“It’s totally abandoned,” Izzy says, peering out the passenger’s side window. She’s right. There are no headlights on the road. No pedestrians. In New York, there are people out at all hours. Here, we’re all alone.
“I like to think of it as peaceful.”
Izzy gives me a sidelong look. “Where are you taking me, anyway?”
“You’ll see. We’re only a minute away.”
I drive out the other end of town, where a faint golden-white glow is waiting. We’ve arrived at the high school and its empty football field. The floodlights have been left on their lowest setting, offering enough illumination for safety. I pull off the road and into the parking lot, but don’t stop in one of the spaces. I drive onto the grass and put the truck in park next to the chain link fence behind the bleachers.
“This is it?” Izzy asks.
I turn off the engine. “Yup. This is it.”
“Riley Evans, are you suggesting we park?” Izzy asks with a smirk.
“We are parked.”
“You know what I mean.”
“It was too late to take you for a milkshake,” I say, gently teasing. “And I dunno if Luanne’s has blood on the menu as one of their flavors.”
Izzy strokes my forearm. “I’ll have you know I’m a good girl, not the type who climbs into the back of pickup trucks with big bad wolves.”
I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean closer. “I dunno if I believe you. You’re here with me, aren’t you?”
Izzy tugs playfully at her own lower lip with the tips of her fangs. “I guess I am.”
“So…” I steal a short, closed-mouthed kiss, then nod toward the truck bed. “I’ve got a couple blankets in the back.”
Izzy kisses me again, longer and deeper. Heat rushes from my pounding heart to the tips of my toes, but most of it settles low in my belly. I don’t know what it is about her kisses that drive me crazy, but I’m not complaining. I could spend an eternity kissing her. An eternity. Am I sure about that?
I push the thought from my mind. It’s too soon. Our relationship is sweet, the best I’ve had by far, but also really new. We might be right for each other now, but I can’t guarantee we’ll be right for each other for the next hundred years, and especially not the next thousand.
Izzy doesn’t let me dwell on it for long. She hops out the passenger’s side, and I do the same on my side, hurrying around to meet her at the truck bed. “Allow me,” I say, lowering the back and hopping up to spread out the blankets. Soon I’ve made a cozy nest for the two of us. I offer Izzy my hand, and she accepts, allowing me to help her up.
“Hey,” she murmurs, snuggling against me.
I wrap my arm around her shoulders. “Hey yourself.”
Despite the earlier smooching, we don’t keep kissing right away. Izzy rests her head on my chest, and the two of us lie back, looking up at the night sky. Despite the faint floodlights illuminating the football field, it’s still dark enough to see the stars overhead.
“See that one?” Izzy says, pointing upward. “Pisces.”
“Yeah?” I follow her finger, connecting the dots in a ‘v’ shape. “Looks like a uterus to me.”
“Seriously?” Izzy sighs with mock exasperation. “You’re too much.” Nevertheless, she lowers her hand to my thigh and lets it rest there.
I search the sky, finding Orion’s belt and moving right. “There’s Canis Major. And Sirius.”
“Favorite constellation?” Izzy asks wryly.
“Pretty much the only one besides Orion and the Big Dipper I know how to find.”
“That surprises me,” Izzy says. “You spend a lot of time out at night.”
“Well, yeah. Running around as a wolf, chasing deer—”
“Chasing werecats.”
I give Izzy my silliest grin. “And sometimes beautiful girls.”
Izzy laughs and rolls on top of me, dipping down for more kisses. We stay like that for a while, resting chest to chest. Our kisses are slow and exploratory. Neither of us are in any kind of rush. She tastes like lip gloss and melted sugar, or a sweet tea in summer. Her eyes have the only stars I want to see.
Before I know it, I’ve slid the straps of Izzy’s pink sundress down her shoulders. The soft light on her smooth brown skin gives the edges of her shoulders a bronze glow, and her heart-shaped face is all smiles. She shifts a little, peeling away the top of her dress, and my breath hitches as her breasts spill out. I love all of Izzy’s curves, her plush softness, but these really are something else.
“You’re lucky,” Izzy says, stroking the back of my head to draw me close. “I don’t let just anyone get to second base.”
I kiss my way down Izzy’s chest. The taste of her skin is addictive, and I flatten my tongue against her sternum for a broad lick. “Mm. Does that mean I’m special?”
“Very. Ohhh…” Izzy shudders on top of me as I draw her nipple into my mouth. It’s hard and swollen, easy to suck. I circle the tip, enjoying her soft whimpers.
I want to stay nuzzled between Izzy’s breasts forever, kissing back and forth between them. The sounds she makes are delicious, especially when I use the edges of my teeth. She pleads with me to switch often, guiding me from one nipple to the other so neither of them is left lonely for long against the air.
Only when Izzy’s hips have started trembling over my lap do I reach around to pull down her zipper. Her sundress comes right off, leaving her bare before me except for her panties. They’re pink too, with a large dark patch in the middle. “Is all this for me?” I mumble, cupping between her thighs.
Izzy gasps as I squeeze her, and more wetness seeps through the cotton of her underwear. “No. It’s for the other handsome werewolf I’m making out with.”
I bite the top of her breast, thrilled by the adorable squeak she makes. “S’that so? Can I touch anyway?”
“Please,” Izzy moans, rocking her hips forward.
I dip my fingers into her panties. She’s all slippery, and so swollen that her pouting lips puff out, as if she’s trying to suck my fingers in. Her clit is full too, pounding hard. When I pull the peak of Izzy’s breast back between my lips, she twitches under my touch.
For the next several minutes, I’m in heaven. With my fingers sliding slowly through Izzy’s warmth and her nipples in my mouth, I have everything I could ever want. Well, almost everything. I can smell Izzy’s rising need, and I know she needs more. I release her from my mouth and make my offer: “In the mood for a midnight snack?”
Izzy sighs deeply. “You read my mind.”
I don’t want to leave those gorgeous breasts of hers unattended. I raise my arm, offering Izzy my left wrist so I don’t have to take my mouth away. She takes my hand in hers and latches on, tapping an artery to suckle. It’s completely painless, and after a few pulls, I feel a sudden spike of pleasure. No matter where Izzy bites me, the sensation always travels right between my legs. My own underwear is as wet as her panties are.
More of Izzy’s heat drizzles over my fingers, coating them until they’re nice and silky. Once they’re slick enough, I probe her entrance. She’s tight, but so wet and open that I sink right in. I go inside with one finger first, then add another, massaging her inner walls.
Izzy quivers around me, muscles clenching. She whines against my wrist but doesn’t stop drinking. My head spins as more of my blood pulses into her mouth, but it’s nothing compared to the pulsing in the palm of my hand. Izzy’s close, I can tell. Her throbbing picks up speed until it’s almost constant and her walls squeeze down without stopping.
I tug her nipple between my teeth, then whisper into the cushion of her breast. “Love you, sunshine. Glad you’re here with me.” I don’t just mean in the back of my Papa’s pickup truck, either. I’m glad she’s here to see my family. Hell, I’m just glad she’s on this Earth with me, because her presence makes it even more beautiful. Most of all, though, I’m glad she’s mine.
Izzy lets go of my wrist and cries out to the stars. Her hot walls rippl
e, and she smears more wetness into the heel of my hand. Even without the physical signs, I’d know she was coming. It’s in her eyes as she gazes down at me, along with a whole lot of love and tenderness.
“Riley!” Izzy cries. Her orgasm continues to swell, but she sags over to mouth at my neck. She alternates between kissing and nipping, stealing a few sips of blood here and there. It makes my core ache and my skin chafe under my clothes. There’s a familiar tingle along my spine. She’s got me close to feral, and I’m too relaxed and happy to hold back.
I remember the first time me and Izzy slept together. It wasn’t making love yet, not quite. We didn’t know each other that well. But it was sweet and affectionate in a way my other fumbling high school experiences by the bleachers never were. Back then, I spent most of the time in a sweaty panic. There were always fears in the back of my mind. What if I go feral? What if she thinks I’m weird? What if she’s afraid I’ll hurt her?
Now, Izzy and I are on another level entirely. Not only is fear utterly absent, but I’m brimming with warm, happy feelings. I don’t care about going feral—haven’t in several months. Izzy’s already seen me as a wolf, so a little extra hair and yellow eyes are nothing. I let my instincts take over, giving into the pull.
Izzy kisses along my jaw, fondling the pointed tips of my ears. “Can I taste you?” she asks, a hopeful note in her voice.
I withdraw my hand and spread my legs. I can’t say no to an offer like that. “You go right on ahead.”
Izzy peels off her ruined panties, tossing them to the side. Then, she makes quick work of my clothes. My t-shirt comes off first, leaving my hair ruffled. Next comes my binder, a front-zip for the hot weather. She looks at me, waiting for permission, and I guide her to my breasts, letting her plant a few kisses there. It feels good enough, and I’m feeling close enough to her, that it doesn’t put me off.
She doesn’t stay for long. Her hot mouth continues down my belly until she reaches the fly of my cargo shorts. After placing a kiss on the button, she pops it open and pulls down the zipper. I lift my hips, sighing with relief as Izzy tugs off my boxers. The air feels good against my bare skin.
Once I’m naked, Izzy picks up where she left off. She dusts kisses around my navel, sliding my legs over her shoulders. I shake as she nuzzles my inner thighs, still a few inches away from where I need her, but I try to be patient. Waiting will only make the payoff better.
At last, Izzy sweeps her tongue through my wetness, fastening onto my clit. She sucks me deep, fangs nicking the tender flesh on either side of the shaft. If having her feed from my wrist made me warm and wobbly, the way she’s drinking now sends licks of fire through my bones. It’s a hundred times more intense.
Izzy’s mouth is amazing. It takes all the willpower I’ve got to keep my hips from bucking. I’m already so close, but I don’t want it to end. I don’t want any of this to end. Not making love under the stars, not our first trip as a couple, not any of it. I want a hundred trips together, a thousand nights under the stars, a million kisses, all with Izzy.
Maybe in the future, I could…we could…I can’t focus on the thought. Izzy swirls her tongue in slow circles, and my peak hits like a freight train. I stiffen up and shudder, catching my claws in her fluffy hair as I come. I hold her mouth close, knowing she won’t pull away, but needing something to hang onto.
My orgasm shreds me to ribbons. I’m a mewling mess by the time it’s over, covered in a layer of sweat as the stars swirl above me. As aftershocks twitch through my muscles, Izzy laps up my juices, making sure to lick me clean. I’m pretty sure I’ve left a wet spot on the blanket too. Her tongue thrusts inside me a few times, extending my pleasure just a little longer, before she shifts from under my calves, flopping down next to me.
“Hey,” she says, brushing my bangs away from my face.
“Heya.” I hesitate, not because I’m scared, but because looking at Izzy takes my breath away. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I love you.”
“Flatterer. I love you too.” She leans in for a kiss, but I stop her, cupping her sticky cheek.
“No, I’m serious. Izzy, I…” My courage falters, but I press on. “I don’t wanna pressure you. I know your last relationship wasn’t great, and we’ve only been seeing each other a little while and just got to I love yous, but—”
Izzy presses her finger to my mouth. From the expression on her face, I know she knows what I want to say. “Not yet, mon chou,” she whispers, caressing my bottom lip with the pad of her thumb. “This night has been perfect. I don’t want it to slip away.”
My chest churns with bittersweet feelings. There are a hundred things I want to tell her, but I can sense she isn’t ready. She’s been so trusting of me, and I don’t want to cross her boundaries. But she didn’t say no. She said, ‘not yet.’ Maybe, someday…someday is enough for me. I don’t want to sign up for forever yet. I’m not ready for a step that big. But letting Izzy know it’s on my mind is a start. I’m going to take that ‘not yet’ at face value.
“Riley?” Izzy asks, her forehead wrinkled with worry. She seems upset, or maybe she’s worried that she upset me.
I roll on top of Izzy and kiss her, pouring all my feelings into it. Izzy kisses me back, and I know we’re going to be all right. Nothing bad can touch us here under the stars. This moment is just for us. Whether I make the Choice in the future or not, there will be many, many more like it. Who knows? Maybe some will be even better, although I can’t imagine anything better than this.
***
Morning dawns warm and sunny. I move my arm from over my eyes, yawning as I take in my surroundings. I must’ve fallen asleep in the truck bed, because I’m still sprawled naked amidst a pile of blankets. I guess I passed out in Izzy’s arms after our last round of lovemaking. Thankfully, she had the sense to cover me in case any passersby decided to visit the high school on a weekend.
I look around, but Izzy isn’t cuddled next to me. Her smell is strong, though, so I sit up and check the inside of the truck. She’s in the passenger’s seat, slathering sunscreen on her skin. She must hear me, because she turns around and smiles through the back window. A moment later, the passenger door pops open. “Morning, sleepyhead. Get dressed and come help me get my back?”
I scramble back into my discarded clothes from the night before. They smell kind of like sex, but they’re better than nothing. Once I’m dressed, I hop out of the truck bed and circle around the passenger’s side. Izzy passes me the tube of sunscreen she always carries in her purse, but I don’t take it until I’ve kissed her square on the lips. When I pull away, she follows me, stealing a second smooch before turning around and lifting the puff of her hair.
“You’re gorgeous,” I sigh as I squirt some of the lotion into my palm. I spread it across her shoulders, making sure to get well under the back of her sundress. Don’t want my baby to burn because I wasn’t thorough.
“And you’re sweet for noticing. Your parents aren’t going to be upset we stayed the night out here, are they?”
“No, but I’m starting to regret it.” My legs are obnoxiously itchy, most likely from mosquito bites. I balance on one foot, scratching my calf with the other.
Izzy looks over her shoulder and laughs. “Should’ve brought bug spray.”
“Ha fucking ha. Why didn’t you get bit?”
“Vampires barely breathe. Mosquitos are attracted to the carbon dioxide in your breath.”
I heave a sigh. “Of course.”
“You should be happy I didn’t get eaten alive,” Izzy says, pretending to pout a bit. “It’s not like I have much blood to spare.”
“True.” I finish slathering her up, working the lotion over her shoulders for good measure before placing a kiss on the back of her neck. It tastes like sunscreen, but I don’t care. Izzy smells good, and I’ll never turn down an opportunity to show her affection. “Ready to go home for some breakfast?”
“I want to go home for some sleep,” Izzy
says. She takes the lotion back and caps it, slipping it into her purse. “I didn’t get much last night.”
I raise my eyebrows. “Oh? So, you just watched me sleep?”
She gives me a smirk that I can tell is supposed to be evil but ends up just being adorable. “Yes. I am nocturnal, you know. A frightening creature of the night.”
I roll my eyes. “Keep tellin’ yourself that, sunshine. C’mon. I’ll drive us home and get you tucked into bed for a nap.”
Once I hop in the driver’s seat, we’re off. There are a couple cars on the road this time, and a few tractors too. Some people honk and wave, probably because they recognize Papa’s truck. I wave back, and I catch a few glances of surprised recognition. Guess people aren’t expecting to see me back in town. In a place this small, people notice who comes and goes.
“Friendly atmosphere,” Izzy says as we churn down the dirt road.
“Sometimes a mite too friendly. Someone’s always got their nose in your business ‘round here.”
We make it home without incident. I park the truck on the lawn outside the house and walk around to open Izzy’s door for her. She sighs, but lets me, and we walk into the house hand in hand.
Inside, there isn’t too much of a crowd waiting for us. It’s still early, and my brothers are all apparently snoozing away in their rooms. The only folks I see are Mama and Papa, who are busy making breakfast in the kitchen. The smell of sizzling bacon hits my nose, and my mouth begins to water.
“Sure you don’t want breakfast?” I ask Izzy, resisting the temptation to lick my lips.
Izzy shakes her head. “No. I had plenty to eat last night, remember?”
My face heats up. I do remember.
“C’mon, then. I said I’d tuck you in.”
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