Disaster came to mind, as did our evil grandmother. “Why do you think we haven’t heard from Granny? Something is up. I can feel it. She would’ve been front and center during that press conference. Has she contacted you?” My sister had made a deal with our grandmother to spare me, but Jordyn never made it to Intech’s West Virginia facility.
Jordyn lowered her gaze to the floor or perhaps her cute, red-painted toenails. “She has.”
I shook the marbles out of my ears, glancing down one end of the hall and then the other. The act was more to collect my thoughts. “Did you talk to her? What did she say? When did she call you?”
She righted her head, her face ashen. “A week after the car accident. I didn’t talk to her. She just left me a message that she was disappointed in me and that she would see you and me soon. That was it. I didn’t call her back.” She produced her phone from the pocket in her sundress and played the voice mail.
“Jordyn, this is your grandmother. I’m quite disappointed that you didn’t honor our deal. As I told you, I am dying of an incurable blood cancer and would like to see my grandkids before it’s too late. Also, I’m learning quite a bit about your mother’s side of the family. And you and Layla might be able to save me. Your father would want you to.” Her tone was even, but her narcissism made me nauseous.
I laughed. That was the only thing I could do. Or else I would be vomiting. “Granny is a piece of work.” I yawned, gripping her shoulders. “I’m sorry you couldn’t talk to me about any of this while I was carrying the quadruplets.” While Sam had been over-the-top in protecting me from bad news or situations, I couldn’t fault him or Doc’s orders mandating that I avoid stress.
She brushed me off. “As Jo said, tomorrow is a new day.”
I prayed it would be better than today. Right now, a bed and my hot, sexy vampire husband with massive protective arms were calling my name.
18
SAM
The Atlantic was peaceful on a bright, sunny afternoon, the waves crawling gently to the shore as if the sea was afraid to come in. The salt air trickled in through the glass accordion doors, the scent mixing with sweet, delectable cherries. My gaze bounced from outside to my naked, gorgeous, curvy, auburn-haired wife, who had her ass in the air as she bent over the couch.
Turning to look at me, she batted her long lashes, her cheeks rosy and her hair falling from her messy bun. “What are you waiting for, vampire?” She pushed her gorgeous ass into my rock-hard cock. “Something wrong?”
I jolted out of my reverie. “Just taking in the beauty of the scene outside and in.”
“Well, my pussy is dying to feel that massive cock of yours inside me.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips.
I grinned, shaping her hip with one hand, and positioned my dick at her entrance with the other. “Massive, huh?”
“Beautiful,” she said in her siren tone, widening her stance, lifting her butt higher in the air.
As if that was the answer I was looking for, I drove into her, swift and hard.
“Yes,” she cried out. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
I stilled, enjoying the feel of her tight walls wrapped around my shaft. “No other way, baby doll.”
She pushed backward as I began a slow thrust forward, my eyes rolling back in my head. I never wanted to leave this spot or position. But I also wanted to take my time, to feel every thrust, hear her soft moans, and make this last for hours.
She clenched her walls, and my knees almost buckled as I let out a loud groan.
She giggled. “You know, vampire. How about I suck you off first?”
In a flash, I pulled out, lifted her up, and carried her over to the fireplace.
She laughed. “You want my lips around your—”
“Fuck yeah, but I want to taste you.” I set her down. “On your back,” I commanded as I dropped to my knees.
She obeyed, but her curious expression flickered in and out until lust brewed in the depths of her blue eyes. “Oh,” she said, splayed out like a Roman goddess ready to be kissed by her king of gods. “Are we doing what I think—”
“My cock in your mouth and your pussy in mine,” I said in a husky tone that didn’t sound like me.
Her tits rose, her nipples poking out and her heart soaring. Her ball-squeezing smile almost made me come undone. I couldn’t believe that this feisty, driven, and gorgeous woman was all mine—heart, body, soul—and that she was now my wife.
I was drunk on her beauty, her cherry fragrance, the anticipation of what we were about to do, the salt air spilling in and mixing with the aroma of sex and the fire crackling before us.
I positioned my dick over her hungry mouth. Before I could bury my face into her pussy, she flicked her tongue over my sensitive, wet tip, and I bucked. “Oh fuck, baby doll.”
