Page 33 of I Hate Myself for Loving You
Twitching within her, Lassiter sighed when her ass rubbed against him. The crisp hair on his thighs scraped against her and she luxuriated in his maleness.
He shifted beneath her, but she held him by wrapping her thighs around the tops of his and clenching the muscles of her cunt. On the tips of her toes, bracing herself by gripping his wrists, she rose and drove downward, letting the sleek heat of his cock drive into her.
It jolted him and he reacted by gripping her waist, digging into it to drive deeper. His cock flared, swelling within her. Avery could literally feel the blood course through it. Her ass hit his thighs with each plunge she took, impaling herself on the rigid fire. Sliding a finger down to her clit, Lassiter stroked it, bringing it to a hard nub.
Leaning back in his embrace, wrapping her arms around his neck, she let the rough stubble of his chin score her neck. Avery focused only on the complete fulfillment she felt with him inside of her.
Her senses were raw, aware, hypersensitive to every vein that pulsed with the rush of lust. The sweet sound of their flesh slapping together.
His lips suckled her neck, tasting her flesh, rasping his tongue over it, and she caved in that instant.
The throb of his cock, her cunt, slick and aching became more than she could bear. She came with velocity, while Lassiter’s cock was buried in her pussy and his lips caressed her neck. With his silken head of hair against her cheek and his puffs of breath in her ear.
She gyrated her hips as she soared upward, letting only the hot seed of his release be her goal.
His arm, tight and sculpted, held her around the waist and he lifted her with his thrusts. He shouted her name when he came, thick spurts of his seed spilling into Avery while he did.
Quiet overtook the bathroom, an eerie calm with the scent of their lovemaking permeating the air. The harsh breaths they took slowed.
Avery floated back from where she’d been to the reality that was now between them. If they could only forget everything else but this, Avery would. But they had so much between them. It was time to bridge that gap.
Now, before anyone else was hurt by this lonely quest Lassiter seemed to think he had to make alone.
“It’s time to talk, Lassiter,” she reminded him, her voice sounding like that of someone else to her ears, hoarse and scratchy.
“Yeah, it’s time to talk.”
Chapter Eleven
“The parakeet.”
Lassiter rocked back on his heels and gave her a wary glance, taking her with him to the old sofa he had in the living room and plunking down on it. “Yep. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother. Drake. His name is Drake.”
“And he’s always been a bird?”
“For as long as I can remember being in foster care. My parents died when I was seven. I was found with Bud, er, Drake and the letter. I couldn’t read or maybe I should say, I didn’t understand the letter for a long time, but I never told anyone I had it. I only knew my parents left it with me and told me to always keep it safe, that someday I’d understand. I made such a ruckus about keeping him that I guess the state let me. We were moved a lot until the Fullers found me.”
“So you did know your parents?”
His handsome face had a faraway look. “Yes. I don’t remember them as well as I’d like, though.”
“I’m sorry, Lassiter. I’m sorry they’re gone.” Her remorse was clear when she grabbed his hand to squeeze it.
“Anyway, Drake is cursed. I’m guessing my parents thought the state would split us up. Turning Drake into a parakeet was a possible way to ensure I’d keep him.”
“Call me crazy, but I gotta ask. How can you possibly know that Bu— Drake is really a human? I mean, you don’t, right?”
His chuckle was ironic. “Yeah, I do. We can communicate via telepathy. He talks to me all the time. He understands everything. In fact, he said to tell you he’s glad I stopped being an ass.”
Avery laughed out loud. “Well, tell him, me, too. So you had the letter and if I think I understand this properly, you dug up a lot of Adams land because Adams is a common last name and you were searching for a needle in a haystack, right?”
Lassiter ran a hand over his hair. “Right. As crazy as it sounds, that’s what I did and I’ll keep doing it until I find what I need, Avery.” His words were said as almost a threat.
Avery held up her hands like two white flags. “Hold onto your fangs there, pale boy. I’m not denying you the right to dig stuff up anymore. Now that I understand, of course. See before? Avery had no clue there was a purpose to Lassiter’s mindless destruction, because he didn’t tell her. Understand?” she teased.
Lassiter rubbed her hand with his. “How do you tell someone, anyone, you’re a vampire?”
“Point. Tell me about this vampire stuff. Don’t you need blood to survive? How did the state explain that to the Fullers, or any of your foster homes for that matter?”
