He must be occupied with MC business because his dark tawny hair is pulled back into an untidy ponytail.A few strands hang over his brow, making him look like a strung out rocker.
“Yep?”
Same old Theron.Abrupt and to the point.And very monosyllabic.But totally gorgeous underneath it all.
“Can I put my case in your room?”
Shooting a look behind him, Theron debates.“I dunno ‘bout that, princess.We’re kinda busy.”
I don’t bother lowering my voice, because they can all hear me inside anyway.
“Not the clubhouse, yourbedroom.”
Theron doesn’t bother lowering his voice, either, but I wish he at least tried, because what he says next is kind of hurtful.
“Go curry favor with your ex, Aila.Like I said, I’m busy.”
I manage to grip the cuff of his sleeve before he can shut the door in my face.
“I’m not here because I need you to scare off my ex, Theron.Nor do I need you to provide free accommodation for me,” I say, pulling the band off the end of my braid and shaking my hair loose.“Don’t you want to suck me anymore?”
On this warm summer night, I’m wearing a shrunken baby t-shirt—so thin and over-washed that it’s got holes—with my favorite cut-off denim shorts.The cotton material sticks to my skin where the sweat has made it damp.And yes, maybe I am a little damp between my thighs right now as I think about what I’m about to do.
The only thought going through my mind right now isThere’s a coven of vampires inside that clubhouse.No one is gonna mess with me right now.Pulling the t-shirt over my head, I throw it at Theron.
With his usual lightning fast reflexes, he catches my t-shirt before it falls to the ground.But it’s not enough to stop the sultry striptease I start doing.
When Theron takes a step towards me, I dance away.
“Ooh, yes, happy birthday, Mister President.”Cupping my breasts, I bend over and do a little shimmy, pouting my lips in my best Marilyn Monroe impression.“Come on and show me how much you want this.”
His eyes are transfixed on me as Theron tries to get things back under control.
“I’m not club prez, Aila.I’m just a Rider.C’mon.Let’s get you inside.”
This crazy nymph inside me just won’t stop.He’s let the genie out of the bottle with his grumpy refusal to play nice.
Wiggling out of my shorts, I relish the chill breeze as it blows against my white cotton panties.
“See what you’re missing out on?”I throw the shorts at him.Theron swats them aside.
“Quit this shit, Aila.There are guests.You’re gonna lose Landslide it’s family friendly appeal.”
I’m sorry but that just makes me hoot with laughter.Perhaps I’m hysterical.Who knows?Whatever it is, it feels like a marvelous release of tension after the last few days of uncertainty.
Dancing towards the forest, I shout over my shoulder.
“Yoohoo!Theron!Catch me if you can.”
Before I can second guess what I am about to do, I bend down and step out of my panties.I make sure to do it with my back to him, because why the hell not.
Wham!I feel him pick me up and run with me under his arm like a football.It’s the most thrilling sensation, to be carried at such speed with no machinery involved.
We’re in the forest, but it’s not dark and scary to me.I don’t have to keep reminding myself; it’s already ingrained into my mind.
I am safe.I am with a vampire.
Those statements might be in complete contradiction with one another, but it’s true all the same.
