Love Bites Part 12

She wrapped her legs around his hips and her arms around his broad shoulders. "You're wrong. Your c.o.c.k fills the emptiness inside and I haven't the will to refuse your entrance. I want you inside me. I would hold you there forever if I could."

His face grew solemn. "This solace is transitory, love, as long as you remain human. Otherwise, I would keep you thus forever."

Again, he'd mentioned turning her. Each time, she was more tempted to accept. An eternity of loving him wouldn't be enough. She speared her fingers into his thick hair and pulled him down for another kiss.

The muscles in his arms bunched and he lifted his torso, giving his hips greater leverage. His strokes were longer-and to Darcy's mind-too d.a.m.n slow. She planted her feet in the mattress and angled her hips upward to shorten the distance between them.

Their hips countered each other's strokes, pounding against each other; faster, sharper, creating a friction that built a spiraling coil of sensual tension. Darcy's legs quivered and her breath grew ragged. When her o.r.g.a.s.m burst, she dug her fingers into his shoulders, held her hips as high as she could reach. His c.o.c.k rested snug inside her channel, caressed from head to s.c.r.o.t.u.m.

Spent, his weight crashed down on her and her legs collapsed. She rocked him, side to side, holding him as tight as she could, relishing the jetting release that bathed her.

Her lover yawned and kissed the crook of her neck.

If she didn't roust him now, she might be stuck beneath him for another long while. The thought was a pleasant one, but she really did needed to get up. Drowsy and well-sated, Darcy traced the k.n.o.bby vertebrae of his spine. "I should check in on Joe before he sleeps for the day."

Quentin's body stiffened above her. "You needn't worry about him anymore."

She pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "I'm not going to make love with him again, if that has you worried. Last night was goodbye. To tell you the truth, I don't really know why I wanted him, except I kept saying to myself it was right for me to love him."

"And not me. Because he's human?"

"Because we've known each other so long-as partners and friends. And I do love him-just not the way he wants."

"You know what I think?" he said, his voice held that droll note she was coming to treasure.

"Hmmm?" Her lips curved into a smile. He was going to say something outrageous.

He rose on his elbows to look down into her face. "I think you were using him to fight your attraction for me." His expression was as complacent as a cat's after licking cream. "You're unbelievable!" She pretended outrage and made a half-hearted attempt to shove him away. "It has to be all about you, doesn't it?"

"Were you lovers before I arrived on the scene?"

"Of course not."

One self-satisfied brow rose. "Well then."

"That's it? That's your entire argument? You're an arrogant b.a.s.t.a.r.d." He was right, but she'd never admit that to him. He was already too sure of himself.

"I'm the one in the saddle, aren't I?"

"So now you're Roy Rogers?"

"Would you rather I was Trigger?"

"Hmmm." She pretended to take his suggestion seriously. "You do have a feature or two that remind me of a horse. Mainly your backside!"

"Not my c.o.c.k? I think we're insulted again."

Gaiety fled, and she gazed solemnly at him. "Intellectually, I know you're an unsuitable choice for me, but I can't help myself. I want you still. h.e.l.l, I want you all the time."

"I'm similarly afflicted, my dear."

She drew a deep breath. "I really do need to make sure Joe is okay. I won't sleep easy until I do."

"Darcy, he isn't here."

"Did he leave to hunt for more blood?" Darcy asked, alarm rising as she imagined a hundred frightening scenarios.

He held himself perfectly still above her. "Darcy, he's gone."

"What?" she asked, not understanding.

"We talked about it last night, before you came home. He has a lot to adjust to and think about. His love for you was clouding the issue. He knew he'd lost, so he decided to leave."

"But the team-"

"He's taking a leave of absence."

Tears filled her eyes. "This is my fault. He's alone now."

"He's a man, love. Clinging to him would make him feel less so." He rolled to his side and pulled her closer into his arms.

"I don't like him leaving like this."

"Did you like having both of us love you, so well?" he asked, his voice tight.

Her answer was important to him. She couldn't make light of it or give anything but the honest truth. "It was frightening how much I felt-and painful. I couldn't concentrate on one sensation so much was happening. I wanted to cling to you to slow it down. Are you wondering if I will be satisfied with just one man now?"

He didn't answer, just stared at her steadily.

Her hand cupped his face. "You are quickly becoming everything to me. You enrage me, annoy me, fill me, and excite me. You're more than I ever knew I needed."

"How ungrammatical," he said drolly, but his eyes were warm and approving.

She understood. He couldn't reciprocate with loving words. He was a guy. Big, bad vampire was still just a man-and right brain-left brain challenged. Words of emotion might be impossible to draw from him, but his actions spoke volumes.

He'd kept her safe when Joe's storm had raged against her.

He'd prepared her body for another man to take.

He'd kept her warm and loved, and had been with her to soften her grief from Joe's departure. Darcy let Quentin pull her close. Snuggled next to his body, she slept with her head resting over his heart.

Darcy took her seat in the conference room, uneasy with the silence from the rest of the team. Not a single glance met hers and her heart sank. She was going to be fired.

The Captain had called the meeting for late afternoon-before Quentin could possibly attend.

The conference room door swung inward and Captain Springer entered. He glanced at Darcy and his face grew solemn. "Sorry about your partner, Darc."

Darcy gave him a questioning glance. He didn't sound angry with her.

"Joe called me and told me what happened. That he'd asked Quentin to make him a vampire when he realized he wasn't going to make it."

Her shoulders lifted with her swift intake of breath.

"He did tell you, didn't he?" he asked, his expression full of sympathy.

Darcy nodded her head, blinking back tears. Joe had saved her a.s.s. "Did-did he say if he was coming

back?" "He's got a lot to think about, but I told him his job was still waiting here for him. h.e.l.l, partnering with vamps might be the wave of the future." Phil's arm slipped around her shoulder. "Tough break, Darc." Murmurs of sympathy from around the table made Darcy feel about two feet tall. Max's steady glare was the only exception. Does he suspect the truth? She straightened her shoulders. "Boss, do we have any leads on where Nicky Powell is now?" "Unfortunately, he's gone to ground. But he won't be able to stay there long. We found a stash of money in the house at South Beach Park. He can't go far without scoring more." "Any clues how he'll put the money together again?" Phil asked. Captain Springer's face lit with mirthless glee. "Word on the street is he approached a Jamaican drug runner to offer his special services to develop a new market and distribute the drugs." Max cursed. "That's all we need. I suppose he's planning on making his own ring of pushers, too?" "You got it," Captain Springer said. "How do we know so much about his plans?" Darcy asked. The Captain seemed entirely too pleased with himself. His cheeks were florid and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. "We received the info straight from the horse's mouth. Seems the drug lord isn't pleased with his new partner."

"Who'd he go to?" Darcy asked.

"One of Rupe King's men."

Smiles lifted the tension in the room. Nicky Powell had made a fatal mistake.

Later that night...

"Why is it fortuitous that Nicky approached that particular drug dealer?" Quentin nuzzled Darcy's neck

finding it impossible to keep his attention on what she was saying. What she was doing filled his senses.

And her scent...

Her sweat-ripened musk lured him like a hound to a fox. He lapped moisture from her neck.

Darcy gripped his chin and brought his face level with hers. "Pay attention."

"Are we ready again?" He circled his hips under her to check for the depth of penetration. Darcy rolled her eyes and pushed his hands from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the leather-upholstered sofa. "Businessfirst."

"Of course." He smiled. "I love our conversations regarding commerce." "Oh, you! I knew it was a mistake to let you divert me when we came inside the house." "We came inside the car first to be precise. And what's this about letting you do anything? As I remember it, you left quite a few items of clothing on the lawn in your mad dash for the door."

He enjoyed Darcy's rosy-cheeked embarra.s.sment immensely. Only she hadn't shown a hint of

embarra.s.sment when she'd shoved him down onto the sofa and climbed onto his lap. Nor had she blushed when she'd spread her legs wide around his hips and sank on his c.o.c.k. After she'd taken him, she'd been in an annoyingly chatty mood. "If you'll just give me two minutes I'll explain everything." "I'll give you nine inches." "Huh! Is that all?" "Give me a reason to exert myself further," he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were his barometers. He had only to watch the changes there to gauge her arousal. Her face was never as transparent. Even now, her chest was flushed pink. Time to escalate his seduction. His hand rose to a tightly budding nipple. When he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, her hips reacted. She couldn't help herself-he could tell by the ferocious frown she wore that she wanted to resist. Simply watching her move on him, taking her pleasure of his body, pleased him. Her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggled with each bounce. Her taut abdomen and sleekly muscled thighs clenched as she levered herself up and down. He could watch his c.o.c.k disappear inside her pretty dark-furred mound for an eternity.

"d.a.m.n you," she moaned. "I'll never get my point across."

"Wouldn't you rather I did?" He flexed his hips to spear upward.

She gasped. "Just hold that thought." She circled on his c.o.c.k again, driving him crazy with her tight twist and bounce. Her eyes squeezed shut and her small white teeth bit her bottom lip. Quentin gripped her a.s.s, his fingers splayed to "persuade" her to pick up the pace and height of her movements.

Darcy accepted his guidance with enthusiasm, moaning louder the harder and faster she bounced.

From the corner of his eye, he saw the front door push open. He stiffened, ready to toss Darcy to the side. Then he recognized the pair who appeared in the doorway.

Dylan O'Hara's expression reflected his wicked amus.e.m.e.nt at having found Quentin "occupied".

Emmy Harris winked and held her finger to her lips.

The two stood in the well of the foyer and waited for Quentin to finish.

Cursing beneath his breath, Quentin slid his hand beneath Darcy's hair and tipped her face to his.

Her lips closed over his, and then she murmured a protest when he tugged her gently back.

"We have visitors."

"Let's not answer the door," she groaned and ground her p.u.s.s.y over his c.o.c.k.

"Ahem," his ex-best friend, Dylan, cleared his throat. "You left the front door open."

Darcy screeched and swung her head around.

Emmy raised her hand and fluttered her fingers. "Hi there. We're not interrupting anything, are we?"

CHAPTER NINE.

Minutes later, Quentin's ears still rang from Darcy's loud scream. If he hadn't been so annoyed at the interruption only moments from o.r.g.a.s.m, he might have laughed at how quickly the woman had sprung from the sofa and his c.o.c.k and hidden in the bedroom.

Dylan, the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, had seated himself on the sectional, his arms outstretched and waited while Quentin picked up his clothes and dressed. He didn't bother to even try to hide his devilish smile.

Emmy's bright inquisitive stare embarra.s.sed Quentin, because she made no bones about the fact her gaze was glued to his c.o.c.k. She might even have mumbled something like, "I knew it was one of those vampire things-you're all hung like horses."

When the lower part of his anatomy was clothed, Quentin flopped down on the sofa. "Dylan, I thought we'd agreed that Emmy needed to be kept safe. Nicky's suffered a setback and is more dangerous than ever."