Tall, Dark and Paranormal: 10 Thrilling Tales of Sexy Alpha Bad Boys
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“No. But I could at any minute.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Sucks to be you.”
Beck tucked his BlackBerry in the pocket of his jeans and cranked the engine on the 1986 POS he drove. With rust spots on the bumper and dings all over the door panels, the body of the old car might be decrepit, but the engine purred like it was built yesterday.
Beck glanced at him as he pulled out of the garage. “From the smile on your face, I guess you and the writer chick hit it off, huh?”
Drake’s grin broadened. “Yeah, we did. Sorry I made you wait so long, though. I kind of lost track of time.”
“The deli across the street has a clean restroom and makes a pretty decent sandwich, so it was all good. Besides, you don’t get out too often.” Beck glanced at him as he pulled onto the street. “So, does she look like her picture?”
“Nah.”
His friend looked at him in surprise. “Really?”
“Nah. She’s even hotter.”
Beck chuckled. “Well, good for you. Aren’t you glad I talked you into going out with her?”
“Don’t you mean pestered me into going out with her?” Drake asked dryly.
“Whatever. So, you seeing her again?”
Drake nodded. “I’m taking her to dinner tomorrow night. I figured my zombie status should still be okay by then.”
His friend glanced at him. “You might not have to worry about your zombie half much longer.”
Drake frowned. “What are you talking about?”
“While I was waiting for you, I got a call from one of my contacts down in Louisiana. Your Voodoo priestess has finally come up for air. Seems Cia just had a baby girl and granny crawled out of whatever hole she’s been hiding in to give the little crumb-cruncher a hug. I’m already booked on the red-eye. If I’m lucky, I just might have something for you by tomorrow tonight.”
Drake ground his jaw. “Dammit, Beck, I told you I didn’t want you looking for her anymore. There’s no point.”
The other man slanted him a hard look. “No point? What, you suddenly okay with being a zombie now you’ve gone on a date?”
“You know damn well I’m not,” Drake snapped. “I just don’t want you pissing off that old woman by hunting her down.”
“She’s already made your life miserable by turning you into a zombie, Drake. What else could she possibly do to you? Turn you into a toad?”
Drake frowned at his friend. “It’s not me I’m worried about. It’s you. I’m concerned if you piss her off, you’re going to end up like me.”
Beck grinned as he made a right–hand turn. “With a hot new girlfriend, you mean?”
When Drake only scowled, Beck let out a sigh.
“I appreciate the concern, Z-Man, but I’m a professional. I can take care of myself.”
Drake snorted. “Right. Going up against a Voodoo priestess who turns people into the living dead just because she feels like it isn’t the same as going up against some mean-ass bastard who wants to bash your head in, you know.”
“Look Drake, you let me worry about her. You just concentrate on your writer chick,” the PI said. “And because I’m so concerned about your social life, I’m going to let you borrow my ride while I’m out of town. That way you don’t have to worry about frightening any cabbies if you suddenly turn to the dark side.”
“Beck, I appreciate what you’re trying to do for me. I really do. But—”
“Dammit Drake, I don’t understand you sometimes. Don’t you want to be normal again? Don’t you want to be able to go out with Simone whenever you want and not have to worry if you’re going to turn into some creature that looked as if it just stepped out of a horror movie in between dinner and dessert?”
Drake clenched his jaw, but said nothing. He wanted that more than anything. But he was afraid. And not only for Beck, either. Right now, he was only a zombie a few days a week. It was horrible, but at least it meant he was human most of the time. What if all his friend accomplished by hunting the old woman down was make her so angry she decided to turn Drake into a full-time zombie? He could never live like that.
* * * * *
Simone walked into her apartment to find her friend Megan curled up on the couch watching TV, a bowl of popcorn in her lap. The blonde looked up at her entrance.
“You’re back!”
Simone smiled. “You didn’t have to hang around. I would have called you.”
“Yeah, I know. But after I put all your clothes away, I decided I should stay in case the date didn’t go well.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry about that. It went great.”
Her friend picked up the remote and switched off the television as she patted the couch. “Sit down and tell me about Drake. And don’t leave anything out.”
Simone couldn’t help but smile again as she sat down next to Megan. Slipping off her leather flip-flops, she tucked her feet underneath her and gave the other woman a complete recap of the date.
“God, he sounds perfect,” Megan said when she finished. “Please tell me you’re going out with him again.”
“You know it. He’s taking me out to dinner tomorrow night.”
Her friend high-fived her. “Excellent! At this rate, you’ll have him in your bed by the weekend. “
Simone just shook her head. She didn’t expect things to move quite that fast, but she had to admit she wouldn’t mind if they did. When she and Drake had been standing on the sidewalk, she was sure he was going to kiss her and she’d been more than ready to lock lips with him right there on the street. Who knew where it would have led? She could just imagine herself pulling him into the taxi and dragging him back to her apartment for some fun between the sheets and anywhere else they managed to end up. An image of her and Drake making love in the shower while water poured over their naked bodies was enough to make her pussy purr, and she had to bite her lips to stifle a moan. She was definitely going to have to revisit that fantasy when Megan left, this time with her vibrator.
“Earth to Simone.”
The sound of Megan’s voice pulled Simone out of her fantasy and she gave herself a shake. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”
The other woman laughed. “Nothing. I just figured if you were going to sit here and fantasize about having sex with your new boyfriend, I should go ahead and leave.”
Simone laughed. “I couldn’t help it.”
“No need to apologize. Drake sounds as if he’s perfect. I don’t blame you for thinking about hooking up with him. After all the lame jerks you’ve gone out with lately, you deserve someone special.”
Simone smiled. “You know, you’re right. It is nice to be dating a guy who’s normal for a change.”
She and Megan talked a little while longer before her friend announced she had an early meeting the next day and needed to get home.
After Megan left, Simone locked up, then shut off the lights and went into the bedroom. As she got ready for bed, she found herself once again replaying that moment on the sidewalk when she and Drake had almost kissed. Thinking of what that firm, sensuous mouth of his would feel like on hers, she let out a little moan as she slipped between the sheets.
Remembering her promise to spend some quality time with her vibrator while she fantasized about Drake, she opened the top drawer of the bedside table and took out her trusty toy. Long and thick, it was slightly curved at the tip so that it would touch her G-spot when it was deep inside of her. It was her personal favorite, discovered over several years of experimentation and play.
Lying back on the pillows and placing the vibrator beside her, she closed her eyes and cupped her breasts, slowly playing with them and imagining it was Drake touching her. She took her time teasing her nipples, just as she knew he’d do, taking them between her fingers, rolling them back and forth a few times before giving them a firm squeeze. Oh yes, Drake would know just how much pressure she loved on her nipples, getting her hotter and hotter until she was breathless with anticipation.
With a moan, she slid one hand down her tummy to the curls at the juncture of her thighs. She ran her fingers along the folds of her pussy and discovered she was already wet. That wasn’t surprising. Fantasizing about a sexy hunk like Drake would get any woman hot and bothered.
Sighing, she dipped her finger inside her opening just enough to get the tip slick with her arousal, then moved her hand up to her clit. She made slow, circular motions around the sensitive nub, pretending it was Drake. Knowing he wouldn’t ignore her breasts, she continued to play with her nipples while she rubbed her clit. The combined sensations sent a rush of tingles through her body.
Needing more lubrication, she took her finger away from her clit to slide it deep inside her pussy. The velvety walls immediately contracted around her finger and for a moment she was torn between pleasuring herself that way and going back to her clit. The throbbing in her clit was too insistent to ignore and she slid her finger out to make little circles around it again.
This time, though, she imagined that her wet fingertip was Drake’s tongue. The idea of his dark head buried between her legs while he lapped at her pussy made her writhe on the bed. Oh yeah, he’d be great at oral. Her breath came faster and faster until she was practically panting. Beneath her finger, her clit throbbed and she stopped touching herself just long enough to reach for her vibrator. Turning it on, she gently moved it over her clit, teasing herself with its magical hum.
Her pussy spasmed with need as if impatient at being ignored and once again Simone was torn about what part of her body to pleasure. Her pussy won. Taking the vibrating dildo away from her clit, she slid it down to her pussy and eased its thick length inside her wetness.
She moaned as the sex toy filled her, imagining it was Drake’s cock. Closing her eyes, she slowly thrust the dildo in and out. The toy’s vibrating hum sent shivers of ecstasy through her and her pussy clenched tightly around it. Desperate for more, she pumped the dildo faster.
Releasing her breast and sliding her hand down her tummy, she found her clit with her fingers and made quick, firm circles around it. The two forms of stimulation would have been enough to make her orgasm all on their own, but combined with the fantasy that it was Drake fucking her like this had her coming so hard she could barely manage to keep touching herself. Somehow she did, and as her climax washed over her, she threw back her head and cried out in one, long continuous moan of pleasure.
After her orgasm subsided, all she could do was lie there trembling and gasping for breath. She always came hard when she masturbated, but this time had been better than ever. Maybe it was because she’d had a guy as hot as Drake to fantasize about.
When she was finally able to move again, she slid the vibrating dildo from her still trembling pussy and set it back on the bedside table, then shut off the light and snuggled into her pillow with a sigh. As she lay there in the darkness, she thought of Drake’s sinfully sexy lips and gorgeous body and she could only wonder how much more amazing her orgasm would have been if it really had been him doing all those delicious things to her. Her lips curved into a smile. Tomorrow night couldn’t come soon enough.
Chapter Six
Drake spent the better part of the next day terrified he was going to go all zombie before his date with Simone. The possibility had him running into the bathroom to check himself out in the mirror nearly every fifteen minutes. Hoping to keep from going insane, he sat down at his computer and tried to catch up on some editing work. But he gave up halfway through the first user manual he tried to read. He was too wound up to concentrate.
Needing something else to distract him, he decided to exercise instead. He lifted some weights first, then ran ten miles on the treadmill. Even though he was dripping with sweat afterward, he was still so geeked up he could barely sit still. So, after checking himself in the mirror again, he knocked out two hours on the Bowflex. Thankfully, that left him too exhausted to think about anything but taking a long, hot shower.
While standing under the spray, he finally found the perfect way to keep himself from worrying about turning into a zombie—he thought about Simone and how nice it would be to have her in the shower with him. The image of her standing there naked while the water poured over her slender curves had him sporting a raging hard-on in no time.
Groaning, he reached down and wrapped one hand around his cock. He moved it up and down, imagining it was Simone touching him. Back when he used to be normal, the simple fantasy would have been a nice way to get his blood pumping, but now it was almost enough to make him explode right then. He hadn’t had a woman as beautiful and sexy as Simone to fantasize about in a long time, though, so he’d be damned if he was going to rush it.
He mimicked her movements as he envisioned her slowly rubbing her hand up and down his shaft. When she lingered on the head to tease the tip with her thumb, so did he. And when she used her other hand to cup his balls and give them a gentle but firm squeeze, he did the same.
After a few minutes, he had to back off again. In his fantasy, Simone did too, slowly rubbing the sensitive area right below the head of his cock with the pad of her thumb. He imagined her giving him a sultry smile as she leaned in to kiss the underside of his jaw, then slowly work her way down his chest until she was on her knees in front of him. Gazing up at him with beautiful blue eyes, she leaned forward to take him in her mouth.
Despite his best efforts to hold off, imagining Simone’s full lips wrapped around his cock was too much for him. Unable to control himself, he tightened his hand around his shaft and moved it up and down faster and faster. Hot cum shot onto his hand, bringing with it a rush of pleasure so intense he had to put a hand on the wall of the shower to steady himself.
With a groan, he reached out to turn off the water. Damn, that had been a strong orgasm. That wasn’t surprising. Simone was so freaking hot that just the image of her was enough to get him off. He imagined if he ever did have sex with her, he’d probably explode before they even got their clothes off.
Drake stepped out of the shower onto wobbly legs and dried off, then checked in the mirror again for any signs of rotting flesh. So far, so good. Now all he had to do was stay zombie-free long enough to have dinner with Simone.
Hanging the towel on the rack, he went into the bedroom to get dressed. After wearing nothing but jeans and T-shirts for so long, it felt strange to put on a pair of dress pants and a button-up shirt. It felt good, too. As if he was almost a normal person again.
He swore under his breath. Wearing different clothes and going out on a date didn’t mean he was any closer to being normal. The zombie in him was still there, lurking beneath the surface waiting to take over. He was just gambling it wouldn’t happen while he was with Simone.
He shrugged into his shirt, then buttoned it and shoved it into his pants. Checking his reflection in the mirror one more time, he ran his hand through his damp hair, then grabbed his watch off the dresser and put it on as he walked into the living room.
He eyed the keys sitting on the coffee table, wondering if he should take Beck’s car. As much as he didn’t like the idea of taking a cab, finding parking near the restaurant was going to be a nightmare. It’d be faster for him to sprint across Central Park and back to his apartment if he suddenly went zombie than it would be to get to the closest parking garage. Leaving the keys where they were, he headed for the door.
Figuring Simone would think he was a total loser if he showed up late for their date a second time, Drake gave himself plenty of time to get the restaurant. Even though traffic was a bear, he got to the restaurant ten minutes early. Unlike yesterday, he didn’
t hang around outside, but instead went in to see if Simone had arrived yet. When he didn’t see her, he decided to wait in the entryway.
While he stood there, Drake eyed his reflection in the mirror positioned above the leather couch along one of the walls, checking for signs he might be going zombie. He tried to be as casual about it as he could, but when the two older women seated there gave him a reproving look, he hastily turned around and made a show of looking at the mural on the opposite wall. Shit. They probably thought he was some vain jerk who got off on looking at his own reflection.
Drake was still trying to pretend to be interested in the mural on the wall when a movement by the door caught his eye. He glanced over to see if it was Simone and did a double take at the sight of her.
Daaaaammn.
His mouth dropped open. He’d thought she looked hot when he had seen her at the café, but tonight she was perfection on high heels.
She had on a short, curve–hugging black dress that left her slender arms bare and showed off those dynamite legs of hers. Her hair hung loose down her back and he had an almost uncontrollable urge to run his hands through the silky strands. God, she looked gorgeous.
If he wasn’t careful, he was going to start panting in another minute.
Simone walked over to him. “You’re here already.”
His mouth twitched. “I made sure to give myself plenty of extra time. I didn’t want you to think I was going to show up for every date fifteen minutes late. By the way, you look beautiful.”
She smiled. “Thank you. You look pretty good yourself.”
He glanced at the hostess, then back at her. “Shall we get a table?”
As they followed the hostess through the crowded restaurant, Drake found his gaze automatically going to Simone’s derriere. He almost groaned as he took in her pert, sweetly rounded behind. He’d always been an ass man and Simone’s was just about the most perfect one he’d ever laid eyes on. He could have stood there and watched her wiggle it all night long. He wondered if she was wearing any panties under her dress. It was so snug he was sure he would have seen lines if she was and there was absolutely nothing to disrupt the perfect curve of her ass. If she was wearing anything under there, it must be a tiny, little scrap of nothing. That thought had him hardening in his pants.