Black Christmas (Plus Bonus Story "Black Supper") (6 page)

He was built like a seer, not a human.

Seers had an extra part. He called it a
hirik,
which meant “thorn” in the language where he was from. It looked like a thorn too, a hard, curved thorn out of the soft end of his cock, that was supposed to fit like a puzzle piece in an equal but opposite part of me.

He wanted to use that on me. He wanted to use it so fucking badly.

Just thinking about it made him have to fight not to come.

That pain in me worsened, grew unbearable...

I’m a virgin,
he blurted.

I looked up at him, stared at him, at his body and face silhouetted by stars.

He must have felt my disbelief.

He’d just been showing me images of him tying me to his bed, blindfolded, my legs locked apart. Fucking me from behind while he––

I don’t mean that,
he sent, clenching his jaw. He was still breathing harder, exuding frustration so intensely I was gripping his arms in both of my hands, unable to loosen my hold. Embarrassment swam over him, even as his fingers tightened on me more.
I mean I’ve never been with another seer. I’ve never had sex with a seer, Miri... a female seer. Only humans.

I blinked up at him, lost somehow in the conflicted emotions I felt coming off him.

I was practically a kid when I came here, Miri... to this dimension. You’re the first female seer I’ve met here...

He seemed at a loss, not sure what else to say.

Miri?
He prodded me lightly with his mind, even as he remained inside me, pulling on me.
You asked why. You asked why I didn’t sleep with you before I left...

I closed my eyes, pulling him against me as much as I could in that space.

For a long moment, I could only lay there, turning over what he’d said.

I massaged the back of his neck, curling my fingers into his black hair.

Everything I’d been feeling over those days... all of it, the assumptions I’d made. The stories I’d spun in my mind about where he was. Why he’d left. What he’d been doing.

Why he didn’t want me anymore.

Miri?
Black sent. He caressed my face, still lying on me, still exuding heat although I felt him trying to control it again.
Miri,
he murmured.
... I should have told you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before I left. I didn’t want to lay that on you, I guess... not after everything you’d been through. I didn’t know how you’d...

He hesitated, embarrassment pluming off him again.

... I didn’t know how you’d feel about it, Miri.

That harder feeling in my chest began to lift, cracking like a fissure in clay.

Curling my fingers tighter into his hair, I pulled him down to me.

We could try it here,
I sent softly.
Do you want to try it here, Black?

I pulled on him as I said it, tugging on him gently, teasingly, like he had me.

Pain coiled out of him, hitting me hard in the abdomen, right before his eyes closed. Here, in this other place, his eyes were an even lighter gold, pale stars that seemed to reach through me as he studied my face. When he opened them again I found myself kissing him, caressing his light skin with my fingers, even as I wished it was his real body under my hands.

Yes,
he said, answering me finally, his voice gruff as his fingers wrapped around my hip.
Yes, Miri... so badly I’m ready to beg you for it...

That time, it was me who closed my eyes.

“JEEZ, SOMEONE DIDN’T sleep much.” Nick smiled at me, shaking his head as he handed me what had to be a Bloody Mary from the thick tomato juice and the sprigs of celery sticking out of the tall glass. “A little hair of the dog, doc?” he teased.

Two of his nieces ran by, screeching, as two of his nephews ran after them, wielding toy guns with foam darts that they pelted at their retreating backs. The Christmas tree was in shambles in the living room to my right, colored paper ripped to pieces by the kids and then by the dog and two cats, toys pretty much everywhere underfoot.

I’d kept my promise though. I’d dragged myself out of bed at six a.m. and got here right before the kids came tumbling down the stairs at six-thirty.

I smiled back at Nick and saw him double-take me.

I saw a question in his eyes, but before he could voice it, Angel walked up, slinging her arm around Nick’s shoulder and grinning at me openly. Her eyes took me in with a puzzled once-over, then she broke out in an open laugh.

“Jeez, Miri,” she said, grinning wider when I flinched. “You don’t have much of a poker face. You look positively post-coital. Does that mean you finally made up with Black? Or is there some other reason?”

I felt my face flush hot.

Taking a sip of the Bloody Mary, I rolled my eyes, shrugging.

Miri laughed louder. “What did he do? Call you last night? Grovel for a few hours then talk you into a little phone sex to seal the deal?’

I bit my lip, a little unnerved by her accuracy.

Fingering the pendant I wore around my neck, I shrugged. “Maybe.”

“So he is your boyfriend, isn’t he, doc?” she said.

I looked up, tensing a little.

“Come on,” she urged. “Say it. ‘He’s my boyfriend. I’m actually the girlfriend of that crazy fucker, Quentin Black’...”

“Angel!” Nick’s mom said, giving us a disapproving look as she walked by, herding kids.

But Angel only grinned at me.

“Well?” she said. “Are you going to ‘fess up, doc? Or not?”

Her tone, while still teasing on the surface, sounded different that time. Rather that just giving me a hard time, or trying to embarrass me like before, she wanted a real answer. The slight edge to her words was subtle, but I heard it.

Glancing at Nick, I saw the scowl on his face, the anger flashing in his dark eyes right before he turned that scowl on Angel, telling her with his eyes to shut up.

Angel looked only at me though.

Her expression, while a lot more sympathetic than Nick’s, held a lot more knowing, too.

For a few seconds... a bare few seconds... it struck me to be annoyed that she brought this up in front of Nick, versus dragging me to one side like she normally would have done. Then it occurred to me, as those seconds passed, that Angel had done that very deliberately too. Not just for me. She’d done it for Nick. She wanted Nick to hear this, probably as much as she wanted me to admit it aloud.

“Yes,” I said, sighing in defeat. My fingers still clutched the blackfish pendant. “Yes, the crazy bastard is my boyfriend.” I gave Angel a harder stare, but quirked my lips in a smile. “And thanks for that. Especially since I know I’ll never hear the end of it now...”

When I glanced at Nick, I saw zero amusement.

Truthfully, the look in his eyes bordered on murderous.

Angel pretended not to notice. Grinning wider, she swiped my Bloody Mary out of my hand, downing a long swig before she handed the glass back to me with a wink. Slinging her arm back around Nick’s neck and shoulder, she shook him a little, maybe to snap him out of the full-on glare he still aimed in my general direction.

“Aww,” she said, smiling between the two of us. “Look, Nicky... here it is, all Christmas and everything, and doc here finally admitted she’s in love.”

Feeling my fingers clench tighter on the pendant around my neck, I frowned, not answering.

When I glanced at Nick that time, he’d noticeably paled.

I wondered if that more horrified look on his face came from Nick, my friend with the slight crush on me... or just Nick my friend, the one who’d liked Black for murder not that long ago, and who’d been convinced Black was a cold-blooded psychopath. Whatever Nick’s deal might be with me, I knew he didn’t trust Black.

I also knew he was wrong about Black. In the important respects at least.

Looking down at the pendant around my neck, it hit me that it didn’t matter, in any case.

Well, it didn’t matter to me.

I already knew the answer.

To Angel’s question, at least.

BLACK SUPPER

(a sexy short from the
Quentin Black Mystery
series)

by

JC Andrijeski

Copyright © 2015 by JC Andrijeski

Quentin Black and Miri Fox finally get a chance to consummate their relationship after being separated for months while Black was held captive in Paris. Little does Miri know, being new to the whole “seer” thing, this means a few weeks of being lost in a sex-induced haze, barely able to function like a normal person, or really relate to anyone apart from Black himself.
 

NOTE: Takes place right after
BLACK ON BLACK (Quentin Black Mystery #3)

Synopsis for BLACK SUPPER

Quentin Black is a seer, a race that gets a little weird when they’re in the middle of a sex-fueled bonding. He and his new mate Miri somehow decide going out to dinner in the midst of this sex-fog madness is a good idea. It’s not. Not really.
 

Being in public right then isn’t exactly something they can pull off… not without being
really
conspicuous.
 

Although the food is good, at least when they remember to eat it.

NOTE: Takes place just after the end of
BLACK ON BLACK (Quentin Black Mystery #3)

“BLACK SUPPER”

HE’D ONLY BEEN back a week.

Well,
we’d
only been back a week technically, since we’d flown back together, but it still felt more like Nick and Angel and I
brought
him back, not that we traveled back as a unit.

So much had changed in just that short week.

I’d more or less lost track of time since those first few minutes when we’d finally been alone, starting with the hallway of his penthouse apartment on California Street. We hadn’t even made it to the shower, much less the bed.

I’m honestly not sure how long it took us to get to either.

The seer thing with sex––whatever the hell was happening between us right now––it pretty much wiped everything else out. It erased inhibitions. It erased time. Boundaries. Relevant details outside the two of us. Awareness of appropriate behavior in front of other people.