the moonlight, and I sank back onto my rear, pulling her on top of me as she sank down on my cock.

  Her breath came in gasps, and she leaned toward me as our mouths met and our tongues danced. She moaned. Loudly. “Josh, please, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

  “Shhhh. There’s people walking around out here.”

  “I don’t care,” she huffed out breathlessly.

  “I care.” I didn’t want to share her or this experience with the world. The thought of anyone watching us, seeing her in the throes of passion made me mad with jealousy.

  Wrap your legs around me,” I whispered into her ear. She did, locking them together, squeezing to hold on. I rocked my hips up, plunging into her hard, my hands on either side of her hips, pulling and pushing. I wasn’t going to last much longer, and as I felt her walls contract, she screamed my name into the night as I released into her. The sound of my name reverberating through the air had never sounded so good.

  She stayed on top of me with my cock buried deep inside of her, her head resting against my shoulder, her face and lips against my neck, her breath warm and heavy with lust.

  “I must admit, I wasn’t expecting that,” I breathed into her hair.

  She laughed, and I felt her smile against my neck. We must have stayed connected that way for several minutes.

  “We should get out of here. Let me take you back to my place. You can wash up and relax, have a drink.”

  She nodded and we got up. She pulled on her panties and I tucked my cock away back inside my jeans. We headed to my car. That had been amazing. Sex under the Golden Gate Bridge was a first for me. Surely for her, too. I thought about how exciting it had been the entire car ride to my place. But neither of us spoke about what had just happened, and I was afraid that maybe she regretted what we’d just done. After all, she hardly knew me. Maybe she thought we’d gone too far.

  Chapter Twelve

  Chelle

  We didn’t speak the entire ride to his place, but it was a comfortable silence as I settled down from the high of what we’d just done. It had been extremely difficult for me to keep my fangs in check during that sexual experience. Wow. I had never expected that intensity. What had made it so heightened? It couldn’t have been because we were outside. I’d had sex outside before, but this was different. Much different. Tonight…well, sex tonight with Josh had started out as nothing more than me wanting to get his help, but from the very first kiss, it had felt like something I’d never experienced before. Not even with Lane. I sighed in my seat, looking into the side view mirror, I watched the Golden Gate Bridge disappear in the distance. Maybe the thrill was because we were sitting under the bridge so close to where people were walking around? Anyone could have heard us, and if they’d looked closely enough, they surely would have discovered us.

  Back in his apartment, Josh took my pink leather jacket from me and hung it up on a hook by the door.

  “Hope you like scotch,” he said. “That’s all I have.”

  “Yes. Scotch is fine. Thanks.”

  He went to the kitchen, and I waited in the small, stark, and bare apartment living room Not only was there not much furniture, except for an old leather sofa that had some cat claw marks on one of the armrests, but there was also nothing in the place that told me anything about him. No pictures on the walls, not even the proverbial ocean scene portrait that hung above so many young bachelors’ mantels. At least, the ones I knew. There were no pictures of family, or any sort of decorations.

  I heard some glasses being set down and then the flow of liquid being poured.

  “Do you live here all the time?” I asked when he handed me a glass of whiskey, thinking that maybe he only used this place once in a while. Maybe just a place to bring women to. Maybe he was married. Because really, nobody lived like this.

  “Yeah.” He looked around. “I, uh…I’m not much of a decorator.”

  Decorator? Who was he kidding? This place didn’t even look like anyone lived in it. Where was all his stuff? “I know reporters don’t get paid badly. You don’t have much for making that kind of money. Minimalist?” I smiled and took a sip of the whiskey. I didn’t want to be rude. After all, I was trying to get his help.

  “I guess I live rather simply these days.”

  These days. What did that mean? I walked over to the old, tube-boxed television. I couldn’t remember the last time I had seen one of those. “Are you punishing yourself?”

  He shrugged. “You might say that. Come.”

  I had only been joking about the punishment, but hearing him admit it made me feel sorry for even mentioning it. What was it he was punishing himself for? He grabbed my hand. “Let’s go take a shower.”

  After he’d started the spray, he slowly took off my t-shirt then unzipped my skirt, tugging it down over my hips and to the floor as I stepped out of it. His eyes roamed over my body and the matching red lace bra and panties. He reminded me of a hungry wolf as he ran his tongue over his lips, his eyes devouring every inch, every curve, every freckle. I felt a bit self-conscious standing there nearly naked while he was still in his jeans and shirt, so I took a step closer and unbuttoned his pants, slowly pulling the zipper down. I looked up at his face. He smiled and placed his hand around the nape of my neck, pulling me against him. Our lips hovered over each other’s, barely touching. “You’re very beautiful, Chelle,” he whispered into my neck. Gods, I wanted to sink my fangs into his vein so badly, but then his lips were on mine, hungry, full of heat. His tongue, on a feverish quest, slid against one of my fangs that had begun to elongate out of desire. I had to pull away before he realized what he’d touched, and I needed to catch my breath.

  He leaned back into me, ready to kiss me again. I tugged on his pants, yanking them to the floor. His hard and very erect cock sprang out at me. I grasped onto it and squeezed, pumping it slow and easy. He closed his eyes, his head fell back, and he moaned. “Jesus, Chelle, what the hell is it that you do to me?”

  I unfastened the top few buttons of his shirt and pulled it over his head, tossing it somewhere on the floor. Now he stood before me, completely naked. I leaned close to run my fingers over the taut muscles of his chest. His hand clasped mine and he led me into the shower.

  Warm water flowed over our heads as his lips pressed kisses down my neck. He
was a foot taller than I was. He reached behind me and grabbed my thighs, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around him and pressed myself against the hard muscles of his stomach as he once again plunged deep.

  “Fuck.” It was a low growl into my ear as he pounded into me. His hand squeezed my bottom so hard I moaned from the pain, the pleasure. My hands clung tightly to his shoulders, sure I’d slip to the cold shower floor at any minute. But his arms were stronger. Much stronger than I’d thought.

  My fangs lowered in my mouth and I wanted so badly to sink them into the side of his neck and suck. I kept my chin rested on his shoulder as he pumped. I was about to come. Normally, I needed the connection of the vein in order to climax. At least, since I’d become a vampire. But at the bridge, I’d come with Josh as if I were meant to be with him there in that moment.

  Now again, in the shower, the bursts of pleasure exploded inside of me, surging through my body in waves of tsunamic proportion.

  My head fell against his shoulder and I fought to regain my breath as my feet slowly lowered to the floor.

  “You’re amazing,” he huffed into my ear. Then I felt the soft slide of soap flow over my back and down my buttocks. His other hand trailed the bubbles, rubbing suds over my skin. His fingers dipped between my thighs, washing me gently.

  I washed him in the same manner, our eyes catching glimpses of each other’s now and then. He rinsed us off, using the handheld sprayer before grabbing a towel to dry us. Then he picked me up in his arms and carried me over to his bed. Placing me gently down, he fell in beside me. I closed my eyes when his arms draped around me and he pulled me in close against him. I fell asleep in his arms.