by Ivy Banks
“Well, I’d better get going so I don’t get caught in the rain,” Violet said, though she secretly wished he’d ask her to stay for a glass of sweet tea. She wanted to know more about this new cowboy in town.
A thick drop of rain landed on her check and slowly rolled down the contour of her face. Brooks moved closer to her and pushed a loose strand of her blonde hair behind her ear before brushing his thumb against her jawline, removing the raindrop.
“Only one raindrop and it found you,” he smirked.
His touch activated every nerve in her body as she held in her breath, trying to suppress a sigh. She clenched the muscles between her thighs, feeling lust moistening the walls of her core, trying to escape.
How can one touch make me feel like this?
Brooks smiled and his eyes twinkled with mischief. He apparently could see the hypnotic effect he had on her.
“It looks like it’s going to be a bad storm. Probably best not to drive on these roads once the rain comes down. Why don’t you come inside and stay dry?”
Too late, Violet thought, as the heat continued to grow between her legs. What is happening to me? How can I be this turned on?
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you,” said Violet, gladly accepting his invitation.
Before Brooks could respond, the sky opened up and a sheet of cold summer rain poured down from the dark clouds above.
Brooks grabbed Violet’s hand. “Run!” he yelled with a laugh as he dragged her towards the house.
A smile spread across Violet’s lips as she eagerly followed Brooks to the safety of the covered wraparound porch that soon shielded them from the rain.
Standing on the porch, Violet watched as the downpour danced across the sky. The fervent sheets of rain came in varying waves of intensity, creating a beautiful melody as the sounds of the droplets bounced off the wood of the railing and the metal of their cars. Puddles were already forming in the driveway.
“Come on, let’s go in and dry off,” Brooks encouraged. Both of them had gotten a good dousing in the short run to cover.
“Afraid of a little cold water?” teased Violet, shooting him a devilish look.
A wicked grin appeared on his face and lit up his green eyes. “Darlin’, I’m not afraid of anything,” he answered with confidence.
“Prove it!” Violet ran from the porch into the downpour and turned around quickly to see if Brooks had followed.
Where did he go?
Violet scanned the porch, anxiously looking for the man who she’d just met. Confused as to where he’d gone, she stood in the middle of his driveway, dumfounded, as the rain drenched her tiny green sundress.
Strong arms wrapped around her waist, startling her. Before she could scream, Brooks whipped Violet around to face him and pressed his lips to hers passionately. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around his neck and welcomed his soft lips, opening her mouth slightly.
Pulling away, she asked, “How did you move so fast?”
“I’ve got a lot of tricks,” he answered. “Follow me.”
He grabbed her hand and led her through the yard and back around the house. The rain wasn’t letting up, but the feeling of being wet from head to toe excited Violet as she anticipated where he was taking her.
As they rounded the corner of the house, a beautiful, crystal-clear lake came into view.
“Ready?” he asked, as if she was about to go on the adventure of a lifetime.
He didn’t need to ask twice. Violet peeled off the sundress that clung to her body. She slipped off her sandals, and then her panties and ran down to the lake. Before her toes touched the water, she looked up to see Brooks in front of her completely naked. He lifted her petite frame into the air and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He held her up with his strong, workman’s hands cupping her bare ass.
I just met him! What am I doing? I can’t believe I am doing this!
Those questioning thoughts didn’t last long because she suddenly felt his length grow. His erection brushed against the valley of her ass as he slowly walked down into the lake. The water was cold as it splashed the underside of her buttocks, making her nipples hard. Goosebumps jumped up every inch of her body. Adding to the chill was the unusually cold temperature of Brooks’ body.
Brooks stopped when they were submerged in the cool lake up to her mid-back. Without a word, he once again kissed her passionately. The water felt magnificent as it swirled around their naked bodies with every movement.
His tongue parted her lips before he gently bit her bottom lip, sending another round of shivers coursing through her. One of his hands trailed from her perky bottom up her side and grazed her ample breast. He took a nipple between his fingers, gently massaging it. The rough yet gentle touch prompted her insides to come alive. She loosened her arms enough to drape herself back, maneuvering her body so that his cock rested between her eager lower lips. She grinded against him, moving up and down in subtle movements that made him moan out loud in pleasure. The uninhibited groan sounded wild and primal mixed with the howling wind and pouring rain crashing on the water.
Her hand moved down to his manhood and glided several strokes over his length before swirling her fingers around the tip. She guided him into her sex.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he pulled her closer and buried his head in her neck.
They moved together in perfect unison, the buoyant property of the water making their movements feel weightless, as if Violet was floating onto his cock. The repeated motion felt like they were dancing in a dream.
His tender lips began to gently suck on her neck and trailed down to her shoulder. Each movement of his mouth made her want him more. With his hands firmly grabbing her bottom, he moved her hips, guiding her into him as her honeypot glided up and down his cock.
A streak of lightning flashed across the sky. It was close. Barely a second passed before a loud boom of thunder permeated through the air.
Frightened, Violet looked at Brooks and quickly pulled away from him so they could get out of the water to safety. Her fright turned to terror when her eyes focused on Brooks and saw his mouth open to reveal a pair of sharp canines protruding from his mouth.
Chapter 2
Her loud scream fell on deaf ears; nobody was around to hear her other than Mother Nature, who was too busy making a raucous racket of her own to care. Violet tried to wade through the deep water, but Brooks grabbed her into his arms before she could reach the water’s edge. He hoisted her up and carried her bridal-style as he ran up to the back door of his massive house.
As soon as they were inside, he put her down and Violet froze. She stood rooted to the floor in shock, unable to move. Brooks disappeared from her view before quickly returning with a towel and soft blanket. He dried her with the towel, but she didn’t react, too scared to make a move. He wrapped her in the blanket to keep her warm and guided her towards the plush navy-blue couch in the living room. She sat.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he whispered.
She couldn’t form words and stared at him blankly.
“I promise. You have nothing to worry about.”
“Wh… what are you?”
“What do you think I am?” he asked.
His question made her pause. Did she really just see him transform into a vampire? Even the thought of that made her feel ridiculous. She couldn’t utter those words out loud. He would think she was crazy. Of course he didn’t just grow fangs.
“I…I don’t know. When the lightning flashed, you just looked different. I guess it really scared me.”
“I can control it. I’m not going to drink your blood,” he said. “That is, unless you want me to,” he said with a playfully impish grin.
Her mind wasn’t playing tricks on her. “You mean, you’re a—”
“Vampire? Yes.”
Again, she was at a loss for words. The notion made her feel like she was caught in a dream. She dug her nails deeply into her thigh, trying to see if she woul
d wake up. Nothing. Just the idiotic pain that could be expected. But as she stared at him, running the towel over his shaggy hair, she realized that the thought of being ravaged by a vampire turned her on, and she didn’t know why. She should be running for her life, but instead, she clasped her top lip between her teeth and decided to finish what she started.
Releasing her hold on the plush blanket, it fell away from her body and pooled at her hips on the couch.
His eyes scanned her naked body, slowly scanning all the way down to her navel and back up to her lavender eyes.
“Are you sure?” Brooks asked.
Violet nodded. Brooks threw the blanket to the floor and moved closer to her, pushing her back on the overstuffed couch. His fingertips traced her sex and Violet leaned her head back on the arm of the couch, letting her mouth open to take slow, heavy breaths.
Brooks leaned down and kissed her inner thigh before opening his mouth widely and piercing her flesh with his fangs. Her leg jerked up, but he settled it back down with his unyielding hand. Slowly he sipped on the trickle of blood that poured from her thigh as he inserted a finger into her, moving it in and out, pressing it against her g-spot as he skillfully awakened the wild sexuality that originated deep within her soul.
He moved on top of her, holding himself up with his forearms. Still aroused from their encounter in the lake, Brooks easily glided his length into her, once again filling her core.
With each thrust, Violet let out breathy mewls while his pelvic bone stimulated her raised bud. Rocking rhythmically, the tension built up until she couldn’t hold back. She tensed her legs and her opening clenched around his rock hard cock. He let out a loud groan of release to match hers and she felt his seed spill inside her.
Her arms still wrapped under his, gripping his shoulders like her life depended on it, she gazed at him with an open mouth. Their mutual panting came out heavy and hot, sharing one another’s breath. After a few minutes, a smile crept onto his face. Violet’s post-coital daze subsided and her face broke into a matching giggle.
“Well, that was unexpected,” said Brooks, with his adorably cute cowboy charm.
“Ya… umm… I don’t typically—”
Brooks interrupted her. “There’s nothing wrong with having a little fun, darlin’.”
“I promise I won’t tell anybody you’re a vampire.”
“I know you won’t,” said Brooks matter-of-factly.
Violet’s eyes darkened. “I feel like you’re threatening me,” she said, suddenly fearful.
He grinned. “No. I’m not threatening you.” He pushed a stray strand of hair off her face. “I’m just going to make you forget.”
Chapter 3
It had been two weeks since the beautiful blonde with violet eyes had paid him a visit. Since that time, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Her pouty lips, firm bottom, and buxom breasts kept him awake at nights, making him take countless cold showers.
Her body wasn’t the only thing he thought about. Something about Violet made him want to get close to her, to protect her. Every few centuries, he came across a woman who made him feel this way. He had even turned one of them into a vampire, but she turned out to be unfaithful, and since that time, Brooks had sworn off relationships.
For more than two-hundred years, he went from woman to woman, rarely having sex with the same woman twice. Getting tired of the one-night-stands, he retreated to Nebraska to claim land he had purchased in the late 1800s. He figured with such a small population, he wouldn’t be tempted.
But then Violet appeared the very week he moved into his house. He had instinctually craved her body and her curves, and the second she threw that sassy playful charm his way, he knew he was done for. Just thinking about her made him want to once again taste her sweet blood and feel her sex wrapped around his hard cock.
No. I can’t. I am going to make a good life here for the foreseeable future. I need to avoid those types of temptations for a good long while.
As the days passed, that seemed impossible. He had made her forget that he was a vampire, but not the sensual experience they had shared. He wondered if she was angry or disappointed that he hadn’t called. Likely, she was waiting for him to make the next move.
He wouldn’t.
Instead, he went to the bar for a whisky.
Violet waited for weeks for Brooks to contact her, but he didn’t. Thoughts of the ecstasy-filled day flashed through her mind, but something seemed strange. She enjoyed herself, but something was mysterious about Brooks that she couldn’t place, as if part of her memories were missing.
Her thoughts were brought back to the present moment when her favorite song came on over the speakers. The small bar was alive with locals who were letting loose on a Friday night after working hard all week.
“Come on, Violet. We have to dance,” said her best friend, Melissa, in a singsong voice.
Violet rose to her feet shaking her booty on the way to the dance floor. She immediately fell in sync with the orchestrated steps of the line dance. With a clap and a twirl, she bumped into the person next to her.
“You turned the wrong way! You were supposed to turn to the—” She started to kindly reprimand the man, but stopped when she realized who it was.
Brooks.
“Violet, I’m so glad to bump into you.”
“Quite literally!” she exclaimed.
Was that witty? Oh god, no. That was just stupid. Why did I say that?
Luckily, he chuckled at Violet’s failed attempt at a joke. “Can I talk to you for a minute? In private?”
Violet wanted to say yes, but then questions as to why hadn’t he contacted her replayed through her mind. She was about to refuse, when she looked over at Melissa who was standing with her mouth agape. Melissa was obviously as taken with the guy’s good looks as she was when she first went to his house.
Melissa mouthed, “Go with him. He’s so hot!”
Turning back to Brooks, Violet relented. She followed him off the dance floor and passed the wraparound bar until they reached the front door. The cool summer night breeze was a welcome reprieve from the smoke-filled establishment.
“So…” said Violet, waiting to hear what he had to say.
“I’m sorry I haven’t tried to contact you. I’ve just been busy with getting the ranch up and running.”
“Oh, it’s no big deal,” she said, trying to play if off like she wasn’t bothered by his rejection.
“It’s just that I moved here only recently and I really just want to get settled in...” He trailed off and tried to look at her, but quickly averted his eyes. “And ya know, I’m just not looking for a relationship right now.”
Trying to play it cool once again, Violet said in a harsher tone than she expected, “It’s not like I asked for a relationship. We just had a little fun, right? Nothing wrong that.”
Brooks flinched as Violet used his own words against him.
“Listen, Brooks, let’s just forget about it, okay? I’m going to go back inside and we can both go on pretending nothing happened.”
“Ya, all right. I think that would be best.”
His words hurt, but she wasn’t going to let him know the effect he had on her. She turned on her heel and headed back indoors.
Earlier in the evening, she noticed two good looking guys who she didn’t recognize sitting at the bar. She would just go flirt with them to make herself feel better.
Chapter 4
Brooks’ stomach tightened as he watched Violet walk through the doors. He’d hurt her feelings and he didn’t intend to do that. He’d brought her outside to ask her if he could see her again, but he chickened out.
She was too sweet and he knew it wouldn’t end well. Violet was the type of girl he wanted for a relationship, not a one-night-stand. But his relationships never worked out. It would have been better if he just left her alone.
He walked back into the bar and noticed Violet talking to two men at the bar.
Serves me r
ight, he thought to himself.
Not wanting to return to the dance floor, he left the bar and sat in his truck contemplating how to make things right with Violet.
He stayed in his truck for hours, running every scenario through his head. He could continue a relationship with her until she tired of him, or…he could turn her into a vampire.
Maybe I will just make her forget me altogether.
It was closing time and Brooks watched as the drunk patrons poured out from the bar. Melissa walked out the front door and Brooks anticipated seeing Violet right behind her, but she never walked out. As the last people trickled out of the bar, Brooks felt a sense of worry growing within him.
Who were those guys she was talking to?
The realization hit him. Pasty skin. A strange glow to their eyes. The unusually fluid motions when they moved.
Vampires. Why didn’t I notice? My thoughts were transfixed on Violet.
Within seconds, he opened the door to his truck and ran around to the back of the bar.
Oh my god. I’m too late.
Violet was lying on the ground while the two vampires fed from the veins in her wrists.
“Get away from her! Now!”
One vampire dropped the limp hand he held to his mouth and looked up at the intrusion.
“Get out of here if you know what’s good for you,” one of the vampires feeding from Violet commanded with narrowed eyes.
The second vampire lifted his head and stared at Brooks, sensing something about his presence. His eyes began to widen as he studied Brooks.
He recognizes me.
The terrified vampire motioned to his friend to move away from the girl. “Dude, you need to stop. It’s one of them. It’s a child of Atticus.”
The two vampires stood, taking a few steps back and looked at Brooks with disbelief.
In a shaky voice, one asked, “What are you doing in Nebraska?”
In a brooding tone, Brooks replied, “You do realize who is in charge here? I’ll ask the questions. Are you the two responsible for the string of murders around here?”