1 Dicey Grenor (19 page)

Going through the
motions at work was nothing new. That’s how it was whenever I was bored. And I
was bored tonight.
Would be until Aaron picked me up.

My countenance
lifted as soon as I saw him. He smiled nice and big too. Oh, yeah. Tonight was
the fucking night…pun intended.

I didn’t want to
seem too easy or overly zealous about it though. He needed to work a little for
it. So I let him drive us to a restaurant while he had dessert and I watched his
lips wrap around the spoon over and over.
Slowly and
deliberately…and sexy as hell.

I wanted to mount
him while we were at the table.

But I kept my
cool.

When we got back
to my new room, Aaron asked why I’d moved. I told him I liked change. Then I
changed in to something more comfortable: my bra and panties.

Subtlety was not
my strong suit.

Walking up to him,
I nudged him back on the bed until he sat awkwardly, hesitantly. That was okay.
I could handle things. No problem being the aggressor. So I straddled him,
planted my hands in his dark curls, and stuck my tongue in his mouth. Probing,
sucking, moaning,
grinding
…I did it all while he held
on and let me have my way. I had enough passion for both of us.

When he finally
palmed the part of me that wanted him desperately, I nearly slipped my skin. If
I didn’t have him within the next minute I was going to scream.

Thumbing the side
of my panties, I ripped them off.
Didn’t need that barrier.

Boy was I ready,
beyond ready.

“I want you so
bad,” I said. And it surprisingly had nothing to do with blood.

Reaching down
between us to let him know exactly what I expected next, I palmed his genitalia
through his slacks and found him thick, long and…soft like Charmin. He, most
disappointingly, was
not
ready.

I froze, probing
his eyes for answers. He immediately looked away.

What the fuck? He
didn’t want me. This was so embarrassing.

Dismounting, I
smoothed my hair back from my face. I was flustered. I was humiliated. I was
confused.

I turned my back
to him. Couldn’t look at his lusciousness knowing how bad I wanted him and how
much it was unreciprocated.

“I should have
told you. I’m sorry, Willow.”

“Should have told
me what?”

“I’m impotent.
Always have been,” he said.

Swinging around on
him like the desperate woman I was, I said, “No, you are not. I have seen you
aroused. I’ve seen your erection…and it is spectacular.” I laughed at the
absurdity of this conversation. “If you don’t want me, that’s okay. No need to
make up shit.”

“I’m not making it
up. I really am impotent.” I looked at him like the freak he was. He stood and
walked towards me. “I’m not
Remi
. When are you going
to get that?” I looked hard at that gorgeous face with the mesmerizing eyes and
beautiful hair. I couldn’t believe this mess. “No, there’s nothing physiologically
wrong with me, but me—Aaron—I can’t get hard. I’m still a virgin no matter how
many times my body has physically done the act.”

I gritted my teeth
and stalked to the bathroom mumbling, “This is just too damn bizarre.”

I was sexually
frustrated, but I didn’t have to be. I knew how to get myself off. Fuck
Remi
…or Aaron, or whoever the hell was in my room.

“Don’t shut me
out,” he said. “I thought you enjoyed hanging out with me. Nothing has to
change. You can hang out with me and have sex with
Remi
.
Isn’t that the best of both worlds?”

“No. It’s creepy
as hell.” I slammed the bathroom door shut but not before I saw his eyes
watering.

Ah, hell. I’d hurt
his feelings.
Hadn’t meant to do that.
Plopping down
on the toilet lid, I covered my face with my hands. I hated being cruel to him.
He had been nothing but sweet to me. But I was a vampire and cruelness was in
my nature. Just because he didn’t know it, didn’t make me any less a
bloodsucker. I slowly rubbed my temples and wished taking several deep breaths
would help but knew it wouldn’t.

“I’ve never done
oral sex before, but I wouldn’t mind doing that to you if it’ll help,” he said
in a soft voice through the door.

Ha!
Tempting, but not good enough.
I wanted a big hard dick like
the one
Remi
had.

 
I slowly opened the door. “You should go,
Aaron.”

“That’s not fair,
Willow. Please don’t do this.”

“It’s not safe for
you here anyway.”

“What do you mean?”

“There are some
dangerous people after me and I don’t want you to get caught in the crossfire. It’s
not your battle.”

His eyes met mine.
“Why didn’t you tell me this sooner?”

Because
I wasn’t thinking clearly.
Because I was letting my fucking emotions get
the best of me. Because you look and taste so damn good. “I don’t know. Just…I
guess I just wanted to hang out with you anyway. But it’s not right.”

“You’re saying I’m
no longer worth the effort because I can’t have sex with you.” He looked hurt.

“No. I’m saying it’s
not worth it for
you
.”

He walked to me
and wrapped his arms around me. “You’re worth it to me.”

He just wasn’t
getting it.
“And what about Mason?
Is it right for him
to get caught up in my mess?” He stepped back abruptly, making me lose my
balance. I bumped in to the wall, but I didn’t care. It was best we got all
this out. “That’s right, I saw Mason today.
This morning.
He woke up before you did. That’s what hanging out with me is doing to you.”

He palmed his head
in his hands, backed up to the bed, and slid down to the floor. I sat next to
him.

Long moments
passed before he spoke. “I can’t make love to you, Willow. God, I’m sorry about
that, but you are the best friend I’ve got. I’m not willing to let that go. I
don’t care what the consequences are.”

I laughed. “You
don’t know all the consequences.”

“And I don’t care.”

Grabbing his camera
from a dresser drawer, I flipped to a picture of him lying next to a very
excited
Rafe
.

He hissed. “What
in the world—”

“That’s what else
hanging out with me is doing to you. I can manipulate your
brain,
make you forget you did stuff like this.”

He covered his
mouth like he was horrified and choking back vomit. Then he took a deep breath,
closed his eyes and said, “I still don’t care.” He opened his eyes, looking
straight ahead. “I trusted you enough to take the pictures in the first place
didn’t
I
?”

Well.

I hadn’t told him
everything, but I’d told him enough. And he still wanted to hang out, still
wanted to be friends. It was a bummer about the sex, but not a deal breaker.
Saturday night, I’d see
Remi
again. I knew his mind
would be in the game. Blood would fill his lower region faster than I could say
fuck me
.
Just had to wait until then.

Aaron and I got on
the bed for the second night in a row and talked until I fell asleep. I wasn’t
sure when he did, but I knew he would. He’d said being around me was causing
his insomnia to take a break. He was sleeping better than he ever had…since he’d
been abducted. Of course the downside was that his alternates were waking from
dormancy. But hey, you win some, you lose some.

When I woke up,
his breathing was deep and slow. He was still sleeping. I lay staring at him
awhile until I had to touch him.
Started by rubbing his
bottom lip slowly with my index finger.
Man, I wanted to seal the deal
with him. But that wasn’t going to happen.
Hmm.
Not
unless…

I felt his eyes on
me. He was staring blankly and then he was staring with purpose. His pulse and
breathing had quickened like he was aroused.

Aroused? That
couldn’t be…

He licked his
bottom lip from one corner to the other like he
was tasting
remnants of my finger. Yes, definitely aroused. Then as quickly as his blood
boiled with testosterone and high-octane lust, it dulled then simmered with
anger. I could feel all this from his aura.
His mind.
His body.
His energy was radiating with it. My blood was
still running within his veins and it was his normal personality…on steroids.
But it wasn’t Aaron.

“
Remi
?”
He wasn’t supposed to be around until
Saturday.

“Yeah.”
He sat up, hair naturally falling over his eyes. “That’s fucked up, Willow. You
tried to fuck him last night, didn’t you?”

Chapter 23

Busted.

What could I say?
Not a damn thing. Except:
Yeah, you’re right. It was a disaster.
Judging
by the way he had said “tried to fuck”
,
he already
knew Aaron was impotent.

No use arguing
over something that didn’t happen.

I grabbed a
handful of his hair and pulled him down on me, locking our lips the way he
liked it.
Locking my legs around the backs of his knees.
Pushing my hips upward so his groin had a nice, soft landing.

It was full-on
surrender. Hot as hell. Wet.
Delicious.

Remi
was here with heaps of lust spewing from every
molecule of his hot body.
Gave me an idea.

Sure, he was
pissed, but this would help him get over it. He was as necessary as darkness
for me at the moment.

Our clothes
started ripping away.
His, mine.
This would be brutal.
It would be fast. And it would be right on
time
.

He locked an arm
around my waist and held me tight. Though sinful, it felt heavenly when he
breached my threshold by ramming himself into me with one deep, smooth stroke.
Raising my hips to meet him, I gave him all the access he could possibly want.
Access we both wanted. I grabbed his butt and squeezed hard, throwing my head
back to yell in pleasure and completion.

Good thing I was a
girl who could take it rough though because
Remi
was
coming hard and he was coming strong and he was taking no fucking prisoners. He
was above me, resting on his hands, letting the bottom half of his body swing
freely, powerfully. As my bonded human, his strokes rivaled Max’s—which made me
lose my head and get completely out of the moment.
Bad time
to think about my
maistre
.

Remi
was staring down at me and must have sensed when
things had changed. “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head
and that was all the answer he cared about. He resumed his thrusts, slamming me
into the headboard repeatedly.

“Oh, fuck. Oh,
shit. Oh, fucking shit,” he said.

He must have been
close. And as wonderful as it all was, I couldn’t let him finish. Not yet.

His eyes were
already zoomed on mine so it was easy to lock him in and call Aaron. When I
first whispered Aaron’s name,
Remi
frowned like I’d
call him the wrong guy. Then he twitched, groaned and dropped his head. Energy
swirled around his body, humming, vibrating. When he lifted his head, he looked
confused, disoriented…scared. He looked down at me, at himself.

“Oh,
God.”
He looked at my lips, my breasts, my stomach like a man who was
starving then he hissed, “Am I in you?”

I smiled. “Yes,
Aaron.” Then swiveled my hips to let him know just how deep he was.

“
Ohhhh
.
My. God,” he said, positioning his hands on
the bed beside both sides of my face and dropping his head to my neck.

I was hoping to
continue the eye contact, but knew that sort of intimacy would be asking too
much from him right now.

“Can you do that
again?” he said.

I did.

We both moaned. I
swiveled again for good measure and to let him get used to the sensations.
Didn’t take him long.
Virgin or not, just as his body
instinctively knew to blink, it knew how to give him the most pleasure. He
started moving in that age-old primal motion until he found a rhythm that was
good for both of us. Slow, deep, passionate.

It was so good. I
told him so.

Pushing Max and
Remi
as far from my mind as possible, I gave myself over to
enjoying Aaron’s first time. I grabbed his butt and squeezed as he retreated
and buried himself in me again…and again.
 

“That’s it,” I
encouraged. His breathing became ragged. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever
heard and it tickled my ear, provided an added stimulus to my already
overcharged body. I was so close I dug in his back begging him to keep it right
there.

“Oh, God, Willow.
Oh, God that feels good.”

The vibrations of
his voice rattled me to the core, heightened my pleasure to near agony.

He kept his
strokes slow and deep, just like I knew he would. The only thing that became
urgent was his moans and “oh God’s”. His heavy breathing and erotic whispers
told me just how much he enjoyed my slippery walls. Turned me on just as much
as what he was doing down below. I was so caught in the moment I missed the
change in him. We were both right at the edge, straining for release…and then
something changed. He jerked up, looming over me with his thick eyebrows dipped
low and angry. He pulled out like he’d seen a herpes breakout and sat back on
his knees.

Uh
oh.

“What
the fuck is going on, Willow!”
Remi
was
pissed. How had he switched so suddenly? “I was there with you one minute and
the next I wasn’t. What the fuck did you do?”