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“Yeah.” He reaches a hand toward me. “I get that. She can be a lot.”
Clasping his hand, I intertwine my fingers with his. His presence is a comfort, but my mind is still whirring. “I’d also like to know what she can tell us about Trajan’s life before he became a vampire.”
David sits so we’re side by side. “That picture.”
“Yeah. It’s definitely him, but…”
I can’t finish the thought. Trajan had said he’d become a vampire in the early 1870s. “What do we know about the history of photography?”
David nudges me with his shoulder, laughing. “That’s what God made Google for.”
“Okay, I’ll call Stone and see if he knows where Trajan might have gone, and you can look up the history of photography.”
“I can just imagine the search terms now. Did they have pornos in the 1800s?”
That makes me laugh, which breaks the chain of tension that’s been tightening in my shoulders. “I don’t know,mo mhuirnin,but I’m sure you’ll find out.”
Chapter Thirteen
David
SO I WAKE up with, well, it’s not morning wood, because my watch says it’s three p.m. But it’s wood, anyway. I’d spent a good chunk of the night googling vintage porn.Who knew the Victorians were so horny?
I’m curled on my side and Connor’s spooned around me. His heavy exhalations flutter through my hair with the hint of a snore. I want to slap myself. No way is this the time to get sexy. With Trajan MIA and Connor dealing with an up close and personal death threat, sex seems highly inappropriate.
But my dick wants what it wants.
My hips wiggle, all on their own, completely disconnected to my mind. They—my hips, which are no longer paying attention to my words—rub in the general vicinity of Connor’s cock. He’s wearing jeans, so I’m not getting instant feedback, but the rhythm of his breathing changes.
I rub some more, because come on, I’m twenty-three and he’s hot. He gives a sharp inhale and his hand clamps down on my hip, dragging me closer.
From here I can feel the ridge of his cock running down one pant leg and I sigh. My wiggle turns into a more direct hip thrust. He slides his hand down my thigh, cupping my dick. I’m naked and already leaking and when he rubs his thumb over my little head, I arch against him.
“Wanna fuck you,” he murmurs. He punctuates that statement by rubbing his rough stubble against my shoulder.
“Sounds good to me.”
He nips my ear, then manhandles me onto my back, propping my hips with a pillow. His leather and whiskey scent makes my mouth water, and he works silently, as if afraid if he says anything at all the name Trajan will come up and spoil the mood. We’d begun to talk about rules and parameters, until the whole thing with Jacques had us running from one place to the next.
Personal safety outweighs things like jealousy and hurt.
I’m lying there with my ass in the air while Connor strips off his jeans and produces lube from his bag. His intense focus sets off a fluttery feeling in my gut.Maybe we shouldn’t…
He crouches between my legs, sucking one of my balls into his mouth.
Okay, yeah. We definitely should. We can talk about it later.
With that, I let go and just feel. He’s alternating between my balls, sucking on one and then the other, he’s stroking my dick, and he’s got a finger in my asshole.
“So good, Pookie. So, so good.”
He bites my ballsack hard enough to let me know he noticed the pet name. I smile at the ceiling, bones and muscles softening.
All except my dick. It’s rock hard and Connor’s finger is deep enough in my ass to stroke the spot that sends sensation zinging through me. I start humping in time with his strokes and he chuckles.
“You’re so pretty when you let go like this.” He slides more lube around my hole. “Usually by this time Trajan’s balls-deep in me and I don’t have the chance to appreciate you.”
Needle scratch. I freeze, looking up at him with my lower lip caught between my teeth.
