And fell off the side of the bed.
I froze, my eyes wide. A second later, a low groan sounded. I leaned over the side of the bed.
Owen lay on his back, pillows haphazardly sticking out from under his shoulder, ass, and leg. “Ouch.”
“Well,” I drawled, “at least the pillows broke your fall. Sexy, Grayson. Dead sexy.”
“Hey, now. Don’t mock a man when he’s down,” he grumbled.
I snickered. Owen gave me a mock glower, which only made me snicker again. But I took pity on him, grabbed a condom out of the drawer, and got down on the floor with him. “Poor baby,” I crooned, unrolling the condom and covering him with it. “Want me to see if I can kiss it and make it better?”
Owen drew me down on top of him and started kissing my neck even as his hand drifted lower and lower, his fingers rubbing slow circles as they dipped between my thighs. “How about I do the kissing?” he murmured.
I drew in a ragged gasp. “Okay.”
Owen grinned, flipped me over onto my back, and put his mouth where his fingers had been. His tongue darted in and out as he kissed and licked and sucked all my sensitive areas. My fingers twisted in the pillows, and I moaned and rocked forward, riding the hot, electric waves of pleasure cascading through me.
Just when I was about to climax, Owen wrapped my legs around his waist and plunged into me with one long, smooth stroke. I drew him down on top of me, both of us kissing, moaning, and moving hard and fast until we came together.
Funny thing, though.
We never did finish watching that movie.
16
I managed to hang on to my good mood right up to when Deirdre and Finn strolled into the Pork Pit arm in arm at one o’clock the next afternoon.
“Right on schedule,” Bria muttered.
“At least she’s punctual,” Silvio added.
Bria glared at the vamp, who shrugged and went back to his tablet.
Silvio had been at his usual seat at the counter since this morning, but Bria had only shown up five minutes ago to meet the pair for lunch. She watched Finn escort his mother over to their booth in the corner and help her sit down.
“He never does that for me,” she said.
I threw a dish towel over my shoulder and waggled my eyebrows at her. “Jealousy does not become you, my dear.”
Bria snorted. “Jealous? I’m not jealous. I’m just sick of her. Even when Finn and I are alone together, she’s all he wants to talk about. I swear, if I hear one more story about how adorable he was spitting up as a baby, I’m going to throw up myself, all over the two of them. We’ll see how adorable they think that is.”
Her blue eyes glimmered with dark anticipation. The more Deirdre came around, the snarkier Bria got. I kind of liked this sassier side of my sister. Or maybe I just wanted someone around who thought Deirdre was as insufferable as I did.
Bria sighed and grabbed the blackberry lemonade she’d been sipping. “Well, let’s go see what Mama Dee is up to today.”
“Mama Dee?”
“Yeah. That’s what she wants me to call her.”
Silvio snickered. Bria shot him a glare, and the vamp coughed, as if trying to clear the laughter out of his throat.
I snickered too. “I don’t know whether to weep for you or fall down on the floor and start laughing hysterically.”
Bria made a face. “I know, right? I want to stab myself in the eye with a toothpick every time I say it. But Finn keeps saying how great it is that Mama Dee and I are getting along so well.”
“Oh, Bria! There you are!” Deirdre waved her hand. “Come join us, honey!”
Bria eyed the trash can beside the cash register like she was going to need it. After a moment, she sighed again, longer and deeper. “The things we do for love,” she muttered.
She plastered a bright smile on her face, spun around on her stool, and marched over to their booth. Deirdre leaned across the table and made a couple of loud smacking noises as she air-kissed both of Bria’s cheeks. Bria returned the gesture, although her smile slipped just a bit, and she started eyeing the metal napkin holder like she wanted to brain the other woman with it. I wouldn’t be averse to that. Not at all.
“And where is Miss Gin at?” Deirdre exclaimed, her voice even louder than before. “Gin, honey! There you are! Come say hello!”
Then it was my turn to screw on a smile, which I only accomplished by grinding my teeth. That familiar ache in my face started almost immediately and shot up into my temples. Bria was right. The things we did for love.
“Oh, yes,” Silvio said in a low, amused voice. “Do go say hello to Mama Dee, Gin.”
I turned my smile to him and added a bit more teeth to my expression. “Keep in mind that I’m still an assassin. One who can make people disappear quite easily. Especially certain cheeky vampire assistants who enjoy mercilessly mocking their bosses.”
He gave me an innocent smile in return. “And do say hello to Mama Dee for me too, while you’re at it.”
“You’re a dead man, Silvio.”