The Polanski Brothers: Home of Eternal Rest Page 5

  Deeper and deeper he sank into her, pulsing, radiating heat.

  Joy sucked air into her lungs in a sharp gasp when the overwhelming force of sensation assaulted her. A wave of sharp heat clung to her pussy, making her shudder and twist until Larkin tensed too and he thrust one last time, sending them both over the final hurdle.

  She knew she screamed. She heard her harsh, hoarse voice echo as she did, but she didn’t care. The steam Larkin evoked had to be relieved or she would burst. Joy exploded into a million shattering threads of light that flashed behind her eyelids. Her body heaved against Larkin’s and his chest crashed against hers as they both fought for breath.

  Larkin collapsed against her and Joy braced her hands against his shoulders, arching her neck as the last moments of orgasm dissipated. Her head spun with thoughts, all of them erotic and wanton.

  The rumble of Larkin’s chest made her lift her head.

  “Find this funny, Detective?”

  “Well, your thoughts are kinda dirty,” he said against her shoulder, his lips burning her skin.

  Damn him. Joy struggled to push him off of her, but he wouldn’t budge.

  He raised his head to look at her and his eyes widened. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

  Joy raised an eyebrow. “What?”

  “Teeth. Your -- your teeth.”

  Joy’s hand flew to her mouth and she let the tips of her fingers graze her incisors. Well, there was no hiding her virginity now or that she was a vampire. She’d heard that sometimes if you became fully aroused your incisors tended to make unwanted appearances if you weren’t practiced at controlling them.

  Oops.

  Larkin frowned, then his eyebrows met, and finally he sucked in his cheeks. “You’re a friggin’ virgin?”

  Joy heard the disbelief in his carefully spoken words. “Well, not anymore, Detective,” she offered dryly.

  His hard face grew harder still. “How the fuck can that be? How old are you anyway? Thirty?”

  “Five hundred.”

  His eyes flew wide open and so did his mouth. Joy pushed it shut and grinned. Poor Sherlock Holmes finally had the answer to his questions and he obviously was distraught that the chase had come to the very conclusion he’d believed it would. He just didn’t believe it entirely… “How old are you, Detective? Do you have a problem with ‘doing’ an older woman -- er, virginal older woman?”

  Larkin’s breathing was so rapid, Joy feared he might pass out. “Put -- those -- things -- away – now,” he said with deadly calm.

  “What things?” Joy was enjoying this far more than she ever thought she would.

  “Joy,” he warned with menace in his tone and a hard gleam in his eyes.

  “Whassamatter, Detective? Are you freaked out?”

  “Sorta.”

  “Baby…”

  “You’re a virgin?”

  “Yep.”

  “That’s impossible.”

  “Not if you’re a vampire.”

  “You’re really a vampire.”

  “Yep.”

  “I really have been reading your mind.”

  “Yep.”

  “Explain.”

  “I can’t.”

  “You better.”

  “I said I can’t.”

  “This is crazy.”

  “No shit, Detective.”

  “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”

  “Yeah, me too.”

  Larkin frowned, obviously because of the irony of her statement. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

  “Better not or I might bite you.” Joy let her fingers walk up his neck to a tender spot and grinned wickedly up at him.

  His hand flew to his neck and he rolled off her with the speed of light.

  Joy giggled, savoring the fact that she was now officially in the driver’s seat. Larkin was looking confused and disoriented. Obviously he was on information overload.

  Joy chuckled. Take that, human!

  She slid off the edge of the bed and padded to her bathroom, grabbing a cloth for him to clean up with. She dropped it on him as she scanned the floor and fished around for her underwear with her foot.

  “I didn’t know,” Larkin said from the bed.

  Joy yawned. “Know what, Detective?”

  He bolted upward and swung his legs over the edge of the bed as she knelt and dug around on the floor to find her panties, torn. She held them up and gave him a dirty look.

  “I didn’t think you were a virgin.”

  Joy threw her panties in the air like confetti and yelled, “Surprise!”

  He grabbed her hand and held it. His eyes held remorse. “It’s not funny, Joy. I didn’t know. I would never have --”

  “What, Detective? Fucked my brains out? It’s all right, Larkin. I’m only four hundred and eighty-two years over the legal age of consent.” Joy giggled again.

  “Joy, stop making jokes. It never occurred to me that -- that you might be inexperienced.”

  “What can I tell you? I don’t get out much. I spend most of my nights talking to dead people.”

  “I wouldn’t have been so rough.”

  Joy shrugged her shoulders. “I kinda liked it. You’re a real man, Detective. Hoo Rah.” Joy flexed a bicep at him.

  “Kinda?”

  “Do you talk to all of the women you screw as if you tainted them for life, or just the virgins?”

  He cringed and looked at her with guilty eyes.

  Joy couldn’t hold out anymore, she began to laugh -- so hard she had to lean forward because her belly ached.

  “This isn’t funny, God dammit. Stop laughing.”

  Joy gasped for breath and leaned on his thighs to support herself. Wow, he had a nice set of gams, lightly sprinkled with hair. Joy’s fingers wandered with a life of their own over the thick bulk of them.

  Larkin grabbed them and thwarted further exploration. “Stop, Joy, and help me understand this.”

  Joy sighed and tilted her face to look at him. “What is there to understand? We fucked. Schtupped. Boinked. Got jiggy.”

  “How can you be a virgin at five -- five hundred years old?” As he stumbled over the words, Joy realized the razor-tongued detective was genuinely upset and she was likin’ it because it gave her the upper hand in this rather odd circumstance.

  “Because the right opportunity never presented itself, I guess.”

  “In five -- fucking -- hundred -- years?” he asked incredulously.

  “Look, it isn’t a big deal. Vampire virgins aren’t like your typical human virgins. Some of us don’t ever have sex until we find our lifemates, at least in my clan anyway. We remain celibate until the right one comes along. We don’t have to, mind you, but some of us do. I chose to. Sex with your lifemate far surpasses any dalliance along the way, I understand.”

  “Did I hurt you, Joy?”

  “Like I said, tough guy, virgin vamps are different than human virgins. No, you didn’t hurt me. It was rather enjoyable, I suppose.”

  “You suppose?”

  “Well, how would I know? I was a virgin.” She certainly wasn’t going to tell him she hadn’t been that hot since like never.

  Larkin cringed again at her use of the word. “What’s a lifemate?”

  “It’s kinda self-explanatory, don’t you think?”

  “Humor the human.”

  “A lifemate is the person you hook up for life with.”

  “I gathered as much. How do you know who your lifemate is?”

  “We can smell them, or most in my family can anyway.”

  Now Larkin started to laugh, his shoulders shaking, and the ripple in his abdomen became more prominent. “Guess you’re shit outta luck, huh?”

  Joy narrowed her eyes. “Not necessarily. Eventually he’ll just have to sniff me out.”

  “And no one else has turned you on enough to make you want to indulge in any sexual activity of any kind? None?”

  She saw where this was going for the stud-muffin and she was prepar
ed to nip it in the bud. Both mentally and verbally. “Look, egomaniacal man, it happened. It was sort of a surprise. You’re very good in bed, I think. Thanks,” she said flippantly.

  Larkin cupped her chin and for the very first time he pressed his lips to hers. Joy fought to keep her mind blank, not allowing the thrill the touch of his lips gave her to seep into her thoughts. When he pulled away his voice was gruff. “How can I read your mind? Is it some sort of vampire thing that has its signals crossed?”

  Joy struggled to focus on his question as she fought a new rush of good old-fashioned lust. “I really don’t have an explanation for that, Larkin. I’ve never heard of it before. Honest.” This much at least was accurate, even if he chose to test that and Vulcan mind-meld the truth of her thoughts.

  “I believe you.”

  “Well, it’s not like I can lie to you, Kreskin…”

  Larkin laughed again, flashing a glimpse of his white teeth. “I’m convinced it means something, Joy.”

  Joy pulled out of his reach and rose to alleviate the heat he began to arouse in her more than willing body. “Maybe so, Detective, but I can’t think of what.” She went to her closet and dug out a bathrobe, shrugging into it and keeping her face buried in her clothes. She asked the question begging to be asked. “So now what? Are you going to drag me off to the pokey? Take away my sunglasses and SPF? Add garlic to my pasta when I’m not looking? Because I won’t let you hurt my family. I’ll take you out before I’ll let that happen.”

  “Oh, really?” His response was a little too cocky. Just a smidge shy of arrogant.

  Joy turned to face him with a soft hiss, revealing her fangs, sharp and glistening as the moonlight slanted over them. “Yes, really,” she challenged tersely just as Larkin keeled over backward on the bed and passed out with a whoosh of air as his solid body hit the mattress.

  Her laughter rang through the air, crisp and hearty.

  Captain, we have lift-off.

  Ahh, nuthin’ like a good set of incisors.

  Chapter Six

  Joy knelt on the bed over Larkin and chuckled again. She wouldn’t really bite him -- or at least she didn’t think so. She’d never had to defend herself by way of biting anyone, but then, her family had never been threatened by a man she’d just slept with who now knew she was a vampire.

  The Polanskis didn’t feed off of humans, ever. They survived on the blood taken from the embalmed. Joy had heard it wasn’t like fresh blood, but her father forbade it and so the blood they fed on came to them without harming anyone. Hell, her mother even had creative recipes for it. The only fresh blood they took was from their lifemates and, well, she didn’t have one of those…

  Although, she had to admit, she was really getting off on freaking Larkin out with her teeth. She’d watched enough vampire movies to know how to fake it.

  Big, fat sissy, she taunted Larkin in her mind, because right now, she could.

  Using two fingers she pried his eye open. Oh yeah, he was out -- stone cold down for the count.

  Joy’s eyes devoured his nakedness. The smooth expanse of chest, hairless and rugged, his long, thick legs… his long, thick…

  Phew.

  On the wet-panties scale of good old-fashioned lust, he was doin’ it for her and her panties.

  Lordy, Lordy, he was hotter than anything she could have ever dreamt up. Dragging the comforter over his wickedly delicious nakedness, Joy tucked him in before she was tempted to devour him.

  It gave her time to think -- without the Vulcan mind-probe making her feel as though she were stripped of all things private.

  So now Larkin’s suspicions were confirmed. Courtesy of her libido and her hot head. What was next? Would he rat them out? Why should he? The Polanskis were peaceful. They worked for an honest living just like anyone else who was human, but if the people in Easton found out they were vampires… If Larkin found out Alan and Brian were bitten by vampires…

  She was at a loss as to what to do. She couldn’t tell her family -- not yet. They’d worked so hard to establish themselves in the community. Her mother loved Easton. It wasn’t fair to yank that out from under them if Larkin would just go away quietly.

  Hah! As if he did anything quietly. But what would he gain by hurting her? They hadn’t broken any laws, so he had no grounds to justify making trouble. At least as long as he didn’t find out about those bites…

  Larkin’s deep breathing turned to a snore. It made her nipples do a three-sixty. Jesus, he was even sexy snoring.

  And what would she do about that little tidbit? Not a single man in her three hundred years or so of dating had made her panties wad like Larkin McBride did. She’d told him the truth about her sexual experience. She’d never had sex and it wasn’t only because she was waiting on her special hunk o’ burnin’ love -- it was because no one made her body turn to tapioca like Larkin did.

  This was a dilemma of epic proportions.

  Sex was opening up a whole new can of worms for her that she would have preferred remain Tupperware tight. It really didn’t have to be a big deal. Cathy had sex with a human. He was now her husband. She’d had sex before Joel too.

  So why did the thought of any other man never cross her mind until this one? Surely that had to say something.

  It said she was horny, Joy decided, nothing more.

  Horny is as horny does. Joy stretched out next to Larkin’s long frame and rested her chin on his shoulder. And if this just had to do with lust, why was simply lying near him making her stomach tight and her throat constrict?

  Maybe horny did that?

  Oh, God.

  It was time to give her overworked brain a rest. Joy emptied her mind -- it wasn’t like that was terribly hard to do. She’d become rather practiced at it as of late.

  Drifting off to sleep, she vaguely felt Larkin’s arm move around her to pull her close and the clench in her stomach eased -- replaced with the satisfying warmth of contentment.

  * * *

  Joy woke to the late afternoon sun setting against her dark curtains and a hard body pressed to her ass.

  A large hand roamed the slope of her hip, caressing her with persistent strokes.

  “I see you’re awake, Detective. How do we feel today about the big, scary vampire?”

  Larkin hauled her to him and pressed the lower half of her body to his. “Does that give you any clue?”

  Well, yeah… His hot length slid between the cheeks of her ass, making her muscles quiver with anticipation. “It’s a rather large hint, I suppose.”

  He growled in her ear. “I don’t get this, Joy. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting you, even knowing what I do, and I do believe you. That’s what’s really screwing me up. Somehow, instinctively I know you’re telling the truth and I have a million questions that need answering.”

  Joy sighed as his hand slid between the flesh of her thighs to thumb her clit. “And knowing what you do is what? A bad thing? We’re not so different, Detective.”

  Spreading her flesh he slid through the folds of her pussy with ease, and a hunger low and sweet spread over her. “You do some freaky shit, Joy. You drink blood for starters.”

  “Then I guess the blood bank is out for our first date?”

  Larkin’s chest rumbled against her back in laughter. “You can’t go out in daylight.”

  “Oh, I can too. I told you, I use a heavy SPF. I burn easily,” she teased.

  Larkin lifted her thigh over his hip and inserted a thick finger, pressing a spot that made her hips jolt against it, gliding on it as it became slick with her juices. “You make my cock burn like no other woman I’ve ever been with.”

  Joy’s nipples were tight with need and Larkin seemed to sense that as he cupped a breast with his other hand and twisted it between his fingers gently. “I’d say ditto, but, well, you know the score,” she said, gasping as he removed his finger, making her whimper.

  His lips slid down her back, planting hot kisses along her spine, nipping her ass
. “Your skin is so cool. It’s not hot like mine and it’s driving me fucking crazy,” he said against her flesh as he slipped his tongue between the cheeks of her ass and ran it along the crevice.

  Joy reached behind her to clutch his hair, prickling her skin as he tongued her. Larkin’s mouth moved in slow, sensuous caresses, lingering in places she didn’t know existed, but longed for him to remain. As he slid down further between her legs, he turned over so that the heated flesh of her pussy, smooth and shaven, was poised near his tongue.

  She wrapped her thighs around his neck when he breathed near the sensitive flesh. “But this,” he said as the tip of his tongue snaked out to lick her clit, “this is hot.”

  Joy bucked at the contact, loving the rasp of his silken touch. His hands found their way to her breasts and he toyed with her nipples, pulling at them until they beaded tightly and she gripped his wrists to keep from crying out.

  As his tongue slithered in and out of her aching flesh, Joy came in an explosion of sharp threads of heat and lightning coursing through her. She rode his tongue until her back arched and her fingers hurt from clutching desperately at him.

  Larkin moved up her body, ready to slip between her thighs, but Joy stopped him by placing her hand between them to cradle his cock.

  Larkin thrust into her cool hands as she explored the thick length of his cock. Cupping his balls, she kneaded them.

  “Jesus, Joy,” she heard him say through clamped teeth. “You need to stop now because I’ll come all over your hands if you don’t.”

  “But --”

  Larkin cut her off with a kiss and she forgot all about exploring him, tasting him. Though she’d never done it before, her tongue burned to. Pulling away momentarily, he whispered, “Another time, baby. If I don’t fuck you now, I’ll explode.”

  Joy rolled to her back and Larkin sat between her thighs, opening them high and wide. His gaze was dark and filled with something Joy didn’t understand, but it burned her it was so intense. He gripped her knees as though he were trying to gain control. “I want to ram into you, Joy. I want to fuck you until you scream, but I don’t want to hurt you, yet I can’t seem to control myself.”