by Marilyn Lee
He stopped. “You do?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Oh, yes, I do.” She lifted her head to smile up at him. “Does that please you?”
“Oh, hell yeah, sweet.”
“Good.” She slipped her arm around his neck. “Now that you’re all mine, I intend to keep you happy and well fucked.”
He grinned, revealing his incisors, covered with her blood. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’re going to love the feel of it too,” she promised, yawned, and fell asleep in his arms.
* * *
Lying on his back with the sleeping Cayenne sprawled on top of him, Jayvyn felt a similar presence outside the house and stiffened. Damn. Not now. Easing her onto her back, he slipped out of the bed, pulled on his jeans and shirt, stepped into his shoes, and quietly left the house.
Moving quickly, he flashed into the surrounding woods.
A tall, supermodel beautiful woman with brown skin and eyes, and long, dark hair that cascaded over her bare slender shoulders stood in the moonlight. When he approached, she smiled and rushed at him.
He gripped her shoulders and held her away before she could fling herself into his arms. “We need to talk, Eliza.”
She tossed her head, sending her hair around her shoulders. “What the fuck is going on with you, Jayvyn? First, you start cavorting with human whores, then you threaten Toni and refuse to answer my calls? If you think I’m going to stand by while that whore takes you from me, think again!” He released her and stepped back with his gaze narrowed. “You don’t have any say in the matter, Eliza. You took your ass off to fuck your way across Africa once too often. It’s over between us.”
“What? If you think—”
He held up a hand. “Let’s cut to the chase. We’re not in blood with each other. We never have been. We’ve both always been free to sever our relationship at any time. Consider it severed and leave it alone. Take it gracefully.
both always been free to sever our relationship at any time. Consider it severed and leave it alone. Take it gracefully.
Don’t issue any threats or try to harm her in anyway.”
“And if I decide to do just that?”
He stepped closer and stared into her eyes. “I’ll kill you. Period. I’d prefer not to kill your skinny, whoring ass, but don’t doubt for one damned moment that I will if you threaten her in any way.” Her nostrils flared and she stared at him with her eyes glowing, her incisors bared. “You want some weak, needy human whore who can’t even give you a decent fuck? Fine. Fuck you! You’re not worth my time and you never were—or I wouldn’t have had to find pleasure on so many other cocks!” She started away and then turned back to face him. “Just so you know, you never quite got the job done for me with that small cock of yours!” He arched a brow. “We both know I don’t have a small cock, so if you’re hoping to get a rise out of me with that shit, forget it.”
“Forget you and your little wiener!”
“Even if it were actually small, her opinion of it would be the only one that counted. I don’t give a shit what you think.”
“Fuck you, Jayvyn! When you find she can’t satisfy you, don’t come crawling back thinking I’ll take you back because I won’t!”
“There’s not a chance in hell of that happening. One of the many beauties of dating human women is how much fun it is to teach them the tricks that will ensure we have a long, hot, totally blistering sex life.”
“Fuck you, you stupid bastard!”
He shrugged and watched her flash away before he returned to the house. Satisfied that Eliza had left the area, he slipped back into bed. Curling his body behind Cayenne’s, he cupped his hands over her breasts. Now that Toni and Eliza were out of his way, he could concentrate on ensuring Cayenne never belonged to any other man.
Brushing his lips against the back of her ear, he settled down to hold her until she woke several hours later.
* * *
Cayenne woke to find the sunshine streaming into her bedroom. Stretching slowly, she turned onto her side and found herself looking into Jayvyn’s blue eyes. She smiled. “Hi.” He smiled, brushing his thumb against her lips. “Hungry?”
She nodded. “But not necessarily for food.”
He arched a brow. “For what?”
She reached out a hand to stroke the inside of his thigh. Encountering his semi-erect cock, her pussy pulsed. “I should probably warn you that I like to start my weekend mornings off with a quick, hot fuck…or two.” She shrugged. “Maybe three.”
“You’re making me hard,” he warned.
“That’s the idea, handsome. Are you in any condition to help me start this morning off right?”
“Are you in any shape to take me again, sweet?”
She took his hand and pressed it between her legs. “This is your pussy, Jay. You can have it anytime you want or need it.”
He slipped two fingers inside to finger fuck her. “It’s going to take time before you’re really ready to take me every time I want you, sweet. Now that I know you love me, I can be patient while you build up your endurance.” She closed her thighs on his thrusting fingers. “Oh. I like the idea of belonging to a handsome male with a big, hard cock and a hunger so rampant that I have to build up an endurance to take it. And guess what? I’m ready to take it now.”
He flicked his thumb against her clit. “I’m ready to give it you now.”
“Then let’s fuck, handsome.” She rolled onto her back, pushing the cover off her body with her feet.
He slipped between her thighs with his cock pressed against her entrance.
She licked her lips, linking her legs over the back of his. “I love when you press against my pussy and then pause before pushing inside,” she told him.
“Do you?”
“Oh, yes. Actually, I think I love everything about you, Jay—including the fact that you’re a vampire.”
“Really?”
She nodded, sliding her hands down his back to cup his ass. “You could have any woman you want, but—”
“I have the woman I want,” he said, cutting her off. “You.” Lifting his weight onto his extended arms, he stared down at her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked when he made no effort to push his cock into her.
“You do know that I worship you?”
She trembled and nodded. “I think I do. And you know I love you. Don’t you?”
“I’ve never heard anything sweeter.” He paused. “But I need you to understand that I’m no longer capable of feeling romantic love.”
“Then what do you call what you feel for me?”
“Something far more powerful than romantic love—at least from a vampire’s prospective. I’m fully and deeply in blood with you. Do you know what that means?”
“Not really, but if you say it’s more powerful than love, I’m willing to settle for that—for now.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure I love you madly and that I consider myself beyond lucky to have you.”
“I need you to understand that there’s no turning back after this, Cayenne. If we go forward, I won’t tolerate your sexual interest in any other man—ever.”
“You’re the only man I want or need, Jay. Dare I hope that you feel the same way about me?”
“Yes. You’re my blood, which means you are the one person who I can’t live without. I hunger for you as I’ve never hungered for anyone else and never will—as long as you live. My days of needing other women are over.
Okay?”
“Oh, Jay! That’s more than okay.” She slid her hands up to his waist to tug at his hips. “Now please stop talking and fuck me.”
He shook his head. “No. For our first time together as a committed couple, I want to make love to you. Not fuck you.”
“I don’t care what you call it. Just put your big, hot cock inside my pussy and set it and me on fire—as only you can, my handsome, hunk…my love.”
As he eased into her and se
ttled his weight on top of her, she closed her eyes. “I love you, Jay.” He brushed his lips against hers, whispering softly to her.
“Is that Tsalagi, Jay?”
“Yes.”
“Will you teach me how to speak it?”
“Of course I will.”
She smiled. He sounded surprised and pleased.
“Start now,” she said. “Say something sexy as you slide this big cock into me.” He whispered softly to her.
She didn’t understand a word. But who cared what he said when she knew he loved her—even if he called it something else? “Take your pussy.”
He obeyed, sliding slowly into her.
She clutched him close when his entire shaft filled her pussy.
He slipped his arms under her ass.
“Oh, I love how your hands feel on my ass,” she told him moments before he settled his mouth over hers.
Kissing and holding each other, she lost herself inside; enjoying every second of the long, delicious ride he treated her to.
She came twice before he shot his seed inside her and brushed his cool lips against her neck.
She cupped her hands over his head, trembling with eager anticipation. “Go ahead,” she whispered. “My blood, like every other part of me now belongs to you. Take it, Jay. Take your blood.”
“No. It’s too soon to take more,” he said. “There’s no rush. We have a very long lifetime ahead of us to build up your tolerance for me ingesting more. Until then, let’s just get to know each other. I want you to fall deeper in love with me each day we spend together.”
She had no doubt he’d get his wish. “And you, Jay?”
He lifted his head to look down at her. “I’m already so deeply in blood with you that if I fall in any deeper, I’ll drown in it.”
She lifted a hand to stroke her fingers through his hair. “I like the sound of that. Let’s do it.” He laughed and eased out of her. “You are my reason for living, sweet.” He laughed and eased out of her. “You are my reason for living, sweet.”
“And you’re mine, Jay. Don’t ever doubt that.”
“I won’t,” he promised. “And now that I have you, I’ll never feel lost or loveless again. You’re everything I’ve ever needed or wanted in a woman.”
With the sweet words ringing in her ears, she clung to him.
Cayenne knew loving him wasn’t going to be easy, but she couldn’t envision wanting or loving anyone else.
She was about to embark on a life like none she had ever imagined. The thought held definite appeal. As her mother had once told her about love, it didn’t always come easy. But having a man who had adored her from the night they met and had never wavered in his devotion, she looked eagerly forward to all the joys and challenges living and loving with him brought.
Maybe one day if she were lucky, he’d want to marry her. But there was time enough for that. And for trying to explain to her old-fashioned parents why she was living with a man who hadn’t at least proposed.
He woke her later and put a tray across her lap. “Eat up, sweet and then I want to take you home.”
“To the mansion?”
He nodded. “That’s where we all live.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Good, but before we go, will you do something for me?”
“Of course I will, Jay. Just name it.”
“Don’t you want to ask what it is before you say yes?”
“No,” she told him. “What can I do for you, Jay?”
“Make up with Rayna. I know she wasn’t strictly upfront with either one of us when she maneuvered us into our first meeting.”
“You can say that again. Imagine my surprise when I realized that instead of helping me reclaim him, you wanted me for yourself.”
“Imagine my surprise when I looked up and saw the woman of my fantasies flirting with me. But getting back to Rayna, if she’d been more forthright with us, we would never have met.” She shuddered. “And that would have been criminal.”
He smiled. “So?”
“How can I be angry with the woman responsible for my meeting you?”
“So you’ll forgive her?”
“Of course. She did me the best favor anyone ever has when she tricked me into going to the club that night to meet you.”
“I feel the same way. Thanks, sweet.”
“You’re welcome, handsome.” She smiled, her nose twitching. “Something smells delicious. What’s under the tray?”
“There’s one sure way to find out,” he told her.
She lifted the lid from the plate and felt tears fill her eyes. An open black velvet box sat on the plate. Inside was a huge, beautiful diamond solitaire engagement ring. Pressing a hand against her lips, she stared at him.
He picked the ring up and slipped it on her ring finger. “Will you marry me?” She nodded and threw her arms around his neck. “Yes! Oh, Jay, yes.” He held her close until she stopped sobbing. Then they showered together and dressed.
“Damn,” he said, staring at her. “You’re beautiful.” He extended his hand. “Let’s go home and tell my family.
Then we’ll discuss when we can tell yours.”
She nodded happily and slipped her hand into his. “That’s going to be interesting.”
“Afraid?”
She shook her head. “No. As long as we’re together, I can’t imagine being afraid of anything.”
“That’s my woman.”
“Yes. I am your woman and you’re my man,” she said, her voice filled with conviction and a quiet satisfaction.
“Damn right, I am.”
Look out world. Cayenne Pepper was about to take it by storm—in the company of a handsome, blue-eyed vampire who she loved and who considered her his perfect mate. What sane woman would ever ask for more?
Naughty Girls, Inc.
No Commitment Required
By
Marilyn Lee
Copyright 2010 Marilyn Lee
All rights reserved
Chapter One
I think the first thing I noticed about Josh was how handsome he was. That really surprised me. I’m not sure why, unless it’s just that I’d become used to men who looked like him having beautiful, slender, blond trophy wives or girlfriends on their arms. If it was one thing I was not, it was a beautiful blonde capable of being anyone’s trophy.
Not that I’m selling myself short. My hair is long and dark. Although I wasn’t full-figured, I wasn’t model thin either.
And my skin, which I’d always taken pride in, was what the love of my life had called a rich, warm, make-you-melt-in-your-shoes, golden brown.
Mark had always called me gorgeous, but being a realist, I knew I was just a little above cute. With skillful make-up, I could look what I called low-key glamorous. Not that my looks would matter much in my present situation. Nothing mattered except getting the job. If I managed that, I would also get the time and solitude I’d need to finish the second book in a three-book deal I’d landed a year ago.
After years of struggling to maintain a full-time job as an interior decorator while writing romances part-time, I’d saved enough to quit my job. I’d given myself a two-year deadline to make my writing pay. If I didn’t manage to sell a novel in that time, I’d go back to working full-time and writing part time.
Four months into my retirement, I landed the three-book deal. I’d already delivered the first book and had it accepted. I’d been on cloud nine, until both my parents’ insurance ran out. As I was gearing myself up to going back to work full-time, my friend Janice approached me about a business she’d secretly started three years earlier called Naughty Girls/Boys, Inc.
I’d been amazed to hear she was running what I considered a high-class call girl/boy operation. Then she told me how much money was available and suggested I might want to look into it.
At first I was shocked and insulted that she’d think I was interested in having sex for money. But long after I’d refused, the thought linger
ed in my mind. She approached me again a month later when I needed to earn enough money to keep my parents in the expensive senior care center where they were both thriving.
My parents had given me a childhood filled with kisses, laughter, love, and happiness. Unfortunately, neither was very practical or as financially responsible as they could have been. Still, since I was determined to ensure they were able to stay in the center, I rethought my position on Janice’s offer.
To keep them there I was willing to do whatever it took—even if it meant temporarily turning myself into a well-paid kept woman. When I’d initially decided to try my hand at being a live-in lover, I’d worried that I’d have to wear pounds of make-up, torture my hair, and strut around in heels so high I’d get a nosebleed.
But after learning how much another friend, Kimmie, enjoyed the experience before she ended up marrying her last live-in lover, I decided it couldn’t hurt to try. I posed for a couple of glamour shots in what my mom would consider scandalous outfits, submitted them to Naughty Girls, Inc. and now I stood in a home office facing a handsome forty-something man with dark hair, graying at the temples. Although the dark glasses he wore concealed them, I’d been told his eyes were green.
I allowed my gaze to drop to the desk, where his hands rested. They were big and powerful looking. Imagining them stroking my naked body, as we lay in bed together, my cheeks burned.
Sometimes when I thought of what Mark and I had shared, my eyes filled with tears and I remembered that old Ronnie Milsap song about having only one love in life. After two lonely years struggling to recover from Mark’s death, I feared I’d never love like that again. In the first weeks after his death, I’d sit for hours in the dark. As I cried and listened to the country music Mark had introduced me to, I clenched my hand around the bronze medallion hanging around my neck. It had been a present from Mark. I cherished what was left of it.
When he’d first shown it to me, it had appeared to be a lovely trinket in the form of an embracing couple about three inches high. The tiny figures had appeared to be fused together, so I was surprised when he’d unlocked them and asked me to wear the male half, while he continued to wear the female half. Each half was lovely and sensual.
