Chapter 21
TWENTY
Jen
I’m getting used to being woken up with fresh coffee. Adam comes into the room with a big grin on his face holding a tray of coffee and bagels while my alarm is still ringing. “Morning, beautiful. Blueberry bagel today.”
I sit up, rubbing my eyes and blinking at the daylight through the open window as he sets the tray down and leans in to kiss my cheek.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Mmm. I feel like I got two nights’ worth. What did you do while I was asleep?”
“I went for a run. Felt good to exercise again. I’ll probably pay for it tomorrow. I think I’m going to talk to Vinnie about going back to work next week.”
“That’s great.” I’m about to say more when my gaze drifts to Adam’s cock, which has been resting on my nightstand since yesterday. As if on cue, it twitches, veins straining along the shaft.
He follows the direction of my gaze and chuckles. “Morning wood.”
“You still haven’t cum?”
“Nope.” He puffs out his chest like he’s proud of himself, and honestly, after yesterday he probably deserves to be.
I waggle my eyebrows at him. “You want to?”
“Not yet. Jen, I can go days without. You were right.”
My mouth drops open. Is this really my Adam turning down a quickie? Miracles really do happen.
“Why? Do you need me to take care of you?”
That squirmy, restless feeling starts low in my belly, but I check the time and groan. “Oh shit. It’s later than I thought. I don’t I think I have time.”
He just laughs and reaches into my bedside drawer to pull out my huge wand vibrator. “Are you telling me you don’t have two minutes?”
“Just how good do you think that thing i—”
He turns it on, and just the sound of the buzzing makes a trickle of moisture escape to slide between my lower lips. I suck in a breath. “Well, maybe two minutes.”
The words have barely left my mouth when Adam grabs my thighs and yanks me toward him, lifting my hips to make short work of the panties I wore to sleep in.
I let out a desperate moan when the head of the wand makes contact with my pussy in the just the right spot above my clit. It’s so intense I buck away, but Adam catches me and holds me in place. “Come here. There’s no time for messing around. This is serious.”
I laugh, but it’s no good. He doesn’t let me escape. All I can manage is the most shameful porn star sounds as he turns the intensity of the vibes up and presses the wand right against that perfect place. “Oh fuuuuuck.”
“Yeah?” He leans over me. His gaze bores into mine.
I nod. “Yeah. Oh god.”
“You gonna be a good girl and cum, Jen? I know you want to.”
Oh shit. Now he’s coming in with the dirty talk. I’m going to be a fucking mess in under a minute.
My chest heaves with each breath. My legs quiver, but he’s wedged between them, holding them open. “You better not move, Jen. Come on, you need this don’t you?”
“Mhmm.” It’s so intense I have to squeeze my eyes shut tight and bite the pillow.
He presses the button again. There’s a tiny click, then I start to see stars.
“Fuck yeah you are. Look at you.”
A slight movement of the head of the wand across my clit and I’m done for. My back bows. I scream into the mouthful of pillow.
Pleasure sears a fiery hot path all the way down my spine and curls my toes. Just when I think it’s too much, another wave breaks over me and clenches all my muscles. Then the delicious release and I’m floating, not fighting it anymore, just flying on that feeling.
I open my eyes and look up into Adam’s face as I cum, and he urges me on all the way to the end.
When I absolutely cannot take any more, I reach between us and push the vibe away from my clit. “You’re fucking dangerous with that thing.”
“Don’t tempt me to prove it all over again.” He tosses it on the bed and rolls me over, smacking my ass. “Time to get up.”
I groan. I’d really rather go back to sleep now, preferably with him spooning me.
When I don’t move, he smacks it again. “Hurry up or I’m turning it back on.”
“I’m going,” I grumble, pulling myself out of bed and into the bathroom.
Half an hour later, I’m stuffing my keys into my handbag and hunting around for where I left the last bite of bagel that was too good to throw out.
Adam hands me the plate. Then he holds out something wrapped in a lacy pair of knickers. “Hold onto this for me today?”
Grinning, I tuck his dick away and give him a kiss on the cheek before I leave for work. I guess we’re officially dating again. Sure feels like he blew away all my reservations with an unprecedented number of orgasms in twenty-four hours.
I’m already waiting for his text when it pops up on my phone an hour after I start my shift.
Adam: So I found this app…
Funny thing is, I catch myself smiling ear to ear about the very same thing that had me breathing smoke a few days ago. I guess a dick in your handbag will do wonders to change your perspective.
Jen: hmm let me guess. Dick Swap Marketplace?
Adam: not exactly. Besides, I like my dick.
Jen: me too. So what is it then?
The next message is a screenshot. The homescreen of the app is red and black with a set of teeth with red devil’s horns. The words ‘Third Fang’ are emblazoned across the image dripping with blood.
Jen: um… you’re sure this is for monster dating and not vampire blood donations?
Adam: vampire what now? Wow, OK, an ick I never knew I had. Nah, this is definitely monster dating. It’s for couples looking for a third
My cheeks heat, and my heart rate jumps immediately. Are we really doing this?
Just then Annie walks past and spots me with my phone in my hands. I shove it guiltily into my pocket. “Sorry. Thought I left the oven on.”
She lifts a brow. “Do you smile like that about all your kitchen appliances?”
Busted. I look down at my feet, hating that it was Annie who caught me. My eyes snap back to her when she laughs.
“Honey, we’ve all been in love once or twice. I get it. Now get your head in the game. I’ve just had a phone call about a crash just outside of town. We’re about to get smashed so hard we won’t have time to take a shit.”
“Damn. I’m on it. Where do you need me?”
“I want you triaging. I’m going to take care of the interns, make sure they still want to come back tomorrow.”
“You got it.”
She’s not wrong. I don’t sit down for the next six hours of my shift and my phone sits forgotten in the pocket of my scrubs. I’m in the locker room, staring at the back of my locker wondering what I was looking for, when my phone buzzes.
I blink, pulling it out of my pocket.
Adam: sorry if I’m pushing too hard. Just tell me to can it
He sent three messages earlier, and I missed all of them.
Jen: Sorry. Shit of a day. I’m beat. Let’s talk about it more when I get home.
Jen: Did you talk to Vinnie?
Adam: Yeah. Fill you in when you get back. Dinner’s on the stove
I like this new version of us. I’m even smiling on the subway wondering what he cooked me.
When I open the flat door the rich, savory smell of meat stewing wraps me up like a hug. Adam pops his head around the corner a moment later. “Hey. I’m pouring the wine. Go put your feet up.”
I drag myself the last few steps to the sofa and sink into it with a groan. My back aches. My feet ache. My brain feels like it’s swirling in a fog. “How was your day?”
He comes in a moment later holding an enormous glass of red wine and a bowl. “Are you hungry? I made osso buco.”
My stomach rumbles, reminding me I didn’t have a chance to eat yet apart from the breakfast he made me. “Starving. Can you bring the bathroom here though? I really have to pee.”
I wave him away when it looks like he would pick me up to take me, and I accept the bowl of stew. Halfway through my second bowl and most of the glass of wine, I’m feeling way more human.
With a huge sigh, I put down the bowl on the coffee table and lean back, holding my belly. “That was amazing.”
“You liked it?” Adam clicks mute on the TV.
I nod.
“Bad day?”
“Bad crash on the M1. No casualties, though. Not at the hospital anyway. So that’s something.”
“Sounds like hard work.”
“There was this one woman. Wanted to argue with me when she had to wait half an hour. She’d come in with her kid who got something stuck up his nose. Couldn’t understand why he wasn’t top of the list.”
Adam snorts. “What was it?”
“Dunno. A marble I think. Get this, though. It had been up there for three days before she brought him in.”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know how you don’t just lose it at these people.”
I shrug. “I almost did, but at the end of the day, she was just worried about her kid.”
There’s a pause. Adam pulls my feet into his lap and starts rubbing them gently, and my soul just about leaves my body. “You’re never allowed to stop doing that now that you’ve started.”
He laughs. “So I called Vinnie.”
“Oh, that’s right. What did he say?”
“Well he was pretty shocked. But I think he took the whole zombie thing pretty well. Started asking me about running specialist supernatural classes. He’s been trying to crack that market for a while now, but we’ve never had any luck before.”
“I’m glad he’s looking at it from a positive angle.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s wrong?”
He’s quiet for a moment, his hands working over my feet. Then he sighs. “What if it’s weird when he sees me? What if something falls off at work?”
“Well I’m happy to take care of the important bit for you.”
He gives me a halfhearted smile.
“Hey.” I nudge him with the foot he’s not massaging. “You’re great. You’re really good at your job. He’ll get used to it. We’ll just sew you up again if something happens.”
“Yeah.”
He’s quiet for a while. I know what will cheer him up, though. “Tell me about Third Fang.”
A smile creeps back onto his face. “Really?”
“Sure.”
He pauses the massage for a moment to pull his phone out of his pocket and hand it to me. “Take a look.”
I unlock the screen and open the app, holding back my laughter at the terrible logo. The main page loads, and I’m immediately met with the profile picture of a minotaur with a wicked smirk on his face. The caption beneath the picture reads: experienced bull for MF, MFM, and FFM
Well OK. I scroll down, finding a few more pieces of information—age, location, size. Size! I have to do a double take when I read twelve inches. Oh my god. I might die. I swipe to the next profile so I don’t have to think too hard about that.
The next one is a ghoul with a wide, sharp-toothed grin. I try not to let my first impressions put me off immediately, but I can’t see myself getting into bed with such an unattractive monster. I swipe again.
The next profile is a dragon. You can tell he’s a dragon because of the two horns curling out of his thick brown hair and the dangerous smirk. I mean it also says that on his profile so there’s that. He’s only nine and half inches. Ha! Only!
He’s actually got a message in the description of his profile, which I read.
Patient, experienced, deliberately single. I’m not in a rush. I value quality connections over quantity. Try me.
“Like what you see?” Adam is looking over my shoulder at the screen.
“Oh my god, this is ridiculous.” I lock the screen and toss it on the couch.
For a moment Adam does nothing, just continues kneading the arch of my foot. Then he picks up the phone. “I think you’re into the dragon.”