I was surely making a complete ass of myself, but I wasn't prepared for the way she looked. She had Chenille’s face with blonde hair, golden skin and to be honest she looked like a playboy model. I'd hit that is all my head keeps repeating silently. We make our way through the house into the kitchen where her other sister Jenny is setting the table. She is shorter than Chenille and has black hair with purple tips. They all three are stunning but each have their own style. “Hey, Nell.” Jenny utters and walks over stretching her arm out to shake my hand. “Hi, Thayer. It is great to finally meet you. Nell, has told me all about you.”
“It smells great in here. What are you cooking?” I ask and look over to the stove. “Do you eat? You know I never thought to ask.” Melinda glances over to Chenille. “Well, I can eat but I don’t have to consume food to live. I usually only eat when I am around people.” I confess chuckling at their feared facial expressions.
“I don’t eat humans. I eat with them. As you, witches well know I can’t feed on humans without blowing my cover.
“Oh yeah our ancestors were bad ass like that.” Jenny boasts and Melinda snaps for her to watch her language. They are very sisterly. It is nice to watch a family interact with one another. My parents are on the road all the time and I don’t have any brothers or sisters to visit. I used to hang out with friends and their families but I was scared they would find out who or what I really was so I stopped hanging out with anyone outside of work except for the occasional lady.
“We are having one of the specials from our restaurant “Steamy Soups” called Hot Noodles its paired with some fried cabbage and a beef brisket.
“It sounds better than what I am used to getting.” I shuffle my feet, wrap my arms around Chenille’s waist, and kiss her softly on the neck. I notice the goose bumps on her skin from my cool lips pressing against hers. Her skin is sweltering and even though it scorches my marble like flesh, I can't seem to get enough of the sizzle and kiss her again.
We sit at the dinner table that is elegantly set for four. The wooden table reminds me of the one Chenille has in her dining room. I skim the rooms with my eyes discreetly while they pass the bowls of food around the table. I notice Jenny is watching me from across the table so I decide to strike up a conversation.
Grabbing the bowl filled with cabbage I exclaim, “Do you ladies shop together a lot? I notice some of the same items laying around.”
“Yeah well we work together and usually spend most evenings together. Mostly it’s a witch thing and vamps wouldn’t understand not being connected to the earth and all.” Woah. Melinda’s tone is sharp and downright rude. I don’t know what crawled up her ass since the move to the dinner table but it threw me for a loop. I feel unwelcomed and frankly I am ready to leave but Chenille would be hurt so I will sit here and take it. For now.
The coldness in the room stills and as a vampire my thick skin is like ice but I can sense the chill in the air by others reactions and its nearly iceberg temps in this room. “So Jenny, what do you do for fun when you aren’t working?” I try to strike up another conversation with the younger of the sisters, praying she is a little more accepting.
“I recently have taken up kickboxing. It seems to help get my frustrations out. I have had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting some real scum bags.” She pauses and glances over at Melinda for approval to continue, I think, and since she didn’t elaborate anymore I am assuming that it wasn’t approved.
After dinner, I wait patiently while Chenille cleans up so we can get the hell out of this place. I don’t know what will happen between Chenille and I but one thing is for sure, I am not welcome here. I have a hard time figuring out why Melinda would even agree to meet me if she knew that I being a vampire was a deal breaker. I’m curious to know what was said in the whispers of the kitchen. Chenille nods for me to follow her and I say my goodbye to the empty room as I walk out the front door behind her.
“That went well.” I say sarcastically.
Chenille stops in her tracks and slowly turns toward me. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what her problem is. All she would say is that you are a bad guy.”
“Bad guy. I’m a vampire so of course I’m a bad guy but I have done everything possible to be as discrete as I can be for years.” I pause and take in a deep breath. “Where does this leave us?”
“The same place we were before. We are dating and if those bitchy ass women doesn’t want to be a part of my relationship then she doesn’t have too.”
“Chenille, I don’t want to break up your family. They are first.” I murmur.
“And that they will be but they will miss out on a lot of me because I’ll be up your ass most of the time and if all goes well you will be up mine.” She smirks.
It’s hard to argue with a fine ass woman when she is talking about things like that. I keep my mouth shut, grab her hand and we leave.
Once we are back at her place, I take her keys and open the door letting her in first and then follow closely behind. I catch a scent of her and my toes curl. Damn this woman drives me fucking crazy. She saunters over to the fridge and pulls out a pink wine and sits it on the counter before walking to the cabinet and reaching for two crystal glasses. I notice the sadness in her eyes when she turns toward me. Her family should have stood by her decision even if the choice she made wasn't the one they would have chosen.
We cuddle on the couch together and she turns on an old black and white called “Downtown Manhattan”. Tonight isn't about the hard dick in my pants but about the heart of the one I care for deeply. We drift off to sleep and in the morning we wake up in the same position. The sun is harsh through the large living room window. I much prefer the darkness of the sex room over this any day.
She excuses herself to go to the bathroom to freshen up as I make us breakfast. I prepare traditional Irish breakfast filled with bacon, scrambled eggs, fried mushrooms and tomatoes, toast and baked beans. I want to show her that I'm not just a vampire and I have traditions, family and feelings like humans do. I'm not ready for her to renounce us yet. I have to fight to keep her with me.
She strolls out of the bedroom and I glance up and to my surprise she is naked. Her brown hair soaking wet and her skin glistening from her moist skin. I put the plates down on the wood table and adjust the other meat that resigns in my boxer briefs. I pull the hair out just enough to have a seat and Chenille decides to place herself on my lap. Her bare ass on my now rock hard cock. She leans back and kisses me passionately.
“I think it's time for us to spend some time in the magic room. I sent a text to my sisters and told them I was taking a sick day.” She whispers in my ear just before dragging her wet tongue over my lobe.
“I think you are right!”
“Let's eat first. I'm starved and you sir will need your energy.” She giggles, leans over the table and slides her plate toward her, picking up a long stick of sausage and popping it into her mouth. Her lips drag slowly over it before she takes a rather large bite.
“Fuck woman. You are hotter than a gas fire. You better eat fast or this dick will be in your tight ass.” I warn.
“I'm counting on it.” She purrs wiggling her firm ass in my lap.
Breakfast foreplay is hot. Hell everything this woman does is hot. Once we finish eating we put the dishes in the sink and waste no time making our way to the pleasure area. Chenille begins lighting the candles and nods for me to sit on the pillow directly in front of where she will be sitting. I do as I am told and I look forward to what is going to happen. The anticipation builds as I wait.
Chenille still naked, sits cross legged on the pillow in front of me. I see the opening to her sex and realize my briefs have become a bit to snug so I lift my ass off the pillow and slip them down to my thighs and quickly take them off over my feet. Her eyes light up when she notices my firm dick free from clothing.