In Blood and Worth Loving Page 4

  Conner was fond of saying Rayna was a gift from the spirits. After just a week of learning how to care for her, she had quickly bewitched and enchanted them all so that they made no real effort to locate her parents. Anyone who tried to take her from them would have incurred the wrath and unbridled fury of three full-blood vampires prepared to kill to keep her.

  Admittedly they had all spoiled her and never allowed her to want for anything. And now they were reaping the rewards for having overindulged her.

  “What the hell has that got to do with anything, Conner? Besides you’re the one who became feral and threatening if Jay or I even hinted that her disobedient ass needed even a slight slap. If we’d have tried to spank her, we’d have risked your tearing us apart!”

  Conner shrugged. “Spare me your shit, Adrian. Like you or Jay would have actually laid a finger on her. The moment either of you lifted a hand or raised your voice, she’d bat those beautiful brown eyes at you and tell you how much she loved you and how lucky she was to have you in her life and it would be Redwolfe brothers zero and Rayna 5,089. Besides, I’m not the one she suckered into driving two hours to meet one of her nice but plain friends.”

  Adrian frowned. “What makes you think she’s plain?”

  “Isn’t this Brandi as plain as the rest of Rayna’s friends?”

  He’d certainly thought so at first. He shrugged. “She’s not a traditional beauty,” he hedged, strangely reluctant to call her plain.

  “By which you mean she’s plain as hell.”

  “I didn’t say that!” No one as sensual and passionate as Brandi Knight could be called plain.

  Conner frowned. “Have you ever wondered why a girl as beautiful as Rayna only has plain-Jane friends? Do you think we raised her with some kind of complex or is there something else going on?”

  “I’m not in the mood for a theoretical discussion about Rayna’s friends. Besides, how old do you have to be before you realize looks aren’t everything?”

  “Excuse the hell out of me, Mr. I like-them-thin-and-blonde-and-supermodel beautiful-and-white.”

  The response infuriated Adrian. “I don’t have to explain my preference in women to you or anyone else.”

  “Too true. If you like white women, you like them. Personally I prefer a woman with darker skin and more curves.”

  Then Brandi Knight would be perfect for him. Adrian frowned, wondering why Rayna hadn’t set Conner and Brandi up with a weekend of sex. “You can like who the hell you like, Conner.”

  Conner’s nostrils flared. “So can you, but judging by the scent of you, I’d say you’re going to have some ‘splainin’ to do when Rayna learns you fucked her friend and then left her stranded at the cabin.”

  He narrowed his gaze. “Who says she’s stranded?”

  “She did when she called here looking for Rayna. She was practically in tears.”

  Detecting a hint of accusation in Conner’s tone, Adrian narrowed his gaze. “You know human women. They’re manipulative and get weepy at the slightest imagined… slight.”

  “Ahhh. Imagined slight? So this Brandi Knight imagines things and isn’t your type?”

  “No she’s not.”

  “Hmmm. Skin too dark for you?”

  “I did not say that!”

  “No you didn’t. Tell me, Adrian, how many times did it take before you knew that?”

  He stared coolly at Conner. “How many times did what take before I knew what?”

  “How many times did you fuck her before you decided she wasn’t your type?”

  He bared his incisors. “Are you implying I used her? If you are, let me remind you that she willingly agreed to meet me for a weekend of unprotected sex.”

  “I know that, but as you said, she’s human. She sounded so vulnerable on the phone.”

  “And how the hell is that my fault?”

  Conner shrugged. “I don’t recall saying it was your fault.”

  “But you implied it.”

  “Did I?” Conner tilted his head. “Or are you feeling a little sensitive and/or guilty?”

  “I have no reason to feel either! Where is Rayna?”

  “I drove her to the airport tonight to spend a few weeks soaking up the Hawaiian sunshine.”

  Adrian compressed his lips. He didn’t like the idea of her being so far away from home without one of them close by to protect her. “Why did you let her go?”

  “She’s forty-nine, Adrian, and as you know she nearly always gets her way thanks to her pampered life. We can’t coddle her forever. She wanted to go so she went.”

  “Without help from you? She spends her paycheck before she earns it and I know her credit cards are maxed out. There’s no way she had the means to pay for a plane ticket.”

  “So? I paid for the ticket and paid off the balance on one of her cards. So sue me.”

  Damn Conner for not grounding her ass. He shook his head. “A few weeks? What about her job?”

  “Having achieved her goal, she resigned.”

  “What goal is that, Conner?”

  “Setting you up with her friend.” He grinned. “Having done that, she got out of Dodge to give you time to cool off until she’s ready to come home and pull the wool over your eyes again.”

  “Well, it’s not going to work.” He pointed at his twin. “I’m warning you, Conner. Rayna’s ass is mine when she returns. Don’t try and get between us.”

  A hint of fury briefly flared in his twin’s eyes. “We’ll see. In the meantime, tell me about her friend.”

  “What’s to tell except that her family has a lot for which to answer?”

  “Why? Did her table manners leave something to be desired?”

  Conner was clearly enjoying his discomfort. “What the hell can they be thinking to allow her to go off spending the weekend fucking strange men?”

  “There’s no family to object.”

  “None?”

  “She’s an only child. Her parents overdosed when she was just six.”

  Damn. He frowned. “Aunts and uncles?”

  “Both her parents were only kids.”

  “Who raised her?”

  “Her grandparents raised her to be as unlike her parents as possible. They were in their sixties when her parents overdosed. Imagine what Brandi’s life must have been like trying to be a good enough girl to please them.”

  Imagining the picture Conner painted gave him no pleasure. “And now?”

  “Her grandparents died in a plane crash a year ago.”

  “So she’s totally alone?”

  Conner nodded.

  She was alone in the world with no male to protect her. He caught himself. Why should he care? “Why would she agree to spend the weekend with me?”

  “She likes to fuck and I’m thinking she didn’t get to do it nearly as much as she wanted when her grandparents were alive. They certainly wouldn’t have approved of her planned weekend to fuck you senseless.”

  And damn if that wasn’t exactly what she’d done. Even now, he wanted her again…wanted to palm her large, lovely ass, and slide balls deep into the sweetest pussy he’d ever had the pleasure to fuck.

  The sudden and unwelcome thought that she might have lied about the number of lovers she’d had annoyed him. He didn’t even want to think about the lovers yet to slide between her lovely, silken thighs. “What about her man?”

  “She’s between them at the moment.”

  “How do you know so much about her, Conner?”

  “Rayna told me—when she was trying to sucker me into spending a weekend with her.”

  So Rayna had tried to set her up with Conner. Thank God she hadn’t succeeded with Conner or Adrian would have missed the most incredible fuck of his life.

  “Say what you want about my being overprotective of Rayna, Adrian, but I wasn’t enough of a sap to be tricked into bedding her friend.”

  Adrian gave Conner a cool look. He wouldn’t be so damn smug if he knew what a fantastic lover Brandi was.
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br />   Conner glanced at his watch. “Still, I think I’ll take a run up to the cabin. See you on Monday.” Conner turned away.

  Adrian gripped his shoulder and swung him around. “Why?”

  “Why what?”

  “Why are you going to the cabin?”

  “If you’ll recall you left the charming and weepy Ms. Knight stranded there.”

  “So?”

  “Was she so disappointing in bed you feel she deserves to have to walk back to Philly?”

  He ignored the censure he heard in Conner’s voice. “The ride there and back is only about four hours. Why the hell won’t I see you before Monday?”

  Conner arched a brow. “I like the scent of her pussy I smell on you. And even close to tears she has a sexy voice.”

  “What the hell does she have to cry about?”

  “You’re asking me? I should be asking you that question. You’re the one who fucked and ran and left her in tears. You must be a little rusty. Maybe you need to work on your technique.”

  Adrian compressed his lips. “My technique is fine!”

  “I wonder if she’d agree after the way you walked out on her.”

  Any male who dared treat Rayna as he’d treated Brandi would be beaten to within an inch of his miserable life. But hell would freeze over before he admitted that to Conner.

  “I think I’ll spend the next two days deciding if Rayna’s right that full-figured black women make the best lovers. And what man can resist the allure of a human woman with enough self-confidence to admit she loves to fuck? Lord knows I can’t, even if you can.” He turned away.

  Adrian felt his temper rising. He jerked Conner around. “You keep your cock in your pants. I’ll go back and take the teasing little bitch home myself.”

  Conner arched a brow. “If she’s such a teasing bitch why bother?”

  He wasn’t about to admit that the idea of her beautiful brown eyes filled with tears bothered him. “Rayna would expect me to see her safely back to Philly.” He quickly left Rayna’s suite before Conner could protest. He ran down the staircase to the foyer.

  Conner laughed. “Nice try, but don’t think I’m buying that explanation, Adrian.”

  Sometimes having an identical twin who knew what he thought and felt before he did was damned annoying. He turned to stare up at Conner who stood at the top of the staircase. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “That you don’t want to admit the obvious—you found her pussy’s too good to share. You’re okay with stranding her there but you’re not okay with the thought of my sampling her delights.”

  “You’re getting delusional in your old age.”

  Conner’s smile vanished. “Don’t I wish that were true? Stand firm, Adrian, or we’ll all be doomed to the same fate.”

  “What the hell are you ranting about, Conner?”

  “If you succumb to Brandi that spoiled rotten, match-making niece of yours won’t rest until she’d suckered all three of us into alliances with her no doubt charming, but plain as hell, full-figured friends. As you go, so will Jay and I. So don’t fall or we’ll be close behind you.”

  “If you think I’m going to fall for Brandi Knight, you really are delusional.”

  “Really?” Conner looked pointedly at Adrian’s groin. “Then why the hell is your cock hardening? Does just the thought of her get you hot and bothered? She that good of a lay?”

  “Fuck off!”

  “Jay and I have learned our lesson. We won’t make the mistake of admitting to Rayna that we’re ready to settle down.”

  “I’m not settling down with Brandi Knight.”

  “Sure you’re not.”

  Ignoring Conner, he jerked the mansion door open and went back out to his car, parked in the oval in front of the mansion.

  Inside his car, he sat brooding. A picture of Brandi alone and in tears haunted him. What must she think of him now? Was he still her fantasy male? Unnerved that he even cared, he made several calls before he drove off.

  Chapter Five

  After a long hot soak in the sunken tub equipped with pulsing jets in the master bathroom, Brandi wandered back into the bedroom, nude. She’d change the linen on the bed and go to sleep. She’d worry about how she’d get back to Philly in the morning after breakfast.

  Noting the pink stains on the sheet, she stiffened. The first minutes of sex with Adrian had been painful, but she hadn’t realized he’d made her bleed. She glanced across the room. The light cream carpet bore numerous pink stains.

  Frowning at the number of stains, she fingered herself. Although her pussy was sore, she didn’t feel any tears or rips that would account for the blood.

  She shrugged off the impulse to attempt to remove the stains. Let him worry about their removal. She changed the sheets, got into the big bed, turned off the bedside lamps, only to lay awake wondering what she could have said differently to keep Adrian with her. Finally, she drifted into a sweet dream of Adrian making love to her.

  Adrian arrived back at the cabin a little after one in the morning. He stalked silently through the six-room building to the master bedroom. Deep, even breathing reached his ears. He crossed the carpet to lift the sheet covering Brandi’s body. She slept on her side with the tip of her tongue peeking out from between her soft full lips.

  He placed the vase he’d brought with him on the nightstand by the bed. He then eased her onto her back.

  She murmured what sounded like his name in her sleep.

  He liked the idea that she might be dreaming of him. But why dream when he was there in person? He gently parted her long, lovely legs. Damn, what a beautiful sight. He stroked his palm down her inner thighs close to her pussy.

  She whispered his name again.

  He shifted his gaze upward. Thinking of her upcoming birthday, he imagined how perfectly a two-carat diamond solitaire suspended on a thin eighteen-carat yellow gold chain would look circling her throat or nestled between the generous cleavage of her warm, chocolate breasts.

  He took a mental picture of her while he stood admiring the beauty of her dark, naked flesh with the round ass made for spanking and the large, succulent breasts perfect for sucking, and the aromatic pussy perfectly molded to deliver incredible ecstasy. His cock hardened and his balls tightened.

  She was an incredibly sensual woman capable of inciting his passions like no other human female, and then fully satisfying them. What had possessed him to stalk off and leave her alone when she’d so clearly wanted him to stay and ravish her again? Only a fool would deprive himself of the pleasure of lying in her arms, feeling her soft palms on his ass, and having her cries of delight filling his ears. What male worth the name could resist her sweet allure? What male would want to?

  The trip back to Philly and everything else could wait. His need to push between her thighs and get lost in the rapture of her again couldn’t. He tossed the sheet aside. He kept his gaze on her sleeping body while he kicked off his shoes. By the time he finished undressing he knew without looking that the pre-cum seeping from his cock carried a generous amount of blood.

  He thought of the condoms he’d purchased on the return drive. His gaze was drawn to her pussy again. There was no way in hell he was going to put on a condom. Feeling feral and hungry for her pussy and blood, he joined her on the bed. As he lifted her right leg and brushed his fingers along her slit, he acknowledged Conner had been right. Her pussy was too good to share…too exquisite to allow another male’s cock anywhere near it. He brushed his lips against her toes before sucking them into his mouth. For the rest of the weekend, this warm, voluptuous woman was his exclusive property.

  Brandi woke to find herself sprawled on her back. Firm, cool lips sucked insistently on her right toes, sending a jolt of desire through her. A hard shaft rested against her wet slit, ready to slide in deep and hard. Dark blue eyes glowed down at her.

  A chill of desire and need tingled through her. Then she smiled. “Adrian! I was just dreaming that you’d come back and n
ow you have.”

  He lifted his lips from her toes. “Yes. I came back for this!” He thrust his hips forward.

  “Oh…” She licked her lips and pinched her nipples as she savored the slow slide of his huge cock deep into her body. “Oh…yes…oh, yes. I love the feel of your huge cock stretching and filling my pussy.”

  “My pussy,” he corrected in a rough, lust-filled voice.

  “Your pussy,” she agreed. “Take it…fuck it…fill it with your cum.”