Page 16 of Grave Throbbing
He didn't need to worry. Harley shoved him against the nearest bookshelf and kissed him back, his hands at Key's waistband, rucking his shirt from his jeans and running warm fingers over his skin. They'd both had plenty of blood, thanks to the stop at Blood Drive. Now, Key wanted to put it to good use, if Harley was willing.
Harley's kiss had been on Key's mind for over a century. It was even better than he'd remembered. Harley's body guided him, the same way he'd done on the dance floor all those years ago.
Key ground his cock against Harley's thigh for more friction and found Harley as hard as he was. Harley pulled away, but Key saw none of the earlier trepidation in his gaze.
"Follow me."
Greed was still scrolling on her phone. She ignored them, even though she could smell their desire from that distance.
Harvey cleared his throat, but she continued to stare at the device in her hand.
"Empress Marcella will arrive before dawn tomorrow morning, as planned." That got Greed's attention. "She will hear your case at the courthouse the following dusk." Key wasn't surprised they'd said all that with the Latin they'd exchanged.
"Do we have to miss work tonight?" Greed asked.
"We have an on-call temporary service at V.A.M.P.," Harley countered.
"For a sex worker?" Greed shook her head.
"V.A.M.P. caters to all professions."
V.A.M.P. also provided the blood donors to Blood Drive. Key had asked his interviewer if he could be the taste-tester for the different types of blood. No wonder they hadn't invited him back for a second interview.
Greed huffed a long-suffering sigh. "An escort to and from work would be better."
So far, Harley was handling Key's annoying little sister's antics with a respect she hadn't earned. Key wanted to send her to bed without dessert the way he had when she was a bratty little child. Harley disappeared into his office and emerged a moment later. "It's done."
"Thank you." She grinned. "I like my job. I don't want to lose it."
"And me?" Key asked.
"Pirate!" Greed clapped her hands. "It's time for the pirate costume we've been working on."
Harley looked like he wanted to argue. Instead, he stepped into his office, asked for another security detail for Key, and returned to the living room. "I'm going with you," he said. "I know some of Dobbins's muscle. I can help the security team."
Key was still turned on, but something new crept into his chest. Harley cared about them. He was taking the situation with Dobbins seriously, whereas the staff at the courthouse had been apathetic at best. Key assumed they'd played a more sinister role in Dobbins's plans, but he wouldn't know for sure until Empress Marcella arrived.
Key didn't want to think about Dobbins, the empress, or any of it any longer. He followed Harley across the room to another door.
Harley's bedroom was immaculate. Harley had run around his place acting like it was a mess when they'd arrived, but Key had difficulty believing Harley left anything out of place.
"Clean freak." Key smirked.
"Did you see all those synthetic blood containers?" Harley reached for the door, as though he was going to run back through the living room to grab his recycle bin and prove it to him.
"I only see you." Key didn't care if he sounded like a sap. He'd wasted too much time to let Harley run off to find garbage, of all things.
The groan Harley gave him was worth it. Harley tossed Key onto the bed as though he weighed nothing and was on him in an instant with vampire speed. Key had wanted to remove his shirt and jeans before he got this far. He was trapped beneath Harley as his mouth ravaged Key's and his hands sought purchase everywhere, even tweaking his sensitive nipples. Key didn't mind. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else.
Harley rocked back and kneeled over him. Key stilled at his gaze, aware of Harley's sheer strength. The older vampire could rip his heart out of his chest in an instant. He didn't have the look of a predator, though. Harley did his best to fit in with the humans, but Key had seen through him when he'd watched him scout the club on Fanglory's security feed. He was the most dangerous vampire there that night.
Harley studied him. Key wondered what he saw, and if he liked it. Harley wasn't as still as the dead, but his face was sometimes unreadable, even with a mask of desire tinging his cheeks pink and almost eclipsing his irises with black.
"The first one naked gets a reward," Harley said.
Key liked the sound of that. As soon as Harley was off him, he hopped to his feet, tore out of his clothes, and leaped back on it.
Harley was faster. He would always be faster, thanks to the century he had on Key. Harley landed in the middle of his bed with his hands behind his head while Key was still tugging at his socks.
