Kissing him and rutting against him is going to have to do. It is all I am capable of doing. Belts and buckles, zips and buttons are all completely beyond me right now.
The kiss deepens. It intensifies and ignites my hunger to a raging inferno. My hands move to his ass cheeks and squeeze and knead.
Ned moans and writhes. I love seeing him like this. Pleasure-drunk and passionate. It suits him.
His hips pick up pace and suddenly it feels really good. The pressure and the friction are exhilarating. Even though there are two pairs of jeans and two pairs of underwear between us. I can’t feel his cock at all, not really. But I know it is there. Rubbing against mine.
My orgasm comes out of nowhere. It explodes through me. A surge of blinding ecstasy that consumes me. It possesses me and for one vivid moment, I am carnality incarnate.
My hands push down on Ned’s ass, pressing him even closer to me. My hips dance frantically. All jerky and uncoordinated. I roar through my bliss, and exult when I feel Ned shuddering through an orgasm of his own.
My peak crests, tumbles, recedes. Reality slowly drifts in to the space left behind.
I’m lying on my back on the sofa. Ned is on top of me. I’m breathing heavily.
And I just came in my pants. Like a horny teenager.
I stare up at Ned. He stares back. He is a lot less out of breath than I am. But he is all flushed and his hair is all messy.
Is this the bit where regret creeps in? Are all the reasons why we shouldn’t have done that, about to come crashing down?
I hold my breath and wait. The clock ticks. All I feel is happiness.
I smile at Ned. His flush deepens and he smiles back, almost shyly. It is the most adorable thing I have ever seen.
It doesn’t look like he is having second thoughts.
I release the breath I was holding.
Ned kissed me. We fooled around. Now he is smiling at me.
The world is suddenly a bright and wonderful place. And the future looks shining. I cannot wait for it to begin.
Chapter thirteen
Ned
Imade out with Morgan. My boss. My great-grandson in law. The man whose wife is dead because of my actions. A human who knows nothing about the paranormal.
And it was wonderful.
I guess that means I’m going to hell. But I was probably headed there already, purely on account of being a vampire.
Besides, I’d have to actually die, and stay dead, first. Add in the fact that I’m friends with a demon, who is in hell right now, visiting family, and all in all, going to hell doesn’t seem that terrifying.
But fear of punishment should not be the only reason not to do shitty things.
Okay, now my thoughts are truly spinning. Get it together, Ned.
I tighten my grip on the steering wheel and focus on the road. It is late and there are hardly any other cars around. Just how I like it.
Leaving Morgan’s was a good idea. No matter how much my long dead heart is protesting. If I had stayed, wewould have done far more than make out. I’m not a saint and I don’t profess to having that level of self-control. No, leaving was the right thing to do. We need to take it slow. For both our sakes.
And in case my morality wakes up and decides I’m not a shitty person, and puts a stop to this.
That thought makes me grimace. I shudder and put it aside. Adding it to my towering pile of angst that needs to be dealt with at some point. Right now, there are other things to focus on, because the house has come into view and I need to check on Jade.
As I pull into the driveway, a warm tingly feeling washes over me. At first I think it is magic, then I realize it’s worse. It’s happiness because I’m home. This house of delinquents feels like home, and isn’t that just the sappiest, cheesiest shit ever to exist. Goddamnit.
