"Only because we don't want to sound like idiots when we talk to you."
"See?"
"But, I'm sorry I blurted that out, if that's not something you wanted to hear."
"Jason?"
"Yes?"
"Make love to me. Because, yes. I love you, too."
He kissed my neck and I craned my head, wanting his lips on mine. I started grinding my hips against him, undulating to feel him move inside me. Still kissing me and holding a breast, his hand snaked its way down my belly and cupped me. A moment later, he used his whole hand to rub me from where he pierced me, to just above my patch of red hair. I whimpered at the sensation and the movement in my hips became erratic, trying to get every ounce of pleasure from him.
He pulled back a little and gave me the happiest smile I'd ever seen. "I'm going to come again."
"Do it. I want you inside me."
He spread his fingers, pulling me open and letting my clit slide between his fingers as he rubbed. My head fell back completely against his shoulder. His other hand squeezed my breast almost to the point of discomfort, it was perfect.
"Are you close?"
All I could do was nod.
He started shifting his hips back and forth, adding fuel to my fire. Curling his hand, the tips of his fingers found my nub and applied pressure, sliding from side to side. It was more than enough to finish me off.
It started in my toes, curling them up against the cold floor as I rocked on top of him, short spasms as my orgasm worked its way up and up into my brain. Gasp after gasp flew from my mouth as his fingers stopped dancing and he buried his face in my neck, shuddering with an animalistic grunt as he came.
"Fuuuuck," I shouted as everything else faded from my vision.
Everything except for Chief walking through the front door and shouting, "Jason! You home? Dot?" His voice trailed off as he took in the scene on the couch. His eyes widened until the whites were bigger than the blue. "Shit! Sorry!" He turned around and walked back outside.
I couldn't help it. I started laughing.
"I'm a fucking dead man."
Chapter 8
Thanks for the heads up Chief was here.
Was I supposed to?
It would have been nice!
What were you– Never mind. My apologies. Next time hang a sock on the door.
You're a funny puppy. Yes, you are.
Don't get pissy with me because you got caught with your pants down.
Har har.
I smiled. For a dog, he did have a tremendous sense of humor. But then again, he wasn't really a dog. For a demon, he had a tremendous sense of humor.
I pulled my sweater down and opened the front door. Chief was standing there talking to Jaeren. I was surprised he didn't have a gun pointed at him, pretty sure I hadn't told him he was now on Team Dot.
"You can come in now."
He looked over his shoulder and nodded. "Nice…uh…talking with you."
"Sorry about that," I whispered when he got close enough.
"Don't worry about it. I didn't think to knock. It was actually my fault."
I didn't even make a sarcastic comment. "Yeah, well. I'm sure that's not something you wanted to see."
He stopped in the door, leaned over, and gave me a kiss. "I always want to see you naked. Jason, not so much, but beggars can't be choosers."
I chuckled.
"Now where's that asshole, brother-in-law of mine? I'm gonna kill him," he shouted toward the closed bedroom door before silently belly chuckling. Chief had a huge sadistic side. I stared at him in shock.
"First words out of his mouth were, 'I'm a fucking dead man.'"
"That's awesome."
"No, it's not. It's mean!"
"But, funny."
"That's true, too. Go tell him you're not mad before he jumps out the window or something."
"Jason. I'm kidding! You can come out now."
"No, you're not," came his muffled response from behind the door.
"See what you did?" I turned in Jason's direction. "He's not kidding, Jay. Come out."
"You promise?"
"I promise." I swatted Chief as he unholstered his weapon.
"Come on! It will be classic."
"No!"
"Fuddy duddy."
"That means a lot, coming from you."
"Ouch."
"Just kidding. You're a lot of fun. Sometimes."
"Double ouch."
"Quit picking on my Jason."
He chuckled. "Fine."
The door clicked and creaked open. "You're not going to shoot me?"
"Maybe."
"Chief! He's not, Jason. He's just teasing you."
He sighed and opened the door. "Sorry, Bill."
"Don't be. She's right. I'm just teasing your dumb ass. I've known for a while."
"Really?"
"Really really."
"You're not mad?"
"Nope. I'm actually happier about her and you than that pervert she hangs around with."
"Josie?" I couldn't help it. I had to.
"No. The one with the dick."
"Josie?" I was on a roll!
Chief and Jason both snorted. Then looked thoughtful.
"Anyway. What brings you out to the middle of nowhere, and how did you know not to shoot the elf?"
"Jimmy gave me a heads up on the phone. Well, I came to see Jason, actually." He turned to Jason. "You wanna grab a beer and hang out?"
"Tomorrow? I have class tonight."
"Oh. Yeah. That sounds good. Class?"
"Business management class."
He looked from Jason to me. I nodded and smiled.
"That's fantastic! I want to see your report card, though."
"Yes, Dad."
"No. That's kind of creepy," I said, wide-eyed.
Chief even made a disgusted face and nodded. "Yeah. What she said." He looked over at me and said, "As for the elf, I ran into Jimmy downtown."
"Ahh. Sorry, I forgot to call you."
"You sounded busy. No worries."
"Yeah. Now I have to plan a trip Underhill."
"Under who?"
"Hill. Faerie. Where the elves live."
"Oh. Need a Chief?"
"No. The Lady was very adamant about who gets to go with me."
"Yeah. Jimmy mentioned that, too. I don't think I'll ever get used to that."
"Try talking to her in person… It's rather unsettling."
"Nope. That's what our high priestess is for. I'll arrest the bad guys, you talk to the gods."
"Gee, thanks."
"No sweat."
"Speaking of which, I need to go see Shea. He…um. He's on the list."
"Of potential boyfriends?" He grinned.
"No. Trip to Faerie." I rolled my eyes. He was getting as bad as Jimmy.
"Aww. Shucks."
"Shucks? You just want to see him naked."
"Man's gotta be sure."
"Of?"
"That he's a man. I swear he's a woman."
"He's fae and feminine. Hell, look at Jaeren. Put some makeup on him and he'd be beautiful."
"He's too tall."
"I have some foundation and eyeliner in the car…"
"You can stop now."
"I will if you will."
"Deal," he said and held out his hand to shake on it. As soon as I took it, he pulled me in for a kiss. I didn't mind at all, throwing my arms around him. When I pulled away, I stared into his beautiful blue eyes and smiled. "You switched aftershaves."
"Bout time you noticed."
"Just took me a minute to process it. I should have noticed when you walked in the trailer and my eyes didn't water."
"Do you like it?"
"I do. It's very masculine. Just like you."
"Rawr," he said jokingly.
"I hate to interrupt… But I need to get going. Wash the sheets before you leave," Jason said with a chuckle and headed for the door.
I blushed. Okay, my head almos
t exploded, but I shook it off and stepped back from Chief. "No kiss?"
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "If I gotta. But you were just kissing Dad."
"I swear to gods, one more Dad joke and I'm going to barf on your shoes."
"Yeah. That is kinda gross. I'll stop. But tell him to quit acting like it sometimes," he said with a wink and kissed me fervently, right in front of a very defensive looking Chief.
"Okay, this stepped into the realm of surreal. I'm headed out, too," Chief said.
I grabbed his arm and Jason's, taking the one step to the door before we had to let go to fit out the door and down the step. It was awesome while it lasted though.
"Bye, honey. Honies."
"Bye, Dot." Chief said and headed for his Jeep.
Jason grabbed my hand and walked me to my car. As I passed by Bessie, I trailed a finger over the hood and whispered, "A bheith mar a bhí tú," under my breath.
"I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Sure. Come by the house in the morning before heading to the store. I don't know when we're leaving for Faerie, but I'll let you know when I figure it out."
"Can I bring you coffee? Wake you up with a kiss?"
"Holy fuck, that sounds perfect. I'm keeping you."
"Forever?"
"Forever."
"Then my plan worked. Who knew all it would take is a little coffee?"
"It wasn't the coffee. It's all the sweetener you just poured into it."
"But you hate sugar in your coffee."
"But I like sweet things with my coffee."
"You gonna eat me?"
"That's your job," I said with a wink.
I'm going to throw up in your back seat if you keep it up. Dar made a mental gagging noise.
Come on, Dar. This. This sweet shit right here is the reason for living.
Hmmph. Meat.
That, too.
"That's two jobs I absolutely love."
"You love your job?"
"Helping you full time? Who the hell wouldn't?"
"Just about everybody else on the planet."
"I think that might be the most untrue statement anybody in history has ever made. Most of us would fight each other to help you."
"That's because I do sexy things for you."
He frowned. "No. That was the most untrue statement. Even if we weren't dating and doing sexy things, I would still have said the same damn thing. You…you're very special. We see it. You need to start, too."
And just like that, I cried. The smooth talking, sweet little shit reduced me to tears. "Damn it."
"Dot!"
"Shush. Not another word. Get to class."
"Are you happy or mad?"
"Are you serious? You just said the sweetest thing to me and made me happy. Joyful tears."
"Oh, whew. Thought I went too far."
"When you're being sweet, there's no such thing."
"I'll keep that in mind."
I nodded and let him kiss me goodbye.
"See you tomorrow."
"Be careful."
"Love you."
"Love you, too."
He turned around and saw his brand new 1967 fire engine red Buick LeSabre. "Holy shit!"
I chuckled softly to myself and got in my car. He could thank me later.
Hehehe.
I started the engine and backed up enough to turn around, laughing at the poor kid on his knees, paying homage to his vehicle.
You're too nice to that boy.
He deserved it.
Oh? Did he work extra hard making you feel lovely?
Yes, he did.
Insert prostitute joke here.
Go ahead if you want to walk home.
"Next time you wish to drag me along so you may mate, please advise me to stay home."
I took my eyes off the road and looked at Jaeren. He was staring intently at the road ahead of us, not wanting to make eye contact. That's not how I rolled. "Well, it wasn't planned."
"I could hear every word and sound."
Ew. I loved an audience, but the thought of him listening…didn't work for me. Not even a little. He was too much of a prick. "Not my fault. You should have gone for a jog or something."
"I could not leave you alone. What if ill had befallen you?"
"Like getting impaled on something? Cuz that kinda happened, anyway."
His reaction made it totally worth it. "Are all humans this vulgar?"
"First of all…not human. Second of all…no. I'm kind of special."
"Humanity might still have a chance."
Dar snickered from the back seat.
"Shut up, elf."
We rode in silence. I debated turning the radio on but decided to take the opportunity to press him for some information. "When are we going to Faerie?"
He opened his mouth to speak but made no sound. I didn't think anything of it until he grabbed his throat.
"What's wrong with you?"
He couldn't even make a wheezing sound. He was panicking and slapping the dashboard. "What the hell is wrong. Are you choking? Answer me!"
"I cannot speak!"
"Uh…pretty sure you just did."
"Strange. For a moment, no words or sounds would leave my mouth."
"Strange, but wonderful."
He shot me a dirty look.
You told him to shut up and then answer you.
What?"
You told him to shut up. He couldn't speak. You asked him what was wrong and commanded him to answer you. He may not be a familiar, but he can't ignore your commands, apparently.
That's not true. I told him to bark like a dog and he didn't. That proved he wasn't a familiar.
You told him to bark like a dog. Remember, Dot, magic is one third intent. You might have told him to, but did you really want him to?
Well, I wanted to find out if he was a familiar. He wasn't.
You didn't want him as a familiar. You never intended for him to bark.
Well fuuuck.
He may not be a familiar, but he cannot ignore a command that you mean. This is not a good thing?
Maybe.
Try again. Focus your intent. You wish to hear him woof.
"Hey, Jaeren. Bark like a dog."
"I will not play your games, Woof. What did you just do?"
"You said I'm not a witch. Tell me what I am."
He narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips. He started panicking again when he said, "You're a–" At least the seatbelt stopped him from banging his head against my dashboard.
"It's a good thing," I answered Dar.
Do not taste his blood. Just in case.
Good idea.
On a whim, I turned the car and headed toward Shea's. I didn't have his number, but now would be a good time to talk to him. I'd mentioned the trip to Candace and she reluctantly agreed, only when she found out the goddess herself had put her on the guest list. I hoped Shea's reaction would be a little better.
We're not going home?
"In a bit. I want to talk to Shea about the upcoming trip."
Dar morphed into a human in my back seat. I tried not to think about his naked ass on my leather. Not that there was anything wrong with his ass, it was quite lovely. And blue. I just didn't really want naked buttocks leaving ass prints. Or ball prints.
He stretched and smiled at me in the mirror. "That's better."
"Why don't you shift more if it's more comfortable."
"Because it would make others uncomfortable. Sometimes I do at night while everyone is asleep. I raid your refrigerator and have a few beers."
"Help yourself."
"I did not think you would mind."
"Not at all. And forget everybody else. You do what's comfortable for you. You might want to put some clothes on, though."
"They do not shift with me. It is why I always appear naked. Even in Gehenna, nudity is the norm. We do not need clothing to protect us from the elements."
"This is upstate New York. You' might need so
me clothes to protect you from shrinkage."
"Gehenna is warm. Some might even say hot. But the cold does not bother me, either."
"Hell never freezes over?"
"Rarely. Only when the Cubs make it to the World Series."
"Huh?"
"Baseball joke. I should have known you were not a fan."
"No. No sports at all. Guys in sports uniforms, yes."
"You have quite the…drive."
"Must run in the family."
"Yes. After meeting the other two members, I must agree."
"So, you're comfortable in this form around me, but not other people?"
"Yes. Mostly."
"Why?"
"Because, you are my master and have accepted me in whatever form I have worn. For that, I thank you."
"Don't mention it."
"I won't."
"Good." I chuckled.
Chapter 9
I knocked softly on the door and glanced back at my car. Jaeren was giving me dirty looks through my windshield, not appreciating my joke, at all. We needed to work on his humor if I was going to be forced to spend a hundred years with him. I was amazed he could walk with the three-foot-stick he had up his ass.
The door cracked open behind me. I turned around and saw Shea peeking out at me.
"Lady?" He opened the door and I gasped. He was wearing a gray sweatshirt hoodie. It was the first time I had ever seen him without his heavy black cloak.
"Hey, Shea. Have a minute?"
He nodded and stepped aside, letting me in. "I was just pouring some wine, care for a glass?"
"Sure."
Once he closed the door, he pulled his hood back and I noticed how dim the lighting was in his apartment. My eyes adjusted and I could make out every detail. If I didn't have vampiric vision, I wasn't so sure I could have. It was that dark.
Instead of lamps, large pillar candles illuminated the living room, casting flickering shadows on the walls. It felt more like a den than a living room. I liked it.
"Smells good in here. Lavender?"
"Yes. The scent calms me."
"You don't seem like the uptight kind."
"Usually, I am not. But moving and being in a new place brings stresses of its own."
"Well, I might have some more to add to that."
He paused, having just finished pouring the two glasses of wine. He added more to both of them with a little sigh and set the bottle down on the counter. The bottle was unlike anything I had ever seen. "How much more?"
"Like quest level."
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