Page 65 of Bottoms Up
What was the alternative?
Growing old, hunched and wrinkled, my body slowly dying over the decades while Julian stays as young, strong, and virile? Frozen in his prime, stuck with someone who alternates between old woman and grumpy old man?
That terrified me, too.
Neither option felt safe.
But maybe that was the point.
Benji’s phone rang, shocking me out of my thoughts, and he pulled it from a pocket to look at the screen. “Damn. I gotta answer this one.” He touched to answer it and put the phone to his ear. “Emerald.”
He didn’t listen long before he said, “You were given the first two percent of your trust fund at eighteen. We cautioned you to be frugal with it because the next scheduled release will betwenty-three percent of it when you turn thirty-two. Until then, your parents have to release any funds they want you to have. There’s nothing I can do for you.”
Another pause. “While I’m happy to know you can read legal documents and understand them, that clause only kicks in if both of your parents as well as Nathan PierceandKirsten O’Shea end up dead — and we all know that isn’t likely to happen. For now, you only have the funds your parents provide.” He sighed. “Talk to your mom, Emmy. She loves you.”
He spent a little longer assuring whoever it was that he couldn’t release the funds this apparently spoiled twenty-something wanted, and he hung up. “She’s been kicked out of at least a half-dozen of the best colleges on the planet, and her dad cut her off. She’s a genius, so she’s only nineteen, or maybe she’s twenty now?” He shook his head.
And then it dawned on me — Emerald. Emmy. I knew who he’d been talking to.
“I’ve met Emmy, Sapphire, and Hunter. Kirsten is close to their parents.”
“Fuck. Keep that conversation to yourself. I didn’t realize you knew who I was talking to. That was a major breach of…” He sighed. “I know people’s secrets. I have to be careful with them. I have super-strong shields, apparently, so the vampires can’t just scroll through my memories. It’ll supposedly make me a better vampire, once I’m turned.”
“You aren’t talking about it as a hypothetical anymore,” I noted.
He was silent a few moments. “No, I don’t guess I am. If you’ll go into it with me, my mind’s made up. I’d like to do it in the next three to five years. I have a few more things on my human bucket list, plus some dollar amounts I want to hit before I have to hand all my business over to someone who’ll manage everything for a few years, until I can step back in. I know whoI want to hand it off to, but she needs another couple of years under me before she’s on her own.”
We ate on the way back to Vegas, and went to our rooms upon returning, with plans to meet up for breakfast the next morning. We both wanted showers and sleep.
Julian helped me undress. Followed me into the shower. Washed my hair with careful fingers, like he was massaging the day out of me.Washed me,slow and thorough. Lovingly. Asked me about my day, what I’d eaten, how much salt I’d had.
He knew I was ten levels beyond exhausted.
And still, almost as if it was a test to see if I’d learned my lesson, he tossed a sofa cushion to the floor in the living area once I was dry and said,“Knees.”
I obeyed, this time. No arguing. No complaining.
He used my mouth first — slow, unrelenting, until his cock was soaked in spit and my jaw ached. He didn’t rush. Didn’t praise. Let me pleasure him at my own speed until he wanted more, and then held his hand to the back of my head so he could use my throat the way he needed to — the way I’d agreed to be used.
Then he lifted me, carried me to the bedroom, leaned me over the mattress, lubed my ass with a little more finesse than before — though not much — and then pressed his cock to the entrance… and inside. Opening me.
This time, he was slow at first. Controlled. Giving me time to open around him, to feel every inch of stretch and burn before he started to move.
Thenhe fucked me. No mercy. No sweet words. Just hips driving, cock claiming, hands gripping me in places that would bruise.
He came deep inside me, and I felt it — that cool, unmistakable pulse as his cum flooded my body. A vampire’s signature.
But he wasn’t done.
He centered me on the mattress, my dick granite-hard and sticking into the air, and took it into his mouth while his fingers worked my pussy, curling just right to send me over the edge. Once. Twice.
And then my dick finally shot off, my entire body shuddered. Panting. Boneless.
But he didn’t relent with those fingers inside me. He quickly wrung another orgasm from me. And then, not so quickly, another. And another.
I lost count after three.
He didn’t stop until I was twitching from the overstimulation, wet and used and emptied.
