Alison lay beneath Nick’s sweaty body while she tried to understand what just happened. She’d never even considered doing such a brazen thing as to have sex on the living room floor while people were just outside the door. As promiscuous as her dear friend, Vanessa, was, she doubted even she would do something so bold and tasteless. What had gotten into her?
Nick was preparing to pull out of her when she whispered, “I don’t know what happened. Something’s wrong. The world feels distant and I feel like I’ve overdosed on Spanish Fly or something. I still need you. It’s as if I’ll go crazy if you don’t do something.”
He slowly moved in and out of her. The light, tantalizing friction bringing his relaxed manhood back into action.
“Yes,” she moaned. “More and more and more. I just want more of it all. I want it rough and hard.”
Although she’d
Nick’s blood boiled as he paced the porch of the guest house. “What the hell just happened in there?”Martin had a look of mortification as he peered toward the garden to escape his cousin’s wrathful glare.Alfred, on the other hand, attempted to defend himself. “I don’t usually do such things. It’s just that when I saw you and Alison rutting on the living room floor, something came over me. It was like a button was pushed and I lost control. It didn’t even feel like me. It was as if I was outside my body and only vaguely aware of what was happening. The driving force was to quench the insatiable horniness that overtook me. I felt like I’d go insane if I didn’t.”Nick knew exactly what his cousin was talking about, but he wasn’t about to give him a pass on his actions. “Shadow people are supposed to have more control over their urges. I w
Alfred limped to the table where a fresh mug of coffee awaited him. As he eased himself onto the dining chair, he noticed Heloise’s satin robe was tied in such a haphazard manner that a rosy nipple was exposed. She either didn’t notice or she didn’t care as she slid the coffee mug toward her lover without lifting her eyes from the newspaper she was reading.He looked at the black liquid and then around the table’s surface for the creamer. Finding none, he scowled. “After nearly one hundred years of having coffee together - that’s thirty-six thousand plus mornings, mind you - I would think you’d know by now that I take creamer in mine.“We’re out of creamer,” she said, while keeping her face buried in the paper.“Is there at least some aspirin?” he practically howled.Her voice had an amused lilt as she asked him about the condition of his geni
Discovering that his dear, devious, Heloise had installed a camera in Allison’s house made Alfred want to find the monitor so that he could check out what was happening for himself. The odds were high that the cameras were routed to her cell phone, but, just in case, he decided to check her computer.Either she thought him too dumb or was just that careless, he couldn’t be sure, but getting into her laptop proved all too easy. After only a few tries, he managed to come up with the password. A smile spread across his handsome face when he spotted the icon for the camera system. He clicked on it and multiple shots of various rooms filled the screen.He had no idea how she’d managed it, but the sinister woman had a camera in Alison’s bedroom, the living room, the front foyer, the kitchen, and on the back porch.His brows knit together. Something didn’t make sense. Why would she think Nick and A
Nick paced the guest house porch. It was a week since he’d been kicked out of Alison’s house and she’d yet to speak to him, let alone allow him near her. He’d spent his days in the garden and maintaining the grounds, but the pouring rain forced him to take time off. He had a few things he could tend to inside the main house, but not if he couldn’t get past the door. He could force his way in or even use the key he had, but it would only push Alison further away.He couldn’t explain why he just stood and stared at the scene before him when he found Martin and Alfred with Vanessa. He’d given it a lot of thought. The only thing he could come up with was that he was in shock. He knew Martin to be a bit of a player when it came to women. Alfred could be rather promiscuous as well. They may have even participated in a few ménage à trois in their long lifetimes. They were, a
Vanessa inhaled the heady fragrance coming from the rich, dark roses that she hugged to her chest while closing the door. Setting the box on the large round accent table that graced the center of the foyer, a smile brightened her face and hope embraced her heart as she searched for the card that would divulge the sender. When her trembling fingers finally pulled the card from the small envelope, the smile disappeared. “I thought maybe they’d be from Martin.”Alison snatched the card from Vanessa’s fingers and read it. PLEASE FORGIVE MY DELAY IN SENDING THESE. EVEN MORE SO, PLEASE FORGIVE THE REASON THEY NEEDED TO BE SENT. I BEG YOU LET ME EXPLAIN. ALFRED JACKSONHer brows knit together. “Explain what? Explain why he and his cousin behaved like depraved animals while Nick stood by and watched?”Vanessa went into the living room and fell into a nearby club chair. &ldquo
Shadow walkers have the ability to see in the dark far easier than a mundane can. Even so, they don’t have supernatural vision like the heroes of folklore and fairy tales. Shadow walkers have a strength superior to most mundanes, but, again, it isn’t super hero strength. Their hearing is better than a mundane’s hearing, but it couldn’t be called supernatural. These were facts that Nick lamented over while he sat in darkness that could only be described as pitch black.Had he not been bound with his hands behind his back for so long that he’d lost circulation in them and could barely feel their presence, he’d have felt his environment to help assess his whereabouts. The air was damp and the surface a cold stone, which led him to believe he was in a basement. He recalled the basement he and his friends rescued Martin from not that long ago. He wondered if it was the same group of shadow walker hunters who’d
Alison pulled the door open with the enthusiasm of a child knowing a present awaited her on the other side. It was day number five of flower deliveries for both herself and Vanessa. As if Alfred had somehow been a fly on the wall during their conversation about receiving flowers, Vanessa’s remained roses, with only their color altering, while Alison received a variance of bouquets. Each one bigger and better than the one before it.She carried the flowers into the kitchen, set them down on the counter, and went to the butler’s pantry to rummage for more vases. “I wonder how long he’s going to keep this up. We’re running out of vases.”Vanessa leaned her elbow on the counter while she fondled the velvety pink rose buds. “As far as I’m concerned, he need never stop. I’ll just go buy more vases.”“The house smells really good,” Alison said with a gleam in her eye.&
The restaurant was in a part of the city that they’d never been to, making it a little tougher to find than they’d expected. Even so, their moods were light when the host led them to their table and the waiter took their order.Although her inheritance made her disgustingly rich, Alison never let the wealth alter who she was or how she lived. She seldom did something that allowed her to remember and enjoy the fact she could do pretty much whatever she wanted. This dinner would be an exception. She ordered their best bottle of wine and insisted that Vanessa not so much as peek at the prices. She was to order whatever she wanted without a thought to the cost.They both started with a caprese salad with pesto and a Panzanella. Vanessa ordered her much coveted chicken marsala while Alison decided to try the wild garlic and ricotta ravioli with lamb soup. For dessert, they ordered panna cotta with raspberry coulis