by Taft, J L
He hung up and caught her gaze. She started to shiver in her wet clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw her nipples harden under her wet shirt. He sucked in a breath and let it out with a whoosh.
She was more than he could resist and right now all he wanted was her. Tomorrow was no longer certain and he wanted to spend the rest of the night getting lost in her sweet body.
By the time he reached for her she was trembling, from need or from the cold he wasn’t sure but he was going to fix both. She was small but sturdy and he lifted her easily to wrap her legs around his waist.
He headed for her bedroom, carrying her as she set her warm mouth on his neck. She nibbled and sucked on him as he hurried his steps.
When he got near her bed he helped her tug her wet shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor with a plop. He hooked one arm under her ass to hold her up and the other hand went up to unhook her bra.
When her breasts were free she pushed them against his chest and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
“You have too many clothes on, Trent,” she whispered against his ear. He totally agreed with her.
Dropping her to the bed, he heard her giggle and it warmed him as he dragged his shirt over his head. He unlaced his boots quickly and kicked them off.
“Lose the rest of your clothes, woman,” he told her, his voice coming out gruffer than he intended.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he dropped his damp pants and kicked them away. She was shimmying out of her wet jeans that clung to her like a second skin.
He leaned in to help her by grabbing the bottoms of the legs and giving them a good jerk. The jeans let loose and he took a stumbling step back.
Then they were both naked and nothing else seemed to matter but that. Her brown eyes went round as his cock jumped, responding to her long inches of naked skin.
Trent knelt between her legs. Even though they had been together before he still noticed little things about her he had missed. Like the freckles on her knees and the little white slash of a scar on her left hip.
He trailed his fingers down her, starting at her knees and going down to her calves. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed. His fingers went from her ankles to her thighs this time and she moaned.
It was strange but he knew exactly what she needed. As if they were connected in a way he couldn’t see.
He paused and she lifted her head to stare at him. Looking into the depths of her clear, brown eyes, he knew she felt it too.
She moved her elbows out from under her and she tumbled the rest of the way to the bed. Her beautiful hair spread out around her head and he blinked in surprise.
The bedside lamp shone on her in a way that made him think of an angel with a halo. She was the very essence of what was good in the world and he wanted her all to himself.
Fiona lifted her arms to him and he smiled at her before lowering his body. He was careful not to put too much of his weight on her but she objected by wrapping her legs around his waist and tightening.
She felt like warm silk under him and he couldn’t wait to sink into her. He stared down into her face and she stared back, something elemental passing between them.
Her hands came up to his face and she grazed her fingers over the puckered skin of his scars. He didn’t want to remember they were there, that he was no longer the man he had been before that fateful day.
He tried to look away from her intent gaze but she wouldn’t let him.
“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered up to him. Gently she pulled his face closer and kissed the damaged skin. She went slowly and he didn’t have a lot of feeling in that part of his face but he could sense her fingers and her breath blowing across his ear.
Pulling back, she licked her lips and broke the moment when he had to look down at her pink tongue slipping out. His own tongue followed hers back into her mouth and he tasted her slowly.
His cock twitched and grew bigger. It felt like granite and he clutched his control with an iron fist, refusing to let go.
He left her mouth when she was moaning out her frustration. He knew she didn’t want to wait any more than he did but nights like this didn’t come often and he wasn’t going to waste it.
Trent moved to the hollow of her neck and left a wet trail down her shoulder. She smelled so good he wanted to suck it in and never forget the scent. He filled his hands with her firm breasts, and her hard nipples brushed his palms.
His hands slid to the sides so his mouth could replace his palms. He sucked and pulled on her nipples, feeling her writhe under him. Bracing his weight on his arms so he could slide down, he traced his mouth over her silky skin.
He tasted every inch of her—the undersides of her breasts, the valley between them and finally her smooth stomach. She quivered as he got lower and he could feel it under his fingertips.
Dipping into her pierced navel, he heard her groan as he tugged lightly on the little bar there. He was beginning to smell her arousal now and it made his mouth water.
He scooted lower as her hands searched for him blindly, finally coming to a stop in his hair. Leaning back on his knees, he spread her legs.
She watched him as he did it and didn’t resist. He started at her knee and left a path of kisses up the inside of her thigh.
Her breathless moans reached his ears as he got closer to her pussy and he smiled. She was wet and ready for him. But first he wanted to taste her, to feel her come apart under his tongue.
With the first long lick up her slit, her hips came off the bed and she groaned loud and long. She tasted so good he sucked and nibbled on her like a starving man.
She began to grind her hips into his face and he pressed harder, knowing she was close. He knew he could slip a finger in and ease her need but the only thing going in there tonight was his cock.
Sucking her clit into his mouth, he fluttered his tongue over it.
“Oh, Trent!” she moaned out right before she came. He could feel the waves of ecstasy under his mouth and he could taste her release.
When it slowed he let go with his mouth and kissed his way back up her body. Her skin was hot to the touch and her pulse was still fluttering. Her arms came up around him as he got closer to her lips.
He filled his hands with her full breasts and pressed them close together so he could suck both of her nipples into his mouth. She moaned under him and he sucked harder. How he loved her tits.
Fiona tangled both of her hands in his hair, tugging him nearer. He nibbled and then bit down a little more. Her fingers tightened and she pulled his hair as she clenched her hands into fists.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He released her breasts and fumbled in his jeans for a condom. He tore it open and slid it down over his hard cock in seconds. He swore his dick had never been this hard.
Trent’s gaze never left her naked body sprawled below him. He came down hard on top of her and before she even had a chance to suck in a breath he plunged inside her.
She was hot, wet and tighter than he remembered. He groaned in her ear as he felt her inner muscles stretch and quiver around him. He held as still as he could while he waited for her to get used to his size. He didn’t want to hurt her.
She hooked her legs over his hips when she was ready and then nothing could stop him. He realized he was acting like a man possessed as he drove into her over and over but he didn’t care, she was with him for every thrust.
Fiona screamed in pleasure under his hard body and it was all he could hear or think about. She was coming all over his cock and it pushed him to thrust harder, his hips pistoning as her cream coated him.
She got incredibly tighter around him and he put more effort into pulling out, her pussy gripping him and trying to hold on to his cock.
He growled and grunted as he fucked her and she answered him with her own moans. He could feel his balls tighten and he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer but he wasn’t going alone.
He reached between them and pinched
her clit as he worked his hips. Her walls fluttered and he couldn’t hold on any longer. He came on a long, loud groan that arose from somewhere deep inside him. The jets of his come shot out as if they were being tugged from his toes, jerking in time with Fiona’s pulsations on his cock.
He didn’t know how long he held still there, buried in her pussy to the hilt. But when he finally collapsed on top of her he was trembling.
Fiona held Trent close to her as they both tried to catch their breath. He had been amazing. He knew exactly where to touch her and when, almost as though he were reading her mind or he had a map of her body.
After a few minutes Trent rolled off her and went to the bathroom. She was going to have to be careful. She already felt more for this man than was wise.
Her eyes were closed when he came back but she heard him walk across the room. He slid into bed next to her and she couldn’t help but smile as his arms wrapped around her to hold her tight.
The next morning Fiona woke early and crawled quietly out of bed. She left Trent sleeping and, throwing on a silky robe, she went downstairs to make coffee.
She needed a few minutes alone to figure out what the hell had happened last night. Filling a mug, she sat at the breakfast nook.
She knew there was no doubt she had her first encounter with a vampire. Then there was the question of how Trent had found her. He said it had been a hunch but she knew a line of bullshit when she heard it. He was hiding something from her.
She heard him stride down the stairs and she got up to pour him a cup of coffee. She set it on the table and he came up behind her to wrap his arms around her waist.
“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered close to her ear and then kissed her neck. She leaned into him for only a second before she pulled away.
She sat on one side of the breakfast nook and gestured for him to sit on the other.
He sat with a sigh. “All right, Fiona, go ahead and ask your questions.”
She stared at him in surprise. He either could read her very well or something else was going on here.
“How did you know where I was last night?” she shot at him.
“My grandmother is a witch,” he told her.
Of all the things he could say that was not what she expected.
“You have a witch in the family? Wait, did she tell you where I was?”
Trent ran his hands down over his face. “Not exactly. Let me start at the beginning.”
She nodded and waited for him to explain.
“After we met last weekend I went to see my granny. She is a natural witch and has a special talent for being telekinetic.”
Fiona started to say something but he held up his hand to stop her. “Let me try and get this out, okay?” he asked gently. Fiona suddenly realized he was struggling with all of this as much if not more than her. She nodded and he went on.
“I want you to know that I didn’t know any of this when we met. My grandmother is Eve.”
Fiona sat in shock as that processed. “So that means our grandmothers were best friends?”
“Yes. There’s more too.” He reached for her hand and laced their fingers over the table. “Granny says that I’m clairvoyant. That’s how I knew where you were last night. The image was so clear at one point but it faded quickly. I knew you were in danger, I could see that spook stalking you.”
A shiver went down Fiona’s back. He was right, the vamp had been stalking her and she knew what would have happened if Trent hadn’t come looking for her. She would be dead.
She squeezed his fingers. “Thank you, Trent.”
He smiled and raised their linked hands to his mouth. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
Fiona smiled at him and he squeezed her fingers in return. At least she wasn’t alone in this. It was all a bit strange.
“I want to take you to see my granny this morning. She’s expecting us.”
She had just been about to ask to meet his grandmother. She had never gotten the chance when her Grandma Eleanor had been alive. Grandma was always too busy. Eve might be able to shed some light on what the dreams she was having meant.
“Okay, let me get dressed and we can go.” She started to rise and he tugged on her hand to pull her into his lap.
“Don’t worry, babe, I’ve got your back,” he said before he gave her a quick kiss and then released her.
Fiona headed for the shower with a smile on her face. For once she believed someone really did have her back.
Trent insisted on taking his motorcycle to his granny’s. Fiona had never been on the back of a bike and was a little nervous at first. He buckled the strap of her helmet for her before he climbed on the big beast.
It was loud and when it rumbled she could feel it in her chest and toes. He held out his hand to help her climb on and she clung to Trent in a death grip. He chuckled but didn’t complain and soon they were shooting away from the curb in a roar of thunder.
As they left town and the houses became fewer and the trees took over, Fiona’s grip loosened. She had never experienced the exciting feeling of being so free at the same time that she was speeding down the road.
The wind whipped her hair behind her and she knew it was going to be a tangled mess by the time they got there but she couldn’t muster up much energy to care. It felt too good.
The pavement turned to dirt and Trent slowed his breakneck pace. The road curved and wound back and forth through the hills. She tried to stay behind him but it felt unnatural to lean toward the ground.
One of his hands came back to rub her leg and she relaxed and let all her control go. He would never do anything to hurt her. It took a lot more trust to ride behind someone than she had ever imagined.
By the time they got there she was feeling a little wrung out. But as they pulled down the long dirt driveway a strange feeling came over her. She suddenly knew whatever happened today would change her life forever.
It all seemed familiar to her, not enough she would know her way around but there was a lingering impression she had seen this house before.
Trent stopped the bike in front of the rustic little cabin. There were flowers blooming everywhere and an old woman stood on the front porch, waiting for them.
He climbed off first and then helped her remove her helmet and held her hand while she swung her leg over. He smiled at her reassuringly as he tugged her to the porch.
Trent’s granny was a small, sturdy-looking woman. Her gray hair was in a tight knot at the back of her head and her clear green eyes, so much like Trent’s, were direct and piercing.
“Granny,” Trent said as he kissed her cheek. “This is Fiona.”
“How do you do?” Fiona asked as she stuck her hand out to shake Eve’s.
Eve took it and used it to pull Fiona into her arms. She hugged her tight for a brief second before she pulled back to look in her eyes.
“Of course this is Fiona, who else would it be?” She laid her hands on Fiona’s cheeks.
Fiona could see the tears welling in her eyes.
“You look just like Eleanor. Beautiful and strong.” She sniffed and gazed at her for a few more seconds. “Well, enough of that!” she said as she pulled it together and ushered them inside.
She followed Trent to a kitchen table that looked as though it had been through a war. He dropped into a chair and stretched his legs out. This was obviously home to him.
Eve came back with three glasses of lemonade and sat across from them.
Trent grabbed her hand under the table and laced their fingers. Fiona was a little nervous at his display in front of his granny but he wouldn’t let her pull away.
Eve folded her hands on the table in front of her and stared at Fiona intently.
“The dreams have started, haven’t they?” she asked bluntly.
Fiona was no longer surprised. Apparently Eve could read her as well as her grandson could.
“Yes, they have. Do you know what they mean?” Fiona asked.
“Yes.” She stopped and
Fiona feared she wasn’t going to go on.
“Granny, please explain,” Trent demanded.
“Don’t use that tone with me, Trent,” Eve barked at him. She nodded to their joined hands. “Apparently you haven’t taken heed of my warning.”
Fiona looked back and forth between the two as they stared at each other. “What warning?” Fiona asked.
“You didn’t tell her?” Eve asked Trent. He shook his head and Eve sighed. “I hope you realize it’s already too late to go back?”
Trent looked at Fiona and she felt a zing go through her.
“Yeah, I know, Granny.”
“Will someone please explain to me what is going on?” Fiona insisted.
“When did the dreams start?” Eve asked.
“About a week ago.”
“How much do you know about vampire hunters?”
“Just the usual stuff from books and TV. Plus Grandma’s journals.”
“Well. It’s best to start at the beginning then.”
Eve took a sip of her lemonade and then began her retelling of the story. Fiona knew from the way she drew her small frame up with importance that it was going to be a long one. She glanced at Trent and he rolled his eyes but didn’t interrupt.
“There are hunters all over the world. Each of them is assigned to a specific area. Most hunters are hereditary but some are not. What you believe are nightmares are really warnings, and until you can focus on the advantage they give you, you will have no idea whether they are past, future or present. But we can deal with that a little later.
“Now, I’m sure you’re aware that your grandfather died at a young age?” Fiona nodded and Eve continued. Fiona was at a loss for words. The pain she had experienced at Grandma’s passing was clearly echoed in this woman’s eyes and she felt a connection to it.
“Eleanor lost the love of her life to a vampire and she hunted all of them with dogged determination after that. Sometimes with more risk than was necessary but she always managed to make it through. I patched her up more times than I can remember, right here at this very table.”