It was a four-car garage and Dwayne had a hot little silver-blue Mustang that had my name on it. I prayed the keys were in the house.
"Sounds like a plan," I agreed. "What do you want to do now?"
"Hmmm, I suppose we could think of something if we tried hard enough," he said with a sexy lopsided smile.
"Pun intended?" I asked suggestively.
"One hundred percent."
***
"Oh my god," I hissed. "Do that again."
Round three of going for broke was going to turn either my mind or my legs to mush. Honestly, I didn't care. I was having way too much fun losing all my brain cells as I rode Hank like I was at a rodeo.
"Bend over the couch and pull up your dress," Hank ordered as he steered me toward the leather couch facing the fireplace.
Dwayne's house in Lincolnshire was far more modest than his mansion in southern Illinois, but it was clear the Vamp had money and good taste. The two-story brick Colonial home was in an upper middle class neighborhood. Not in a million years would I have guessed a Vampyre lived amidst the perfectly coiffed and properly dressed families of the affluent suburb. The furniture was all in neutral tones with lots of leather and overstuffed comfy chenille chairs. He had overdone it a tad with the crystal chandeliers hanging in every room, but it made me happy because it was very Dwayne.
"Shouldn't I be naked?" I asked as I flopped over the arm of the couch with my dress over my head.
"Nope," Hank said in a husky voice as he gripped my hips and ground himself against my delighted body.
We'd been so intent on getting down to business neither of us had removed any of our clothing. Thankfully Hank had exchanged the gauchos for jeans and a t-shirt back in Indiana. Even though he was hotter than asphalt in August, it might have been a bit unsettling to have sex with him looking like a metrosexual, gay Vampyre fashionista. The jeans were around his ankles and his shirt was shredded from round one when it had gotten a little out of hand and my claws had come out. It was all kinds of sexy and all kinds of out of control.
"I am so in love with you," he whispered in my ear as he slid into my body and began to pound me like there was no tomorrow.
I arched my back and met his wild thrusts with screams of pleasure. I sure as hell hoped Dwayne's neighbors weren't home.
"How does this keep getting better?" I cried out as I felt the familiar tingle begin to coil in my body.
"Don't know. Don't care," he ground out as his thrusts became frenzied.
"I'm close," I gasped as I clawed at the couch and gripped him within my body like a vise.
"Come," Hank demanded as I felt him grow larger inside me. "Now."
I came with a shriek as I closed my eyes and brilliant color ripped across my vision. I gasped for air as every nerve ending in my body shuddered with pleasure. Hank's breathing was labored as he planted kisses all over my shoulders and neck.
"Love you… love you so much," he muttered as he pulled out and gently cradled my still quivering body in his strong arms. "Never gonna let you go."
"I'm not going anywhere, big guy," I whispered as I pressed my kiss-swollen lips to his cheek. "You're stuck with me forever."
"Damn right," he said as his head fell back on the couch.
We cuddled in silence. In this moment my world was perfect. My worry for Granny was still there, but I felt safe, loved, and cherished.
"Hank, can I ask you something?" I asked as I reluctantly crawled off his lap and straightened the dress I'd never removed.
"Anything."
"Did the Vampyre blood affect you? Do you feel different?" I asked as he followed me to the kitchen and watched me rummage through the cabinets for something to eat. We'd used up an enormous amount of calories and I was starving.
After a long pause he sighed. "I do feel strange. The murderous streak I felt in the battle was disconcerting. I couldn't quite control it—it felt like it was controlling me. My need to kill verged on psychotic."
"How does Dwayne handle that?" I asked as I gave up on finding anything edible in a Vampyre's kitchen.
"He's three hundred years old," Hank reminded me. "He's had time to rein it in… or he has some secret serial killer life we don't know about."
I considered the possibility for a moment. It was a surprise to me how much property he owned. However, the thought of Dwayne going out on pleasure murders was ludicrous. Was Dwayne just different from other Vamps? The thought of owing a favor to a bloodsucker who didn't have his shit together like Dwayne did give me pause.
"I couldn't let Dwayne take all the responsibility for Granny's safety," I said quietly. The ramifications of what I'd done by taking on the responsibility of the debt to the Vamps was starting to really sink in.
"You were correct. As much as I don't like owing Vamps, we take care of our own."
"Maybe it won't be too bad," I said in a cheery tone that didn't fool either of us.
"Uh huh," Hank shot back with a small shudder. "Let's just go with that one until we find out differently."
"Deal. Wanna go find food?" I asked, happy to change the subject.
"Drive thru or sit down?" he asked as he played with my post sex messy curls.
"I don't know," I said. "Either. Why?"
"Sit down—we have to change." He smirked like a dude who'd gotten majorly laid as he glanced down at his shredded shirt. "Drive thru—we can go looking like we've just had sex for several hours."