Page 26 of The Vampire's Thirst
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Tyrwaited for Jace beside his motorcycle, plugged into Rancour’s “Banished.”
The door to the Ministry of Well Being opened. The tall strawberry blonde who walked toward him was sexy as hell. A high and tight ponytail tied back with a colorful scarf swished from side to side with her hip movement. Plaid pants stopped mid-calf, showing off flat black shoes. She wore two matching sweaters, the outer one with tons of tiny buttons. Tyr’s warlock heart thumped against his chest when he remembered what was hidden under the clothes.
Red skimpy panties and a lacy bra.Oh, baby.
He wanted to unwrap her. Unsnapping her bra, he’d free those luscious breasts. He’d nip on them a while before he hooked a thumb in her panties to slide them down her legs.
Where are these dumb ideas coming from? I’m hardcore. She’s definitely not.
She smoothed hands down the snug sweaters and on to her hips. “I’m dressed like a fifty’s throwback, sweater set and all. Have you ever seenHappy Days?”
“Sure. Brak and I did a TV sitcom marathon once. The Fonz.” He combed fingers through the hair on the sides of his head. “Great stuff.”
Sabine must be yucking up the clothing choices. But they fit Jace. She was an innocent from the fifties. Off limits.
As Jace drew closer, her eyes widened, bouncing from Tyr to his ride.
“What?” The Firebrand stubbed out his cigarette and removed an earbud.
“A motorcycle?” The female eyed him from boots to spiked hair. “No wonder you’re wearing a lot of leather.”
Tyr glanced down. Leather pants. Leather jacket. Leather boots. “So?”
“Nothing.”
When he tossed her a helmet, he glared. “Put this on.”
“I’ve never ridden on a motorcycle.”
“I’m shocked.”
“They’re not safe.”
“They are when I drive. Now zip it and get on. You asked me to take you to the stronghold and here I am. If you want somebody else, I can call.” He cocked his head as he waited for an answer.
Jace slipped the helmet over her head. “I’ll go with you, but I still think these contraptions are unsafe. They don’t call them a surgeon’s wet dream for nothing.”
“Life’s full of bad shit.” Tyr grabbed her arm, pulling her forward. He snapped on her headgear and tugged. “Now you’re safe.” He swung a leg over his machine, motioning for Jace to climb on behind him. “Keep your feet on these. Hang on tight to my waist.”
When her hands slipped around him, he shuddered. Which made no sense. The chick was straight out of the fifties. Not only were they opposites, but he didn’t even like her type. The don’t-rock-the-boat type. Boats should be rocked, and sometimes they should be poked full of holes, capsized, and scuttled. But his only job was to drop her at the stronghold and be on his way. He hoped the taint of home-and-apple-pie didn’t stick to him.
Tyr took off with a lurch, squealing into a lane while Jace’s fingers dug into his flesh. She let out a little yip as he smiled.
Once traffic grew light, Tyr throttled up, speeding along, hoping to scare Little Miss Priss.
“Faster,” she yelled in his ear.
What the fuck?The uptight female likes speed. Let’s see how she takes this.
With an open road ahead, he shot forward.
She poked a raised thumb in his face.
Surprise. Surprise.
Tyr took the long way. He planned to humble the princess, but the best laid plans and all that shit. The longer ride was worth it. Her breasts pressed against his back while her hands drifted further down his hips. For a fifty’s chick, she squeezed dangerously close to his raging hard-on. When he pulled into the stronghold’s underground garage, he stuck out a hand to assist her off the bike. Just like a gentleman.
