The Thorndykes 1: Dispossessed

by Lynne Connolly

  He pulled away with a gasp, set her aside with an effort that nearly killed him. “You shouldn’t be here.”

  With a sultry smile, she drew him close. “I’m where I belong.” Tugging his waistcoat, she towed him with her to the nearest chair. The soap star watched in amusement. Others were gathering, but after one anxious glance, he returned to her, his lodestone.

  She shoved him down so he landed with a bounce and then came on top of him, hitching up her skirts so she could sit astride.

  Underneath, she was naked. Her pussy winked at him, that adorable tuft of blazing hair proclaiming her a true redhead. She seemed heedless of who she showed, how she showed it, and his cock, hard at the first touch of her, hardened even more. She clawed at his pants, looking for the fly.

  Numb from the encounter, he belatedly remembered to unblock his mind to her. She surged in as if she’d never left, occupying her rightful place. He grabbed her skirts, but she put her hand over his, stopping him.

  “You’re not masked,” he reminded her.

  “I don’t care. This is an orgy, and I’ve never had one of those.”

  He cupped her face, smiling up at her. “This can be yours. But you have to leave afterward.” And probably change her identity again. He’d take this, use the memories to sustain his existence.

  “I’m going nowhere.”

  He couldn’t send her away yet. Easier to plunge his hand into his chest and tear his heart out. Always careful of her welfare, he mentally scanned the attendees at the party and located anyone from the local area. He discouraged them from coming into this room. Nobody who might know her would see this.

  Shit, this was hot.

  She was fumbling at his pants still, so he let her discover the fact that they had no fastening, that they pulled down. No fly, no fall. Hard to get used to, but skintight as was the fashion in his time. People could probably see that he wasn’t circumcised.

  She knew how to release the chain that bound his dick to his leg, and once free, it bounced up.

  Now they could see it for real. His cock reared close to his belly, red and glistening with his need for her, the piercing decorated with a ring. She swiped a finger across the tip, and he sucked in a breath, let her see how much that affected him.

  More spectators arrived. He didn’t indulge in public fucking very often these days, and they were probably eager to watch. He didn’t care. She was the only important person present. If she wanted this, he’d do it for her. Anything she wanted, he’d make sure she got it.

  This seemed to be what she needed right now. Her eyes shone, her mind beat at him, inviting him inside her. He scooped her delectable ass in his hands, watching her smile as she realized what he was doing. He lifted her, his arms keeping the yards of cloth out of the way, and together, they positioned her opening so it hovered above his cock. She used her knees to hold herself steady and grabbed his biceps, letting him take the lead.

  Oh fuck, she was so ready, dripping her essence all over him as he eased his cock into her.

  “God, I’ve missed this!” Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, but she had a right to know the truth.

  He thrust up, she pressed down, and they became one.

  Jay closed his eyes with the sheer bliss of it. She felt like nobody else, made for him. She leaned forward and kissed him, and together, they began to move. Up and down, melding in mind and body. He unfurled the next layer, everything except the final one.

  “It’s right,” she whispered, her lips close to his. “We should do it.”

  He opened his eyes, shock bringing him back. “Not here, not now.” Bonding was an intensely personal matter. Nobody witnessed the bonding of two vampires. Neither should they. Deep down, he understood it was right. Somehow their souls had become separated.

  Madness to even think about it.

  “As long as we do think about it,” she said, and kissed him.

  This he could do. Holding her in place, he kissed and fucked until the first stirring of her orgasm shivered through him, exquisite flutters against his cock.

  People around them murmured to each other, some making wordless sounds of arousal, and he guessed it would become an orgy in truth before too long. Sounds of kissing, the atmosphere growing softer, spikes of excitement like small lightning strikes touching his skin, but nothing beat the storm going on around Jay and his love.

  The velvet of her gown felt soft against his palms when he shoved it aside to get to her clit. Nothing was as soft, as silky to the touch as that small knot of flesh. He stroked it, teased it, felt her response.

  She came, her passage convulsing around his hard, straining flesh, the rhythmic waves forcing his own orgasm. Deep and hard and completely. He gave himself up to her. Everything.

  He clutched her and laughed shakily. She gazed at him and snuggled against him. With his one hand around her, he eased his cock out of her and smoothed the fabric of her gown back over her thighs. She pulled at his pants, totally ruined now, but she managed to cover him. All he cared was that he didn’t trip up as he got to his feet, taking her with him. Smiling, she hooked her legs around his waist, and he supported her, gave her a smacking kiss, and looked around at the now applauding company. “Thank you. You will excuse my lady and myself?”

  It was over. She had him.

  HALF-DAZED WITH what she had done, Lucille let Jay carry her to the private part of the ranch house. There he took her to his room, stripped the gorgeous dress off her, and gently set her down in his shower. He got naked and joined her in double-quick time, barely taking his avid gaze away from her while he was tearing off his clothes.

  “I like you in those,” she said and licked her dry lips. He turned on the shower. She flinched when the initial shot of cold hit her, but it warmed up in the next second. He slid his arms around her, and she reveled in their closeness.

  “I love you,” she said.

  He sighed. “I love you too. But this isn’t about that.”

  “Yes, it is.” He was reaching past her for something on the shelf, but she turned his face toward her, her hand grazing his smooth-shaven cheek. “That’s exactly what it’s about. I don’t want this new life. I want my old one back.”

  He met her gaze, and they stood for an untold amount of time under the stinging spray. “You’ve moved on.”

  “I’ve changed my mind.”

  “It’s dangerous.”

  “I don’t care.”

  He sighed again and concentrated on washing them.

  She knew he was mustering his arguments, so she let him wash and rinse her, his hands gentle, almost worshipful. She washed him at the same time, relearning him. The warmth under her hands was all she wanted, but she saved her arguments too. She’d thought long and hard about this, and she knew what she wanted. If he didn’t want her, really didn’t want her, she’d go. The moment he’d opened to her, the tension inside her relaxed. He couldn’t deny what they had. Or if he did, he was a masochist, and although the idea interested her, she’d seen no evidence of that tendency in him. Just a huge sense of lack of self-worth.

  They dried themselves and each other and climbed into bed as if they did it every night, as they would if she had her way. “I love you,” she said again.

  He stroked a finger down her cheek. “You shouldn’t keep saying that.”

  “It’s my strongest argument.”

  “That it is. Darling, this isn’t possible. We can get away with this as a onetime visit. The Thorndykes might have to move you again.”

  “Back home. I talked to Nathan about it. Nobody’s come after us in the six months we’ve been away. I’m as safe here as anywhere. I’ve thought it all out. Drew can be my brother again, but he likes Chicago, so he can stay there if he wants to. He likes studying too. Nathan can keep an eye on him. He said he would.” She spoke quickly, afraid he’d interrupt her. “I can move back here. I’ll say I went to stay with a relative for a while. Now I’m back.”

  He touched her mouth, and she ga
ve his finger a playful lick. He shuddered, and she gloried to see how much that small gesture affected him. “You don’t want me, love. You just think you do. You haven’t begun to live.”

  She put her hand over his heart. “Do you want me with other men? I mean with them doing more than watching?”

  “Fuck, no!”

  The vehemence of his reply gave her heart. “Then take me. I’m yours. It’s not as if I didn’t have experience before. I know what I like.” She wriggled against his cock, making the ring through his piercing rub against his skin. He groaned.

  She snuggled closer, and he drew the comforter over her. “Better?”

  “Yes. Much better.” With his body close to hers, she couldn’t imagine anything improving this. Well, maybe one thing. “I came back for you, Jay. I don’t want to leave without you. The only thing that will send me away is if you can convince me that you really don’t want me, that I was just a fling.”

  He gazed at her for a long time without speaking, his dark eyes unreadable, his mind in turmoil. He wasn’t letting her see the decision he made until he blinked long and slow, and then “I can’t do it. I can’t send you away again.”

  “Why did you do it, my love?”

  His eyes took on a suspicious sheen, but no tears fell. “Because I’m not good enough for you. No, listen. You deserve better. Truly, you do. You’re young and right at the start of your life. We live for a long time, sweetheart.”

  “I don’t want to live without you. I won’t. But I thought you’d say that, so I have an alternative. I’ve arranged my own new life. I met someone who made me an offer.”

  He frowned. “What are you talking about?”

  “My mother.” She laughed at his shocked response, his eyes widening. “Trixie offered me a spot in her movies. Mother-daughter action, she said.”

  He stared at her. “Trixie wouldn’t do that,” he said blankly.

  “Yes, she would. I have a text from her to prove it. If I don’t get what I want here, my new life will be in New York making porn movies with my mother. If I need the experience like you say, then that’s the fastest way to get it, don’t you think?”

  He groaned and buried his face in her neck. “You can’t.”

  “Yes, I can,” she said smugly. “Try me.”

  He choked. “Fuck, you know how to make a man suffer.” He lifted his head. “I surrender,” he said. “I know you, and you would do it, wouldn’t you?” This time his smile was more relaxed as he accepted her ultimatum. “We’ve made our decision, haven’t we? Let’s get married first. I’d like to do that. Would you?”

  “Is that a proposal?”

  “You bet your ass.” He gave her rear a slap, just enough to tingle, and he swung himself up on one elbow. She rolled on her back and reached her arms up to grasp his waist. “You like that? Oh, sweetheart, we have a way to go. Tomorrow I’ll buy you the biggest diamond in Houston.”

  “I don’t want that. I want the most perfect one. That’s what we have. Perfection.”

  He laughed. “Far from it, my love, but a lot of the fun is working for it.” He bent over her to give her a long sweet kiss, the most perfect kiss they’d shared to date. But they had many kisses in their future. She’d make sure of it.

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  Lynne Connolly

  Lynne Connolly lives in England with her family and her mews, a cat called Jack. She spends her time writing and filling her collection of doll’s houses. After acceptance by her first e-publisher she hasn’t looked back. She has over 30 books out, and plans for more. She writes in the paranormal romance, contemporary romance, and historical romance genres and she likes to add a lot of steam!

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