Page 29 of Fiends and Familiars
When we finally came up for air, I was breathless, hot, and desperate to have him naked and inside me.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whispered, well aware that a few of the other patrons were beginning to look our way. Normally I wouldn’t mind, but having an audience of six teens wasn’t my thing.
“And go where?” He turned me in his arms so my back was against his front, then nibbled down the side of my neck as he pressed my ass against that rock-hard erection.
I didn’t have the patience for driving all over town looking for a hotel, and I certainly didn’t have the patience for the thirty-minute drive into Accident. That left one choice.
“My place.”
He stilled, and for a second I thought something might be wrong.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Was he just being gentlemanly? Like the opening door thing? Or was I detecting a note of regret in his voice?
Before I could think further, he spun me around and kissed me again, driving every last bit of doubt from my mind.
The ride back to my place seemed excruciatingly long. He opened the car door for me and I fell into his arms. For a moment, I wondered if we’d even make it into the house, or end up doing it here on my lawn, but he pulled away with ragged breathing and yanked me toward the door. I barely had time to dismiss the wards and unlock the deadbolt before I was in his arms again.
Buttons popped and clothes tore. He pushed me back against the wall, knocking over a lamp and two picture frames along the way. I frantically tried to kick off the remains of my pants and my underwear as his hands grabbed my ass and hoisted me up. My legs wrapped around his hips and I gasped as he eased himself inside.
Damn, he felt good. I wanted to take my time, but I was hungry and desperate. Round two would be more leisurely. Right now I wanted hard and fast.
One of his hands held my butt while the other gripped my hair. His mouth left mine and he buried his face into my neck with a sexy growl, nipping the skin gently. I tilted my head back, encouraging him with breathless moans. My nails dug into his shoulders and I felt my orgasm swell, then crest. I shook in his arms as he came. We stood against the wall for a few ragged breaths, then he dropped down onto the couch, pulling me on top of him. His hands caressed down my back and I rested my cheek on his chest thinking that this was the best sex I’d ever had—better even than those dreams the past few nights.
And if this fast-hard-quickie had been good, imagine how incredible it would be once we took our time and explored at our leisure.
Holy feathers and fur, it had been amazing. I mean A-maze-ing. My whole body tingled and all I could think of was doing it again, and again, and again. Could I reschedule my appointments for tomorrow and just have sex with Ty all day long? I’m pretty sure a fae didn’t have anything pressing to do. Well, except feed his hounds, and maybe he could call a neighbor in Accident to do that for him.
This guy…he was funny, smart, courteous. He was gorgeous, built like a freaking god, and the sex had been damned mind-blowing.
I sat up, straddling him. “Do you want to go to a bonfire tomorrow night?” I asked, thinking an invitation to my family Sunday night dinner wouldn’t be super appropriate yet.
He stretched, then pulled me back down against his chest. “I’d love to.”
Actually I was hoping he’d spend the night and I’d see him first thing in the morning.
“Maybe I can stay, and we can do breakfast?” he asked, as if reading my mind.
“I’d like that.” I planted a quick kiss on his shoulder and got up, pushing away his hands as he tried to pull me back down. “I’ll be right back.”
I had to use the bathroom, then maybe I’d fix us something to eat. Or maybe I’d just sprawl over top of him again and go for round two. With a quick smile over my shoulder at the sexy man on my couch, I snuck into the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom, ignoring the questioning glance from Drake and the squirrels.
As I was freshening up, I heard them all heading into the living room and winced. I wondered if Ty liked birds and squirrels as much as he liked dogs? Suddenly the living room erupted in sound. I heard Ty shout, then Drake started shrieking and hissing. The squirrels made their “danger” noises. Rhoid screamed. I ran out of the bathroom still naked and into the living room to see an equally naked Ty throttling one of my squirrels.
“Don’t you run away, you bastard,” he snarled. “You won’t escape me. I’m going to pop your head right off and drag you back where you belong.”
“No!” I shouted, horrified by the situation. When had the suave sexy guy I was half in love with turned into some kind of monster who hurts poor defenseless squirrels?
Ty froze, Rhoid dangling from his hands. The squirrel bit down hard on his finger. He yelped but held on.
“Drop the squirrel,” I commanded.
Sorrow flickered across his face, then his expression hardened. “No. I can’t. I’m sorry, but I have to take him with me.”
What the hell was going on? We’d had a wonderful date. We’d had sex. And now he was throwing that all away to kill a squirrel?
“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I promise the makeup sex will be really good. I’ll even grovel a little. I just have to kill him and take him to hell first.”
