SIX

Chapter 2

An hour later, our group’s attendance hit the unlucky number thirteen. Micah’s voice was growing louder with each drink. His hands had already run Sandra off to hide behind Damon, who was in a surprisingly good mood and on his third beer. Dr. Mitchell was deep in conversation with Dr. Alma, as we affectionately called her. It was mainly due to the length of her hyphenated last name.

The glass in front of me was empty, putting me in desperate need of another if I was going to make it through another hour. Up at the bar, I found an empty seat in the now bustling establishment, and waited for the bartender to come my way.

When I had my new drink in hand, I didn’t head back to the table. Instead, I sat, checking the time on my phone along with my social media notifications. Of which I had none. Where were all my friends?

Looking through my timeline, which was filled with tons of Valentine’s Day pics from a few days before, there were updates from friends I hadn’t seen in years.

Kristi Kallam: Counting down the days until spring break. >.

Teachers needed vacation, too.

Massy Reyes: Margarita time!!

Complete with a photo of a huge green filled glass the size of a fish bowl.

Marissa Wade: Loving this cool Arizona weather! Hike, here I come.

Cute selfie with the Arizona landscape behind her.

All three of them were friends of mine in school. After college, we split off to different parts of the country. Since then, most of our contact was via the Internet and the occasional birthday or holiday call or text.

I missed them, but moving apart was the sad drawback of growing up. I’d made a few friends around Cincinnati, but they weren’t people I hung out with a lot. Add to that how my best friend was busy with two-month-old twins and that I had no man in my life, a homebody was born.

“Anyone sitting here?”

I looked up from my phone, and almost choked on the sip I just took as I saw the man before me. He was the cliché of tall, dark, and handsome—not the usual guy I attracted.

Not entirely true—Digby was tall, blond, and handsome.

“You.” The word popped out of my mouth, proving I’d reached the happy drunk stage. Marcy did remind me earlier of my loose lips when drinking.

His blue eyes sparkled, and his mouth drew up into a smirk. The sharp angle of his jaw was accentuated by what appeared to be a few days’ worth of stubble. His black suit was not off the rack, and his dark brown hair was longer and grab worthy.

“Simon.”

He held out his hand, and I slipped mine in. It was rougher than I expected for a man in a tailored suit. Heat flooded my cheeks as I thought of him touching me all over. Rough, strong hands…

“Paisley.”

He set his drink down, ordering another round for both of us, despite both of our glasses still being half full. Then again, they could be half empty, and he was just anticipating their imminent demise.

“What brings you here?” He took a sip of his vodka and tonic, lips pursed together as he swallowed.

The bob of his Adam’s apple caught my eye, and a strong desire to lean forward and lick it took hold.

Months and months with nothing but silicone between my thighs, coupled with the booze and the front zip dress, and I was a tipsy hussy ready to spread my legs for him. Apparently, I wanted to jump the first real c**k that showed the slightest bit of interest.

Which is exactly what gets you into trouble.

Then again, it could just be that he was very good looking and seemed interested in having a good time.

“Business. You?”

Another sip of my vodka and cranberry to quench my thirst. “Work party.”

“Sounds…”

“Boring.”

He chuckled. “The rowdy bunch in the corner?”

I peeked over, and sure enough, Micah was on the table doing a strip tease. I shook my head and turned back. Working with the dead, it was probably the first time any of them had lived in months. “I have no idea who those crazies are.”

“I’m better company.”

I quirked a brow at him and took another sip. “Awfully sure of yourself.”

“I have a lot of self-confidence.” He beamed at me.

And I had a lot of ways I was imagining mounting him on his bar stool. “Do you now? Cocky men are not attractive.”

He shook his head. “There’s a difference between cockiness and confidence.”

“Enlighten me.”

His finger traced the rim of his glass, his eyes locked on mine. “They both come from inside, but cockiness derives from a deep-seated need for attention to cover up insecurities and secure validation. I have no need for any of those.”

I was stuck, transfixed or maybe hypnotized by him, unable to look away. “That’s a pretty cocky statement.” Even my words were stunted, low.

The man had me practically panting for him.

A b***h in heat.

Fuck me.

His tongue swiped across his lips as the corner of his mouth twitched up. “I suppose it is, but I assure you, there are no small parts of my anatomy I’m trying to compensate for.”

“So, it comes from having a big head?”

Somebody shut me up!

A huge grin grew across his face. “Forward, aren’t you? Talking about the size of my cock.”

“Well, I meant the one on top of your neck. It is quite bulbous.”

His brow crinkled. “I don’t know how to take that.”

“An observation.”

Someone really needed to staple my lips shut. I was losing my best d**k opportunity of the night.

“What is it that you do to make such an observation?” His smile dropped a little, no longer reaching his eyes or having that sexy edge.

“I’m a vampire.”

His brows shot up, and he nodded. “Interesting, and a little macabre.”

I wanted to slap myself. First guy in ages to flirt with me, and I was fubaring it. He was gone.

“Yep.”

He leaned forward, surprising me, his interest seeming piqued by the near excitement in his expression. “I didn’t realize being a vampire was a job.”

I nodded. “Not very lucrative, though.”

“Do you have other talents besides being a master sucker?”

The way he enunciated the last word coupled with the heavy lidded look he gave me had my p***y clenching.

My eyes widened.

And we’re back.

“I…I…” I cleared my throat as my cheeks heated up. “What brings you to the great city of Cincinnati?”

He leaned back, but the sexy smirk thankfully stayed. “I travel a lot for work. For instance, I got off a plane from Chicago yesterday, and I’d been in Italy a few days before that.”

“Italy? I’ve always wanted to go there.”

“Can I persuade you to keep me company?” He reached out, fingers trailing up my forearm. “Or do you need to get back?”

“I don’t know,” I said with a glance to the table again.

He smirked. “You don’t?”

I bit my lip and looked up at him from under my lashes. “I think it all depends on your method of persuasion.” It was official at that sentence that I’d reached my limit: I’d just offered myself up.

“I know many ways.” He leaned forward, his eyes on my lips before looking up. “I have words… I have touch.” I drew in a ragged breath as his hand moved down the column of my neck. “Where would you like me to start? With my mouth or my body?”

“I can’t have both?”

He chuckled as one hand moved to my waist, drawing me to him, while the other cupped my neck. When his lips touched mine, a jolt of pleasure zapped my clit, making it twitch. I let out a little moan as he slipped his tongue inside, stroking it against my own. Then, it wasn’t just him holding me to his body, it was also my hands knotting in his suit, pulling me up and closer as the electric pulses danced in my veins.

I wanted him. Right there, on the bar stool.

I whimpered when he pulled back, my eyes heavy and cheeks hot.

His hips shifted, pushing his c**k into my stomach.

“Can we try that again? Maybe somewhere with at least a little bit of privacy?” I asked, using every bit of strength in me to keep from climbing onto his lap.

He quirked his brow. “How much is a little bit?”

“At this point I don’t care if it’s in the men’s restroom.” There was no covering how breathy my voice was.

He smirked again and reached into his pocket, pulling out one of the hotel’s key cards. “I’d like a little more time with you than a quickie in a stall, no matter how hot that sounds.”

“Then how about we start there and work our way up?”

“Kinky.” He leaned forward, his tongue swiping across my lips. “I like it.”

Large hands wrapped around my waist and pulled me the rest of the way off the bar stool. He threw some bills down for our drinks and grabbed my hand.

I chanced a glance at my coworkers before sneaking out and into the hotel lobby. The heels of my boots clicked on the marble floor, Simon’s long legs and large steps making it difficult to keep up.

Once we reached the elevator bay, he pressed the button and then pushed me against the wall. His fingers pulled at the zipper, teasing.

“Such a lewd dress,” he said as he leaned down, licking the tops of my breasts, biting down with a moan.

“Lewd?” My body wouldn’t stay still. The rough way he grabbed me, his bite. With the small taste he was giving me, he could easily turn out to be the f**k-beast I so desperately needed.

His fingers dug into my flesh as his hands moved around in a barely contained frenzy. “All I can think about is if you’re wearing anything under it. How easy it would be to open it up and f**k the sexy body you’re hiding.”

I flung my arms around his shoulders and pulled his lips back down to mine.

How long had it been since I’d been called sexy by a man? Yeah, he was getting whatever he wanted, because I needed the memory to last.

The ping signaling the elevator’s arrival didn’t stop him. He bent over, coaxing my legs up and around his waist as he held on to my ass. Walking the few steps, he pressed me against the wall as he reached out to punch the button for his floor.

His teeth grabbed on to my bottom lip and pulled while his hips arched up, pressing his c**k against my clit. There was no doubt in my mind my thong was soaked through. I was so turned on, I’d probably come if he stuffed me with his c**k right there.

Fire in my veins heated, pulsing through me with each beat of my heart.

Either there was nobody in the halls, or we were completely oblivious to everything but each other as we exited and he took however many steps it was to his room. With each bounce came another hit to my clit, and I was whimpering, ready to meet his beast.

The moment we were inside his room he kicked the door shut. I still couldn’t believe what I was doing with a stranger, but the chemistry between us was off the charts hot. Stranger or not, I needed him in the worst ways.

I bounced as he threw me down on the bed, letting out a small giggle. The excitement bubbled through me as he loomed over me.

He grabbed my breast, pinching the n****e between his fingers, exciting me more as he worked his way to the zipper. With each inch the zipper moved, revealing the skin beneath, his eyes darkened. He licked his lips as the split opened up, exposing my lacy bra. Groaning, his brow furrowed when he reached the bottom, viewing all of me.

I smiled up at him, letting him get a good look before I sat up. He didn’t even seem to notice me working his belt open, but when his breathing sped up, I knew I had his full attention. I couldn’t help running my palm against the defined d**k straining his slacks as I opened his belt and popped open the button.

Yanking on one corner, the zipper slid down. I trailed my fingers along the elastic waistband of his briefs, earning a twitch from his c**k. He stared down at me, my flitting glance catching the look of absolute primal desire focused on me.

Nothing like a sexy guy staring at you like you’re the most desirable woman he’d ever seen.

I maneuvered the waistband over the bulge, teasing both of us as I exposed just the head and then each veiny, hard inch.

When was the last time I’d sucked a c**k? Who knew, but I couldn’t help salivating over the specimen in front of me. Above average length and girth with a slight, upward curve.

My p***y clenched in anticipation of what was going to happen, of the toe-curling pleasure I knew he could deliver.

I ran my tongue around the head, moving down the underside of his shaft, wetting it before I wrapped my lips around and made my way down. His groans were encouraging as I worked to get as much of him in my mouth as possible before I began to choke.

Baby steps.

One of my hands wrapped around the base, stroking it as I bobbed up and down.

Turned out giving head was like riding a bike—a little intimidating at first, but once you got going, muscle memory kicked in.

“Enough,” he said through heavy breaths.

I pulled back, twirling my tongue around the head as I pumped his shaft. “You don’t want to come?”

“Oh, I do,” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back onto the bed, “but I want to come inside you first, then I can splatter you with my paint.”

Fuck.

Charismatic, confident fucker with a panty wetting mouth. My hand slid down my abdomen, over my panties, and pressed against my clit as my legs fell open.

He slapped at my hand and I pulled it back, giving him a pout. All it did was make him smirk down at me.

“No touching yourself.” Reaching down, he tore the thin fabric from my body and tossed it on the floor. “I’m going to make you come.”

Fuck, yes, he was.

The bed dipped as he climbed on, settling between my thighs. He looked up, our eyes locking as his tongue flicked against my clit.

It felt like an electric charge pulsed through me, making my body jerk away from the intensity. His arms wrapped around my legs, holding me in place.

“Stay,” he flicked his tongue out again, running it up my slit, “put.”

I actually feared for my sanity, if I would have a mind when he was done. Driven crazy by the touch of a man.

A loud moan slipped from me as his mouth closed over my p***y, alternating between licking and sucking on my clit. The intense feeling made my p***y clench, dripping as it begged to be filled.

Yanking on my bra cups, I freed my breasts and my strained n*****s. Light pinches and fluttering touches increased the euphoria pumping through me. My hips rose, writhed against his face, riding him, taking my orgasm from him. One he denied me as he sat up and moved to loom over me, c**k in hand.

So f*****g close. I glared at him, but that sly smirk was back on as he moved up, the tip of his d**k trailing up, tapping against my skin until the hot head landed on my clit.

“Condom?” I asked just as his hand moved between us.

His eyes cleared for a brief second. “s**t. I don’t have any.”

My mind was all over the place, but important questions needed answered. “Clean?”

“Took a shower this morning,” he said as he moved again to position himself.

I smacked my hand against his chest, and he chuckled.

“Don’t laugh. This incredible feeling isn’t worth some STD.”

“Yes, I’m free of any and all diseases.”

I twisted and reached down to the floor and pulled up my purse. Good thing I’d remembered to grab a few condoms for just in case.

After tearing one off and handing it to him, I set the rest on the bedside table. I had a sneaking suspicion we weren’t going to be done after one round.

It was so hot watching him roll the condom on, inch by inch by so many inches until it couldn’t go any farther.

“f**k, you’re big.”

He smirked at me, rocking his hips against my slit, making me shudder as he lubed up. I craned my neck up and he dipped down, hungry mouths meeting again. I rested my hands on his waist, helping me to lift my hips in time with his thrust.

So turned on I ached and burned, and every stroke against my clit gave me goose bumps.

“Let’s see if it fits,” I whispered with a smirk.

No words, no witty retort, just a possessive touch and a large c**k forging a path into my underused p***y. The feeling was so intense my body shuddered and exploded. I shook beneath him, clamping down around him.

“Did you just come?” he asked, the surprise evident in his tone.

I whimpered and nodded as I convulsed in his arms.

“Damn, I’m good.”

“There’s that cockiness,” I said through harsh breaths.

“Nope, you’re just upping my already high confidence.” He pulled out and slammed back in, then fisted my hair, tilting my head back as his teeth scraped against my neck. “Let’s see if I can do it again.”

There was no room to argue, no dispute, just a long keening from me as he slammed his c**k into me. Fast, hard strokes to my still spasming p***y.

“Your p***y wants to come again. It’s squeezing me so tight,” he whispered against my ear.

“Fuck.”

He pulled out and slammed back in. “What is it you think I’m doing?”

“Harder.”

He smirked. “As you wish.”

I asked for hard and he gave it, along with fast and pounding. Obliterating my p***y, blissed out and shaking as I came again.

A few more insanity making strokes before he let out a low groan, his hips jerking as he erupted.

Our breaths mingled, another kiss, soft and sensual as his strength gave out.

“Don’t think I’m done,” he said against my neck.

“No?” I asked, still trying to catch my breath.

He made a humming sound. “No. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk out of this room.”

Fuck. Me.