Desire Awakened (Aaron's Kiss #13) (5 page)

“Can you stand?”

He tried to, but couldn’t. Then Lizzy was
helping him up.

“Come on, I’ll take you to your house. Where
do you live?”

He told her and must have blacked out,
because the next thing he knew, he was lying on his bed. He mumbled
a thank you and suddenly had to get up. He felt the urge to throw
up as she helped him to the bathroom.

“Yeah, that’ll happen only the first time.
After that, it’ll be better.” Logan looked up at her. “You know
that those men were going to kill you, right? Do you know why?”

“None of your business. I’m fine now. I’d
like it if you left.” She laughed, and he glared at her as he tried
to make his way back to his bed. “I’m serious. I’d very much like
it if you stayed away from me and mine.”

“I can’t.”

He started to tell her she’d fucking better
when she touched his forehead and said “sleep.” Then a black void
crushed over him.

Lizzy tried to sleep in the chair in his
room, but couldn’t get comfortable. It was a chair, not a bed, and
she loved her own bed. She looked at the one the idiot she’d saved
was sleeping in. She wanted to crawl in there with him. Instead,
she got up and left the room.

There was a maid in the hall who was trying
to stuff a vase into her purse. She dropped the vase on the floor
in front of Lizzy as she walked out.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not yours,” Lizzy
said. The maid looked at the room behind Lizzy, and she let her
think what she wanted. Lizzy crossed her arms over her chest and
reached out and touched the woman’s mind. This wasn’t the first
thing the maid had stolen from Logan, only the least expensive item
in a long list of things over the past several weeks she’d been
working for him.

“He’ll never know if you don’t tell him.”
The maid reached into her pocket and pulled out a gun. “Or maybe it
would be best if you were not around to tell him what you think you
saw?”

Lizzy was tired and just wanted to go back
to the castle. Not really. What she really wanted to do was to go
into the bedroom again and see if sex in the bed was anything like
in the elevator. She had a feeling it wouldn’t be. It would be
phenomenal. Instead, she reached deeper into the woman’s mind and
seized it.

Within ten minutes, Melissa, the maid,
handed over the gun. Lizzy also learned the name of the pawn shop
and a list of things she’d taken.

“You’ll get your big butt home now and bring
back everything you stole from this house. And you’ll do it
tonight. If their things aren’t back here by the time the sun
rises, I’m going to put you into a world of hurt. And you so don’t
want to fuck with me tonight.” Melissa nodded and turned to
leave.

Lizzy wanted a shower, but first she needed
to dispose of the gun. She stepped in Logan’s room and slipped it
in the nightstand. Then she walked down the hall, found an open
door, and peeked inside. Mathew was trying to get to his own
bathroom. He wasn’t getting very far when she knocked on the
door.

“Go away, Melissa. I told you that I don’t
want or need you in here.” He mumbled something about privacy and
looked up when Lizzy cleared her throat. “You.”

“Yes, me. Can I help, or do you need me to
go out?”

He looked at the bathroom, then at her.

“I can just help you inside, and you can do
the rest. I’d hate for you to fall and hurt yourself.”

“Okay, but don’t stand outside the bathroom
door. I can’t…I won’t be able to do anything if you’re standing
there.”

She nodded and tried to hide her smile.

“That doctor said I should only move when I
need to. How’s a man supposed to get to the bathroom without it
being a need?”

She didn’t answer, afraid she’d embarrass
him. As soon as she got him to the counter, trying really hard not
to simply pick him up and put him there, she went to the other side
of the room and looked out the window. It was getting dark, so she
turned to the bed and started to make it up. She’d pulled off the
dirty sheets when he opened the door.

“If you tell me where the linens are, I’ll
set this up for you,” Lizzy said. He looked pale, but unless he
asked, she wasn’t going to offer to help him again. “You can sit in
a chair for a few minutes, can’t you? I won’t be but about five
minutes.”

He nodded and asked her to help him please.
Which she did and said, “The linen closet for this room is in the
bathroom. My favorite sheets are on the bottom. Can you get
those?”

It took her ten minutes to make his bed. And
then another twenty minutes to help him get on a clean pair of
pajamas after a quick sponge bath and brushing his teeth three
times. He lay in the bed nearly as white as the pillows when he
smiled at her. “I’ve wanted to do that for a week,” Mathew said.
“Melissa said I’d catch my death. I wanted to tell her that I’d
been there already, but I didn’t need to smell like it.” Lizzy
laughed and pulled the sheet up to his chest. “I could use a pain
pill now, if you don’t mind. They’re in the bathroom.”

Actually, there’d been something else that
Melissa had tried to steal tonight. Lucky for poor Mathew Lizzy’d
found them in her things before Melissa left. Lizzy went into the
bathroom and got him a cup of water and put his pills on the
counter after taking one out.

She sat down when he asked her to. “I don’t
know where my dad is, do you?” Mathew said. “He was supposed to
come home and we’d talk. I wanted to tell him about Melissa and her
not helping me. He said he’d try to be home by seven, but then he
called and said he was running late.”

“He’s in bed.” He flushed, and she smiled at
him. “I’m not sleeping with your dad, Mathew. I just helped him to
bed. He’d been…he’s been working really hard lately, as you said,
and was too tired to drive home.”

Mathew nodded, and his eyes started to drift
closed. He opened them when she stood up. He looked panicky, so she
sat back down.

“Don’t leave us. I heard you tell Melissa to
bring back our stuff, but what if she comes back with some of her
big friends? I’m still too hurt to help Dad protect you.” She
nodded and told him she’d stay until his dad got up. “Thank you. I
don’t think I know your name.”

“It’s Lizzy. Lizzy MacManus.”

He smiled and nodded. She waited until he
fell asleep, then waited another twenty minutes before she left
him. Leaving the door open again, knowing that she’d hear him if he
woke, she went back to Logan’s room.

It was well after midnight and she was
exhausted. Putting him into a much deeper sleep, she took off her
pants, but left on her shirt and crawled into his big bed. Christ,
it was heavenly. She was going to be out of here before she woke
him, and then she’d have someone come and watch out for the two
men. She closed her eyes, wondering if Logan would notice a wolf in
his house. She smiled and went to sleep.

~~~

Logan opened his eyes slowly. He hurt so
badly he nearly cried in pain. Then he realized he wasn’t in his
bed alone. Looking to his right, he saw the outline of a body and
reached out gently to touch it. When she moaned, Logan felt his
cock come to life.

It was the fruitcake. What the fuck was she
doing in his bed? Better yet, how the hell did she get in? Logan
nearly groaned when she shifted on the bed, and did so when she
slid her leg up his to his hip. He wasn’t sure how his hand had
moved so quickly to grab her and hold her there, but he was glad
that it had. Logan looked at her face and saw that she was looking
at him.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping. I put you
into a very deep sleep that you’re not supposed to be able to wake
from unless I allow it.”

He moved her leg up higher on his hip and
watched her face.

“You can’t be serious. You have two broken
ribs and a busted lip.”

“I want you. Sit astride me and ride me. It
won’t hurt as bad.” She started to pull away, but she was there
now, and he wasn’t going to let her go.

“You think I’m nuts, remember? You told me
to stay away from you.” Her voice had darkened and grew husky.
“Logan, we can’t do this. You don’t believe in me.”

“I believe you want me as much as I want
you.” He slid his hand down her thigh to her mound and felt her
panties. “You’re wet already. I’ve changed my mind. I want you
astride me, but now I want you over my mouth. Come here,
Lizzy.”

When she shook her head, he wanted to demand
that she do as he told her, but he wanted her too badly to piss her
off again. When he slid his finger along the point where her thigh
met her nether lips, she rolled into him. Moving her panties out of
his way, he slid into her. Her moan made him ache.

“You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep
this up.”

He didn’t care, and the way she was riding
his fingers, he was pretty sure she didn’t either. He begged her to
move over him again so he could taste her. This time, she sat up on
her knees and looked down at him.

“Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see
you this time.” She unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on the
floor behind her. Next came the bra, a pretty strip of lace and
silk that matched the color of her panties. She stood up and pulled
them off as well. His cock ached to be inside of her. “Come here,
Lizzy. Please, I want to drink from you again.” He knew on some
level that they shouldn’t be doing this. That he should demand that
she leave him, but like every time he was near her, all he could
think about was taking her, fucking her, and touching her. But not
necessarily in that order.

Instead of moving over him, she reached out
to run her hand over his cock. Logan was naked except for his
boxers.

“I want to feel you inside of me again. If I
do as you ask, will you let me bite you again? I’m part vampire,
Logan, and I need you to live. Will you let me?”

Hell, he wanted to tell her if he could come
in her again, she could suck him dry for all he cared. Instead, he
nodded and reached for her. The pain in his ribs prevented him from
reaching for her breast when she was over him, but she seemed to
understand and leaned over him, her left arm above her head and the
other on his chest. Her nipple was right there for him to
suckle.

As soon as he nipped at her, she moaned.
Moving slowly, he ran his hand down her ribs, careful of his own,
until he cupped her naked ass. She let him guide her over him.

Her pussy wrapped around him, and she arched
her back up, bowing from his mouth. He pulled her closer to him,
and she rode him, soaking his cock as she moved. When she sat up,
Logan held his cock while she moved down over him. When he was
buried to his root, she stilled.

“You feel good inside of me.” She rolled her
hips. “Hum, that’s wonderful. I feel as if I can feel you to my
throat.”

Wrapping his hand over her hip, he showed
her how to move. Soon she was riding him hard and fast, her face
perfect in her pleasure. Watching her was amazing, and he wanted to
see her face when she came. Reaching down, he pressed his thumb
against her clit and she came.

She buried her hand over her mouth and
screamed behind it. His balls tightened then, ready to empty into
her, when she leaned over him and kissed him. Her tongue fought
with his, dueled hard and quick jabs like he wanted to do to her
body. As she tightened around him again, his climax rolled and
exploded from him. When she moved her mouth to his throat, he felt
her bite. His release had him rolling over and pounding into her.
She cried out against his flesh as she came again.

Logan felt the urge to bite her, the need to
sink his teeth into her. When she lifted her head, he looked deep
into her eyes and felt a connection snap into place like a rubber
band against a wrist. When he looked down at her, he watched as she
sliced a nail across her heart, and he dropped down and covered it
with his mouth. He suckled hard on her blood, and his cock jerked
to life again. He came hard after only two strokes, and when he
did, he knew that whatever he thought about her, she wasn’t leaving
him. At least not until he had some answers. There was no way she
could believe that she was a vampire. She liked to bite, sure, and
he found he liked that, but that didn’t make her a blood
sucker.

The next time he woke, he was alone in bed.
He touched the pillow next to him and it was cold. She’d been gone
a very long time. Rolling to the side of the bed, Logan sat there
with his head in his hands, and that’s when he noticed his ribs.
They weren’t bruised. Not only that, but they didn’t hurt. Standing
up, he made his way to the bathroom and turned on the light. He was
fucking healed.

He turned to his right, then left, and
didn’t see anything. Reaching in, he turned on the shower and
noticed it was damp. Reaching for the towel on the warmer, he
noticed the one hanging out of the hamper and pulled it out. It was
damp too. She’d taken a shower.

Making short work of his own shower, he
dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and made his way to his
son’s room. He nearly fell to his knees when he saw he wasn’t there
and that his bed had been made. He was tearing down the stairs when
he realized that if someone had kidnapped him, they wouldn’t take
the time to make the flipping bed. He heard them before he saw
them.

“You can too. Watch.” Her voice and his
son’s laughter had him pausing outside the door to the kitchen.
“See, look, you just have to hold the pan like this and give it a
good shake.”

He had to know and walked in to see his son
flipping a pan of hash browns into the air and catching them. There
were a few pieces that didn’t make it, but the pride on his son’s
face was worth the mess. Lizzy looked at him as he stood there.

“Hi, Dad. Lizzy can cook like a pro. She was
showing me how to work a griddle.”