Score one for Jordyn. I made a mental note to thank her. She was the most levelheaded of the sisters. Rianne was the hothead, and Layla was the stubborn one.
While Layla finished her call, I decided food was in order. My stomach growled the minute I pulled the roast out of the fridge.
A second later, Layla glided in, shrugging out of her coat and exposing her curvy body as she took in the floor plan. “I know I said it once, but this place is justwow.”
Everyone had the same response after seeing it the first time. The inside was just as breathtaking as the outside. It was large with high ceilings and thick exposed beams traveling from one side of the house to the other, giving the place an expansive feel. A fireplace, a large leather couch, two oversized fabric chairs, and a couple of tables decorated one half, and the island spilled into the gourmet kitchen with windows overlooking the Atlantic.
I shoved the pot roast into the microwave then leaned my elbows on the island and watched her.
She was standing in front of the fireplace, rubbing her hands together.
“I have just the remedy to warm you up.”
She spun around, rolling her eyes. “Did George leave?”
“It’s just you and me.” The microwave dinged, but I didn’t move. “Are you hungry?”
Lust drifted in the air.
I grinned. “You’re starving.”
She lifted her sweater over her head. “Not for food.”
I straightened. “I know. But we should talk first.”
She unclasped her bra, and her tits bounced free.
Motherfucker.My erection was instant.
Then she kicked off her boots before she shimmied her hips out of her jeans. Once she was standing in nothing but her panties, her auburn hair flowing in waves around her, I groaned as my heart opened and my cock throbbed.
She gave me a flirty smile. “Well, vampire. You want me alone. Now what are you waiting for?” She tweaked one of her nipples.
I licked my lips, snapping mental picture after picture. Stupid me kept thinking we needed to talk. Hell, I couldn’t articulate a word if my life depended on it. My fangs lowered as my gaze traveled down to her thigh.
She followed my line of sight and beamed. “You want me here.” She touched that spot reserved for me as she opened her stance wider. “I’m all yours, Sam.”
The aroma from the pot roast competed with the lust drenching the room. Fuck the roast. At the speed of light, I had her by the waist before setting her down on the leather couch.
She giggled. “I will never get used to your speed.”
In one move, I ripped her panties off her.
She laughed again as she opened her legs as wide as she could.
Her pussy glistened, her scent driving me fucking mad. My eyes flashed silver, and before she could move, I sank my fangs into her sweet flesh. The first taste was always the best—smooth, sweet, and explosive.
She tangled her hands in my hair. “I know this may sound crazy, but this is the hottest thing ever. I could orgasm right now.”
I retracted my fangs and licked the spot before kissing my way up to her pussy.
She pouted. “No, don’t stop.”
“A little at a time, baby doll. Now, legs over my shoulders.” I could lose my shit immediately at the thought of how she tasted.
She obeyed before I flattened my tongue against her swollen nub, gently at first.
The sound of her whimper sent the bolt of a thousand-watt electrical current to my balls. Then I feasted on her like a starved animal.
