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  Not wanting to drain his energy completely this first time, I took a small portion of his strength from his cock and a bigger portion from his jugular. Sweeping the tips of my throbbing nipples against the solid wall of his chest, I lashed my tongue across the tightly strung vein in his neck. It corded further with that lick. My heart and tongue pulsed in synchronized anticipation. Elongating my canine teeth into needle-sharp points, I sank them into his neck.

  Ryan bowed up on the stairs, driving his cock even deeper inside my soaking body. “Holy Christ!”

  He sounded more pained than I wanted him just now, so I hit him with a shot of mental seduction. His hips kept up their wild bucking and he struggled against the bindings of my second self’s hair, but the look on his face quickly became raw and endless pleasure.

  “That’s awesome,” he moaned as I rode his cock and sucked his blood, and felt orgasm pooling thick and hungry in my core.

  I drank greedily until the pumping of his hips slowed and the struggle to free his arms quit, telling me I’d taken as much blood as I dared. I saved a last mouthful as I sealed the small twin wounds with the damp swipe of my tongue.

  Bringing my lips to his, I applied pressure until his parted and then fed him the sweet nectar of his life force. His tongue resisted, pushing back against mine. Then it melted, going soft and pliable, feeding needfully. The bucking of his cock resurged, the fight to free his hands renewed.

  Feeling strong for the blood, I slipped a finger between our bodies and stroked my clit in time with the contracting of my vaginal muscles. I felt strong for Ryan’s orgasm then, too, as climax ripped through me as a fiercely shuddering wave and he roared with his own as he pumped hot and silky fluid into my passage.

  I didn’t need time to recharge. My breath was coming fast, but it was mostly for show at this point. Still, I let him have ten seconds to bask in what I knew was the best orgasm of his life before I withdrew my second self and, in doing so, freed his arms.

  “So, do I get the job?” I asked in a practiced Southern drawl as I lifted from his lap to stand on the bottom step.

  His eyes opened to reveal murky deep green touched with confusion. I dipped a finger into the juices trickling down my thighs, and then sucked the shimmering tip between my lips on a throaty sigh.

  His breath caught. His softening cock jerked. The confusion left his eyes and he hit me with an exultant grin. “Welcome home.”

  I laughed. “I’m already loving it.”

  I could see myself loving Ryan, too. Right to death.

  Chapter Two

  Ryan

  I don’t know what it was about Deitre, but she removed the nasty shit that had been lurking in my head for months and replaced it with a single-minded need to fuck her. Speaking of fuck…How the fuck had I forgotten about a condom?

  Only, I knew that answer. It had everything to do with her open-legged stance on the bottom step and the way her glistening pussy plumped out from the tugged-aside crotch of her panties. Even more to do with the teasing glint in her eyes as she dipped her finger back into the stream of fluid dribbling along her naked inner thighs.

  From the second she opened my door, she had me aching for her. And I ached again now, with the want to lean forward and lap at her cream-coated finger.

  But, hell, I had to focus. At least, enough to note our oversight. “There’s a problem.”

  “What’s the matter, bad boy?” She punctuated the question by rubbing her creamy finger over the peak of an erect, dusky-pink nipple.

  I groaned while my shaft pulsed to near hardness again, like it hadn’t just released the most mind-consuming climax of my life.

  Strange how completely that orgasm had gotten to me, considering I’d never been all that turned on by dominant lovers. Deitre had let me have the lead for a handful of on-again, off-again seconds. All in all, though, there was no mistaking she liked to be the one in control.

  She was in control even now, playing my body like a machine attuned to her every move as her fingers darted down again to trail through our cum.

  In search of reprieve, I stared into the living room beyond her. “I lost my head.”

  She let go a rich, thick laugh dripping with Southern seduction. “I’d say.”

  Fighting the sensual echo, I sent a pointed glance at my shiny, bare dick. “We didn’t use a condom.”

  A touch of the taunting heat left her eyes, but just a touch. “Not a problem. I can’t get pregnant and I’m not carrying any diseases.”

  Thank God for that. “Yeah, I’m clean, too.”

  The thing was I did want kids. The desire had grown considerably the last few months, with spending time around my brother and his fiancée and seeing the obvious love between them. But I couldn’t settle down and start a family until I got the issues in my head cleared up, permanently. And I wouldn’t start one with some random chick I’d barely known fifteen minutes.

  Even so, Deitre’s comment intrigued me. “Are you sterile?”

  “Something like that.” The teasing left her eyes entirely. With a sober look, she moved off the bottom step onto the tan carpet, pulling her tank top down over her breasts in the process.

  Obviously, I’d hit on a topic she didn’t like to discuss. Duly noted. As was the fact that I could sink into her whenever the urge hit and not have to worry about protection. Assuming she planned to sleep with me again.

  It was a question to ask later. Twenty-four hours on at the firehouse had apparently just caught up with me in a huge way. Much as I hated to leave her to get herself moved in, I felt like if I didn’t get to my bed in about thirty seconds, I was going to pass out on the stairs.

  Concern came into Deitre’s eyes. She tipped her head to the side, sending the length of her thick red locks cascading over her left shoulder and breast. “You okay? You’re looking a little on the pale side.”

  Not surprising, since I was feeling a little on the pukey side.

  Standing with supreme effort, I grabbed my jeans and briefs, but didn’t waste the strength to pull them on. “Just tired.” I braced my hand against the stairwell wall as a wave of dizziness struck. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

  “Right. I heard you guys went up against a major blaze this morning.”

  I momentarily forgot about my health with the response. Did she keep that close of an eye on the news, or how had she already heard about this morning’s apartment fire? “Where did you hear that?”

  “Same place I found out you needed a housemate. At the firehouse.”

  “Were you visiting someone?”

  “Yeah.” The teasing smile resurfaced. “My new coworkers.”

  Damn, I never saw that coming. I could guess, by her incredible strength and the lean, hard lines of her body, she wasn’t hired on as a dispatcher, either.

  I forced a smile of my own to let her know how pleased I was with the revelation. “In that case, welcome home and onto Ladder 19.”

  Now could she use some of her incredible strength to drag my exhausted ass up the stairs to my bed?

  After I’d slept the better part of the day, we’d spent the night of Deitre’s arrival chatting and getting busy. The next afternoon I was on for twenty-four hours again at the firehouse. I learned shortly before I left for work that she was on the same schedule. A good thing after seeing what a prime addition she made to the crew. A couple of the guys had made it their personal mission to heckle her for being the only female in the house. All it took was Deitre dropping them on their ass to prove she had the physical strength to do the job as efficiently as any man.

  Of course, our shared schedule wasn’t such a good thing when it meant every hour we weren’t either on the clock or sleeping, she was sending me fuck-me eyes I had zero tolerance to resist.

  This morning I’d headed out before she woke, leaving a note to say I was spending the day at my brother’s place outside the city. Probably, I should have invited her along. But then, probably that would have been defeating the pu
rpose of getting the hell away from her.

  Sex with Deitre was amazing to the point every orgasm seemed like an honest-to-God spiritual experience. But every orgasm also left me drained.

  Despite sleeping a full eight hours last night, I felt weary now as I bypassed the rambling, three-story Victorian estate house Jack had bought for his fiancée, Carinna, to turn into a bed-and-breakfast. The transformation process was complete on over half the house and, judging by the number of cars occupying the back lot, business was good.

  Smiling to know Carinna’s dream had come to fruition, I continued past a row of trees to the sizeable pole barn they camouflaged. The door was open a couple inches and low music pealed out. The music registered as a tribute song from the eighties as I cleared the door. Jack sat on a workbench a dozen feet away, lovingly working a rag over the chrome bumper of a nearly restored turquoise-and-white Chevrolet Bel Air.

  And I do mean lovingly. Since the time we were kids, my brother had a serious chrome fetish. “Betcha got a woody just rubbing her.”

  He shot me a guilty grin from beneath a black mustache as I joined him at the front of the car. “Don’t tell Carinna.”

  “Like you haven’t had her up against the hood a dozen times already.”

  Not bothering to deny it, Jack grabbed a rag from a pack near his foot and tossed it my way. “I didn’t expect to see you until Wednesday.”

  Since Jack and Carinna had moved out of the city, we’d changed our once-weekly Wednesday poker nights to bimonthly. Generally, I didn’t get out this way on off days. Generally, I didn’t have a she-devil acting like she would happily forgo both lunch and dinner to eat my cock, either.

  Shrugging, I squatted on the other side of the bumper and went to work on cleaning the over fifty-year-old part. “I had the day off and wanted to get out of the house.”

  “Just admit it. You miss me.”

  “I do. Sometimes.” Jack had been my coworker at the firehall for nearly a decade and a father figure for far longer. Afraid of dying on the job and leaving a family behind, the way our father had, he’d quit the crew to help Carinna around the B and B while working his way toward owning a classic car restoration garage. “But actually I wanted some time off from Deitre.”

  “That your latest woman?”

  “She’s my new housemate.”

  “I didn’t know you found one.” I nodded, and he frowned. “So what’s the problem?”

  “She’s a firefighter. Actually, she’s the newest member of Ladder 19.”

  “Sounds pretty perfect to me.”

  “She is. Too perfect. I can’t stop thinking about her.” Even as I said the words, Deitre’s sultry smile appeared in my mind. Followed by those vibrant red lips diving down and sucking hard on my bare, stiff cock.

  I shook my head against the vision. I’d been having them every few hours or so since I got off work yesterday and each one felt less like a hallucination and more like she really was doing me. Just that quick glimpse had my pulse speeding and my cock pressing semihard against the fly of my nylon shorts.

  Jack sent a glare at my hand. “You’re cleaning it, not working a hole in it.”

  Realizing my hand had gone from gentle rubbing to furious scrubbing, I murmured an apology and slowed my pace.

  His glare turned to a shit-eating grin. “Baby brother’s falling for a girl. About damned time.”

  “It’s nothing like that,” I quickly assured him before he bolted inside the B and B and shared the news with Carinna. “I just can’t be in the same room with Deitre without wanting to screw her. I mean, she’s hot, yeah. But this is ridiculous. I swear all she has to do is look my way and I’m rock-hard and taking her up against the wall. Seriously, Viagra has nothing on this chick.”

  “Is she not reciprocating?”

  “Nah, she is. Whenever I want it and sometimes when I swear I don’t.”

  “Somehow I never thought you’d see sex as a problem.”

  “It’s not a huge deal. Just I’ve been dragging ass lately. Last night I would have liked to have gone to bed, but then I get there and I hear her voice calling good-night, and next thing I know we were screwing like we hadn’t seen each other in months.”

  Amusement filled Jack’s eyes. In a moderately sober tone, he suggested, “Maybe you should get a different housemate.”

  “I don’t want to do that. She is pretty perfect.” Frankly, the thought of not sleeping with her had my guts feeling just as pukey as they’d felt after she did me on the stairs that first morning. “Maybe I should tell her I’m not quite on par with the guys she’s obviously been with in the past.”

  Bafflement took over Jack’s expression as his hand stilled on the bumper. “You—Cock Dempsey—are actually going to say that to a woman?”

  In the months before Deitre came along, I hadn’t been living up to my nickname so much. But neither my brother nor the guys at the firehouse knew that. I didn’t want them knowing it, either. Didn’t want to come close to them learning how badly I felt like I’d fucked up at that apartment fire a year before and the lasting repercussions it was having on me.

  “You’re right, bro. I’ll just make it a point to pick up some vitamins on the way back to the house.” Standing, I tossed the rag back at him. “In the meantime, can I snag one of your spare bedrooms for a few hours?”

  “Sure. But let Carinna know you’re there. Otherwise she might walk in and think you’re me after some morning loving. Then you won’t only have more sex to deal with, you’ll have a brother with a shotgun aimed at your balls.”

  Deitre

  Wet with anticipation, I hoisted myself up on the firehouse’s kitchen counter and untied the sash of my green, nkle-length robe. Then I yelled for Ryan. Mixing business with pleasure wasn’t a risk I should take, but I was having too much fun with him to keep the toying confined to the house. Besides, if I really thought we were in danger of getting caught by anyone who mattered, I could transport myself to another room.

  He shouted back from the dining room just outside the kitchen door. At last look, a half-dozen guys sat around the long, narrow table, shooting the breeze while tossing back pizzas dropped off courtesy of the Italian restaurant across the street.

  “I need your help,” I called again. “The knob’s stuck on the…hot thing.”

  Male laughter roared through the door. Most of it was good humor. Some of it was derisive. I could guess the owners of the scornful laughs and vowed to pay them back later. After I finished paying Ryan back.

  The door pushed in a half foot and he stuck his head inside, a suspicious look on his face. His gaze fastened on my position on the counter, then quickly slid to the bare portion of my legs and feet sticking out from beneath my robe. Warily, he asked, “Which knob on what hot thing?”

  Smiling, I parted the sides of my robe to reveal my nude body. His eyes darted to my breasts, and I took a nipple between my fingers and twisted. “This one.”

  His eyes slammed closed as the door shut behind him. Opening them, he vowed, “You’re going to be the death of me, woman.”

  If he only knew how right he was…. “Does that mean you aren’t going to help me fix it?”

  The want to do precisely that flared as dark green desire in his eyes. “You realize if the chief catches us, we could both get canned? Maybe you don’t care, but I’ve been here for almost a decade and this place was in my blood long before that.”

  Pushing out my lower lip, I pulled my robe back together. “You’re right. We shouldn’t play.”

  “Christ, don’t pout.”

  “I’m not trying. You’re just so sexy and I can’t think about you without wanting you.” That much was true. For all that I was making Ryan want me, with both my actions and the visions I planted in his head when I knew they wouldn’t interfere with his ability to do his job, he had my mind pretty well taken over in return. It wasn’t the first time a male intended as my victim had made me desire him. But it was the first time in fifty or sixty ye
ars. “Don’t worry about it. As wet as I am, I probably won’t even notice if it’s your cock or a vibrator inside me.”

  A pained sort of lust flashed over his face as he eyed my thinly-covered crotch. “How did you get so wet?”

  “Like this.” Sliding the lower half of the robe apart again by spreading my thighs, I slipped a finger inside my pussy and pumped.

  On a low growl, Ryan strode across the room. He jerked the fly of his jeans down and yanked out his solid cock with a speed and grace even a succubus had to appreciate. “You seriously are going to be the death of me.”

  Grabbing my butt, he jerked me to the edge of the counter and right onto his waiting cock. I nearly cried out as pleasure, raw and intense, whipped through my body. Then I remembered where we were and that I wasn’t yet ready for either of us to lose our jobs.

  “How the hell do you stay so tight?” he demanded as he shoved to the hilt, again and again.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and thrust my tongue into his mouth, licking at his tongue and teeth and stealing a bit of his energy in the meantime. I lifted my lips away, feeling revived and eager for orgasm. Truthfully, I said, “I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.”

  Ryan’s chest slammed against my breasts as his breath jerked out like he couldn’t get enough air. He didn’t attempt a reply, but fixed glassy eyes on my face and pounded inside my dripping sheath like a man possessed. He wasn’t. Not at the moment. To know how badly he wanted me, even when I wasn’t influencing his thoughts, made me wetter for him yet.

  “Cock?” a man’s deep voice shouted from somewhere on the other side of the kitchen door.

  “God, yeah, it is,” Ryan got out in a thin voice.

  I stilled the rocking of my hips. I could teleport out of here, but I’d prefer not to leave him with a memory loss of the last few minutes if avoidable. “That wasn’t me.”