“He was getting coffee. Or his usual, whatever it is.” Sophie wondered if she’d made a mistake bringing him up. The atmosphere of the room changed as soon as she mentioned the other vampire’s name.
“Does she know him, too?” Grace demanded in a stage whisper.
“Not yet. I hope they’ll get to be friends. If Sophie’s in my family, then she’ll have to get to know him.”
“Family?” Grace and Sophie said as one.
“Damn.” Jesse fell back against the couch.
“No! Not nothing. That was something. Something nice. Sweet.” Sophie leaned over to him and kissed his cheek.
“Jesse? Why don’t you let Sophie unpack and put her gifts away? You come and help me in the kitchen.”
“What do you need help with, Mom?” Jesse rose, skepticism on his handsome face.
“Come help me get my good bundt pans down. The ones with the cherries and birds in the pattern?”
“Be right back.” Jesse squeezed Sophie’s hand and trailed after Grace.
Sophie made herself scarce... and waited.
“HEY, DO YOU LIKE YOUR... oh.” Jesse shut the door firmly behind him, locking it.
“The room is beautiful.” Sophie stepped out of the silky robe her mother had given her that Christmas, revealing a skimpy pair of black briefs and a bra that cinched her breasts up and made them overflow their cups.
“Well, it isnow.”
“I figured your mom wouldn’t mind if I told her I had a post-donut sugar crash.” Feeling decidedly vixenish, Sophie slipped onto the guest bed with a deliberate stretch that showed off her lithe body. “I need a fifteen-minute nap.”
“Fifteen minutes, huh?” Jesse sank onto the bed beside her, eyes aglow.
“A little one. Aquickie?”
Without another word, he was against her, on top of her, shirt off so that his rippling abdominal muscles molded to her smooth, flat torso. “You deserve much,muchlonger than fifteen minutes. Mom has choir practice tomorrow night. I know it’s dumb for a grown man to worry about being overheard by his mother. I shouldn’t live at home anymore. I’m —”
“Shhh. You love her. She’s your mother, your only family. It’s fine.” Her legs wound around his hips and her fingers wound through his hair as she shook her head.
“Soph?”
“Shhh, we should be quiet.”
“I know, but listen,” Jesse stilled her fingers as they pulled his zipper down. “What I said downstairs? I know it was a mistake to blurt it out, but I would, you know.”
“Would what?”
“I would love it if you were in my family. Some day?” He shrugged his sinewy shoulders under her hands. “Too quick, probably, but I feel like I’ve been waiting to find you and I don’t want to lose you. I feel like you fit.”
There was frantic, silent kissing as she sheathed him inside, her panties pulled to the side as he buried his cock to the hilt, smothering her relieved moans in his neck. “We do fit,” she breathed out as they moved together. This was an act of need, bodies missing one another and demanding simple completion. Later it could be fancy. Tomorrow night could be creative.
And tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow... for him, it could be a literal eternity of chances.
In his family. Family.
Her mind was spiraling in pleasure and losing track of words as their bodies rocked together, his coarse curls rubbing her clit, setting her off. He took her breathless, orgasmic scream and buried it with his own groan.
They rolled apart for a second before they spooned, her smaller body curling into a tight C in front of him as his arms wrapped around her waist.
“I have a family. I love them. I never felt like I didn’t fit in with them,” Sophie murmured.
