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unload the groceries I’ve brought him. Groceries, sheesh. I sound like my mother. It’s a couple gallons of blood and a quart of gas for that generator of his. A new blanket, coupla car racing magazines, a case of Millers, and, of course, the doughnuts.
He takes the opportunity to grab my ass while he’s standing there and I pretend to be shocked. “Stop it, perve, you’ll make me drop the beer.”
“It’s been a week.” He says it like it’s just about getting laid, but now I understand some of the edgy way he’s acting.
“We’ve been swamped,” I say. “You know, that’s why I gave you the mobile. So you can call.”
He doesn’t answer. Adam threw a real fit when I gave him that phone. I only convinced him to keep it because he might need it ‘for police business’.
Now he grabs the doughnuts and goes over to the sofa and starts wolfing them down.
I’m a good-sized man, but he’s a monster. Over six feet four of fighting muscle. And sexy as What to Buy for the Vamp Who Has Everything
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hell with that thick brown hair on top and those slanty green eyes. His hands are big and scarred across the knuckles. They dwarf those fancy little doughnuts as he shoves them into his mouth. All sprinkles and frosting down his front and I could just eat him up, the big pig.
I come and sit down on the sofa and find excuses to rub up against him. “Gimmee one of those.” I make a grab for the doughnut he’s got in his hand there, and we have a bit of a wrestle until he’s laughing and spitting doughnut and then he’s kissing me tasting like sweet glaze and Adam.
This time it’s slow. He presses me down into the sofa and his mouth moves over me, his hands holding me still while I wriggle and twist around and try to get my dick rubbing up against him.
“You cold?” he whispers against my ear when he’s worked off most my clothes and he’s down to licking my belly.
I’m panting and groaning but I’m shivering too. “A little.”
And he’s up and fetching out the new blanket I’ve brought. It’s one of those Polartek things all covered with Santas and reindeer and he holds it up for a minute, laughing over at me and god, he’s so fucking gorgeous I could die. Then in a blink he’s back and those laughing eyes are an inch from mine. A hand is intimate with my balls and pushing my legs apart and he’s getting his dick up in there and lifting my hips, but he’s spread the blanket over me so I won’t be shivering, while he works me onto his cock, pulling at me to keep me hard while he does it.
My heels are up on his shoulders, my arms over my head hanging onto the sofa arm and he starts this slow rhythm, looking down at me, eyes darker, and suddenly, I see them.
Small white points at the corners of his upper lip.
I gasp and he growls and then he’s fucking me hard, the sofa’s rocking, I’m seeing lights and something wonderful starts up deep in my spine and just spreads through my body.
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I look up and he’s bent over me, growling, those teeth fully extended. He grabs my cock and I’m coming, but I can’t stop watching those teeth.
“Huh huh huh.” He’s almost there, I can tell by the vein sticking out on his forehead.
He leans against my shoulder. “Huh huh huh.” I can feel the chill wet of what I imagine is a fang against my neck.
“A. Dam. Please. Don’t.” I get the words out in little gasps.
“Huh huh. Don’t. What.”
“Don’t. Bite.”
He rears back. First, he has a look of absolute shock, then he winces and shivers, and then his body just takes care of it for him, and he’s coming inside the condom. Yeah, we still use condoms. Nobody’s been too clear about how this thing is transmitted and the new Adam, the one that gives a damn, wants to be safe.
Later, he’s cleaning up, and he says, too quietly, “I’d never do that.”
“I know.” But it’s useless and I’ve ruined the mood, such as it was. So I may as well bring out the files
He takes the opportunity to grab my ass while he’s standing there and I pretend to be shocked. “Stop it, perve, you’ll make me drop the beer.”
“It’s been a week.” He says it like it’s just about getting laid, but now I understand some of the edgy way he’s acting.
“We’ve been swamped,” I say. “You know, that’s why I gave you the mobile. So you can call.”
He doesn’t answer. Adam threw a real fit when I gave him that phone. I only convinced him to keep it because he might need it ‘for police business’.
Now he grabs the doughnuts and goes over to the sofa and starts wolfing them down.
I’m a good-sized man, but he’s a monster. Over six feet four of fighting muscle. And sexy as What to Buy for the Vamp Who Has Everything
5
hell with that thick brown hair on top and those slanty green eyes. His hands are big and scarred across the knuckles. They dwarf those fancy little doughnuts as he shoves them into his mouth. All sprinkles and frosting down his front and I could just eat him up, the big pig.
I come and sit down on the sofa and find excuses to rub up against him. “Gimmee one of those.” I make a grab for the doughnut he’s got in his hand there, and we have a bit of a wrestle until he’s laughing and spitting doughnut and then he’s kissing me tasting like sweet glaze and Adam.
This time it’s slow. He presses me down into the sofa and his mouth moves over me, his hands holding me still while I wriggle and twist around and try to get my dick rubbing up against him.
“You cold?” he whispers against my ear when he’s worked off most my clothes and he’s down to licking my belly.
I’m panting and groaning but I’m shivering too. “A little.”
And he’s up and fetching out the new blanket I’ve brought. It’s one of those Polartek things all covered with Santas and reindeer and he holds it up for a minute, laughing over at me and god, he’s so fucking gorgeous I could die. Then in a blink he’s back and those laughing eyes are an inch from mine. A hand is intimate with my balls and pushing my legs apart and he’s getting his dick up in there and lifting my hips, but he’s spread the blanket over me so I won’t be shivering, while he works me onto his cock, pulling at me to keep me hard while he does it.
My heels are up on his shoulders, my arms over my head hanging onto the sofa arm and he starts this slow rhythm, looking down at me, eyes darker, and suddenly, I see them.
Small white points at the corners of his upper lip.
I gasp and he growls and then he’s fucking me hard, the sofa’s rocking, I’m seeing lights and something wonderful starts up deep in my spine and just spreads through my body.
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I look up and he’s bent over me, growling, those teeth fully extended. He grabs my cock and I’m coming, but I can’t stop watching those teeth.
“Huh huh huh.” He’s almost there, I can tell by the vein sticking out on his forehead.
He leans against my shoulder. “Huh huh huh.” I can feel the chill wet of what I imagine is a fang against my neck.
“A. Dam. Please. Don’t.” I get the words out in little gasps.
“Huh huh. Don’t. What.”
“Don’t. Bite.”
He rears back. First, he has a look of absolute shock, then he winces and shivers, and then his body just takes care of it for him, and he’s coming inside the condom. Yeah, we still use condoms. Nobody’s been too clear about how this thing is transmitted and the new Adam, the one that gives a damn, wants to be safe.
Later, he’s cleaning up, and he says, too quietly, “I’d never do that.”
“I know.” But it’s useless and I’ve ruined the mood, such as it was. So I may as well bring out the files
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