Read Online Needed: A BBW Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance by Ever Coming, Michelle Fox - Free Book Online Page B

I knew he could keep up and getting it all off my chest felt like such a relief.
    “I have every faith that tomorrow will go well.” He was slow and calm as he spoke. Nothing at all like my response. Of course, he had three hundred plus years under his belt for my twenty three. Oh goodness gracious, why did I have to think about his belt? Naughty Angel. “If not, I’ll help you find someplace that will work for her.”
    “You don’t even know her.” I should be thanking him and instead my confusion popped out. I was the one who talked in circles, not him.
    “Does that make her needs less important?”
    “No.” It absolutely didn’t but he wasn’t getting my point. Probably because I wasn’t clear and calm, like he was. “But what if we wake up next week and hate each other?” He might be spouting sonnets, but it was true. He could easily get frustrated with my inexperienced ways. Not just in the naughty ways, either. I skipped college and this was my first time in a city. Hardly the ideal candidate for a sophisticated life partner. Or do vampires marry? Heck, why was I thinking the M word? My brain needed to stop.
    “It won’t happen.” He seemed so sure of himself and of us. What I would do for a fraction of his confidence. “But for a hypothetical scenario’s sake, does that make her needs less important?”
    “No. But it might make them less important to you.” The words tasted sour in my mouth and if his expression was any indication, he saw my discomfort, which was good because the last thing I wanted to do was to insult him.
    “They were important to me before I even met you. From the moment I read the article, I knew she needed a guardian vampire.”
    “Because that’s a thing.” It was funny how one little silly turn of a phrase had me back to feeling comfortable and like myself again.
    “No, but it sounds cool.” His hands were no longer sitting at his side as he kneeled. He took off my shoes one by one, rubbing my arches as he did so. They were more torture devices than shoes and I planned to graciously return them and never get a pair even close to them again.
    “It does.” I agreed as a moan of ecstasy escaped my lips as he massaged out the pain in my feet.
    “Now back to your other worries, let’s start with the blood.” I absentmindedly nodded before it clicked what he said. “It’s the easiest hurdle for you to overcome, I believe.” How it was easiest, I had no idea, but his hands were still working their magic on my feet so I couldn’t care less.
    “First, we need to decide on a place.” He stated matter-of-factly as if this was a normal every day conversation, which in fairness, to him it probably was.
    “Where do people usually… you know… for the first time?”
    “Let me bite, you mean?”
    I nodded and closed my eyes. Something about this part of conversation seemed more personal than the rest, which was weird since we'd already talked about my virginity and soon to be lack thereof.
    “Well, it depends. Many just offer their wrist.”
    “Do you like that?” I didn’t like the sound of it and not because of the blood. It sounded like a place where you keep people literally at arm’s length and I wanted him closer, not far away.
    “It can be a bit impersonal, so yes, on most occasions I find it works quite nicely.” Most occasions, I couldn’t tell if he meant me or not. The last thing I wanted to be was like the others.
    “And on this occasion?”
    “See, that depends.” His hands migrated from my feet to my cheek where they caressed a path, stopping at a place below my ear that had me turned on in a way it shouldn’t have for such a nonsexual spot and then they traveled to the spot just above my breasts. It didn’t go unnoticed that both spots were not covered by clothing. Was that his goal? Was he wanting people to see? Well, not people, because they wouldn’t see the mark after a short time, but vampires would. “For the first time, I was