Flying Figure Ranch ~Four~

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

This is an on-going serial about a working dude ranch specializing in prize Morgan horses and wild times with horny guests.

Alex Anderson sucked back a Jack and Coke and watched his little brother, Cody, throw shapes on stage at The White Stag. He hated to admit it, but Cody was pissing his life away on the ranch. If Alex could play half as well, he’d have packed his bags and left already. He tilted his chair back and grinned when Cody made eye contact. Only a year apart in age, he and Cody were tight.

“You know him?” a feminine voice asked from behind him.

Alex swiveled his head. A knockout in a barely there red dress stood with her hand on the back of his chair.

“He’s my little brother.” He spoke loud so she would hear him over the music and packed crowd.

“Really?”

On stage, bathed in blue light, Cody went into his solo, making ample use of the whammy bar.

“Yes, really.” He grinned up at her. “Would you care to join me?” She would say yes and then ask to meet Cody. It happened way too frequently.

“I’d love to.” She eased around the table and sat opposite him. “I’m Corinna.”

“Alex.” He waited for the question.

“Don’t you guys run Flying Figure?” she asked instead.

Surprised, he said, “It’s a family gig. But yes, we do.”

“I love horses. Been looking for a nice Morgan.”

He wasn’t sure he believed her but at least she wasn’t panting over Cody. “We have about two dozen for sale at the moment. You could stop by and see them, if you like.”

“I’m hoping to find a black gelding, show quality. Anything fit the bill?”

“We have three you might be interested in.” Maybe she was legit.

“Excellent. I’ll stop over Monday evening.”

“Can I buy you a drink?” Alex asked.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

He motioned for the waitress and as soon as Corinna ordered, he asked, “Come here often?”

“Yeah. I love hard rock, and this is the only place I can get my fix.” She smiled, showing some of the most perfect teeth he’d ever seen. Cascades of hair fell over her shoulders and down her back. Alex had always been a sucker for long blonde hair and she had tons of silky looking, golden locks. He imagined having all that hair fall over him while those lovely painted lips did indecent things to him.

To his chagrin, his dick had the same idea, swelling inside his snug pants and causing more than a tad of discomfort.

She leaned over the table and Alex found himself staring down her low cut dress.

She tittered and he jerked his eyes up to meet hers. Her smile had morphed into a smirk. She’d absolutely busted him.

“Like what you see?”

And she was bold. He liked that, too. “Yeah. I do,” he said. Maybe there was more to negotiate than the price of a good horse. His cock grew harder. Surreptitiously, he reached under the table to adjust things.

The smirk became knowing. She hadn’t missed his move. He cleared his throat and she laughed. Then she turned her attention to the stage. Oh crap.

“Your brother tears it up, doesn’t he?”

He almost sighed. He’d been right in the first place. “Yeah, Cody belongs in a real band.”

“He should go check out the Seattle scene.”

He quirked up a questioning eyebrow. “You ever been there?”

“Yeah. Seattle’s awesome. Beats cow town.”

“So why are you here?” She definitely seemed like a city kind of woman.

“My parents are here and they aren’t able to run the family business without honest help. So here I am. Accounting nerd extraordinaire. Among other things. I’m not really an accountant, but I seem to have a knack for it. They can’t afford to hire outside help and stay in the black. So I pick up the slack and do what I can for them.”

He laughed. “I never would have pegged you as a number cruncher.”

“Most people don’t. Actually, no one does. I’ve been accused of being a stripper after getting a few drinks under my belt.”

Holy crap. Did that translate to ripping her clothes off in public after a drink or two?

“I don’t deserve the bad rap. I’ve never taken off a stitch, but I might get up on the table and dance to the band.”

Alex laughed. “You’d have a hard time dancing to these guys if you were tipsy.”

“Yeah. I know. Too heavy. The music, not me.” She gave him a sly look. “There are ways to get my clothes off though.”

“What?” She caught him totally off guard that time.

She downed her drink and leaned over the table. Her sumptuous breasts nearly fell from her dress. “You ever had sex in the bathrooms?”

Had he heard her correctly? “Come again?” For a club, the bathrooms were pretty clean and the stalls roomy. But he couldn’t visualize sex in one of the little compartments.

She laughed. “Look, you’re attracted to me. I’m attracted to you. What say you we go into one of the restrooms and take care of business?”

“But what about the other people who go in. They’d hear us.”

“Oh my God. Not the public bathrooms. There are a couple of private bathrooms downstairs. One is right next to the band’s dressing room.”

“Oh.” He felt like a country bumpkin and heat filled his face. “I didn’t realize there were bathrooms downstairs.”

“Lots of things down there. You just have to know which door to try.” She gave him a come hither look, and he was more than willing to go along for the ride.

He finished his drink and glanced up at Cody who was oblivious to the audience while he practically masturbated the guitar. “Why not?”

She stood and held out her hand. A minute later she led him down a back staircase that he’d noted but never bothered investigating. He’d had no need to because the band played on the first floor.

He descended the carpeted steps to a dimly lit hallway. And a different world all together. Gas lights with whorehouse-red glass globes lined both sides of the walls. Dry-ice fog, generated from God only knew where, ghosted along the floor in translucent wisps.

“This is part of the dungeon,” she said and giggled.

“You mean this is a. . .”

“Yep. I’ve heard all kinds of kinky shit goes on down here.”

Was that the entire truth? He wasn’t so sure she didn’t have more knowledge of the lower level than she was admitting.

She led him to the end of the hall and knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “Go away,” a woman hissed.

“Oops. Someone’s already using this one. Come on. Let’s try the one by the dressing room” They turned down the hall and went to the second to last door on the right. She tapped. “Fuck off,” a gruff male voice said. A string of grunts followed.

Oh damn. “Out of luck,” Alex said. Shit. He’d known it was too good to be true.

“No we aren’t.” She grabbed his hand and led him back down the hall. She stopped at each door and pressed her ear to the wood. At the forth door, she clapped her hand over her mouth and yet a muffled giggle escaped. She tugged him along, listening at the next four doors. She stood longer at the last then knocked gently.

When no one answered, she tapped again, waited, then peeked inside. “Come on.” Once inside, she locked the door behind them.

Alex looked around in fascinated wonder.

“We’re supposed to pay to use these rooms but as long as no one busts us we can grab a freebie.”

Alex couldn’t believe his eyes. Chains with heavy cuffs dangled from the walls, along with masks, whips of every variety, and items he couldn’t identify. A large bed with red and black satin coverings sat in the middle of the room. Restraints were attached to the posts. Large candles dominated a bedside table.

Corinna spied the candles. She sped to the table and lit them. “Flip off the light.”

He did as she asked and the room was plunged into dancing candlelight and eerie shadows.

Corinna went to the wall and looked over the gadgets. “Want to try out some of the toys?”

“You ever do that?”

“I’ve played a little. Nothing hard core. Not my scene. You?”

“Never tried any of this stuff, but. . .” He cocked an eyebrow. “Can I tie you up?” Where the hell had that come from? He’d never even thought of restraining a woman before, but he found the idea oddly thrilling. Having her helpless, totally under his control had a certain appeal. Not that he wanted to cause harm. He’d taken a swing at more than one man for being cruel to women in the past.

“You sure you haven’t done this before?” she asked.

“Positive.”

She gave him a grin. “Okay, you can tie me up. Loosely.”

“I wouldn’t want to tie you tight. That isn’t how women should be treated.”

“My, you’re a good one. I’ve been with a couple of guys who wanted to get rough. I’m not into that crap.” She glided around him, close enough to brush against him. When she stopped, they were facing each other. Her breasts grazed his chest, her nipples hardening into little peaks. He reached for her, slipping an arm around her slim waist, he drew her up to him.

His erection pushed at his jeans and she rubbed slowly against him with her pelvis. Alex groaned.

“Like that?” she asked.

He rubbed back. “Of course I do.”

She stretched up, tilting her head for a kiss. He bent and pressed his mouth to hers. She was warm and silky soft. Her arms slipped around his neck. Alex’s hands traced down and grasped her ass, bringing her into better contact with his straining cock. She ground on him and opened for his probing tongue.

Her kisses tasted slightly of mint and the drink she’d had. Alex stroked along her tongue in slow easy sweeps. Then her hands were between them and she was working his jeans loose. He gasped into her mouth when her warm fingers caught him and squeezed.

Reaching behind her, he fumbled for the zipper, found it, and ran it down. He grasped the silky garment at the shoulders and peeled it off her. The dress dropped and puddled around her feet in a crimson pool. Now clad only in stilettos, she stepped free of the material.

Her breasts weren’t that big, but they were high and firm. She didn’t have an ounce of fat. Every inch of her was trim and toned. “You work out. A lot.”

“I dance. A lot. I teach ballet to a stable of young ladies when I’m not number crunching. It supplements the income my parents pay me.”

“Wow. A ballerina.”

“Once. I lived in New York for a while. Did a show or two. It’s a tough business. Teaching is rewarding enough, and the kids don’t give you half as much grief as the New York prima donnas.”

“I bet you’re good.”

“I was. I am. But I’m not good enough to ever be the star of the show, so it doesn’t matter.”

“Maybe for the snoots in the city. But here you would outshine everyone.”

She grinned and it lit up her face. “True. But some of my girls are coming right along. Who knows, maybe I can teach one of them enough and they will be a star some day.”

He was impressed with her. A lot of people would be bitter to touch a glamorous world and not be able to go all the way.

“Anyway, it was fun and frustrating, so I’m probably better off here in hickville.” She turned and pulled the covers down on the bed, presenting him with a good view of her shapely ass. His cock jerked and cat fast he was up against her back.

She giggled and pushed into him, grinding on his shaft.

He wedged a hand between them and slid his probing fingers between her legs. She spread them a bit, giving him better access to her silky flesh. His fingers grazed over moist skin then sank into her opening. She widened her stance and a little gasp of pleasure slipped from her.

He eased out of her and stroked her nub. She rewarded him with a gentle moan and rubbed herself on his fingers. He let go of her trim waist and captured a breast instead. The orb was firm, pert in his hand. He massaged gently then took the pebbled nipple, rolling and pinching in an alternating pattern until she groaned and cupped her other breast. Copying what he was doing. Together, they pleasured her for long moments.

A cry came out of her and she bucked hard on his fingers. When she stopped quaking, he withdrew and released her.

She turned to face him. Then grasped his jeans and started pushing them down his hips. Grinning, he stepped back. “No,” he said. “I’m in charge. Get on the bed and spread.” The game was on.

“Yes, sir,” she said, jumping right into character. She climbed onto the bed, positioned herself in the middle and lay spread-eagle.

He crawled in beside her and fastened the restraints on her wrists, though he was careful to leave them loose enough that she could pull free if she wanted. Next he buckled the straps around her shapely ankles.

He stood, and after fishing a condom from his jeans, stripped. He might not have an athlete’s body, but he was strong and toned from ranch work. He had no flaws to hide.

Her eyes roamed over him and she licked her lips.

He raised an eyebrow.

“My, you work out regularly,” she said.

“Yes, it’s called work,” he said and laughed. He put the foil packet on the night stand and crawled back onto the bed. After positioning himself between her bound legs, he met her gaze. Here lovely blue eyes sparkled with anticipation. He bent and ran his tongue along the inside of her thigh, stopping mere inches from her wet, glistening center.

She gasped and a quiver ran through her.

He licked up her other thigh but stopped short again.

He kept licking until she whimpered with need and her hips gyrated on the bed. Grinning he zeroed in on her shining folds, touching with the tip of his tongue.

“Alex,” she moaned.

Meeting her eyes, he stroked her slit and licked up to her nub. He circled the little bud and nipped gently, holding the sensitive flesh with his teeth while his tongue laved over it.

“Oh, God. Alex. You’re killing me.”

He licked and tickled, and worked at her until at last he plunged his tongue inside her slit. She groaned and thrust her hips upward, grinding herself into his face. He licked harder, faster until she let out a long whimper that sounded distressed.

His head shot up and their eyes locked.

“Stop teasing me to death and fuck me, Alex.”

He sat up and crawled up over her. Supporting himself on his elbows, he captured her lips in a long, lingering kiss. She arched her back, pressing up against his swollen cock. He kissed along her jaw and nipped her earlobe.

“Alex, if you don’t get on with it, I’m going to explode.”

He laughed, but reared back. He retrieved the little square from the bed side table and ripped it open. Enjoying himself, he took his time rolling the latex onto his dick.

 Once covered, he straddled her. Then he reached between them and guided his shaft to her entrance. He plunged into her heat, filling her with one hard stroke.

She murmured her pleasure.

She was delightfully tight. He pumped vigorously, advancing and withdrawing, building a delicious heat until she writhed under him and a deep cry of satisfaction ripped from her. Not even close to his own orgasm, he kept pumping. He pistoned into her, drilling her. Within moments, he had her moaning, her hips meeting his thrusts, taking him deeper within her.

He kissed her, claiming her lips then he deepened the kiss, cutting off her moans of pleasure. As his orgasm neared, she bucked under him in another release. A moment later the tingle in his lower back signaled his own peak.

He slammed into her and came hard. When it was over, he eased off her and discarded the condom.

She wiggled her hands. “Okay, big boy. Untie me.”

He glanced over and smirked. “Nope.”

“What?” She looked indignant.

“I’m stronger than that,” he said and shoved his hair back. “I’ll be ready for another round before long.”

She grinned and her eyes gleamed. “I always knew country boys beat city boys any day.”

“That’s true, my lady. That’s so very true.”

Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Lord of Shadows ~ Seven ~

Lord of Shadows is an ongoing serial story.

Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex

Recap: In part six, Tierney discovers that while he and Sarah slept, someone broke into his home. She talks him into spending the night in her family guest house.

“No way,” Tierney sputtered.

“You have to,” Sarah said. “You can’t sleep here all day when you’re alone and vulnerable. You’ll be perfectly safe at the guest house. No one would think to look for you there.”

As much as he didn’t want to leave his home and go to some strange place, he couldn’t argue with her logic. Still, he wasn’t comfortable with the idea. She was placing him square in the lion’s den. “What if one of your father’s goons decides he’d like a little rest and relaxation instead of going out to scout for victims for your father?”

Sarah planted her hands on her hips and looked at him as if he’d said the dumbest thing she’d ever heard. “Tierney, you’re smarter than that. None of the men would dare go in Mamma’s sanctuary.”

“And if your mamma decides she needs some peace and quiet?”

She won’t. She has too much to do. My aunt is having a huge coming out ball for my cousin. Mamma is helping get everything organized. She’ll be heading over to their house as soon as it’s acceptable to show up.”

“Okay. I’ll go.” But he wasn’t happy about it. Though he was even less thrilled with the idea of an unknown human prowling in his home as he and Sarah slept, blissfully unaware while curled in each other’s arms.

***

An hour later, Sarah opened the door to the guest house and ushered Tierney inside. She lit a table lamp and handed it to him. “Take any of the upstairs bedrooms. They all have strong locks. There’s a small library if you get bored.”

“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. Besides, it’s difficult for me to remain awake during the day.” He glanced about the place. Much smaller than their main home, it was almost cozy. A huge fireplace took up most of one wall. Not that he would be making any fires to announce his presence.

He had to admit, staying here probably made a lot more sense than sleeping in a compromised house. Biting his lip, he touched her arm.

She glanced at him, her eyes questioning.

“You realize this will have to be dealt with. I have to find whoever was in my home and deal with them.” The time had come to take off the gloves. If someone intended to kill him, then he had to strike first.

“I know.” She looked him dead in the eyes. “I also know for a fact it wasn’t my father.”

“I think you’re right. But it may very well be one of his men.”

She nodded. “Tierney, I understand. I don’t want any details. But I can’t lose you. No matter what it takes.”

***

Tierney prowled the strange house as he waited for Sarah. His sleep had been peaceful and undisturbed, yet he was antsy and needed to move. Unfamiliar surroundings and the proximity of the main estate, not more than two hundred feet away, left him on alert and over stimulated.

Against his better judgment, he lit a few candles. He saw perfectly without them, but Sarah couldn’t. He hoped the thick velvet drapes smothered the flickering light and kept anyone from seeing the soft glow.

Maybe he should go out and check. Tierney unlocked the door, and like a wraith, slipped into thick darkness. He walked far enough onto the lawn to get a good view of the guest house.

A thin vertical line of light ran down the center of the window where the drapes met. “Shit,” he hissed and raced back inside to overlap the offending material. As he made the adjustment, Sarah let herself in.

“Are you fixing the curtains? I saw the light in here.”

“Yes. Step outside and see if it’s okay.”

She did as he asked, reappearing in moments. “It’s fine now. I hope no one else caught a glimpse of that.”

“You and me both. I should have known better and only lit candles in the back rooms.”

She didn’t say anything but her eyes reflected worry.

“Are any of your father’s cronies over there?”

“No. And he hadn’t come out of his study yet. So it’s probably no big deal.”

He eyed her from head to toe, taking in her deep purple-blue dress and matching wrap. “You look like a queen in that color. It suits you.”

“Thank you,” she whispered and slid into his arms.

With delight, he breathed in her flowery scent. “You smell good, too. In fact, you smell so good, I think I want to eat you.”

Giggling, she pressed tighter against him. Tierney’s cock rose to the occasion.

She laughed again, reached down and stroked him through his tight britches. “Oh, goodness, what’s that big hard thing I feel?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe you should keep checking.”

With a hand that was rapidly becoming skillful, she eased down inside his trousers and wrapped warm, questing fingers around his length.

Tierney closed his eyes and groaned. Everything she did to him felt so good and so right. She ran her hand up his cock, stopping at the head, where she smeared a finger through the tiny amount of liquid that had gathered at the slit.

Tierney moaned his pleasure. “Jesus, Sarah. I’ve never known a woman like you. You’re so beautiful and so perfect.”

“I love you, Tierney,” she whispered, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a soft kiss. After a moment, she skimmed her tongue along his lip. With a groan, he opened, allowing her into his mouth where she stroked over one fang and then the other. She nearly felled him with pleasure.

Her arms eased about him and he drew her up, soft curves pressing into him. He picked her up and her legs wrapped around his back, clinging tight. The heat of her body warmed him.

Now his tongue was in her mouth, stroking slowly along hers until she moaned. She grabbed the leather tie in his hair and pulled it free, letting the long strands fall loose.

“I love your hair. It’s so long and thick. Like other parts of you,” she said and giggled.

He kissed his way up her jaw-line and down her throat below her ear where he licked the delicate skin. She moaned and sank her nails into his shoulders as she tilted her head.

Ravenous, he pressed kisses over the pulse before driving his teeth into her. She moaned softly as he drank. Only partially sated, he backed off, cleaning the wound with his tongue. He couldn’t take much from her. Instead, he would have to go out later and hunt. A half feeding wasn’t enough to hold him in check for long, and he wouldn’t risk hurting her on accident.

He gently detached her and set her on her feet. She leaned into him, resting against his body.

Too bad he couldn’t get his hands on the person who’d broken into his home. He’d satisfy his hunger and take care of his problem all at once. He sure as hell couldn’t stay at her father’s guest house. After making love with Sarah, he would go home. Maybe the dirty bastard would be there snooping through his house again.

Sarah stroked his cheek, snapping him back to the present. “Don’t worry, love. You can stay here for a couple of days. No one will stop by. I don’t think my father has been in here one time when Mamma didn’t drag him.”

That was good to know, but he still couldn’t push his luck. “I’ll have to head out and see what I can do about securing my home. Staying here is asking for trouble.”

Sarah looked disappointed but nodded.

Tracing his hands up her sides, he cupped her breasts and stroked his thumbs over the pebbled nipples. A little sigh of pleasure escaped her as she let her head drop backward. He bent and pressed kisses at the base of her throat but made himself stop. The thought of her blood was too tempting.

He took her hand. “Come on. Let’s go upstairs.”

Back up in the bedroom, he pulled her into his arms. “You make me so hot. How did I live all these years without you?” Then his lips were on hers, seeking entrance. His tongue eased along hers in slow sensuous strokes. Pressing tightly to him, she moaned from deep within her. Her breasts crushed against him, the taut nipples hard like little pebbles.

He latched on to a firm globe through the material of her gown. His thumb slowly stroked the nipple.

Her hands skimmed over his chest and on down to his trousers where she worked open the buttons. Warm fingers gripped his already hard length and freed him from the confines of his pants. The cool of the room felt good on his hot flesh. Her hand began the slow stroke he loved so much. She was going to be the perfect companion to spend the rest of his life with.

Warmth seeped through his body, and he bucked his hips forward, wanting more contact, more skin on skin. She delved back inside his britches and grasped his balls. Gently, she squeezed and released then stroked the delicate flesh until he was almost whimpering.

“You like that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“You know I do.”

She put her hands on his chest, and with gentle pressure, urged him to move backward. He did as she wished until he bumped into the mattress. Then her fingers were on his pants again, shoving them down until he stepped out of the garment.

“Sit, babe,” she said.

As soon as he did, she moved between his legs and went to her knees.

Tierney’s cock jerked in anticipation.

Her hand closed around the base of his dick as she met his eyes. A sly grin bloomed on her face before she bent and her tongue shot out and circled the engorged head. She probed at the tiny slit, taking the single drop of precum.

Tierney’s fingers bit into the soft mattress and a moan floated from him when she eased him deeper into her mouth. She hesitated then took more of him.

“Oh, my God,” Tierney moaned.

Holding him securely, she slid up and down, finding her rhythm.

Tierney’s hips bucked, trying to shove more of him inside her. She giggled around his bulk and kept her hand in place at the base, blocking his efforts.

As he reached the verge of orgasm, she backed off.

A frustrated groan slipped out of him.

“You know I’m not going to let you do that,” she said and laughed again. Her fingers began working loose the long row of tiny pearl buttons running down the bodice of her gown.

Tierney grabbed her and pulled her down on top of him. He took over for her and she tackled his shirt. When he finished, she stood and let the dress fall about her feet. She stepped free of the pooled silk and kicked off matching slippers. Glorious bare skin was all she wore beneath.

Tierney removed his shirt and reached for her again, this time she fell in his arms. He fastened on one firm breast, laving over the peak while his hand caressed its twin. She sank her fingers into his hair and moaned her pleasure. Switching, he took the other orb in his mouth while stroking over its opposite’s damp nipple. After abandoning her breasts, he gently pushed her down on the mattress. His hand lightly skimmed over her skin, over her belly, on down until he reached the juncture of her thighs. Once there, he sank his fingers into the soft curls before pushing between her legs.

Delving into wet heat, he caressed slowly over swollen flesh and dipped into her opening. He pumped then withdrew and stroked over her nub, coating it with her moisture. He moved in tight circles around the hard little bud until she laid panting and grinding her hips against his fingers.

He stopped working her clit and rolled onto his back. “Mount up, baby, and ride me,” he said with a grin.

She straddled his hips, took hold of his length, and positioned the head at her entrance. With a gasp of pleasure she impaled herself on his cock, sinking until they were skin to skin. She caught his hands in hers and began a slow pump. Their combined groans increased with the speed of her motion. Picking up her pace, she threw her head back and a long moan came out of her. After long moments, as she orgasmed, she rode him hard, slamming herself on his shaft.

When her body stopped quaking, he grasped her waist and rolled them so he had the dominant position. His mouth found hers in a hungry kiss and he nibbled at her lip. As he positioned himself better, she drew up her knees and wrapped her legs around him.

Tierney pounded into her, driving deep with each thrust. She unlocked her hold on him and planted her feet on the bed. Pumping her pelvis, she kept up with him, working with him for shared pleasure. A long moan tore out of her. She was close. Tierney was closer.

He was going to reach his peak soon. Determined to bring her to orgasm, he pumped harder and faster, sawing into her. Her moans and grunts increased in volume as her back arched and she cried, “Tierney. Oh, God, Tierney.” Hips rocking hard, her pussy squeezed him with tight contractions, gripping him in her heat.

A moment later, his orgasm roared through him, hurricane strong and lightning hot. He continued pumping until he began to soften inside her, then he slid from her clenching walls. He rolled onto his side and gathered her close.

He needed to go home and take care of things, but first he wanted to hold her for a little while. He had the rest of the night to leave and secure his bedroom.

What if someone set the house on fire? With him in it.

He hadn’t considered that possibility. If someone lit his place, he was done. He couldn’t survive fire. No vampire could.

“You have to stay here,” she said as if she’d read his thoughts.

He wanted to go home.

“Promise me, Tierney. Promise you’ll stay another day or two. At least until we have time to go back to properly secure the place. It’s late already. You don’t have enough time tonight.”

Much as he didn’t want to admit it, she was right.

He lay staring at a zigzagging crack in the wall as he debated what to do. Staying under the nose of the man who wanted to kill him was playing with fire, but so was going into a house that had been breached.

He was probably safer right where he was. It was time to start making plans to get them out of New Orleans. He could put the house up for sale through his solicitor once everything was packed and ready to ship to. . .wherever they decided to go.

Shit. He was stuck for at least a day or two.

“When we leave New Orleans, where would you like to go?”

“I think I’d like Charleston. I’ve heard it’s beautiful.”

Charleston? Sure. Why not? “We could blend in there just fine. Charleston it is.” Actually her choice was excellent. It wouldn’t take that long to travel there. They could go by water and quickly ship their belongings. Yet Charleston was far enough away that her father shouldn’t find them, assuming they covered their tracks.

“Yeah,” he said. “I think Charleston is a great idea. He grasped her hand and placed it on his hardening cock. “If I’m going to stay here tonight, we may as well take advantage of it.”

She stroked him with slow, deliberate motions. “I couldn’t agree more.” Her lovely eyes sparkled as she increased her pace. “Since we’ll have all night together. Let’s see what a vampire can really do.”

“Is that a challenge, my love?”

“Yes. It is.” She gave him a sly grin.

He quirked an eyebrow. “I hope you’re up for the answer,” he said and rolled her onto her back.

~***~

Copyright © 2011 Nickie Asher

All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.