Chapter Nine

As the knob to his front door clicked open, he dropped his keys in the deep red glass bowl on the table just inside the door. Kicking off his shoes he let them fall to the side of the foyer. A dim light was on in the kitchen. Bram looked at his watch. It was 9 o’clock. Usually, he was fine with Devon being up later in the evening since they worked on a completely different schedule. Yet the house was dark.

“Anyone here?” He called. Maybe they had to run to the corner store quickly?

“Come on inside. I have a surprise for you.” Bram dropped his jacket on the bench as he walked by, untightening his tie, walking into the kitchen. To his immediate right, the accent lights were on in the living room and a woman sat, her angles arched in a seductive pose. Red silk and lace curled over the black leather couch. One foot settled on the glass coffee table leaving a hint of black panties open to his view. “I made sure everything was taken care of, that way I could take care of you.” She purred, swirling some red wine in her cup.

“Where’s Devon?” He knew his voice was harsh and on the angry side.

“He’s in his room. I told him we’d be having an early night tonight. Gratefully, he didn’t argue too hard.” She batted her eyes at him.

“Really?” Bram looked down the hall. It had been Devon who had called him earlier asking if they could talk after he got home. Bram had even gone as far as to leave early to make sure he was there to do so. He raised a questioning brow at her. Though, as she stood, he felt that primal need rise up in him. It really had been too long since he’d fed. He felt the surge of desire coarse through his body, his pants tightening. “I should just…” He wanted to hunt her, but this took him completely off guard. He hadn’t been expecting her to jump him when he came home. Dropping a few hints of thinking about finally having sex with her the night before had an effect he hadn’t expected.

Jumping from the sofa, she threw her body between him and Devon’s room. He didn’t like how she was insisting he not check on his son. “Please, he’s asleep. It’s still early, if you wake him, he’ll be up for the rest of the night.” Bram frowned, pushing past her. He moved silently through the hall, opening Devon’s bedroom door just slightly. His son’s eyes were closed, and Bram could hear the gently thump of his heart and rhythmic breathing. Smiling, he clicked the door closed tuning back.

She stood at the end of the hall with her arms folded under her breasts, forcing them up and making them look like a perfect treat. She was frowning at him, looking at him in a funny manner. “What did you think you were going to find?”

Bram grunted. There are a million different things he could imagine. Vampires wouldn’t exactly take to him raising a human child or having a human nanny come in to watch him. And obviously he couldn’t trust another vampire. Bram may have the restraint to not touch him, but even Tyler had issues being around him sometimes. It was hardest when they hadn’t fed for a while.

Just like the woman standing at the end of the hall. The red complimented her dark mahogany curls and deep brown eyes. She was pretty. All his nannies had been. “Let me go take a quick shower, then we’ll have that little… chat you asked for.” He chuckled, winking, as he slipped into the bathroom beside his son’s. This wasn’t his normal bathroom, but he didn’t want to make a mess in his. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave her a small smirk and a wink.

Slipping into the bathroom, he left the door open a crack. He was confident she would get the hint. He undid each button slowly. He could feel her eyes on him as he loosened his belt, pushing them down his hips. Raising his arms over his head, he stuck a pose, and heard her gasp from the hall. Smiling to himself he felt his body coming to life with expectation. The door creaked behind him, and he felt her fingers graze his sides experimentally. His body shivered at the light touch. He growled, letting her know he enjoyed it, as he reached into the shower. As he waited for the water to warm a little, he turned in her arms, letting his fingers get lost in her locks.

“You sure things won’t get awkward if we do this?” He asked, letting his fingers play at the laces between her breasts, pulling the fabric enough to uncover her nipple.

Her chocolate eyes gleamed up at him, glazed over with passion. “It won’t as long as we don’t let it.” Her fingers dipped into his boxers, slowly moving from one hip to the other. Bram felt his dick strain as her finger slid along his lower abdomen. Her nails dug gently at his skin as her fingers worked their way down his thighs. Pulling his boxers along with them. She let the end of the boxers catch on his cock, pulling it down, kneeling in front of him. Smiling up, she winked, as the boxers rushed over the tip, releasing him until he bounced back up. Bram couldn’t help but chuckle. She was going to be fun.

She smelled of strong perfume, which was a bit overwhelming on his senses. Part of the reason he’d decided that a shower was for the best. He watched as her tongue grazed from tip to sack, then up his sides. “I like the way you tease me.” His voice was husky and filled with need and desire as he twitched at the entrance of her mouth. Her lips parted, and she filled her mouth with his hard rod, slowly moving forward and backward, taking a little more of him inside her with each pass. When his cock hit the back of her throat, his excitement got the best of him as his hand grabbed the back of her head and she moaned as he pressed his luck, pushing just a little more. Pulling out, he pushed back in quickly pressing himself back in. Tears formed in her eyes as she moaned. The vibrations all around him had him press further in. When she didn’t stop and started wiggling her tongue, rubbing the sensitive vein, he had to pull out to prevent the fun from ending too soon.

His hand curled in her hair, and he pulled at it. A finger crooked under her chin. “Come here.” He growled. Her mouth was still half open, as if begging for his cock again. She moaned, working her body slowly up, pressed against him. She paused, pushing her breast together around his cock as she suckled on his nipple. The tender flesh jiggling around his throbbing rod was just enough. It wasn’t too overstimulating to make him cum, but it felt so damn good. He let her play for a while, knowing that a woman like this would be just as turned on playing with his hard body as him playing with hers. A sexy man she could eat up was her kind of kink. That had been clear in the last few months that she’d been living under his roof.

“You are the most scrumptious man I’ve ever tasted. Even your cock was sweet and amazing. I want to eat it again.” He hardened his grip on her hair, pulling her up the rest of the way. His lips crashed into hers and devoured her mouth. He liked that she was begging for his cock, but he didn’t want to hear her keep talking. There were too many other things they could be doing with their mouths. And he was hungry.