Page 28 of My Road Trip with a Vampire: Season One
I huff out a breath.
“Fine, I’ll stay. But we’re not playing slapjack. Your vampire speed is an unfair advantage.”
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An hour or so later, I find myself losing yet another round ofTrash.
“Ok, I need a break from cards,” I say, unlocking my phone screen to see it’s three in the morning.
“You’re adjusting well to the night schedule,” he says.
“Yeah. Not too hard when I’m used to a wonky sleep cycle. Iama bartender. Do you really sleep all day?”
“No, I still live a full life indoors when the sun comes up, but there are places better suited to my lifestyle than a campground.”
He smiles and scoops up the cards, shuffling them neatly into the deck before moving to grab his laptop.
I'm ready to relax. I open my bag and search for my own comfy clothes, but the material I pinch is silky between my fingers.
Shit.
My travel bag only has my new nightgown and none of my soft two-piece sets. I consider sleeping in the clothes I’ve been hiking around in, but that sounds horrible. I clear my throat and turn my back to Dennis.
I take my shirt off first and slip the nightgown over my head, making sure it covers my hips before I take my panties off. The fabric feels smooth against my body. It’s one of the purchases that Barb insisted on, and I thought she was kidding when I saw the price tag. But I’m glad she tossed it in the pile because the deep purple silk clings to my body, and the edges of black lace sit lightly against my thighs and cleavage.
Dennis isn’t looking at whatever is on his screen when I walk back to my bag. His eyes are following me, and I wonder if he watched the whole show.
“I thought you said something about it being uncomfortable for humans to watch other people get dressed,” I say.
“I said it seems to be uncomfortable for humans. As a vampire, I have no problem with watching.”
My mouth opens to say something, but he grins and turns his attention back to the vampire business on his computer.
I should probably nap since I don’t plan on spending the day in the tent with him. I’m getting to the library as soon as it opens. I need a quiet space so I can focus on ghosts.
Not vampires with abs and cute eyes that make it easy to ignore the fact that they’re capable of things like killing, maiming, or abducting humans like me.
A good book. That’s what I need.
I reach for my e-reader and my knuckles brush against something rubbery. Yep. My hot pink dildo. That’s off-limits tonight.
I plunk down in my sleeping bag and try to lose myself in the gothic horror I was reading the morning before I met Dennis. I was super excited to see what would happen next, but now I can’t concentrate.
I close out the book and search through my library until I find a Regency romance I’d forgotten about. I love historicals and how the heat builds slowly throughout. It’s easy to lose myself in all the instances of hand touching and smiles from across courtyards. Then I get to the first scene where a corset is being undone and feel the familiar ache between my legs.
It would be a perfect late-night read if I had access to my toys.
I screw up my lips and look over at my bag sitting right next to Dennis.
Too bad. Even if I could be discreet, he’d hear me. Now I’m kind of wishing I’d taken him up on the offer of helping me with my own tent.
My cheeks start to burn thinking about it. Would he be able to hear that from here?
I can’t stop myself from thinking of what it will be like next time I get an opportunity to play a little. Heat shoots through me. He might end up listening while I lie in my room in the next hotel, touching myself. But as much as the thought makes me feel shameful, I’m equally turned on by it.
I have to wiggle my hips around to try to get comfortable again.
“Beatrice,” Dennis breathes, snapping me out of my thoughts. My name sounds gravelly in his mouth.
