Page 73 of Your Coffin or Mine
I pull her along and stop at a breaker in the wall. I throw the lever upwards, and warm, orange globes crackle and flicker before moving up the tunnel to light the way for her. Old gray stone walls are revealed in the brightness. “Is that better?”
“Yes. Thank you.” She looks up at the tunnel and then down at our feet, eyeing the floor as if she expects it to move.
“Whatever are you doing?”
She lifts a boot. “Looking for mice.”
I look down at the spotless stone, noting that Hilda has been here recently.So this is where she’s been hiding with the arrival of our new guests.
“You may have a hard time finding any.”
Taking Aubrey’s nimble hand, her warmth bleeding into mine, I assume the lead. The long tunnels act as hallways, connecting all the hidden rooms together. Her delicious heartbeat returns to a normal cadence after being frightened.
She lifts her face to the ceiling, the walls, and the floor again. “How is it so clean in here?”
“We call in a cleaning service often.”
If she had any idea that the cleaning service was literally an ancient bundle of bones, she would be running for the hills.
One of the lights illuminates the small chamber further along and she melts into my side.
“That’s nice,” she muses. She rubs my arm lightly and contentment spreads through me at the small affection before she turns in my arms and comes to a standstill. “Vlad?”
Unsure as to why she’s stopped us, I ask, “Yes?”
Her arms go around my neck. “Thank you.”
I frown, wondering what she is thanking me for.
“I didn’t do anything.”Yet.I still have to remove that weasel Chad from existence and hopefully win her over.
I rub slow circles over her back. Wooing a woman in this century is quickly proving to be more difficult than any other, but if what I suspect is true, it will be worth it.
“You have, though. I didn’t want to tell you about Chad for a lot of reasons.” Her hands push at my chest, sure and sensual, making my cock jerk in my pants. Her mouth touches mine briefly, her lips soft and supple. “I don’t want to think about him anymore. I want to focus on myself and live my best life. For the first time in a long time, I feel free, like I can be myself with you. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of wasting any more of my energy thinking or talking about him.”
“Aubrey, I didn’t mean to?—”
Her lips silence my words, and the action shocks me. She pushes until my back meets the wall, and her feet are dangerously close to a pressure plate.
“Aubrey I?—”
“I haven’t done this in a while, so just let me?” she asks, eyes shining in the low light. Then she twists her tongue with mine,making me lose myself in her taste and the little sounds she makes in the back of her throat.
My dear, you can have and do whatever you please,I want to tell her, but I keep silent, wondering what it is exactly. Her fingers fumble at the seam of my pants, while her mouth remains firmly against mine.
“Aubrey,” I moan when she grabs my rapidly stiffening cock.
My eyes go wide when my slacks pool around my ankles and her hand makes a fist around me, jerking me to hardness.Oh fuck.My nose crinkles, and I stifle a groan seconds later when she kneels and her warm mouth encircles the head of my cock. I close my eyes and lightly fist my hands in her blonde hair. She sucks and I moan, flinching when I hear the snick of the stone step that activates the sliding door.
“Aubrey . . .”
“God, your cock is so big.”
Behind her, the room goes silent and utensils clatter to the floor. Dammit. I didn’t realize how close we were to the dining room.
The new chef looks as if she’s seen a ghost. “What the fuck is this place?”
“I want to live here forever,” George exclaims from somewhere near the back of the room.Cheeky bugger, that one.
