Page 25 of King’s Kismet

“That’s not what you said,” my vampire argued.

My fae rolled his icy blue eyes. “That’s the gist of it.”

“Uh-huh,” I hummed as Stone drawled, “Sure.”

“I’ll wait until later,” Novak conceded, following us to the dining room for supper. “But I still really want super cum. At least once in my lifetime.”

“I will stab him,” Briggs yelled. “He better wash his fucking hands before he touches the table.”

Road Ahead

I had picked Novak up at the airport over an hour ago, but we hadn’t made it far. We were stuck on Interstate 40, surrounded by pissed-off drivers in stand-still traffic.

And I was bored.

I’d missed my vampire while he was on his tour. While my guys had taken turns visiting him, I hadn’t. I knew if I went, he wouldn’t let me leave. Even though he had flown home every ten days or so, it wasn’t enough.

But we only had two more weeks left in this four month-long tour.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his golden irises glowing in amusement.

“Nothing,” I quietly assured him as my fingertips grazed the inside of his thigh.

I unbuckled the seat belt, twisting around to lean over the center console of his G-Wagon. His fingers slid across his phone screen, typing out a quick message before he dropped it between us.

“Trouble,” he warned with no real authority. “Don’t tease me.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I purred, brushing against his cock.

“I haven’t seen you in a week, and I’d really like to get home so I can properly devour you,” he murmured against my lips. “I can’t do that in traffic. And I only have so much control over my urges at this very moment.”

“What do you want to do to me when we get home?” I asked, leaning over him to adjust his seat.

He groaned like he was dying. “I want to fuck you and feed. Then I want to fuck you and shower. And then I want to fuck you so slowly that we both get impatient and you flip me over to take what you want.”

I grinned at him. “That’s lacking specifics. Did you not enjoy my pictures while you were gone?”

“Do you know how hard it is to act as human as everyone else on the tour?” he countered, wrestling with my hands as I unbuttoned his jeans. “It wasn’t difficult until you started sending pictures. Then I had to remember that I couldn’t just jump through the void while—”

“Was it so hard?” I mock-whined, sliding his zipper down.

Novak tipped my chin up to give me a serious look. “You’re coming with me next time.”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I definitely plan on coming with you next time.”

“I’m not being dirty. I’m serious.”

“Me too,” I drawled, freeing his cock from the confines of his jeans. “You come now. We come later.”

“You know I love being spontaneous…” He glanced through the windows at the people around us. “But we are literally in stand-still traffic, and the windows aren’t that dark. Everyone is going to see—”

I scoffed. “Do you care?”

“About them watching? Fuck no.” His thighs flexed under my grip. “About going to jail because you can’t wait until we’re moving before you put my dick in—”

“No,” I cut in. “You don’t care about that either.”

He huffed, then groaned again. “If we get pulled over and arrested for public lewdness, you’re explaining this to Blaire.”