“Man, oh man, chiquita. Dinner smells muy bueno!” Vane crooned as he walked into the kitchen rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“Yeah,” agreed Rayne coming in behind him. “It smells delicious!”
Robyn smiled at their enthusiasm. It was nice to have her cooking appreciated. “Well, you haven’t tasted it, yet. I just hope I didn’t cook the roast too much for you guys. Trigg had said that you…uh…” Robyn felt a little weird about mentioning the ingesting blood issue, but she continued, “…got the blood you needed from meat.”
She walked over to the counter and lifted the lid from the slow cooker, sliced off pieces of roast and began plating them with vegetables, then poured the bloody juice from the bottom of the slow cooker over the meat and veggies.
Trigg came in and took a seat as she began placing the plates in front of them on the table.
“Wow, service too! I could get used to this!” Vane said while smiling brightly at Robyn, who blushed at his attention.
Trigg was watching her as she went around the table. He wanted to catch her eye, to discern some sort of thought from her face. When she came around to his chair to set his plate down in front of him, his hand brushed hers as he reached for it.
They both hesitated, but only for a moment, then Robyn stepped away and Trigg muttered, “Thank you.”
When Robyn’s eyes met his as she stepped back, Trigg couldn’t find any hint of fear, anger or repulsion. He saw…peace. And, was that happiness in her eyes? He felt his muscles relax and his previously knotted stomach ease.
Trigg smiled inwardly while he watched her move about the kitchen as if she had been doing it all her life.
When Robyn reached up to get glasses down from a shelf much too high for her, Trigg jumped out of the chair, almost knocking it backwards and was quickly by her side to get them down.
Robyn jumped, not because of his nearness, but because he had been so quick that he startled her. Seeing the slight frown crease his, she quickly thought to explain her reaction.
“Oh, you scared me. I didn’t see you coming,” she said then laughed softly.
“Sorry,” Trigg said quietly. “Sit and eat. I’ll get this.”
His voice had turned a little gruff, but she didn’t give it much thought. She just turned around, placed some roast and vegetables on her plate and popped it in the microwave.
When Robyn turned from the microwave, the guys were all looking at her, smiling.
“What?” She asked, feeling a little uncomfortable at their sudden attention.
Rayne laughed.
“Guess you don’t go much for rare meat, huh?”
Robyn bit the inside of her mouth so as not to laugh. “No, I’d rather my meat not squeal, say “ouch” or howl when I cut into it!”
They laughed and she retrieved her plate from the microwave, then yelped and dropped it on the counter, making everyone jump.
“Ow!” she cried, putting her fingers in her mouth. “I forgot to use the stupid pot holder!”
Hissing in pain, she ran to the sink and shoved her fingers under the cold water.
Trigg stopped in the midst of putting the drinks on the table and walked over to her quickly.
“Here, let me see,” he said as he reached for her hands.
“No, it’s okay. I just burned them. I’ll put some ice on them in a minute. You go ahead and eat before your food gets cold.”
Robyn tried to smile up at him, but the pain on her face was evident.
Trigg didn’t wait for her permission. He turned off the water and looked at the blisters forming on the pads of her fingers where she had touched the hot plate. He stared into her eyes for a moment, then slowly raised her hand to his lips.
Robyn had no idea what was going to happen. Was he going to kiss it and make it better?
When Trigg opened his mouth and began to run his tongue over the burns, she thought her knees were going to buckle. The moist heat from his rough tongue invoked tingling sensations that coursed through her body and pooled in her lower belly.
Robyn realized this was turning her on, and from the look in Trigg’s eyes, he was there with her, or maybe even more so. They were glowing and showing a tint of red, but not fully red as they were last night when Vane had her against the wall in the kitchen.
Her breath caught at the look in his eyes—hunger and want. When he finished, he kissed her palm gently and slowly released her hand.
Trigg smiled at the astonished look on Robyn’s face. He could see in her eyes that there was something more, she wanted him. When she blinked, breaking the spell, he spoke.
“Your burns needed healing.”
Robyn blinked again. “Wha-what?” She stammered as if she hadn’t realized he had spoken.
Trigg’s smile deepened. “Your burns needed healing. Our saliva has a healing agent, so I healed them.” He watched as Robyn’s eyes seemed to refocus and he could see that the information finally sunk in. Her face flushed as she thanked him before sidestepping him on the way to retrieve her plate from the counter.
Trigg handed her a potholder with a chuckle before she could repeat the incident.
When he turned and headed to his chair, he noticed Rayne and Vane staring at him with arched eyebrows and he scowled. He didn’t need either one of them reminding him that he was playing with fire. He was a vampire and she was a human. Nothing good would come out of a relationship between them.
It’s Raining Men
Crystal Jordan
She loves them too much to change them. Until they turn the tables on her…
In the Heat of the Night, Book 3
Every one of Candy’s werewolf instincts tells her that Michael is her mate. He’s a lawyer—smart, sophisticated, and handsome. The catch? He’s gay. There is no way she’s going to try to change who he is. Then she meets his lover Stephen, a seductive Fae-siren jazz singer, and she’s positive she’s got a screw loose somewhere. Mates with not one, but two gay men?
She’s definitely doomed to be single forever.
Michael and Stephen know that their unexpectedly flirtatious advances have thrown Candy for a loop. But there’s method to their madness—they’re both serious about her. And they plan to make sure she never spends another birthday alone.
Warning: Nekked men doing dirty, dirty things to each other and a very lucky woman, sexy biting of mates, seductive siren singing and a naughty masturbation in a public restroom. Hey, a girl has to do what a girl has to do!
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