Page 21 of Soulmates
My climax comes on slow and sneaky, teasing my balls until I’m too far gone to call it back. “Jeee-sus.” I spear him and hold on, pleasure pulsing through me. He drags my hand out of the way and starts stroking himself, his fingers burning under mine. I’m still in him when he shrieks, his body spasming around me. His heatmakes me shudder, my fangs ache for contact with his skin, and for a few short moments, I forget myself entirely.
I bend lower and press a kiss between his shoulder blades.He arches his back, so I run my tongue along his skin.
“You’re too good.”His voice is soft, fragile.
I slowly withdraw from his body. “Yeah?”
He slides down onto the bed, landing with a soft “oof.” “Thanks.”
Sinking down on my heels, I can’t decide on the right response. My body’s already cooling, and I shiver, but not because I’m turned on. Something about David gets me nakedin a way that has nothing to do with clothes. I don’t care about him. I can’t care about him. I haven’t cared about anyone since Connor.
Even myself.
But Connor’s doppelgänger is wandering around LA, and I just pulled my dick out of the son of the American Alpha. If I had a logical bone in my body, I’d realize this was all fucking crazy.
“Hey Tony.You know what I think?”
Fortunately, David’s question interrupts my dive into darkness. “What?”
“You ought to take me out to dinner someplace pretty, and then you should come back and fuck me again.” He rolls over, stretching, grinning down his belly at me.For once, he’s not twitching.
Lethargy’s sucking the wind out of my sails, and I slide down the bed next to him, close but not touching. “Oh yeah?”
“Come on, Guido.” He reaches over and brushes the bangs out of my face. “It’ll be good fun. I’ll eat, and you’ll get horny, and then we’ll come back to this palace and…” He trails his gaze down my body, so hot I can feel it like fingers. He doesn’t even need to finish the sentence.
I grab him by the scruff of the neck and kiss him, hard. “Get dressed.”
Maybe if I get him drunk I’ll be able to talk him into running away with me.
Getting dressed, the idea takes shape.Outside of Sheena, and possibly David, there’s no one in this city I trust, and David only makes the short list because I’ve had my dick in him. Someone’s tried to kill him more than once and included me by default.Or someone jumped him to get at me.My dead ex isn’t, or maybe he is and I’m losing my mind.
Yeah, it’s time to go underground until I can sort things out, and my gut’s telling me to take David with me. He slips into a slinky black button-down shirt, the kind with random gold threads that probably started life in the disco era. I catch his eye, and he wets his lower lip with some seriously filthy heat.
Convincing him is going to take some work.
I’m buckling my belt when he clears his throat. “Your, uh”—he brushed the hair back from his own face—“hair.”
“Need product?” Ibrushit back with my hand.Back in 1875, if someone had told me I was going to run across a vampire, I would have had a haircutfirst.
He smirks. “Yep.”
I duck back into the vampire room, still strategizing. We’ll pack his stuff and check out. I don’t care that I’ve paid for two nights. I’d rather be alive. We can headout of town, toward SanDiego or somelittle town out in the desert. Somewhere they’ll have to work to find us.I’ll ditch the CRV we stole and pick up something else. David’s from Seattle; maybe we can head north instead.
Ideas are percolating, and so help me this is the most alive I’ve felt in a couple of years. The puppy is smart. Between the two of us, we can figure things out. Hell, we may even work things to our advantage.
I’m so far gone in my own head I don’t notice the silence. I open the door, ready to ask David what he’s hungry for.
The room is empty.
Chapter Seven
IT TAKES SEVERAL beats for me to make senseof things. There are two suitcases, each big enough to stash a body. There’s a messenger bag, leather, sitting on the dresser, the flap open and cosmetics spilling out. The door is closed, the curtains drawn. The fur coat is hanging in the closet.
David’s gone.
I cross to the door, fast enough to make the curtains flutter, panic fueling my speed. He’s not on the walkway running along the outside of the building. I run to the closest stairwell. Nothing. No David. I stop and grab ahold of myself. Inhaledeeply. Catch his scent. It’s faint, but enough to give me a direction.
There’s a parking lot between the hotel and the freeway. Three double-sided lights shine starkly over the crosshatch of white lines on the black pavement. Nothing’s moving besides the endless stream of headlights on the 101.
