Page 32 of Vampires Don't Give Hickeys
Chapter Eleven
Idressed and redidmy bun slowly between Sawyer’s languid, searing kisses. It was the perfect way to keep stalling the inevitable trip to the graveyard. The thought of going there again after what had happened last night threatened to eat up my courage and rot out my confidence in myself. I couldn’t let it, though. Irefusedto let it.
“We can’t come with you tonight,” Sawyer said, his eyes alight with desire once again as he cupped my face in his large hands. “Demons repel us, but we’ll be there in spirit with the things you’ll find on the kitchen table.”
I frowned. “Pie and coffee?”
“Those things and other things.” He kissed me again, almost to the point of senselessness. “I need a quick shower before I start my next shift on the phone.”
“You’ll think of me during your shower?”
With a smile, he guided my hands down the expanse of his tattooed chest and then lower to his straining cock between us. I wrapped my fingers around it and stroked, my tingling body echoing his shudders.
He threw his head back with a groan and covered my hands with his so we both jacked him off. “I’ve thought about you since the first time I set eyes on you, Belle. And I’ll continue to think about you every damn minute until I die a second time.”
I heaved a shaky breath as my body ignited for rounds two, three, and four with him all at once. All of my vamps dripped with sexual appeal, and I wanted to lap every bit of it up a thousand times over. But not right now. Sawyer and I both had important jobs to do, and mine was starting to itch at my feet and cramp my gut. Time to go.
Grinning, I sauntered out of his bedroom, my hips punching the air and leaving a trail of desire and sunshine in my wake. “See that you do.”
On the kitchen table, I found my cup of coffee and slice of apple pie, both of them somehow still steaming hot. Next to them were three gift-wrapped presents, along with a sealed envelope with my name on it. The letter inside it read:
Belle,
Happy birthday from the three of us.
Eddie, Jacek, and Sawyer
P.S. We’re also giving you a key to our house for daytime, or anytime. No pressure.
A weightless, giddy feeling pushed at my heart. I grinned so big I probably cracked my eardrums. They were giving me a key to their house. A key tothemat all hours. It was what I’d always wanted, and I hadn’t even known them a week ago.
Now I just had to figure out how to turn the devil down, live to tell about it, and defeat Paul before my next birthday. It sounded so easy in the safety of this house.
I pocketed the key that had been inside the envelope and then tore into the wrapped packages, my fingertips buzzing. Inside the first one rested a seraph knife, similar to the one in Eddie’s book. It lay on red velvet, the silver blade twisting into a lethal curve. Next to it sat a black leather holster. The brief note from Eddie read:
The holster is meant to be worn right around the sweet spot where I bit you.
