Thank goodness for Ambien. When Sadie realized the flight would be roughly twenty-three hours, she asked William to get with their doctor on what she could take to sleep through it. She didn’t mind traveling, but to be on a plane next to a sexy man and not be able to do anything about it was torture. The bathrooms were too small to try and have sex in, not that she wanted to have sex on the plane with Charles, but if the opportunity arose, she needed something other than a toilet, sink, and a door.
On the road toward his home in Queensland, she was awestruck by the beauty of the island. They were headed to the capital, Brisbane, the place he used to call home.
They pulled up to a gated home and upon rolling the windows down, he input a series of numbers into a keypad. The gates then began to open to the inside, and Charles pulled through.
The long and paved driveway brought the pair through a forest of trees. It was green, so very green.
“This is beautiful,” she whispered.
“Ace, my landscaper takes pride in his work.” He pulled his phone out and opened an app with a large circle on it that read ‘closed.’ He tapped it and it circled for a moment, then updated to ‘open.’
Moments later, the duo pulled into a three-car garage and parked.
“Welcome to my home away from home, Sadie. I’ll show you around and we can tour the island, whatever you’d like to do.”
“Okay, so crazy question. Do you have kangaroos as pets?”
He chuckled. “No, not today. If you’d like to visit a kangaroo sanctuary, we can do that.”
“Really?” she squealed and bounced in her seat. “I’d love to pet one.”
“Oh, that may not be possible. Sometimes they’re quite shy. Others are aggressive and may kick or hit you. Then, there are the few rare ones who seem to enjoy human interaction.”
“Oh.” Her smile dropped to a frown, then she shrugged. “Just to see one would be fine by me. I don’t have to pet one.”
He got out of his car and walked over to the passenger door, opened it, and offered his hand. She took it and stood.
“So, where’s my room?”
He grinned and there was a hint of seduction in his gaze. “The master bedroom.”
“But that’s your room.”
“I know,” he said and stepped closer. “Wherever you are, I’ll be with you. I want to be by your side the entire time here.”
She pressed her lips together and a blush heated her cheeks.
“You are adorable when you blush, Sadie,” he whispered, and the backside of his fingers glided over her jaw line. “You’re a beautiful woman.”
“Thank you.” She looked into his eyes; the blues touched with a hint of gold specs. His lashes were dark and thick. It was almost as if his eyes were lined. His lips were slightly full, a soft pink hue, and the scruff on his face gave him an edgy appearance that screamed sex appeal.
His blond locks were down, and his hair had a natural curl that teased at the crest of his shoulders. She wanted to run her hands through his hair, pull him to her, and wrap her body around his while he drove his cock deep inside her.
His brows rose and his grin widened. “What are you thinking, Sadie? Because the air around you just shifted and I’d be willing to bet it was sexual.”
She laughed and covered her face with her hands. “I’m so embarrassed. I’m sorry.” She wanted to run from this man, go hide in a room and lock herself away. She wasn’t this person who thought naughty images and wanted to jump a man she was getting to know. But when this man was Charles Bennedict, all bets were off…and, if she were lucky, her clothes would be soon.
“Why are you embarrassed? There’s nothing wrong with being sexually attracted to someone. In fact, it’s healthy that you are. Imagine being with someone who did nothing for you. They were in the friend zone and would never, ever come out. That’s a horrible place to be. Now, with us...” He moved his hands down her arms to her hips, then pulled her close against him. “It’s different. I’ve touched you, felt you, tasted your sweet honey from that sweet cunt of yours. I would love to do it again in the privacy of my home, but only if you’d let me. I will never ask you to do more than you’re ready for or comfortable with.”
His erection pressed against her body. She wanted to stroke his cock, feel the precum pearl on the tip of his head and swipe her tongue across it. She also wanted to know this man, what made him tick, and if she would be able to spend her eternity with him and his brothers-at-arms.
“I’m not sure how to answer that, to be honest. I want all of that and more. I want you. I want this. But I’m also scared because I feel like I’m dreaming and if I wake up, it’ll all be gone.”
His smile was sweet and sincere. His eyes softened and he rested his forehead against hers. “I tell you what. Tonight, when you go to bed in the master bedroom, I’ll be in the room next to yours. If you decide you want me, then we’ll work toward our next steps. How’s that sound?”
She let go a long breath. “That sounds good. Can we go inside and have a look around?” She wanted to put space between them. Not because she felt overwhelmed by everything, it was being so close to him. She would negate everything he was offering and jump into his arms, then and there.
There was also the subject of the vampires feeding on her body. She thought back to the movies she’d watched and books she’d read. She knew they didn’t sparkle like the one series suggested. According to William, they didn’t burst into flames in the sun. There were no pictures in the house, only portraits that had been painted.
He took her hand and led her into the house. Inside they stepped into the mudroom and it smelled like detergent. Further inside, he brought her into the kitchen. There was a large island in the middle with a sink. Opposite, was a large countertop with a stove and, next to it, the fridge. Further down toward a large bay window sat a breakfast nook and a chandelier with Edison type bulbs installed.
The ceilings over the den were vaulted with wooden buttresses. His home was beautiful and large. So much space for one person.
“Does anyone else live here when you’re not home?”
“Just the help,” he answered.
The den had large windows that overlooked the ocean. The walls were a cream color. Two couches with a light soft green color sat in a ninety-degree angle, in addition to two off-white leather seats, and a glass top coffee table.
She walked to the window and gazed over the ocean’s horizon. It was beautiful here, the water so blue you could almost see the bottom.
Strong arms surrounded her from behind. Charles feathered his lips across her neck, and she tilted her head to the side.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear.
A shiver of chills rushed down her spine on a path directly to her core. She pressed her thighs together and a rush of air left her lungs.
He moved a hand under her blouse, over her smooth skin. He went further and cupped her breast, squeezing her nipple between his finger and thumb.
His other hand slipped down inside her maxi skirt and her panties. He pressed his fingers against her clit and moved them in a circular motion.
“Oh my God,” she whispered and pressed her hands against the window. “Charles, fuck.”
“Let me make you come, beautiful.” He slid his tongue along her neck then nibbled on her ear. His breath against her flesh, and her nipples and clit being teased, made her body begin to shake, her knees weaken.
“I’m going to, oh God, Charles, I’m going to come.”
“Come on my hand, baby. Let me feel your desire.”
She rested her head back on his shoulder and reached her arm around his neck. Her fingers tangled in his curled locks and she pulled him closer. Her breathing turned rapid and she turned her face toward his. She pulled his head to hers, their lips claiming one another’s, their tongues twirling in a dance of dominance.
Then, her tongue slid across one of his fangs. It should have frightened her, made her want to stop, but it didn’t. She wanted more, wanted him, needed him inside her, claiming her, biting into her flesh.
“Charles,” she whimpered against his mouth. “I’m coming.” Her voice came out as a squeak. His fingers pressed harder and moved faster. She shattered and screamed his name, her body alive with a passion she never knew existed.
He buried his face in her neck and a growl emitted from him. “Fuck woman. Holy fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”
She closed her eyes and her chest rose and fell with her breaths. “I need to sit down, please.”
He chuckled and removed his hands from her body. He turned her to face him as he licked her orgasm from his fingers.
She gasped when he scooped her into his arms. In a flash so quick it stole her remaining breath, he sped through the house and brought her into a bedroom decorated in black and white colors. There was a king-sized bed, chaise lounge, love seat, two recliners, a glass topped table, and a bay window that overlooked the ocean. The ceilings were tall, coming to a central point. It reminded her of a gazebo, if all the walls were closed.
He laid her on the bed and hovered over her body. “This is my master bedroom. The bathroom is just over my shoulder behind me. Inside is a Jacuzzi, large shower, and enough space to do whatever you need to inside. Help yourself to whatever you need. I’ll work with my kitchen to prepare something for dinner.”
She smiled and brushed his hair back from his face. “Thank you,” she whispered.
He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You’re welcome.” He stood and turned to leave the room. “Oh...” He looked over his shoulder. “Your bags will be brought in. You’re welcome to bathe, shower, whatever you want.” He grinned. “If you’d like me to join you, leave the bathroom door open.”
She smiled with a nod. “All right.”
As soon as he left the room, she sat up. With a long sigh, she wondered if this was a life she could become accustomed to. Luxury, hot men by her side, endless amazing sex, and the feeding. Well, yes, she could become used to the finer ways of life, but the feeding. She had wanted him to bite her while in the throes of passion, but what about now? They said it wouldn’t hurt, but the day in the alley, the man who bit her was rough, and it had hurt. Shehad passed out from the shock of it all, and the pain.
If this was going to be her life, she needed to know it would never hurt. She wasn’t into pain for pleasure. However, if they were to spank her ass, pull her hair, maybe tie her up? She would be all for that.
It was a decision she would need to make here soon. A choice that would alter her life forever. While in the arms of Charles, she wanted him and this life, but alone? Her thoughts began to play what if scenarios.
What if I decide this wasn’t for me?
What if they wipe my memory of them and the time we spent together?
Would I feel as if my heart had been broken?
Would they recover from the loss?
She climbed off the bed and decided she did want a shower. She had a lot of thinking to do and needed to decide what would not only be best for her, but best for the men.