He cried out his release as he filled her. Swallowing as much as she could, licking her lips when drops of it slipped out, she nearly fell back when he pulled from her. But then she found herself on her back on the seat and him deep inside of her.
“Come for me. I want to feel you tighten around me again before I come again.” Her legs wrapped around him, and his body, stiff and hard, pounded her harder than he’d ever done before. And when she pulled his throat to her mouth, she knew the exact moment when he came. Vinnie sank her teeth into his pounding pulse just as her world shattered with her own release.
She drank deeply of him. And even when he sat up, pulling her body with his, she didn’t stop. He was hers, and even though it had only been a day since she’d seen him, Vinnie could not believe how much she’d missed him. When she had her fill, she sealed the wound and held him to her as she rested. His soft chuckle had her lifting her head to look at him.
“We’re going to have to pay for the seats to be repaired, I think.” She looked at where he had pointed and could see that they’d torn the soft leather. Laying her head back on his shoulder, she told him it was well worth it. “I love you.”
“I love you as well.” She moved off his lap and started to pull on her clothing. He, too, began to dress, but neither of them stopped touching the other. A kiss here, a brush of fingers there. It was soft and loving, and probably the best thing in the world to sooth her. “My father is calling for my death.”
“I heard. Billy said you were really nervous about it.” She nodded as she pulled on her shoes. “You don’t have anything to worry about. I guess the council, the vampire council, is looking into his behavior. Steele said they wanted to meet with him, and he’d like for us to be there, as he knows little to nothing about your bylaws. But they’re holding me to my promise to send him away. And I plan to as soon as I see him.”
“I can go with Steele, that’s no problem.” She lay back on the seat and held his hand in hers. Vinnie didn’t want to talk about her dad right now so changed the subject. “The inventory is done at the warehouses. Grandmother even had her things brought over. Everything is marked but not priced as yet. A guy that Connie knows is going to come and tell us what we should charge for each piece and the least we should take for it. I guess he worked in an antique shop until his death, and now he just hangs out in them. He has a lot of knowledge.”
“Billy said you have the building ready to go too. That’s working pretty well for them as well. He said you hired a bunch of the homeless at the shelter to work for you.” She nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. “Are any of them going to stick around and work after you get open?”
“A few of them. There are two men that seemed to be really excited about being the delivery men. Grandmother and I looked at moving trucks and we got a good deal on one to use. Hugh is helping them learn to drive it. They can both drive, but it’s been a while, they said.” He smiled at her. “I gave my notice at the firm too. I think they were sort of glad to get rid of me for some reason.”
“I doubt that. From what I’ve heard about you—and yes, I did have you investigated—you’re fucking amazing at your job.” She nodded and leaned back when he did. “We’ll have a grand opening when you’re ready. Connie said she knows the best people to invite. I forgot to ask her if they were living or not. She’s wonderful.”
He fell asleep. They weren’t far from their home, but she let him sleep. Billy had been coming to see her while Mitch and the others were gone to tell her how he’d helped the young man that had killed himself. And what had happened with the woman and man.
I need to talk to you. Now. Get your ass over to the place where you murdered me. Her father’s voice rang in her head as if he were standing right next to her. And the anger in it made her smile. She had long since gotten over any kind of rules or commands that he could make her follow.
Did it ever occur to you that if you had treated me with anything but contempt or hatred that I might want to help you? He told her it was her duty. No. It was your duty to be a parent I could depend on. You were never that, and neither was Mother.