by Myln Hurn
Hunter sighed deeply. It would be a toss-up as to which uncle name he preferred. But obviously, she had been practicing. “Good job, Blue. You are sounding like a young lady.”
“Fauster. We’re hungry and we’ve decided that you are buying us all lunch. Hunter and Tatiana will fetch it while we watch Blue.”
Fauster immediately leaned his head into his hands and started moaning. “Not Blue! Oh please, please, don’t say I have to watch Blue.”
Hunter took an angry step forward. He was going to teach this old vampire that you didn’t trample with a child’s emotions. But Blue was already standing beside Fauster. She reached up and patted Fauster’s knee.
“It’s okay. We do spells, not Barnie.”
Fauster reached down and snatched the little girl off her feet. He tossed her onto the sofa beside him and began tickling her. Her laughter and giggles filled the room.
“What are we eating? Toad stools and puppy dog tails?” Hunter asked.
Lamenta shook her head as she came around the end of the sofa. “Here is the list, Hunter, and the phone number is at the bottom. Tatiana is waiting down by your car. Uhm…be kind.”
It wasn’t until he was walking toward his rental that he wondered about Lamenta’s odd parting words.
Be kind.
Now what in the world could she have meant? Then he saw that Tatiana was already seated in the front passenger seat. Climbing in beside her, he started the car before he turned to look at her. Immediately something seemed wrong.
“Are you all right?” he asked softly. Then he noticed that she was wearing some kind of slouch hat, pulled down as low as possible on her head.
“I’m fine. If you’ll give me the list, I’ll call the order in. You can circle the block while I run in.”
Hunter passed the slip of paper and when Tatiana looked down he moved quickly. He knocked her hat off and into the back seat. His eyes just about popped right out of his head.
“Damn it all! Why did you do that?” Tatiana scooted around until she could reach the hat, dragging it back down over her hair.
Hunter tried hard not to laugh. “What happened at Lamenta’s after I left?” It was impossible not to stare at Tatiana’s hair. It was much longer, down to the middle of her back and it was the colors of the rainbow, each fading perfectly into the next. He reached out and lightly touched the silky soft hair.
“It will be back to normal by tomorrow. I’ll just have to get it cut again.”
“Ahh, okay. Was it long like this recently?”
“Four weeks ago and it was the color of a red and black checkerboard.”
Hunter nodded, rubbing his chin. “Ahh, I see. So…this affliction recurs every few weeks.”
“No. Only when I lose a bet with Lamenta. Now, start driving and I’ll call the order in. Promise you won’t say one more word about it.”
“All right but I’m looking forward to taking that beautiful long hair in bed tonight and wrapping it around…”
“Hunter! Just drive!”
Chapter 10
Hunter stretched out on the bed, his hands folded to pillow his head. Tatiana was putting Blue to sleep, and then she was coming in there to join him. Suddenly he inhaled deeply and smiled. He was filled with an almost indescribable joy. It was crazy but he felt like running down the street, hopping up on a lamppost and crying out that he was in love!
Damn!
Where the hell had that idea come from? Love! Who was thinking about love? This was sex. So far, two days of good—no, this was better than good. It was great—yeah! With Tatiana it was downright mind-blowing, gut wrenching and simply the best fucking he’d ever done. Almost as soon as he pulled from Tatiana’s small, tight body he was needy for more. When he wasn’t inside her, he was yearning to be close to her, entering her sweet hot sex or coming hard and fast, spraying her nubile body with his seed.
Hell yes!
That’s all this was. The best fuck he’d ever had. The kind you reminisced about when you were old, sitting around the card table in a retirement home and talking about the pretty little gals way back when. Each girl got a little prettier or slightly wilder than the previous. Of course, he’d never be in an old folks home. He wasn’t a vain man, but he knew that he physically looked the same as he had when he was converted. He was the strongest he’d ever been—working out all the time, surfing almost every day. His sun sensitivity was only mild, for which he was grateful considering where he was living. Fauster still suffered from a moderate degree of sun sickness, as many termed it in these days of political correctness.
Earlier today, Blue wanted to run up to the roof and feed the special birds that lived there. Fauster had gotten out a coat, gloves and a wide brimmed hat before going up with the little girl. They had only stayed up there perhaps ten minutes at the most before coming back down. Lying here now, in the quiet of the house, it was easy to recall the things that had occurred earlier at Fauster’s.
Like how, after they had come back downstairs, Blue had kept coming back to Fauster to pat his hand, arm or leg as if she were comforting him. Several times he had seen the little child kiss the old man’s cheek and whisper to him so quietly no one else could hear. After lunch, Blue wanted to take her nap on the roof. It was warm enough, and she would be screened by the canopy Fauster had up there, so Tatiana volunteered to go up with her. There was no missing the big wink Lamenta gave Fauster, or the way she hugged his arm.
“I think adults need naps too, don’t you, Tatiana?” Lamenta had then wiggled her eyebrows at Tatiana.
Less than fifteen minutes after eating, Hunter found himself on the roof with Blue, settling down on a cushion for her nap. Tatiana had unlocked a storage shed the old vampire had and revealed several cushions like Blue’s and reluctantly pulled out a doublewide lounge chair. Turning toward him, the defiant look in her eyes was quite apparent as she pushed the chair out into the sun.
“I’m sitting in the sun, but you can use the extra cushions under the canopy by Blue if you prefer.”
He smiled at her. “Not at all, Tatiana. I am, after all, quite used to the sun.” Deciding he might as well get into this, he pulled his shirt up and over his head. Quickly adjusting the chair, he sat down and used his shirt as a pillow. Casually he patted the cushion beside him. “Your chaise awaits you, milady.”
Tatiana pointed her finger straight at him. “And you can get that idea right out of your mind,” she hissed at him. But she did cross to him after she checked on Blue, who was already breathing deeply.
“Aah! Don’t you long for the days when your troubles were so few that with a full belly you were only a few blinks away from blissful slumber?”
Tatiana sat down on the lounger beside him, and then gasped in surprise that he had lowered it almost flat. Her head turned sharply and she whispered to him. “Don’t try anything!” She pointed at the sleeping girl.
Hunter shrugged nonchalantly, smiling at Tatiana. His eyes roved over her body, taking in the loose-fitting cotton dress. She finally sat down and eased back to lie down beside him. As soon as she seemed settled, he rolled onto his side and threw his arm across her waist.
“Hey!”
“Shh. Don’t want to wake the baby.”
“It’s not me who is in danger of waking Blue. We need to be up here at least an hour.”
“Aah. I won’t ask for details as to why. But I will make you a promise. You won’t hear anything more than a whisper from me. By the way, I thought Fauster was going to split a seam when he saw your hair. What did he mean when he asked you about losing a bet?”
“I lost a bet with Lamenta. What I decided to do was to trade my loss to Blue. That is how I ended up with rainbow hair. Any more questions?”
“None, other than how the heck losing a bet leads to Blue and this being done to your hair.”
“It’s all part of the master plan.”
Hunter felt like he couldn’t move all of a sudden. Did Tatiana know more than she had revealed so f
ar? Perhaps Fauster had let his goals slip to Lamenta and she had told Tatiana. It made sense, kind of. What mattered was how she felt about this plan crap. But dealing with the subject would have to wait until they were alone.
“Now, don’t make a sound.”
He pressed one finger against her lips. Then he moved the finger and repeated the gesture against his lips. From there, his hand shifted back to Tatiana, curving around her cheek. His head lowered and kissed her mouth. It was a kiss of pure torture on his part. His body reacted like dry tinder to a flame; passion surged through him. After several long minutes, he tamped down the feelings and turned his attention to Tatiana. He pulled the tie, which allowed the shoulder strap to fall away. His mouth eagerly nudged the fabric enough to allow him freer access. Her nipple was never really allowed to feel the sun before it was engulfed by his wet suction.
His hand found its way beneath her skirt. She expected him to “do it” quickly by the way her thighs fell apart so easily. While he had every intention of enjoying this interlude, it was mostly for Tatiana, he realized with a start of surprise. Stroking his palm over the top of the nearest leg, he heard her soft catch of breath as his fingers slipped down onto her inner thigh. His mouth released its captive and he began kissing her earlobe, taking it with his lips, and then his teeth, to lightly tease her.
“Don’t make a sound, sweet. I’m just going to move your leg for you. Relax and follow my lead.”
Tatiana nodded her head.
Hunter slid his hand over her far leg, slipping to the underside halfway down. Gently he lifted her knee, moving until her foot rested on the lounge cushion. When he released it, her leg was bent and held in place by her foot. It opened her flesh for his invasion. His fingertips grazed against her inner thigh until he reached her wet lips.
“Ahh! Someone is eager for her nap today, isn’t she? All splayed out, naked breasts in the sun and your legs falling open to welcome my caress. Sexy, indeed. But just how needy are you, little one with the hair that leads me to my pot of gold?”
Tatiana gasped, pressing her hand into her mouth. Hunter’s fingers slipped between her wet lips, toying for a bit as if he was uncertain where to go. Then he moved his fingers up, delving between her thinly fleshed hood. Wiggling his index finger idly at first, he slowly began a more concentrated assault upon her sensual feelings. The first uncontrollable twitches and jerks told him he was on the right track.
“Is that the place you like to be touched, sweet Tatiana? Is this where your passion rises beyond control?”
Hunter whispered to her softly, lightly kissing and nipping her earlobe. He glanced over and Blue was still soundly asleep, facing the other direction. “They say in times long ago whole families slept in the same room. It amazes me that the world has survived, or people didn’t care if another heard the sounds they made while fucking feverishly away. Feel my fingers on your body,” he commanded quietly. “Now, let’s see if there isn’t another passion trigger inside you.”
Tatiana shook her head and murmured softly, but her words were lost beneath her hand. First one then two fingers slipped into her cunt. There was no trying to stretch her flesh this time. Instead, he curved his fingers and quickly felt for the right place. The spongy flesh responded to his fingers and slowly they began rubbing, pressing and alternating movements upon the spot. His thumb eased onto her clit and matched the rhythm going on inside her body.
“You look so sexy, Tatiana! I can’t tell you how aroused I am right now. Here we are, in broad daylight, with your hard nipples begging to be sucked while they jiggle atop beautiful boobs that ache to be squeezed and massaged. Your skirt covers you and no one but you and I know that my hand is busily toying with your pretty pussy. My thumb is circling and teasing your little clit and two of my fingers are up your cunt working your G-spot wildly until you come in a flood of passion. Soon your liquid will release and wash all over my hand.”
Hunter paused, then his fingers increased their pace as they stimulated and worked Tatiana’s body to climax. He sensed that she was getting close by the dazed look in her eyes.
“I should have had you lift your skirt up in the back so you could leave a little passion puddle to show what we’d been up to. You probably don’t even know how much that turns a man on, do you?”
His fingers changed rhythm again. “Now we’ll have to dry your bottom out first. If we were at home, I’d have my face down there. My tongue would be on your clit, flicking and teasing it while my fingers move inside you. It’s not like my cock, but the feeling is intense, isn’t it? All of your senses are centered in just one place. You want to come so bad it hurts. Each time your hips flex and jerk, I know you want it. Each jerk and your lovely tits bounce and jiggle and make me crazy. Come for me, darling. Let go! Imagine you are riding the wild bull and he is thrusting into your body…”
Tatiana bit her hand fiercely, trying to hold back the almost primal emotions which roiled up inside her. Her climax washed through her body, bucking and jerking hard. Over and over the passion took her along with it. When it finally began to slow, she realized that Hunter’s hand was resting quietly between her thighs. Opening her eyes, she lowered her hand. She was intensely aware of her naked breasts and how Hunter had displayed her body. And she could feel the wetness that had seeped into her dress.
“Oh my God!” she whispered softly, in embarrassment. “I’m sorry…”
“Don’t apologize, sweetheart. Your passion is wild and sweet, and quite precious.”
Hunter shifted on the chair and he moved his fingers. Slowly he slid them from her body and cupped her mound. His palm rested over her pubic bone and his fingers were on her wet flesh. This was possibly more intimate than if they’d just had sex. She felt so exposed, with him watching her but not coming himself. It surprised her how vulnerable she was with him, and it wasn’t just this time or this place. As if he could read her thoughts, Hunter spoke.
“I can’t help fantasizing about seeing this rainbow draped across…” he paused to lower his voice even more, “my cock later tonight as you…perhaps I am jumping the gun.”
Tatiana could read the question in his eyes. Yes, she would do that for him. In fact, she had found herself thinking about it quite often. Then she felt Hunter’s hand move. It wasn’t a big move but there was no doubt that his hand was most definitely cupping her pussy now. His eyes seemed to burn into her like hot coals. She knew it was crazy but suddenly she felt as if he possessed her body. Sure, she could push his hand away and get off the chaise lounge, but his possession would remain.
Tatiana took a deep breath and silently told her body to move. She wasn’t ready for this…whatever it was. Sex was okay, but more wasn’t part of her goals. Years from now she would settle down.
Get up. Pull your dress up. Move your legs and just get up. She kept repeating these orders but nothing happened. She continued to lie there, possessed by a man she didn’t really know beyond what she had learned from others and Lamenta’s diary.
Hunter saw the fear in her eyes. He didn’t why she was suddenly scared or what was scaring her, but he felt she was preparing to run. He purposely moved his hand, cupping her pussy so brashly and intimately it was obvious that he was shouting his possession. He felt like he was a caveman, beating his chest and victoriously proclaiming this woman was his! There was a need running deeply in him at the moment to mark Tatiana so everyone who saw her would know that she belonged to him. It wasn’t logical, rational or the least bit politically correct. But right now it was exactly how he felt.
* * * * *
Shifting on the bed, Hunter wondered what was keeping Tatiana. It seemed as if it was taking much longer than usual to put Blue to bed. It could be the fact that Blue’s parents had called shortly before her bedtime to chat with her. AnnaBelle and Iain had been surprised to learn that Hunter was at the house with Tatiana and Blue. But Hunter had to give them both credit at how well they recovered from hearing his voice. There wasn’t that much talking com
ing from Europe, but Blue twittered away like a magpie. She was so excited that she chattered non-stop for more than ten minutes. Since they were using a speakerphone, Hunter instantly picked up on the concern in his brother-in-law’s voice when Blue started talking about the puppies.
AnnaBelle had hurried to prevent a discussion about having a new puppy in the house. Hunter considered pointing out that a dog was a better choice than a bird. He wouldn’t like living with that talking pest all the time. Eventually they had to say goodbye, with AnnaBelle and Iain promising Blue they would be home the third morning from tomorrow.
Blue got tearful after that until Tatiana distracted her by telling her they were going to the store in the morning to get the supplies to make a calendar. They would mark off the days, even the hours, until her mommy and daddy came home. He had heard them planning what to put on the poster board while Blue was in the bathtub. As a treat, Tatiana had said she could take a bubble bath in her mommy’s tub.
Hunter groaned softly as he remembered walking in to see how they were progressing. Bubbles were everywhere and he was surprised to find the tub held two bathers, not one. Both of them had their hair soaped up and arranged artfully.
He had walked across the distance, closed the lid on the toilet and sat down to watch them. Tatiana’s flush looked even brighter than normal against the whiteness of the foamy bubbles.
“Good evening, ladies. Whatcha doin’?” Hunter smiled as he duplicated one of Blue’s favorite questions.
Blue giggled and held her bubble covered hands up. “Takin’ a bubble bath, Unka Hunner.” She smiled as she said his name.
“That’s very good, Miss Blue Dampier. Have you been practicing?”
Blue nodded. “Tat helps. Don’t you love her hair, Unka Hunner?”
Hunter coughed harshly to cover his bark of laughter. The glare from Tatiana warned him to answer carefully. He sensed that if he agreed with Blue, Tatiana might end up with this creative hairdo again.