Needed: A BBW Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance

by Ever Coming

  “It’s why I needed you in the first place. Someone figured it out.” His voice lowered and found myself straining to hear the words.

  “Brent.” The anger filling the room as he said the name left me no doubt that Brent was the “very bad man” Jameson had saved Bob from.

  “Brent.”

  “I never knew his intent was more than financial.”

  “It wasn’t at first. But when he realized I could see more than glimpses of the future, he became obsessed.” Bob redirected his focus to me. “I used to not hide things as well as I do now.” As if I needed to know. Was he afraid I thought he would make me less than safe? His facial expression was schooled, so I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

  “Wait, slow it all down. I’m so lost. Are you saying you can see Jameson and I look different to you than other people do because we were meant to be bond mates?” Rationally, I knew there was so much more sitting out there that needed to be discussed, but the idea that people looked different to Bob had my mind stuck and I knew it was probably one of the easier things to settle in my mind so I started there. That way I could check it off my imaginary list.

  “Not really different, but that is as good an explanation as any.” Or not check it off the list as the case may be.

  We sat in silence as everyone, especially me, tried to wrap themselves around what we had just discussed. Bob was so much more than a hot man and sometime gorgeous performer. He was a psychic of some kind and could see a perfect match, at least one between a human and a vampire. That would make him very valuable in the wrong hands. Hands he had been in at some point, sadly enough.

  “Wait, is that who you think tried to break in here?” I had taken the initial assessment of the broken lock at face value, but with this added information I pondered out loud if it were a mistake to dismiss his past.

  “It couldn’t have been him. He’s dead.”

  Jameson had killed him. I knew that not only from the fact that he had saved Bob, but also because the way he said dead. Did he worry that I would be upset because that man needed to die from all accounts?

  “Ohhhh.” There was no use discussing that part of his past. It so clearly made both men uncomfortable, and if he was no longer a threat, enough said.

  “Enough about this. You look lovely, love.”

  “Thank you. I’m borrowing it from … Arabella.” My words got stuck in my throat. Was it Arabella I borrowed it from or Bob? Or did it even matter?

  “The name thing confuses you, doesn’t it, sweetie?”

  I nodded in reply. I wasn’t sure what I could even say in reply. Sorry I don’t know who you are? No that sounded wrong and harsh. I knew enough about who they were to know they were my friend and that was good enough in so many ways.

  “How about when I’m in stage gear you call me Arabella and when I’m not, you call me Bob? Or you could simply call me friend, always.” His acceptance of my lack of social grace warmed my heart.

  “Friend. I like that.”

  “As do I.”

  Before we could continue, phones started to buzz. Both men took them out and Jameson asked to use the computer. It seemed that the surveillance footage was sent to them via email and he wanted us to all look at it together. It blew my mind how something that happened in the hallway during the day could be recalled and sent via email. I guess I missed out on a lot of technology having my only internet time via the local library.

  For the most part, the footage was boring. And by boring I mean an empty hallway. We must have fast forwarded through hours before someone finally came up to the door. Holy shit, it couldn’t be, but yet it was. What the eff was he doing here, at Bob’s?

  “Bob…” My voice was shaking as we watched him try to pick the lock only to be interrupted by a neighbor coming home and scurried off.

  “I know, sweetie, I know.”

  “Someone better tell me what is going on.” The tension in Jameson’s voice wasn’t even close to masked.

  “That man…he was the one who pushed me at the bus station.”

  10

  The afternoon was a whirlwind. Bob’s lock was fixed as security swept through the apartment. True to Jameson’s original assessment and the surveillance footage, the man had not been inside, but that didn’t mean part of him wasn’t. The asshat had bumped into me as a way to track me with a stupid little bug on my backpack.

  After what felt like hours of discussion with the head of security, Bob and Jameson agreed that I must be the target, but for the life of them, they couldn’t figure out why, other than he was a pervert. It wasn’t like I had any money or could have even made any enemies in town in the entire minute I had been there before he knocked me over. No, he was probably some sicko who wanted sex or possibly even a serial killer. Either way, I was so not okay with it.

  “So now what?” I was afraid to ask. Someone who planted a device on their intended victim wasn’t going to leave well enough alone, especially since he had no clue we were on to him. Most people in the city would have assumed it was a random break-in—and who would actually pay enough attention to the jerkwad who knocked them down in a random act of shithead-dom enough to recognize him even if there were decent footage? Which in most cases, there wouldn’t be. No, he was still out there blissfully unaware that he had a royally pissed off vampire after his butt.

  “Now, we grab whatever things you can’t live without in case there was another device we somehow missed and we will go to dinner, make a quick shopping run, and go home.”

  “What about Bob?” How I put my new friend in such jeopardy, I still didn’t understand, but I couldn’t just stand by and let him get hurt because he'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

  “Sweetie, I will just stay here and do what I normally do.” He seemed far less concerned about his safety than I was, to be sure.

  “He may come back,” I argued, silently pleading with Jameson to back me on this.

  “Would you feel better, love, if he came with us?”

  Tears filled my eyes as I threw myself at Jameson, nodding into his shoulder.

  With everyone in agreement, Bob’s a little more reluctant than mine, we gathered our things. Not surprisingly, pretty much everything I brought stayed, just in case. had two outfits now, both of which were interview worthy, so if I had to leave my rags behind while we had this sorted out, so be it.

  The tricky part would be to get Jameson to give me the freedom I needed to find a job and start to make a life here. I knew from his mumblings that he planned to not leave me alone for a moment until the asshat was caught. That just didn’t work in job hunting. Or pretty much anything related to starting a new life in a new city. We would have to cross that bridge when we came to it. Who knows, we might be lucky and the security team would be able to trace the tracking device, ending this before we even ate dinner.

  It was well past bedtime when we finally strolled into Jameson’s penthouse. Bob actually had his own bedroom there. I had known they were friends and sometimes possibly more, but seeing that he was close enough to have his own room told me so much more. They were family.

  I was still not overly happy with the mass amount of packages Jameson was carrying. Bob had convinced Jameson I needed an entire wardrobe to replace the “small pile of ugly back at my apartment.” Not that Jameson needed much encouragement. He seemed to love the idea of spoiling me as much as Bob loved to shop. It was one of the weirdest outings of my life, and given my background that was saying something.

  We arrived at a new room. It wasn’t the one I had stayed in the first night and initially I thought I had been relegated to a guest room. As he clicked on the lights, I saw the error in my thoughts. This wasn’t the guest room. It was his room. Where the room the night before felt cold and without personality, this one screamed “Jameson” and made the original room I stayed in look tiny.

  “This is our room.” He was very careful in his wording. Ours. Not his, but ours. “You can, of course, stay in th
e guest room again if this is all too fast for you.” He put the garment bags in a closet and the rest of the clothes in a small set of drawers. I know he meant it when he said I could stay down the hall, but his actions told me he hoped it wasn’t true.

  “Here is fine.” Fine my ass. I had been waiting all day for this moment. Every touch had me wanting more and now we had all night.

  “I was hoping you would say that.”

  He was to me in a flash and his lips collided with mine. There was no gentleness. It was raw. Powerful. Possessive. Exactly what I needed and craved after the disturbing events of the attempted break in. I met him with equal fervor and when we finally broke apart, I had to take a moment to catch my breath before attempting to speak. Goodness, the things this man did to me with a simple kiss.

  “I’ve been wanting that all day,” I confessed between breaths.

  “Me too, love. Me too.” He bent down and gave me a small peck on the cheek before whispering in my ear, “That was actually only the beginning of what I have been wanting to do.”

  I swear my knees would have buckled if he hadn’t been holding me.

  “That outfit nearly had me bursting the zipper in my pants. I think Bob set out to destroy me with that.” I blushed so hard under his assessment. I knew I looked good, or had before taking the clothes on and off a thousand times in the dressing room and wrinkling them so, but hearing him tell me I impacted him in such a way was so very heady.

  He began to unbutton my blouse, one button at a time. Slowly. So freaking slowly, I was squirming. I had never been topless in front of any man before, not even a doctor, yet there was no shyness tonight. Embarrassment, slightly, but no shyness. I was all in and wanted this at least as much as he did, but by my estimate probably more so.

  As he removed each button from its place, he placed a small kiss on the skin it exposed. He didn’t dive into my bra like in the movies I had seen, but seemed to relish the unwrapping of his bond mate. I just closed my eyes and felt. His noises and words of encouragement told me that just being there and enjoying the sensations was all he wanted from me, which was good because I had no idea what else to do.

  As he pushed the blouse from my shoulders and I allowed it to drop to the floor, I reached up, feeling bold, and pulled his shirt loose from his pants. I was awkward, yet he didn’t seem to notice. Not knowing what to do next, I simply sought out his eyes, hoping for direction. I wanted this to be something he would enjoy as much as I was sure I would, if yesterday was any indication. I just didn’t know how.

  “You seem nervous, my Angel.” Would you like me to stop and we can just sleep?” He led me to the bed, pulling back the sheets. “I can grab you a shirt to sleep in. There is no rush.”

  “No. No, that’s not it at all.” He motioned for me to sit. “it’s just, you know.” I was trying to take the easy way out, which wasn’t fair to either us.

  “I really don’t, love. Talk to me.” He took the seat beside me, his face filled with warmth, which was an odd notion since he was, in fact, cold to the touch.

  “Idon’tknowwhattodo,” I blurted out as one word.

  “Then we shouldn’t do anything. This isn’t a decision to make when you are unsure, love.”

  He was completely misunderstanding me. He thought I wasn’t sure I wanted this and that was so not at all even close to the case.

  “I meant more I don't know what to do, not if I should do it.” Dawning crossed his face. “On that I’m sure. I just don’t want to mess up.”

  His hand reached up and cupped my cheek, his thumb tracing my cheekbone gently. “Oh, beautiful, you worry about too many things. Tonight is going to be perfect. Do you know how I know?” I shook my head slightly. “Because we are bond mates and were put on this earth for each other.”

  Before I could answer, he leaned in and kissed me gently. It was barely a brush of our lips, but it took all of my fears with it.

  “Tell me what to do.” Still unsure of myself.

  “That, my love, is for another day.” Jameson winked, and my face burned. He wasn’t kidding. Would I like that? Heck yeah I would. “You surprise me by the moment, Angel. I’m going to take so much enjoyment exploring all of your hidden desires one day, but for now, let’s keep your mind here.” He was right, I was letting my mind wander down the rabbit hole that was my hidden fantasies and if I kept it up I would miss the fantasy currently unveiling before me.

  I leaned over and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt, my hands trembling. One by one I released them, revealing the gloriousness that was his chest. I mimicked his earlier actions, placing a small kiss as the buttons gave way. At one point I was sure he actually groaned at my touch, but I was too busy focusing on my mission to allow it to distract me. As I released the last button, I went for broke, placing my hands on the button of his pants. In for a penny…

  I found myself on the bed beneath him before I realized we were even moving. My mission, completely unfulfilled, but I no longer cared. The weight of him gave me a secure feeling I had never felt before and a warmth in my center that only rivaled that of yesterday. His head dropped beside mine.

  “Oh Angel, you are going to undo me.” He started to kiss a path down my neck and any response I might have had was gone. I was lost in the moment and as he reached the spot where he drank from me the day before, my body nearly shouted at him to drink again. “Soon, love, soon. If I drink too soon I fear our time will be cut off again.” Darn it, the man was right, but I still wanted it. Craved it.

  As his descent continued, he unsnapped the bra. I had never had a front closure before, and as I spilled out before him and caught a glimpse of the passion in his eyes I immediately saw their benefits. He started with only a look and a few mumbles of what I believed was perfect and gorgeous before he flicked his thumb over my very erect breasts. Being a bountiful girl, I always thought of them as a pain in the ass, but here, with Jameson, trembling with pleasure at suck a small touch, I finally saw them for the gift they were.

  From a small touch of his thumb to a small kiss, a slight squeeze, and even a nibble, he began to worship my breasts. I never in my wildest imagination thought it could be like this. I had always thought of them as decoration, a means to attract a man if the time would arise. I never considered the depths of pleasure someone could bring me the way Jameson was. I squirmed beneath him wanting, no, needing more.

  “Lift your hips for me, love,” he pleaded. As I lifted them, I saw his end game. He was removing my skirt. What a clever man. I needed it gone. All of it. There was no nervousness or shyness at him seeing me, squishiness and all. I had felt his hardness against my belly only moments ago, I knew he liked me just the way I was.

  He returned to me, face to face, as I heard the skirt hit the floor. He didn’t bother to hide his inhuman characteristics in front of me and that made this all the more real. We weren’t pretending to be who we weren’t to seal the deal, like so many did in traditional dating, even if unintentionally. We were in this for the long haul. After all, fate couldn’t be wrong, and after discussing things with Bob this afternoon, I knew Jameson and I weren’t simply wanting our bond mating to be true, we were bond mates. Done. Well, completely sealed after we finished our plans for the evening anyways.

  “Oh love, you are driving me to distraction.” He pushed a stray hair from my face. “I want to slide into you right now.”

  “Yes!” I begged as I pulled him closer, or more accurately tried to pull him closer and instead pulled myself up.

  “Not yet, beautiful. We both need patience.” He didn’t sound like he enjoyed that idea any more than I did. “I wanted to ask you something first.”

  I sighed like a petulant teen as I fell back against my pillow. I didn’t want talk. My body was on fire with need. He chuckled in response.

  “May I drink from you tonight?”

  “I may kill you if you if you don’t.” I only half teased, my desperation clear.

  He didn’t need to be told twice. Hi
s lips found mine and the passion he poured through them was practically tangible. As he began his descent again, the anticipation grew and grew. He mumbled words of praise as he kissed a path down my neck, further and further until he stopped and my belly. “Oh Angel, I can’t wait until you are round with our child.”

  We both knew it wouldn’t be his, since he had no soldiers, but hearing him want a family with me, one that would truly be his in all ways but biology had me soaring, soaring so high that I missed his movement until he sucked my clit into his mouth, causing me to call out his name. I should have known it was only the beginning. He licked and sucked, eventually adding a finger to the mix. I had expected a tinge of pain as his finger first slid in, but there was only pleasure. He spoke, but I couldn’t register the words, I was so lost in the feeling of euphoria.

  When the pressure began to build up, I wanted to tell him to stop before things ended too soon and I once again woke up after a night of almost. No. That was a lie. I wanted him to continue, even though logically I should have asked him to stop. As I went over the edge, my body quaking and my lips calling his name, I saw the difference from the night before. The pleasure was as intense, but instead of blacking out, I was still there. Which meant that the night wasn’t over. Not by a long shot.

  “You are so beautiful when you come, my Angel.” He was nestled between my legs, all signs of his pants gone and his hardness nestled against my belly. How had I missed that?

  “That was…” I really didn’t have the words for it. Amazing fell short. “Thank you,” was the best I could come up with.

  “No, thank you for the gift of your pleasure,” he mumbled against my lips before sucking the bottom one into his mouth. As it grew into a deep kiss, I could taste myself on him and my mind immediately wondered what he tasted like. I would need to find that out and quickly.

  As he broke the kiss and moved his magical lips to where he had sipped from me the night before, I felt his cock lining up with me and I squirmed to try and get him to move faster. He took his time, kissing and sucking on the place I knew he would take from me once again and as his teeth began to scrape against my skin, he entered me so slowly I wanted to scream. And scream I did as he did two things at once. He entered me just as he took his first sip and it had me coming as if yesterday’s orgasm was a preshow, only this time as I came down, ears still fuzzy, Jameson was still nestled between my thighs, still inside of me, just looking at me with wonder. I had done it, I had managed to stay awake.