Hunting My Vampire (Immortal Vampire #3)

Chapter Three

Kaya

I slept badly and woke up the next morning in a bad temper.

I nearly overslept and had to rush to get Princess ready for school and drop her off before the teachers locked the gates. I then went to open up the auto shop and checked our book for the day.

Things were slow at work, lately.

The owner, Fuzz, had taken off some time to be with his family, leaving me in charge. It had been a quiet month so far and this was not a good thing. People needed to be paid and Fuzz had kids to feed. He didn’t pay me much but I was counting on that pay cheque too. I was grateful for the job. After I had come out of the hospital with a weak back and a mind that seemed to wander at weird times, it was clear to me that I needed to slow down and take time to recuperate. But I’ve never been one for slow walks and peaceful swims at the public pool. I needed to keep busy. I had some mechanical auto work skills, that I’d picked up, mostly from the sheriff who had been like my foster dad. We used to spend our weekends fiddling with car engines in the shed. He liked to say that cars don’t talk back, which I learned to appreciate.

Fuzz didn’t really need extra hands as business was often slow but his other employee, Roberto, was often in late, reeking of booze and was not that reliable.

That day I was alone in the shop and was about to close early when the light started fading. I was about to lock up when I saw a gorgeous Lamborghini Huracán drive up to the shopfront.

When the driver’s door opened, it was Jack Beaufort getting out of it.

I had been expecting him to be honest.

All night long, I’d been rolling around, unable to fall asleep. I kept waking up, dreaming of him putting his hands on me.

I wanted him and I knew I had to fight it. But I was not the girl I used to be and I didn’t know if I was strong enough to resist him.

“We meet again,” he said, taking off his designer sunglasses.

I was too tired to come up with a snappy response.

All day long, I had tried to keep my thoughts away from him, focusing on my only job for the moment, an old Chevy that really had only needed a tune-up. By the time I was done with it, the engine had basically been overhauled.

“I would like to know if you have the capacity to check our fleet of cars for the Topaz Group,” he said.

“You know we don’t,” I said. “We’re a small shop, we can take maybe five cars at most and it will take a few days to work through them.”

“Then we do that,” he said graciously, smiling his big grin at me. “When you’re finished with those, we send in the next few.”

He leaned over the counter. “I hear you have excellent hands.”

His voice was low, sexy.

I felt a twitch in my groin, my body ignoring my mind.

I decided to ignore it.

“On second thought, we can’t do it. I’m here alone, it’s too much. Please take your business to Richmond or Burlington.”

He was still smiling.

“How about the Lambo?” he asked. “Could you look at it for me?”

I looked over to the car. “What’s wrong with it?” I asked in spite of myself. It was a beautiful machine and it looked like it was in perfect condition.

“There is a bit of a leak, I think,” he said.

“Could be a worn seal? You should really have a qualified technician look at it though,” I added quickly.

“I trust you,” he said, this time without a smile. He stared into my eyes, his blue eyes turning dark. I found myself unable to breathe, swallowing with difficulty. The air was thick with desire and sexual attraction.

I stepped away from the desk, trying to break the tension.

“Bring it into the workshop,” I said, slightly breathless, motioning for him to bring the car round.

I walked into the office at the back to get some of my finer tools and when I turned around, he was there in the office with me. He closed the door behind him. We were alone in the workshop and he knew it.

“What are you doing?” I asked him, breathless.

“Kaya.” He only said my name and I felt my pulse quickening.

“No!” I said, firmly. “This isn’t happening!”

I pushed him aside, opening the door.

He didn’t try to stop me but as I opened the door he almost whispered, “Why are you fighting me?”

I wanted to say that he knew why; that I couldn’t allow him anywhere near me, that he was dangerous. But his presence was overpowering, it was making me dizzy. He was filling the space with his presence and I couldn’t think clearly anymore. I knew giving in to him was bad but I couldn’t remember why. It seemed like my body wanted this too, why wouldn’t my mind just let it go?

“Stop this,” I said to him, pleadingly.

“Only you can stop it,” he said to me, his voice barely audible. “I can’t help it, I want you, I can’t think of anything else.”

He stepped forward and there were mere inches between us. I closed my eyes but I could feel him standing so close to me. I felt myself drawn to him, trying to hold myself back but it was impossible.

I wouldn’t allow myself to give in though, I wouldn’t tell him it was okay. He was waiting for a sign from me. For some reason, he wasn’t going to make the first move. I could hardly believe it. It seemed almost gentlemanly. I hadn’t expected such courtesy from him, a vampire, of all things. Suddenly, with a bit of a shock, I realized I wanted him to push me up against the wall, I wanted him to be rough with me. I’d never been one for romance and soft candlelight. I liked a real man and the feel of hands that were rough and knew how to work.

I felt something come over me, a shift in my mood, my guard coming down. I moved closer to him, almost touching him, but not quite.

It was all the invitation he needed.

He slammed my body against the wall, kissing me with such ferocity that I was stunned and immediately felt incredibly turned on. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening but he was warm, not cold as I’d expected. The heat that radiated from him enveloped me and I was kissing him back, hungrily. His hands were all over me, squeezing and stroking, hard and rough.

God, it felt good.

It had been so long since I had been with a man. These were not the kind of feelings I usually indulged. I didn’t like to get too close to people, especially men. I never invited anyone home. Casual flings, drunk one-night stands, these were the sorts of hook-ups I generally went for. And it had been a long time since I had been with anyone like that.

He unzipped my overall, slid it off my shoulders and it collapsed in a heap at my feet. He kissed me again, his mouth hot against my neck and for a moment, I braced for the teeth, I wondered if this was the moment when he would drink my blood, but his lips moved down to my breasts, his hands cupping and caressing them.

I heard myself moaning and groaning, wanting more. My longing for him was so intense it took me by surprise. I felt myself pushing my pussy against him, begging him to touch me and he lifted me onto a workbench, spreading my legs as I leaned back, giving myself to him.

He was kissing my legs, his tongue trailing my thighs, sucking and licking the skin, while I was whimpering with delight. I couldn’t believe how good this felt, how much I wanted this. I no longer thought about anything else but having him inside of me as soon as possible, I wanted nothing else.

Then he moved up the inside of my legs and I could feel his tongue, butterfly light, flicking and licking inside, probing deeper. It was agony, I felt myself calling out to him to fuck me, not to keep me waiting.

He stood back, pulling away, looking at me with his hair disheveled, his eyes dark with lust.

“You want this?” he asked me and I nodded.

“Yes,” I said, “Yes, please.”

“How much?” he asked me, daring me to beg him.

I leaned forward and grabbed him, pulling him closer, felt his huge cock straining against his pants. I loosened the belt, pushed his pants down and took hold of his cock and put it in my mouth. I heard him gasp above me.

I leaned back and he came closer, turning me over in a fluid, quick movement. I was lying face down on the dirty surface, oil and grease smearing into my skin. Jack Beaufort opened my legs and entered me from behind. I felt an exquisite burst of pleasure as he moved inside of me, thrusting deeper and deeper. Waves of pleasure built higher and higher, coursing through my body and I couldn’t think of anything besides the unbelievable pleasure I was feeling.

I could feel the climax building and our bodies were moving in rhythm, dancing together, slick with sweat and exertion. When the release came, it was like an explosion inside of me, a wave crashing down and wiping out everything inside of me. I felt my body shake and convulse and our bodies were moving together, falling through space, tumbling back to earth.

I had never had sex like this before. Explosive and rough, almost animal-like.

This was incredible.

It was unbelievable.

It was a while before I could think clearly and form coherent thoughts. The first thing I did think, was how tired I was. I had not felt this tired in ages. All I could think of was how I had to get to my bed. I wanted to sleep forever.

I couldn’t get away from him fast enough.