“An addendum?” I repeat.
“We could have fun,” he offers, the lilt in his tone enticing, seductive even. His gaze roves along my body, hunger written in his expression. “Hell’s, it’s been ages since I’ve had a good fuck.”
My face heats. “You want to add sex to our deal?”
“Why not? It doesn’t have to mean anything,” he says evenly. I can’t even begin to express how that makes me feel. Gray is good looking and the attraction I have toward him is dangerous, to say the least, but I can’t bring myself to justify another fling. Dax feels safe because we’ve set boundaries.
And after that kiss just now, I don’t think I can do that with Gray. Just the thought of going further has my blood pressure spiking.
“No. I can’t do that. I’m sorry.” I scramble off his lap and right my nightdress. I wrap my arms around myself protectively, as if that will somehow stop his gaze from lingering. I want to run to my room and hide away under the blankets.
“That’s a shame. It was such a good kiss, too,” he laments, though I can’t tell if he’s being serious.
“It was a mistake to kiss you,” I say quickly, almost wishing I could take it back the instant I say it aloud. A beat of silence passes between us, our eyes locked onto each other. I hope he can’t see my shame, my embarrassment, or my regret.
“A mistake, you say.” He appears unbothered, but there’s a subtle flinching in his expression at the mention of ‘mistake.’ Somewhere in a past life, he must have been told something similar by someone who was more thanconsequential.
“Yes.” My gaze falls to the ground; the first to break our heated focus. “Are we done here?”
Gray doesn’t answer. He waves me off dismissively, which leaves me feeling weird and dejected. It isn’t like we know anything about each other. Still, I can’t help but think how differently this would play out with Dax, and how I wouldn’tfeel so disappointed. Then again, Dax’s kisses have never felt the way this one felt. They’ve never left a mark so deep inside of me that I crave it more keenly than anything I’ve ever experienced. It makes me wonder if that’s vampire charm in general, or something more personal, more Gray-centric.
Back in my room, I shut the door with a soft click and turn off all the lights. My skin is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, and my body is racing in sync with my heart. I want to go back out there and kiss him again, to feel that fire in my blood that only he seems to cause. Instead, I roll into my bed and reach for the drawer on my bedside table. My fingers wrap around the first thing I can grab—a tentacle dildo, which was a one-off gift from Jill and Emma as a joke last Christmas. I’ve never used it before, but stroking the length of it and feeling the suckers, I think it’s just what I need.
Moving my panties to the side, I slick the tip of the dildo along my wet lips. I suck in a sharp breath and rest my head back on the pillow. It isn’t hard to imagine myself on the couch, trapped beneath Gray. I try to think of his lips on mine again, the feel of them, the cool taste of his breath. His tongue explores my mouth, tasting me in full. I moan as the tip of the dildo slides inside at the thought of his hands palming my eager breasts, his dick pressed hard against my center. The curve of the tentacle is such a different feeling than my other toys that I find myself pulling it all the way out just to feel it stretch me again.
I want it to be him. I want him to come in here and fuck me senseless.
But I’m alone, and it’s just Gray in my fantasy that’s sucking my nipple, his cock buried inside of me. I spread myself wider, pushing my hips up to meet my heady thrusts. In my fantasy, the wet slap of skin against skin is not my hand bumping into my clit, it’s his cock now rushing in and out of me with furious need.
“Gray…” His name falls from my lips as I tumble over the edge of an orgasm. My legs collapse beneath me, and I sink into the bed, satisfied. I withdraw the dildo and tease it again against my clit, drawing out every last nerve until I’ve milked the pleasure fully.
Not long after that, I roll over and tuck myself beneath the covers. My eyes flutter, heavy and tired. I look at the door before I close them completely, and I swear I see the light beneath my door flicker, as if someone has been standing there.
As if Gray had been just outside my door, listening to all of it.
By the morning—and by morning I meanmy morning, which is like one o’clock in the afternoon—I have done enough cleaning in the house to scare the dust away for several weeks. I really only do it when I’m stressed or upset, and since last night, I’ve struck a comfortable middle-ground between the two. I’ve done so much that my hands are raw from the sweat I broke wearing rubber cleaning gloves.
There’s so much about last night to unpack. One being my growing attraction to the vampire that’s living in my basement, the second being that hot as hell kiss we shared, and the third being his offer to add sex to the agreement. I feel extra dirty thinking about it all in the afternoon light of the kitchen as I sip my second cup of coffee. My little cracker snack remains untouched; I’ve been too lost in thought to eat it.
I need to take my mind off of this whole thing.
I reach for my phone on the counter and open the group chat between myself, Jill, and Emma. I’m not sure they’ll see it right away, but I tap out a quick message and hit send.
ME: Thanks for all your help yesterday!
ME: I owe you both ;)
The chat buzzes with two replies.
EMMA: Yea you do!!
JILL: Np. Let’s all hang out soon!
A girl’s night out is the perfect thing to take my mind off of everything. I type a quick response and do a mental pivot as I dial Gran’s number. If anyone can help me take my mind off of things, it’s her. Thankfully, she picks up on the third ring, and I’m silently grateful to her for always taking my calls.
“Millie-bean!” she cries into the phone. “Long time no talk, baby-cakes. How’s it shakin’?”
I smile at the sound of her voice. She’s always been so energetic and full of enthusiasm. I always thought it was an act, but now that I’m older, I’ve since realized that she did it for my sake.
