Forgotten Kisses (SuperNatural Sharing Series Book 1)

by Rena Marks

  I nodded cautiously. He’d backed off a little too quickly. I remembered from my relationship with my ex-husband that this was never a good thing.

  “Will you still go to dinner with me tomorrow night? I like being with you and I like watching you eat. It makes me feel—human.”

  His candor tugged at my heartstrings. I was less threatened, back in control. “Yes, I’d like to go to dinner with you then. You and I. Friends.”

  Julian lowered his forehead to mine. And whispered. “Friends. With benefits.”

  I sighed.

  Chapter Five

  Sunday morning I had just showered and dressed when the doorbell rang. I peered through the drapes. A delivery truck sat outside on a Sunday. I opened the door.

  My brows raised, as I signed for the package. Taking it inside, I eyed it curiously. Why would Julian have it delivered to my house? Though I would find out tonight when he arrived, I was still curious. In the meantime, a drive to the mall to find another dress was in order. I sighed aloud. Shopping was more of a chore than pleasure for me.

  When I arrived at the mall, one of the parking lots was roped off, separated from the rest of the mall for a traveling carnival. I hadn’t been to one in years. It was daylight out and there were a few families out with their kids. It would be fun to go to a carnival. Maybe I could change Julian’s mind about dinner and talk him into watching me eat a hotdog instead. The most fun about it was that I could postpone buying my dress.

  Of course, I would need another soon anyway. I may as well bite the bullet and get it while I was here.

  I found a dress quickly enough and was at the register fishing through my handbag for my wallet. The clerk finished the sale and handed me my bagged dress and receipt.

  “I haven’t paid you.” I was perplexed.

  “Oh. Julian Bax has an account with us. We’ve been instructed to place all of your purchases to his account.”

  “Whose instruction?”

  “Why, his. I imagine.” She stared at me, baffled as to why I would even ask.

  Another idea clicked in my head. “You know, I have another couple of purchases to make. I’m leaving my bag here, okay?”

  She nodded.

  When I arrived back home that night, I changed my clothes, put on a little more makeup, and brushed my teeth. I was comfortable with Julian and didn’t have to be wary anymore now that the ice was broken by the awesome sex.

  I heard him call my name when he arrived.

  “Come in. I’m inside.”

  I met him in the hallway dressed in my short skirt, flip-flops and T-shirt.

  “I may be a little overdressed,” he said while openly eyeing my bare legs. I had shaved and oiled my legs, so I knew they were silky smooth.

  “Yup. One of us has to change. Depends on what you want to do.”

  He raised an inquiring eyebrow.

  “I went to the mall today,” I explained, “and they have a carnival set up. The weather is perfect. It’ll be so much fun. Unless you have your heart set on watching me eat sushi, of course.”

  “We can have dinner any night. A carnival isn’t always around. We'll do that.”

  “Oh, good. Then I hope this fits.”

  I brought out my shopping bag with casual clothes for him. Even shoes. And I had fun picking out underwear. I got the most outrageous pair I could find, certainly not fit for a master vampire of the city. Bikini-style undies, with a face in the middle–in a silky, bright purple. The nose was the crotch. They made me snicker when I bought them.

  I handed him the bag.

  “Please. Use my bedroom and change,” I said graciously.

  “You bought me…clothing?”

  “Uh-huh. A carnival outfit. But don’t worry. You paid. Your account at the mall? They wouldn’t take my money.”

  “Well, surely no one would expect a girlfriend of mine to pay for her own clothes. Right?” He justified. “I was simply keeping in line with the pretense.”

  “And this pretend girlfriend is just going to love dressing you up since you dressed me up last night.”

  “You were gorgeous last night. Everyone said so. Johnny called you hot.”

  “I looked like Cher.”

  He went into my bedroom and left the door ajar. I sat in the entryway facing the door, much like he had previously while I’d changed.

  I gasped. From the entryway chair, I had a view into the mirror on my dresser. Julian had been watching me undress. I caught my breath as my eyes narrowed.

  He stripped off his suit, locking his eyes to mine in the mirror.

  “Well, well. You little voyeur,” I whispered.

  “Oh, didn’t you know?” he called out. Damn super-vamp hearing. “I assumed you knew I was watching. You left the door ajar.” The side of his lips tilted slightly.

  “So we could talk!”

  He was holding out the purple bikinis. “Uh, Anjelia, surely…”

  I clucked my tongue. “I wore the outfit you picked out for me. You’re not going to hurt my feelings and not wear mine, are you?”

  He didn't answer. He simply stepped from his slacks. I had the view of his buttocks when he whipped the bikinis up long, muscular legs. Wow. They hugged well from the back, and emphasized the tightest, most perfect ass I’d ever seen. He yanked the khaki shorts on before I could see the front of the undies. I sighed.

  He opened the door fully and stood in the doorway, his chest bare. It was smooth, with six-pack abs just like a magazine supermodel. I fought the need to lick my lips. Or swallowing down the extra saliva that had pooled in my mouth. I smiled instead.

  I pulled the shirt over his head, for something to do. I hoped he hadn’t noticed my racing heartbeat. His eyes watched mine as he put his arm through the sleeve. I still held the bottom of the shirt and tried to act casual as I straightened it, though my heartbeat thundered.

  “You look nice,” I complimented. “Don’t forget the shoes.”

  He went back to the bag and we sat on my bed. “Sandals? Master vampires don’t wear sandals!”

  He would wear the purple bikinis with the big nose but balked at sandals?

  “Humans wear sandals. We’re going to a human function. Please, Julian,” I said, a serene smile on my face. “See my flip-flops?”

  He closed his eyes and appeared to count to ten. When he opened them, he put on the sandals.

  “I don’t know what you’re fretting about. You have beautiful feet. Most men don’t, you know. If we weren’t just friends, I’d show you what girls like to do with those feet.”

  He looked at me sharply but I just smiled again. He grabbed my hand, locked my front door and raced out to his car, dragging me along.

  “Slow down!” I yelped, breathless. Julian never paused, he just kept looking from side to side.

  In his car I turned to him, starting to feel bad. “Julian, are you really that uncomfortable?”

  “Not at all. I just feel the need to be around people. Your house, in your bedroom, was taking more control than I have.”

  “You really are beautiful. I wouldn’t have you look bad.”

  “I know.”

  “You look very human.”

  “Promise me that someday I get to dress you very vampy.”

  “I promise.”

  Suddenly, I felt a bit better. His dressing me wasn't controlling, like my ex's had been. He was willing to wear what made me happy.

  I still couldn't believe the purple bikini underwear, though. I felt bad about that.

  He raised my hand to his lips and pressed his lips to the inside of my palm. I looked away, very slowly. My heart melted even more.

  I’ve always loved carnivals. The lights, the screams, the smells of the popcorn and hot dogs. I inhaled deeply to absorb all the scents and Julian smiled.

  “What do you want first?” he asked. “Popcorn? That fry-bread stuff?”

  “I can’t get over the guilt of eating while you watch.”

  “Become my human servant and
I can enjoy food again.”

  “I’m not that guilty yet.” I smiled.

  It was popcorn first and then we rode the Ferris wheel so I could eat and ride at the same time. I pointed out sights to Julian from the very top where the ride had paused.

  He sat casually with his arm around me, smiling indulgently. I leaned forward to look down and put my hand on his bare thigh, feeling the hard muscles tense underneath my touch.

  I looked at him questioningly. “Is something wrong?”

  “You're making Pinocchio’s nose grow,” he said, kissing the tip of my nose.

  “Pinocchio? What do you mean?”

  He kissed my lips next. Gently. And his breathing began to deepen.

  “Oh. You mean…”

  “Yes. The silly underwear you bought.”

  My hand jumped off his thigh. I placed it into my own lap as the ride moved down again.

  When the Ferris wheel descended, we walked around the park. I held his hand.

  I remembered the package that had been delivered to my house. “Something was sent to you today. To my house.”

  He nodded. “I sent a box of my clothing to your house.”

  “Clothes.”

  “Lots of men keep clothes at their girlfriend’s. To hang next to yours in the closet.”

  I continued to look at him blankly, wondering where he was going with this train of thought.

  “In case I spend the night. I’d have a change of clothing.” He looked down at himself with a wry grimace. “Or if we changed plans at the last minute and I had to change suddenly. Or even if you had guests or repairmen who snooped through your closet, they’d see my clothes.”

  I laughed. “I get it. You wouldn’t have to wear the atrocious clothes your girlfriend bought for you in that case.”

  He smiled down at me.

  “Unless it hurt her feelings. Then you’d wear them, wouldn’t you, Julian?” I teased.

  He looked serious. “I’d probably meet the dawn for you, my sweet.”

  The carnival closed around midnight, late for humans, early for vamps. I was tired but I didn’t want my “date” to end.

  We walked through a neighborhood park, right across from the carnival.

  I yawned.

  “Would you like for me to take you home?”

  “No,” I said. “I'm having fun with you. I don't want it to end.”

  “I can help you stay up later, revive you, stop you from being tired. Much better than caffeine.”

  “You can?”

  He nodded, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I’ll need your permission.”

  “Is this going to get me in trouble?” I laughed. “You have it. Go ahead.”

  He leaned forward and pulled me into him, with his arms hooked around my waist. He pressed his lips to mine. I was bemused at first, until a shot of fire raced through my veins.

  His lips teased at mine, nibbling on my lower lip until I moaned and opened. His tongue darted in and mine was all too eager to meet his.

  I couldn’t get close enough, so I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hands were everywhere, massaging my back and then sliding down, cupping my backside. He tasted of male, slightly spicy and made me crave more.

  The bulge pressing against me made me to come to my senses. I broke off the kiss and pulled back a little.

  “Wow. What was that about?” I asked, my arms still wound around him.

  He grinned. “Are you still tired?”

  I wasn’t. Not in the slightest. Actually, I felt like I could run, like I’d been revived magically.

  I stared at him, stunned. It was amazing, this taste of vampire magic. But magic comes with a price, and there was much more I wanted.

  Lust filled my body. I could actually feel my body softening, my eyelids fluttering, my lips swollen from his expert kisses.

  “Finish the job,” I whispered.

  “You are sure?” His voice rasped.

  “I need you.”

  “Careful. You may consent to become that real girlfriend.” His eyes glowed with desire. He wrapped his hand in my hair gently and tugged my head backward. With my neck exposed, he traced my racing pulse with his tongue. The warmth from his mouth teased, and my nipples grew erect, reaching out through the thin material of my cotton tee.

  He lifted one of my legs to wrap around his waist. The bulge of his erection pressed through his pants as he pushed against the seam of his zipper, right over my swollen sex. On my own, I wrapped my other leg around him and he held me pressed against him by cupping my ass with his hands.

  I ground myself against his body. Tiny little bursts of excitement sparked around my clit.

  Very slowly, he walked. Beyond some bushes was a park bench, where he sat with me still balanced on his lap. Unfortunately, a streetlamp lit the area like a spotlight on a theater stage.

  “Julian,” I protested. “Anyone could walk by. Look at how much light is shining right on us.”

  As much as I protested, it was still kind of exciting to know anybody could walk by.

  His power swelled and the air became thicker. Instantly, the lamp blinked out, leaving the bench we sat on in shaded seclusion, with only the moon as our light.

  “No one will walk by at this time of night, my sweet. If they do, I will sense them long before they get here. Come, let me taste you. I've waited so long.”

  I loved the idea of his sharp fangs lightly scraping my nipples. It was an incredible turn-on. I lifted my thin white shirt, eagerly taking my bra up with it, to expose my breasts to the night air.

  “You're beautiful,” he complimented. “Pink and white. Strawberries and cream.”

  I smiled and felt his hands slowly come away from my buttocks to rest on my thighs. They inched slowly up under my skirt, pushing it up over my waist.

  My string bikini panties were thin, cotton and white to match my shirt. He grasped the strings that lay over my hips and yanked. My underwear came away in his hands like tissue paper. He tossed them aside.

  He stared at my spread body, my swollen labia…and I could feel the warm night air touch my sensitive skin.

  Then he lowered his face to my aching nipple, giving it a lick before whispering, “I love to see your lips spread open for me like that. Eager, as if you can’t wait for me to sink into you. They’re flushed pink on the inside and your little clit is so swollen, as if it wants to be taken between my teeth.” He inserted his finger deep into my slick core as he spoke, bending his head to suck my nipple.

  I nearly came unglued at the magnificent feelings between the two sudden and simultaneous pleasures. I squirmed, pushing more breast into his mouth and thrusting my pussy deeper onto his finger.

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned, his voice rumbling against my hard nipple.

  “Suck it harder,” I demanded and gasped when he did. Pleasure spikes of sensation filled me.

  His dark head was at my breast, my skirt bunched up at my waist and his finger thrusting in and out of my body. I nearly climaxed.

  My inner muscles clenched deliberately around his finger, holding him still, and he chuckled. “Okay, sweet stuff.”

  His left hand deftly unbuckled his khakis and his cock burst free. It was long and thick and eager for me. Slowly, he wrapped his hand around it and pumped it while I watched.

  I never even gave him a chance. I pulled my pussy back from his wet fingers with a slight slurp and swallowed his cock instead.

  He raked lightly over my moisture-slicked clit with a thumb.

  I thrust hard onto his cock, my body riding his. He reached deep and filled me fully. I was so wet I slid up and down his shaft easily.

  I could tell he was close by the way he increased the speed and pressure on my swollen clitoris. If he pressed it deeply one more time…

  Instead he pulled it and rolled it between his thumb and forefinger. I exploded, waves of electric pleasure coursing throughout my body as my inner muscles convulsed and milked him for all he was worth. I felt the
rush of liquid heat from his semen as it coursed through my swollen sex and I collapsed onto him, my mouth opening and sucking on his neck to keep myself from screaming.

  He smelled mildly of aftershave. My face pressed against his neck, the heady scent of our lovemaking mingling in the night air.

  * * * * *

  I read the morning paper with my coffee. Actually, it was yesterday’s paper, since I had never read it. The interview from Horntrey was in it. It wasn’t half bad, until it got personal. It told exactly who I was, a business owner next door to the club and a member of city council. It told how Julian and I could not keep our hands and eyes off each other and how we “retired” to his office early in the evening. It was more gossip column at that point.

  There were numerous phone calls to my house and to the gym—both phones rang constantly since the article. In fact, I had a headache from the constant ringing. I avoided telephones for two days.

  The one person I did speak to was Connie, only because I called her. She told me Leo had invited her to his house. Being her wolf-king, she couldn’t refuse and said that during the day he was quite normal. It was only close to a full moon that he became slightly insane. Although she did notice one slightly odd, stalker-ish, thing that concerned me. Leo had kept the tattered remains of my blouse.

  It worried me that there was something about the handsome king I couldn't put my finger on.

  That night, I closed the gym and was unlocking my car when I sensed Julian's presence behind me. I could do that now since the marking. So I didn’t bother to turn around.

  “I haven't seen you, my sweet. I've tried to call.”

  “I haven't been answering my phone. It rings incessantly since the article came out. I agreed to pretend to date you for the humans and to accept your mark for the supernaturals. I wasn't quite prepared for this backlash.”

  “I want you to want to be around me as much as I do you. You know I don’t want to pretend.”

  “Julian, you can’t force feelings on me.”

  “Don’t you feel it?” he whispered.

  I took a step back, because like it or not, I was not getting better at lying. He stepped forward and put his hands against the car on either side of me, trapping me in his arms.