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I could still feel the places she’d last hurt me, the woman who haunted me like a specter in the night, her touch cruel, her smile even crueler.
I was a five-foot-nothing ball of rage. I ran on plant fuel and sarcasm—even dragging a thousand-pound chain of trauma behind me, I still only weighed about five pounds soaking wet. I knew I was about as intimidating as a bug-eyed chihuahua.
Trees are assholes, I decided, beautiful assholes, but assholes all the same.
The sadness followed me all the way home. Something bad had happened there. I could feel it in my very bones.
I had the most reason to hold a grudge against his family. What occurred had been a town-wide tragedy, but it had been my life that was ruined, forever impacted by one woman’s rash decision. God, I probably should hold a grudge. I should hate Blair on principle for what his mother did to my family. I should loathe him.
“Richard. It’s supposed to rain,” Collin whined. “It’s gonna get all slippery and I’m gonna slip right off into the road and then some car is gonna be going too fast to see me and they’re going to hit me and I’m gonna die and you’re gonna be like ‘Oh man, too bad I was a dick to Collin and abandoned him in his time of need.’” Jesus Christ. “Where are you?”
“You don’t even like animals,” Collin told me, even though I clearly already knew that. I glared at him. “I like them,” I defended, even though he was right. “Riiiiight.” He shared a look with Chastity and they both stared at me for a moment. My skin crawled from the attention but I forced myself not to react. Instead I just glared back, glowering them into submission.
Richard was one of the homophobic brothers.
no honey no
Jesus fuck, it was like going through a second puberty. Except I was twenty-five and a vampire,
At one point he disappeared and I heard angry voices in the hallway, but he was back quickly enough, writing away—and I dozed off again to the sound of him muttering, “Lust! Ha.”
“Yes, the history.” Sandra looked at me for a moment, something softening in her gaze as she spoke in a far gentler tone. “Are you not aware?” Am I not aware of what? “I’m confused,” I said, brow furrowed. She grimaced in response, a dark curl escaping her loose bun to trickle along the side of her neck as she seemed to debate the best way to proceed. “Your father was murdered in that house, Mr. Evans.”
Apparently, I was particularly gifted at one thing at least. Inadvertent plant murderer.
he interrupted me, glaring at me in a frankly adorable but terrifying way. It was like staring into the eyes of a demonic chipmunk. Except taller. A lot taller.
Everyone had always been intimidated by me because of my family status, our money, our dark past. Even my size caused unease— but Blair didn’t care about any of that. He had defiance etched into his body in a way that screamed ‘I’m not scared of you.’ I wanted him. I wanted him so fucking bad.
It made me wonder how perplexed he’d be if I divested him of his black jeans and sank my ass down on his lovely cock. There was no way with hands and feet like his that riding his dick would be anything other than a religious experience. Praise be, Richard and his monster cock.
“So why won’t you let me buy you a burger?” Man. I had to give him points for tenacity. “Two reasons,” I explained, holding up a finger. His eyes flickered to my hand immediately, his brow lowered in concentration as he waited for me to speak. “One. I don’t like you.” I held up another finger. “And even more importantly; Two, I don’t like you.”
Could it even be possible that I’d stumbled upon a town with supernatural creatures? Were supernatural creatures even real? Jesus. That was a sobering thought.
You better not be falling for the village homophobe, I threatened myself. I will cut you.
“I don’t…” Richard paused, seeming to weigh his words before he turned his attention back to me. “I don’t…people well.”
just like me frfr
Richard was a cocoa wielding, flannel wearing, sex machine who may or may not be undead.
Either something was seriously wrong with me, or I was in love with Blair Evans.
“I told you. Collin said so.” “Collin…said I was homophobic?” “Well,” I hedged. “No. But he didn’t have to. It was clear. You know, in the context clues.” “In the clues…I see.” He started nodding, though it felt suspiciously mocking. “Sorry. I’m just—” He shook his head. “I’m wrapping my head around the fact that the guy I’ve been hitting on since he moved to town somehow not only didn’t catch onto the fact I was hitting on him but also somehow decided before he’d even met me that I’m homophobic.” Wait. What? “Wait, what?”
“Makes me wanna make you fucking take it,” he grunted, clearly embarrassed but soldiering onwards, too turned on to stop. “I could hold you down, speak to you all sweet, and you’d spread those sexy thighs wide open like a pretty little flower.”
“Motherfucker, promise me you’ll last at least three minutes or I’m cutting you off.” I threatened my dick angrily where it very clearly pressed against the zipper on my jeans. The clattering in the kitchen stopped. I blinked, glancing over the back of the couch suspiciously. Did vampires have super-hearing? No, right? “Did you just threaten your own dick?” Richard called from the kitchen, the laugh in his voice not even a little concealed. Motherfucker. “No,” I denied, even though we both knew I was lying.
“I won’t go inside—” Richard promised, his voice broken and barely there. “I just—I just wanna know what it feels like.” He snapped his hips up into his grip and I whined, my ass clenching and unclenching against him just to hear the broken whine he released every time I did it. “Just a little?” he questioned, brow knit together, his eyes searching, begging as he caught mine. “Just a bit? I promise.” I nodded, eager and desperate as he pushed up against me, stripping himself faster and faster, the slick noises filling my mind with memories I’d play on repeat for possibly the rest of all time.
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