NYC VAMPS (The Italians): Vampire Romance (Book Book 2)

by Sky Winters

  “Great. Way to preempt my fun, mother nature,” she muttered, thinking her period had decided to arrive early this month.

  Making her way to the bathroom to shower, she was surprised to find that she was wrong. Perhaps it was just a warning that it was on the way. So much for sexy flings the rest of this mini vacation. Picking up her phone, she found that she had a message from Joshua telling her that he was disappointed to find her gone when he woke up. She smiled a little and clicked the next message, from John. He wanted to know if she could come in to town for lunch. She agreed.

  “I didn’t even notice this was here,” she told him. “The food is delicious.”

  “Yes, they still rent rooms here, though there aren’t many available. Mostly they provide rooms for functions and special events, plus run this restaurant,” he told her of the old hotel that sat in the center of town.

  “It’s very quaint,” she told him.

  “If you like, I can take you to see some more of it when we finish lunch. The owner is an old school friend.”

  “Yes, I’d love that. How old is this place?”

  “A bit over two hundred years old. It was in ruins when he bought it and renovated it, so a lot of the structure is redesigned, but most of the woodwork is the original carvings from when it was built.”

  “I bet the rooms are fantastic,” she said offhandedly.

  “Well, let’s give you a peek at them so you can see for yourself.”

  After they paid for lunch, he excused himself for a moment and went into the kitchen, returning with a frail looking older man, introducing him as the owner. Goldie was momentarily confused. Hadn’t he said the owner was an old school friend? This man had to be at least in his seventies. Perhaps he had just meant that he had known the man since his school days rather than he was a classmate as she had thought.

  “Here are the keys to one of the empty rooms. Most of the rooms are set up just like this one, so it will give you an idea of what they are like. The rest of the rooms are all openly available for you to look at. John knows the place pretty well. Make yourselves at home,” he told them.

  John thanked him and took her on a tour of the place. It was all quite stunning with a lot of the original design still intact. Walking into the room they were given a key for was like walking back in time. The large wrought iron bed stood against one wall opposite a large bay window that looked out over the town and the lake beyond. She stood looking out over the landscape as John walked up behind her and put his arms around her waist, pulling her to him and kissing her softly on the neck.

  “It’s gorgeous, isn’t it?” he asked.

  “Very much so. Thank you so much for bringing me here,” she told him.

  “My pleasure,” he replied, turning her around to face him.

  His lips met hers in a soft, sensual kiss and she found herself instantly responding to him, despite trying to hold back. What was it about him that she found so irresistible? Somewhere, in the back of her mind, a voice whispered back to her. “Everything,” it said, but she pulled away anyway.

  “John, we can’t,” she said.

  “Yes, we can,” he said.

  “It’s not our room. We’re just supposed to be looking at it,” she said.

  “Think again. Trust me, he doesn’t care. This room is ours until we give him the key back,” he breathed against her neck as he began kissing his way down the length of it.”

  Goldie gave in to him, enjoying the way his hot mouth felt on her skin in the cool room. Under the circumstances, Goldie thought it would be more of a quickie, lest someone come up to see what was taking so long, but John seemed to have no intention of rushing things. He sat her up on the heavy oak table situated on one side of the room and slipped off her pants and panties, burying his face in her pussy.

  “You taste magnificent,” he muttered, the vibrations of his voice causing her clit to throb with anticipation.

  His mouth surrounded her clit, pulling it in and sucking at it eagerly as his fingers began to explore her rapidly moistening folds. There was no rushing him as he feasted on her slickness as if he were enjoying fine cuisine. Her moans filled the room. Tangling her hands in his hair, she pulled him in to her, enjoying the way he felt with his tongue and fingers inside of her.

  Goldie became aware of the large mirror on the dresser on the opposite side of the room. The sight of his muscular back as it rippled with his movements and his head buried between her legs was a huge turn on, as she watched him eat her out.

  “Yes, there,” she moaned as he hit just the right spot with his finger, rubbing along the inner wall of her wet hole perfectly. Her legs spasmed as her body gave in to the attention he was lavishing on her dripping pussy and shattered into what felt like an orgasm that might register on the Richter scale if there was such a thing for climaxes.

  “Delicious,” he mumbled, standing up to face her as he began to get undressed.

  Reaching for her hand, he helped her down from the table and guided her over to a nearby wooden chair that stood to one side of the bed. Sitting on it to face her, he pulled her down onto him so that she was facing him with his cock buried inside of her. At first, he didn’t move. His enormous cock filled her to the brim as he kissed her passionately, his hands buried in her hair. Moving downward, he turned his attention to her breasts, licking and sucking at her nipples softly as his hips began to grind into hers.

  Goldie moaned loudly as his hands drifted down to her hips, lifting her up while still kissing and massaging her breasts with his mouth. He began to pull her up and down the length of his cock, letting her ride him very slowly. Wanting him deeper inside of her, Goldie reached out for his shoulders, pulling herself up and then dropping back down on him with a grunt as he seemed to hit bottom.

  John let go of her, putting his hands down on the sides of the chair to brace himself as she slipped her body up and down his cock, using his throbbing member to pleasure herself in the most exquisitely slow fashion. Much to her surprise, she felt something that didn’t seem quite physical. It was an ache, a need that came from somewhere much different than her hungry pussy. She recognized it for exactly what it was, a misplaced feeling that she had to quickly squash.

  “I love how your cock feels inside of me,” she said, attempting to break free of what she might be feeling and put her feelings back in perspective. This was sex, just sex. She needed to focus on the physical and forget the ache that stemmed from a place more north than her clit.

  “My cock was made for you,” he told her softly, his eyes never leaving her own.

  Damn him, he wasn’t making it easy to keep her perspective. She firmly believed that she could spend the rest of her life with his cock inside of her, but now there was a part of her that wanted more than just affection. While she adored his way of making love softly and sweetly, there was also a part of her that appreciated being fucked like Joshua preferred to do. If somehow she could find a guy that could do both, she might just be in heaven, but she just didn’t see that ever happening. How long could she really carry on with two different guys before it became an issue to someone?

  Her thoughts drifted away again as he thrust upward into her deeply, causing her to cry out. Opening her eyes, she looked down at him and smiled. His expression softened as he looked back at her, their eyes locked together as she rode him with increasing enthusiasm. Their bodies were like one as they glided back and forth in perfect unison until she began to quake, flooding his cock with her juices.

  “You look so beautiful when you cum. I love watching you,” he told her.

  “You must, you keep making me do it,” she told him, leaning down to kiss him.

  “Turn around,” he told her.

  Goldie stood and faced the other direction. She felt his hands pulling her back downward on him, letting him ride her reverse cowgirl style as he ground his cock further and further into her wet recesses. His hands locked onto her waist as he guided her up and down, his big cock throbbing inside o
f her.

  “You’re amazing,” she muttered, enjoying their lazy lovemaking. The fact that they were doing it in a place where there was the potential to be caught only made it that much more exciting to her.

  John responded with a series of grunts as his hands faltered on her waist and he buried himself inside of her, sitting her firmly down on his lap as he came inside of her. They sat there like that for a moment, his hands drifting up to cup her breasts as he kissed her back, his cock still buried inside of her.

  Finally, she pulled free of him, excusing herself to the bathroom to get cleaned up before departing the room. Goldie tried to pull herself together as much as possible, giggling a bit as they left the room to visit the rest of the hotel. When they were done, John returned the key to his friend and they left, parting ways for the afternoon so that John could get back to the general store and she could return to the lake house. Plus, she was beginning to not feel very well again. By the time she made it back, she had to lie down to keep the room from spinning around her. She felt exhausted on top of it and was grateful when sleep came so that she could just close out the discomfort she felt for a while.

  Chapter Eight

  “You don’t look well,” Ian said to her the following morning. “Do you want me to see if my doctor can see you?”

  “I don’t know. It’s probably just a bug or something,” she replied, now discounting that it was an early period and figuring it was more of a stomach flu.

  “Okay, if you are sure, but I don’t mind at all. Just give me a ring at the office if you start feeling worse,” he told her.

  “I will. Thanks, Ian.”

  She watched as he followed Randy out the door and then sat down on the sofa. She felt incredibly hungry, but wasn’t sure she could keep it down. After several hours, it hadn’t subsided at all. Her stomach was puffy and she felt horrid. Going to a strange doctor was the last thing she wanted to do, but she grew so weak that she felt she had to. A call to Ian garnered her a visit to his doctor.

  While she waited for time to go to the doctor’s office, she sat down to watch the news. There had been another bear attack, it seemed. This time it was a man that was found on a trail not far from the lake. She was surprised to see that he worked at Joshua’s bank and was recently charged with embezzlement. A search warrant at his home had turned up a large collection of photos of women across the country that he was believed to also be blackmailing.

  “Sounds like these bears are purging the area of scum,” she said aloud.

  An odd thought suddenly occurred to her and she couldn’t believe she hadn’t thought about it before now. When she had spent the night with Joshua last night, he had quite a large wound across his chest. By the time they had gotten into the shower, it had somehow seemed a bit less pronounced. Then, this morning, when she had glanced at him as he slept, the light had shone on his chest to show that the wound hardly appeared visible at all. How was that possible?

  “Don’t be ridiculous, Goldie. Men can’t become wolves or bears,” she said aloud with a laugh.

  Obviously not feeling well was getting to her. Rather than dwelling on it further, she began to freshen up for her trip to the doctor. It was going to be a long drive into the next town feeling like this as it was.

  Chapter Nine

  “You’re pregnant,” the doctor told her as she sat waiting for a diagnosis after he had run some tests and done a physical exam.

  “What?”

  “Pregnant. About four weeks, I’d say.”

  “No. That’s impossible.”

  “Well, the tests do sometimes give a false positive, but my physical exam matches up with the findings. So, I’m afraid it isn’t impossible.”

  “Is it possible that I’m not so far along?”

  “Yes, I could be off by a week or so, but no more.”

  “No way. I couldn’t possibly be more than a few days,” she said.

  “I don’t know what to tell you. Time will tell a more accurate picture, but I feel pretty confident with my assessment.”

  Goldie thanked him and left the office. There was no way she could be four weeks pregnant. Greg had not been able to have kids due to a childhood illness that had left him sterile. Admittedly, she had thrown caution to the wind with her two recent lovers and could have very well have gotten pregnant. It explained her recent nausea and weakness, but the doctor was way off with his timetable. It was just as simple as that.

  “Fucking great. Pregnant and don’t know who the father is. Good job, Goldie,” she muttered to herself as she drove back to Randy and Ian’s.

  There was no other answer for her but just to end it with both of them. Though she liked each one for different reasons, she had never intended for it to be a long-term relationship with either of them and she wasn’t about to go through holding one of them over the fire with paternity tests and the like. She would raise this baby by herself and neither would ever need to know about it.

  “What did the doctor say?” Ian asked as he returned from work shortly after she got back to the lake house.

  “Just the stomach flu, after all. I’ll be fine,” she lied, not ready to tell anyone about her condition until she sorted it all out for herself.

  “Well, that sucks, but I suppose it could be worse,” he said.

  “Yes, I imagine it could. If you don’t mind, I’m going to go lie down a while.”

  “Sure honey. Get some rest. If you aren’t up for dinner, we’ll bring you some soup.”

  “Thanks. I appreciate that,” she told him, excusing herself to her room.

  Closing the door behind her, she lay down on the bed and cried. What did she know about raising a child? What was she going to tell her parents? They would be absolutely horrified that she was a single mother. For all their good points, they were hopeless society types who cared about what the neighbors thought and who would be whispering about their pregnant out of wedlock daughter. Even in today’s day and age, they still believed one should be married before having a child. This was going to be a nightmare.

  “How are you feeling?” Randy asked her later on when he came to bring her soup, just as promised by Ian.

  “Not very well,” she replied. “I hate to be such a downer.”

  “Oh, don’t worry about that. It happens to the best of us.”

  “I’m headed home Friday morning anyway. Hopefully, I will feel better for the trip.”

  “Well, if you don’t, you feel free to extend your stay. If not, maybe you will feel well enough tomorrow night for us to take you out on your last night here.”

  “That would be nice. I will try to make it.”

  “It is what it is. Enjoy your soup and just yell if you need anything else. I’ll come back and get your dishes in a bit.”

  “Thanks, Randy. You’ve both been very good to me.”

  “We’ve enjoyed having you. I only wish we hadn’t had to work most of the time and could have shown you around more.”

  “You’ve done more than enough.”

  By the following morning, Goldie found that she did feel quite a bit better, at least physically. Mentally, she felt incredibly out of sorts with the entire situation. Rather than dwell on it too much right now, she decided to enjoy her last night at Bear Lake with her friends. She would worry about how she as going to deal with this when she got back home. They made plans to go to a local restaurant and have a nice dinner out, along with some other acquaintances.

  “This is the best seafood place in Westfall,” Ian told her of the sprawling upscale restaurant situated in the next town, just on the outskirts of Bear Lake.

  “It might just be the best seafood anywhere,” Goldie replied enthusiastically as she took another bite of the fish cakes she had ordered.

  “Good point. Certainly among the top ones in the world, I’d guess. A pity that not more people know about places like this in small towns,” Randy said.

  “No, it’s not. If more people knew, we’d never get a table!” Ian to
ld him.

  “Another good point,” Randy laughed.

  They finished their meal and were headed toward the door when Goldie spotted Joshua in a nearby corner talking to a group of guys. She tried to slip out without him seeing her, but failed.

  “Goldie!” he said, crossing the room toward her. “You haven’t returned my messages. What’s up?”

  “Oh, nothing. I just have been a bit under the weather is all,” she told him, it was at least half the truth.

  “Are you feeling better now?” he asked, nodding his head toward Ian and Randy in recognition.

  “A bit. The guys were nice enough to take me out for dinner once I made it past the rough part,” she said, antsy to get out of here. He looked just as delicious as ever and she didn’t want to end up in his bed again on her last night here.

  “That is nice of them. You should come by the house for a drink later,” he offered.

  “I appreciate it, but I’m still not one hundred percent. I think it best that I just call it a day.”

  “Well, the offer stands if you change your mind. You know the way to my doorstep,” he said with a wink, excusing himself with a polite goodbye. Goldie watched him walk away for a moment before turning to head out the door again.

  “Only a foolish woman wouldn’t get in a last night with that man,” Randy joked as he opened the door to exit the building.

  “I agree, but here I am, foolish as can be.”

  “Perhaps you will wise up before bedtime!” Ian added as he stepped outside.

  Goldie laughed and followed them out, not really paying attention to her surroundings as she considered her options and then tried to dismiss them again. If she had been watching where she was going, she might not have run into someone without seeing them first. Looking up, she found herself looking into the eyes of John.

  “Fuck!” she thought to herself.

  Was there no getting away from them? She blushed and apologized, noting that he was alone and not with another woman. It seemed that Joshua had been too, with a group of guys rather than a date. Then it hit her. They were meeting here, meeting with the group of guys she had seen Joshua talking to. If there had been any doubt as to whether they knew one another, it was certainly put to rest now.