Page 38 of Dear Mr. Vampire

Zand rested his hand on top of my head and guided my head down over him. I was determined to take him deep down intomy throat. I blocked the gagging and choking that tickled my throat when I plowed down on his huge dick.

“Ugh!” Zand groaned.

This was a signal he was at his peak.

He grasped a huge chunk of my hair and pushed my face down into the water and further down on his pole. I pressed my lips tightly over his veiny skin. I wildly sucked his dick like a pro.

“I want to be inside you.”

No!I said in my mind. I was going to make him squirt all his cum in my mouth. I covered my teeth and pressed my lips as hard as I could. I salivated and rolled my mouth up and down his shaft.

“Oh shit! I love you!”

I hurried my pace. I sucked and choked all over him but I was willing to do whatever it took.

“Fuck!” His fingernails scratched my scalp and he exploded in my mouth and tears leaked from the corners of my eyes.

“Oh Fuck!” Zand released my hair and more liquid seeped down my throat. I swallowed all his little Zand’s and gradually removed my mouth from being wrapped around him.

I sat on my legs and watched him. His eyes were closed and his head tilted to the ceiling. He looked so blissful. I looked down and most of the water was missing from the tub. My hair was a mess. I couldn’t stop staring at him. He reached up at me and opened his eyes.

“Come, let me hold you.”

I turned my body around and glided back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and held me closely. I closed my eyes. He’d said something in the heat of passion. I heard it and I loved hearing it. I wanted more. I wanted him and if he wanted me too, this could be something.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

ZAND

We were in Minnesota for five days. I couldn’t call the road trip a success. Although death was something I was used to, it wasn’t some badge of honor. There was a time I was surrounded by death. Those were dark days for me. Days I prefer to leave in the past.

We stayed in Bloomington long enough to attend Craig’s funeral and his burial. Craig’s family moved quickly when it came to putting their loved one to rest. There were no hiccups or quarrels that I noticed. There were no silly issues about money, casket color, or floral arrangements. The funeral went smoothly and I’m sure that helped Morgan, which in turn helped my dear Chanel.

The drive back to Chicago was somber. We rode in silence most of the way, and it wasn’t awkward. It seemed appropriate given the situation. There were things I’d seen and kept to myself, observations I made as the person that wasn’t actually distracted by grief. I was there to support Chanel, the woman they all called Coco— the woman I was willing to open my heart to.

I had skills Chanel didn’t know of. One was my keen sense of observation. There was a man at the cemetery lurking around.He didn’t belong there, but I was the only one that noticed him. He was out of place. He was pretending to visit a gravesite, but he seemed far too interested in the mourners at Craig’s final resting place. He could’ve been just a very nosy grave keeper. But that seemed highly doubtful. Sometimes my need to protect the ones I cared for overshadowed my judgment.

When we reached the city limits, I felt Chanel relax back into my leather seats. I could feel she was anxious, tired, and a host of other emotions. Chicago gave her some comfort, and I hadn’t forgotten she was running from her ex— Alonzo Lopez. I’d acquired his last name while having a chat with Mitchell. He didn’t know he was giving me information I didn’t already have, but he was quite talkative. I used that to my advantage, of course.

I unloaded our luggage. While walking toward the building, I glanced down at the flowerpot by the door. I led us into the apartment building. Chanel was moving slowly. I’m sure it was from being cramped up in the car for such a long time.

“I’m exhausted. I’m happy to be back. I can sleep in my own bed.”

“Or mine.” I offered. I felt so intensely connected to her, and I was sure she didn’t know what I was feeling. The feeling was scary, but I embraced my fear. Chanel was mentally and physically exhausted, so I tucked her into my bed. I cuddled up to her and waited until she fell fast asleep.

I’d been away from the club for a week’s time. Chanel tried to convince me to go back to Chicago days ahead of her. There was no way I would leave her alone. I had a connection to her I couldn’t explain. It wasn’t obsession. I’d been obsessed before and it didn’t work out well for me. It didn’t bode well for the lady I was infatuated with also.

What I felt for Chanel was vastly different. It was a uniquefeeling that I couldn’t put into words. It was a feeling I refused to deny. It was maybe, it couldn’t be, but felt like— love.

Chanel didn’t accompany me to The Castle on our first full night back in town. She had to fall back into her work-home routine. Also, I was well aware that she knew Craig and didn’t really want to be at a nightclub right after burying her friend.

Things instantly had fallen back into a rhythm between us. My sabbatical was over. I had to go back to the club the third night back in town because we had a very famous deejay spinning.

Surprisingly, Chanel came to the club with me. I loved having her by my side. She was the buffer I needed to ward off the women that were bold enough to approach me. Her presence scared away the women I had slept with once. Chanel wasn’t intimidated, by these women. Her confident attitude and bitch resting face was just enough to send the harlots on their way.

I knew I shouldn’t use her as a bodyguard, but her presence calmed me. She put me at ease. She had been working long hours to make up for the days she missed while in Bloomington. I wished she didn’t have to work so hard. If she were mine, she wouldn’t have to work at all. My modest living did not equate to my wealth. I just didn’t flaunt my riches, but I was rather wealthy.

This wasn’t the time to be throwing my fortune around. I wanted her to love me for me. I actually wanted all of her love. I would stop at nothing to get it. She was so poised and polished. Men undressed her with their eyes. I saw it happen too many times, but she never seemed to notice. Or she didn’t let on that she knew how desirable she was.

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