Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Damn, damn, shit, damn!
“What is it?” he asked.
“Um, can vampires, um, get humans pregnant? They can, right? You said your bloodlines…”
She felt his body tighten. He said nothing so she continued,
“I, um, can’t believe I didn’t think about this sooner. We’ve been having a lot of sex. Like… lots. Unprotected sex. I was on the pill for problems with my…ah…period….but I haven’t had any pills in over a week now and…”
“It’s okay, we’re covered.”
“Huh? How?”
“Shhh. Don’t worry, we’ll talk about it tomorrow. I’m so tired, I just need to close my eyes. Right now all is right with our world, baby. Shhh,” he kissed her shoulder.
“But---”
“Shhhh, you aren’t pregnant…” more kisses on the shoulder.
Kyla gave in to sleep but not before a fleeting moment of imagining little blue-eyed fanged babies crawling around.
Usually her period would’ve turned up within 2-3 days max if she’d stopped the pills abruptly. No period would’ve signified a pregnancy scare, especially after all the sex she’d had since her last pill. But he’d said they were covered.
She fell asleep with a little frown on her face, deciding she’d get answers in the morning.
-8-
She woke up feeling her rear end sting, “Wake up lazy girl!” He had swatted her behind. She sat up. He was dressed in a powder blue thin cotton t-shirt that closely matched his eyes and a pair of faded button fly jeans. He looked and smelled showered and fresh and yummy. He smiled, “You gonna sleep all day long?”
She had never been called lazy before. Then again, she never got to sleep this much before. She looked around. There were several bags and boxes on the sofa and the treadmill was now in the corner of the room by the bookshelf and facing the window.
“You’ve been busy.” She rubbed her eyes.
“I have. It’s 11:30. You were dead to the world. I can’t believe you slept through all that noise.” Tristan leaned over her. He smelled all chocolate cake-y with caramel and his eyes were twinkly. She smiled at him, starry-eyed.
“I’ve had some clothes and things delivered and my iPod’s in the desk if you like to listen to music while you run. There’s juice on the table. I’ll go get breakfast and coffee.” He gave her a loud kiss on the mouth and dashed out of the room. He was totally adorable. A girl could get used to this.
Kyla got up and downed the glass of fresh-squeezed tasting orange juice and then got into the shower. Half way through lathering her hair she felt hands on her rear end and lips on her chin.
“Well hello…” she giggled, “I thought you already showered.”
“I want to get my dirty girl clean. Or maybe dirtier. Let me…” She felt tingly all over. He took over lathering her hair. His strong fingers massaged her scalp and she let out a little moan. It felt so nice. She felt cared for and it was such a foreign feeling.
She tipped her head back to rinse it under the giant shower head and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into her throat. It startled her for a second and then she found herself pinned against the tiled wall. Tristan groaned into her throat and dug his fingers into her hips. Then he let go of her throat and hips, flashed a devious-looking grin, then spun her around so that her front was flat against the wet tiled wall. He rubbed up against her backside and then worked his way so that he was penetrating her while biting on the back of her neck. Kyla grabbed the built-in shower shelf, knocking over a bottle of shower gel, and groaned loud. It felt so good. He took her hair and squeezed the excess water out, then held onto the length as he drank and moved against her, thrusting in and out at a slow pace. He cupped her between her legs and his fingers started working some magic, too.
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A little while later they were both in robes and at the table by the window eating blueberry crepes with maple syrup and whipped cream on top.
“Who cooked these?” Kyla asked, “They’re fucking awesome.”
“Me.”
“This is the best thing I’ve eaten in my life. You like to cook, huh?” she dabbed at her chin, which had gotten all syrupy. He’d tasted like this one other time, like syrup and blueberries. She took a big bite and moaned. So yummy!
“In my former life I was head chef in a five-star restaurant.” He flashed a dimpled smile.
“Oh really? Everything you’ve fed me so far has been delicious. I can’t cook to save my life.”
“I hadn’t cooked in years. Then came you…”
She blushed and batted her eyelashes, “Then came me.” She used her phone sex operator voice.
“My dirty girl,” he teased, “I’ll bake you something later. What’s your favorite dessert?”