Chapter 8 – Jack #2
I folded my hands together in my lap. I couldn’t lie. “Maybe a little. Maybe a lot. But Noah’s going to go slow, and if you both want this, it’ll be worth it on the far side.”
“I’ll go slow, I promise,” Noah told her, and I heard the earnestness in his voice.
“Okay,” she breathed.
“You’re up then, Noah. She’s wet, and you’re wet. Grab hold of yourself at the base, make your cock steady, and line it up, get ready. Tabitha, you keep talking to us both, all right?”
“Okay,” she said, her voice a little higher than it had been before.
“You tell him when he can push inside you. And if you say stop, he stops. Don’t be brave and don’t be quiet.”
There was a pause. “I’m nodding,” she informed me, and then to Noah, she said, “Go.”
I heard him gasp, likely as the head of his cock met the heat of her pussy, and I knew we had done our job, he and I—I could scent her sex in the air, and I was sure between his spit and her orgasm, that we had left her dripping.
“Oh,” she told him.
“You okay?” he asked, nervously.
“I—I think so. It’s just . . . awkward. And pinches. But I want you to keep going.”
“You’re sure?” he checked in.
“If you’re gonna make me feel like you did with your mouth earlier, at the end of this Noah, then yeah,” she said softly.
“I’m going to push, then.”
“Do it,” she encouraged him, and I realized that, far beyond any physical explanations I’d managed to give them tonight, the gift of talking to one another directly, about what they wanted, was what they were truly paying for.
I heard her make a sharp intake of breath as he grunted. “Tabby?”
“I’m good, I’m good, just, ow—it’s—keep going.”
“Okay,” he said. He grunted, she made a soft yelp, and then he groaned. “Oh my God, Tabitha, I’m all the way inside of you, and you’re so perfect.”
Tabitha let out a sigh, and the sharp scent of blood rose up in the air, married with their sex.
My fangs started to descend, unbidden, and inside my jeans I got rock hard.
As trite as it was, there was something about first times.
I closed my eyes, remembering fucking Paco in a bathroom stall, when I first realized I could go for guys because of him, and weeks later at that same club when he’d let me taste his blood—just like he’d begged and asked.
He wanted me to take his blood, but as it turned out, he didn’t want mine.
“Oh, Tabitha,” Noah moaned behind me. I heard the bed start to creak as he began to thrust, and I wondered if Fran had made the bed creaky in here on purpose, all the better for “pretend cheaters” to fear getting “pretend caught.”
“Do you like that?” he asked her.
“I’m starting to,” she told him. “It’s like . . . there was this space in me . . . that I never knew wanted to be full. But now that you’re in it . . . I don’t want you to go.”
“I won’t, I promise,” Noah said, and I heard the sound of him softly kissing her. “I can’t believe I’m finally in you. I wanted this ever since we got engaged last year. I even touched myself thinking about it, with you, sometimes,” he confessed.
“Is real life better?” she asked, in all apparent sincerity.
“Yes. Oh, yes. Oh, God—forgive me, Lord—Tabitha—Tabby—” he said, as the bed’s creaking reached a fevered pitch.
“Do it in me,” she begged him. “I want it.”
Good girl.
Noah let out grunt after grunt, and I knew he was coming for her, just like she’d asked him.
The wave of his passion swept out from their lovemaking and over me, almost as innocent as hers had been, only slightly more heady, with a darker tint, which felt appropriate seeing as his cum was now mixing with her blood.
To be young and in love . . . as opposed to immortal and in pain.
I closed my eyes, willed my hard-on down, and pulled my fangs fully in.
“Okay, lovebirds,” I said, standing up. “I think you’re on a good course now.
See if you can make yourself feel like that on your own, sometime, Tabitha—fingers can be as good as a mouth.
And Noah—next time try to rub her while you’re inside her, all right?
” I picked up my coat without. “Practice makes perfect, alone or together,” I said and reached the door.
“Mister Jack!” Noah called up from behind me.
“Yeah?” I asked, pausing without turning around.
“Thank you,” he said.
I tugged the brim of an imaginary hat and walked out the door.
I walked back to the front of Fran’s business, where Janice squinted at me. “Your hair’s dry. You didn’t shower.”
“I didn’t need to, trust me.”
She made a sound like that wasn’t happening in this lifetime, and then Fran emerged from the back. “Well?” she asked, her voice rising. “How was it?”
The edge of my hunger was off, for a night. “Not . . . bad?”
She winced a little on my behalf. “But not good, eh?”
“Just weird, mostly.” I shook my head and gave her a warm smile.
“Leave those kids alone, if you can. They’ve got a lot of figuring out to do.
But as for my first ‘client,’” I said, so Fran could hear the air quotes, “if she comes back, tell her I don’t want any.
And neither do you.” I gave Fran a meaningful look, which she clocked.
She knew I was a vampire, but her employees did not.
“Gotcha,” she said, with a strong nod. “She said she left you your tip in person?”
“Tickets to a show.”
“Tourists,” Fran said and laughed, then leaned over to give me a sly look. “Well, whatever show it is, want to take me?”
I tapped the pocket where the ballet tickets were. “Sorry, Fran, but I think I already have a date.”
I drove to Dark Ink out of habit, unwilling to be alone at home when in theory I could be “working” the rest of the night.
For some reason Luna’s car was still in the parking lot, even though everything was already closed and locked up.
That made me a little nervous on her behalf, but if anyone had kidnapped her for ransom, they’d probably change their mind and be ready to pay me to take her off their hands soon enough.
I let myself in, the overhead bell chimed, and the first thing I could smell was him.
Paco.
He’d been here.
Why?
Why not call me—or drop by my place?
Why hadn’t I come in to work tonight of all nights?
But once I’d gotten over my shock at that, I could tell other things had also gone on.
I went into the office, which my nose told me was the scene of the crime.
It looked like it’d been trashed and the scent of sex was heavy in the air.
I leaned past the chair to glance in the trash can and saw two used condoms in it, like shed snakeskins.
I felt a sudden rush of anger. I knew Luna hadn’t done anything with Paco, or everything in this small place would smell vastly different and far more familiar—but we had a business to run—and then I realized this must’ve been exactly what I made Angela feel like, left to my own devices here every night, and her knowing what I’d done the next day.
I rocked back. There was no way I was going to get any real work done—I’d just spend the rest of the evening hoping Paco would return. And as much pain as I could handle physically, it wasn’t worth me torturing myself like that.
I left the office just as I’d found it and turned around.