Jesus Christ.
I nodded slowly, trying not to climax right there on the street in full view of all the townsfolk. My knees suddenly felt weak. “Yes.”
“Good. Follow me then.” Vincent rubbed his hands together as if incredibly pleased by my answer. He turned and pointed. “My car is the Civic. I only live a mile down the road.”
“Okay. I’ll follow you in my truck.” I pointed to the old pickup with faded green paint parked on the street. When I turned back, he was regarding me with a question in his gorgeous topaz eyes. “What?”
“Are you sure about this, Romeo? You look a bit unsure. Do you want my mouth on you?”
That deep voice was killing me. My dick was throbbing and my balls were so full, I knew if I didn’t get release right away, things were going to get messy.
“Oh, God, yes,” I said shakily. I turned away and started for my truck knowing that if I didn’t get moving, I was going to overthink my decision. I heard a distinct chuckle from behind me but I ignored it, putting one foot in front of the other until I’d reached my truck. When I turned to look back, Vincent was striding down the street toward a late model black Honda Civic parked behind the moving van. I got in and started my engine after fumbling to get my key into the ignition. My hands were shaking but my dick was still as hard as steel.
What in the hell are you doing?
I blew out a long breath and pulled out of the parking space still shaking my head as I followed Vincent Lasco’s taillights out of town.
Vincent
Romeo Harmon, the new town sheriff, wanted me… possibly more than any man ever had. The firm knowledge of it had been there on display from the moment I’d approached him. Arousal pulsed off the man and the scent of precome coating the inside of his briefs was as pungent as anything I’d ever smelled before. The pounding of his heart, the racing of blood through his veins, the sheer tempo of his quick breathing practically drove me mad as I stood in front of him. When I leaned in to whisper promises of what I wanted to do to him, the scent of his hair made my fangs come bursting through my gums. If I were a younger vampire, I don’t think I would have been able to retract them before he spotted them.
I looked into my rearview mirror as I drove down the road, watching as he followed me in an old beat-up pickup truck. Romeo Harmon was a beautiful man and I couldn’t wait to get him home and into my bed… well, in the bedroom where Lydia’s folks had set up a bed. There was no way I would take him down to my own room since the last thing I wanted to do was to reveal my true nature to the man.
What on earth was he?
The new sheriff of Prosper Woods wasn’t human, that I knew. The problem lay in that I didn’t know exactly what he was. If he’d been werewolf, witch, or the average shifter, I would have been able to tell when I first caught his scent. But there was nothing familiar about whatever he was. I smiled as words like alien, ghoul, or ghost flitted through my brain. He was none of those. Of that I was sure.
What made things more interesting was that I didn’t think he even realized he was anything other than human. If he’d been any of the common supernatural beings I’d encountered in my very long life, he might have figured out that I wasn’t human either. Oddly enough, I’d heard of supes who had genes so recessive in their ancestry that they didn’t realize they were anything other than human. They lived their whole lives without knowing simply because the diluted bloodlines went back centuries, even millennia.
My God… his scent though. It was driving me mad.
Romeo smelled like bright sunlight and I hadn’t smelled anything like it before. He smelled like freedom... like glittering rainbows after spring rain showers. What in the hell was he?
I turned onto the road to my house after a few minutes, driving down the crunching gravel, until I spotted my new home. When I parked, I got out and shut the door to the Civic, waiting as his truck pulled up beside me. He stopped and parked, turning off the engine. I listened to him take a deep breath as he opened the door and got out. He looked at the front of my house and then to the woods that surround it, intentionally not glancing my way. When he was finally satisfied with how secluded we were, he turned to look at me over the top of his truck.
“What in the hell am I doing here?” His deep brown eyes were clouded with a combination of desire and worry. His racing heartbeat revealed the anxiety he was dealing with.
I smiled slowly, walking around his truck until I stood right in front of him. I curled my hands into fists, desperate to reach for him, but biding my time. He needed to give me permission to do what I wanted to do to him.
“Romeo, as much as I want to make you feel good, I won’t pressure you to follow me inside,” I said. “I just want you to know that I want you very much. I want to feel your body pressed to mine. I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of me. And I want to take you to the height of ecstasy… if you’ll let me.”
He was watching my lips as I spoke
