Page 75 of Kentucky Nights
“God,” he seethes through his fangs, trapping me against the side of the truck. “You look so fucking good in those tiny shorts.” He tugs at the frayed ends, slipping his finger under the dark blue denim. “Wouldn’t take much for me to slide these to the side and take what I want.”
His finger inches closer to my pussy, the callouses scratching the most sensitive part of my inner thigh.
“Right here. Right now. No one would need to know. I could have you drench my palm so I can smell you on me when I compete.”
I bury my face in his black coat to muffle a moan when he pinches my clit. “Kentucky. You need to go get ready. We don’t have the time. Plus, you can’t. I’m wearing a tampon.”
“Darlin’, if there’s one thing I’ll always do, it’s have enough time for you.” He tugs on the string, stealing my breath. “You’re already getting wet for me.” Kentucky circles my clit, slow and steady to drive me insane.
“Last call for registration. Come get your numbers. You will be disqualified if you do not register.”The announcer’s voice spreads through the speakers.
Kentucky curls his lip in annoyance, showing his fangs. “Well, that’s too bad, isn’t it?” He slips his fingers free, a shine glistening off the digits. I ache for him now. “Taste yourself soyou know why I’m so addicted to eating this pretty pussy.” He rubs my juices across my lips as if he is applying lipstick.
My tongue flicks out, tracing my lips in a slow stroke. His attention is locked on my mouth, desire etched across his face.
“Later tonight, you’re mine, Dru. I’m warning you now.” He sucks his fingers, eyes flashing with the lack of control. “Mmmm,” he hums as if I’m the best food he has ever tasted. “I’m going to bury my face between your thighs.” He cups me between my legs, another growl vibrating his chest. “And then right here—” Tapping the side of my neck, I naturally tilt my head to the side to bear my throat from him. “If you’ll allow me?—”
“Last call. We are still missing three competitors. If you have not registered, you have three minutes to make your way to the booth.”
He groans in frustration towards the sky. “Okay, Darlin’. I’ve got to go. Impressing you tonight will be for nothing if I don’t get my number.” He bends down, kissing my cheek. “Tonight, Dru. Think about forever with me.”
The loud conversation of people returns when he backs away from me, seemingly starting time again. When he touches me, everything, everyone fades away. Nothing else matters. He steps back, our hands clasping onto one another. I don’t want to let go.
I have no choice when he’s too far. Our fingers slip from one another, and in the blink of an eye, he’s gone.
“Skew-dang, I’m so excited to win money.”
I scream when Lorcan pops up next to me. My hand flies to my heart from the momentary rush. “Lorcan, you can’t scare me like that. I’m human. You could give me a heart attack and Kentucky—” I fall silent when I turn to Lorcan. I do not recognize him.
Holy crap. This man is a giant.
I didn’t know he had a human form. To even see his face, I have to crane my neck back to stare up at him.
“Lorcan?”
He grins. “Don’t sound so surprised. I clean up good, don’t I?” He is perched against the side of the truck, using his leg to push himself off. “See? I know how to look like a cowboy.” He gives me a cocky spin, adding a little sway to his hips that he doesn’t need to do.
He’s wearing black jeans with rips across the knees, a tucked-in black shirt, a belt with a big matte black metal buckle that has swirling souls on it, as if they are crying out for help, black boots with silver chains hanging from the side, and a cowboy hat that matches the one Kentucky wears.
His nails are painted black too, and he has smudged eyeliner around his eyes.
I’m speechless. “Your eyes, though,” I whisper, darting my eyes left and right so I know we are alone. “They are orange.”
He clicks his tongue, scratching the back of his head. “Yeah, I can’t hide that, unfortunately. Only so many things can be maintained in this form.” He holds out his elbow. “Let’s go find a front row seat. Shall we, ma’am?” He lays on a bad southern accent that has me laughing.
“Are you wearing a gun?” I steal a glance at his hip.
“Death won’t let me carry a real weapon.”
I loop my arm through his, and we begin to walk to the bleachers. We zigzag through crowds of people. Every person I see, I’m curious if they are vampires too, or maybe werewolves. The thought is terrifying and exhilarating. We could be surrounded by other creatures, and I’d have no idea. Lorcan would, and I doubt he’d tell me.
“What? Why not? I don’t think that’s fair.”
“I agree, but being a Void and all,” he scoffs. “I’m more powerful than a gun. I don’t need one. They look so cool though.I love how Kentucky wears one on his hip. He’s ready for a duel.” Lorcan pretends to snag a weapon from his side, pulls his thumb back to ‘cock’ the gun, and fires. He even goes so far as to make the ‘pew pew’ sounds.
Like a responsible cowboy, he tucks his ghost gun in the holster. “I bet he has had many duels back in the day.”
“You think so? What was he like all those years ago? When you first met him?”
