Trouble in Cedar Falls

CHAPTER 1

CHAPTER 1 

I refused to take my eyes off his in the rearview mirror. Dating him had been one of the highlights of moving north with my best friend and starting a completely new life in Cedar Falls. I'd ended up with the chief and a hunky fireman and it had all started with a broken coven. Chief could be a huge pain in the ass, we bumped heads constantly, but at the end of the day…I loved him. 

Sitting there in the back of his police car, hands cuffed behind me, after he arrested me at my other boyfriend's house…I started to doubt that warm and fuzzy corner of my heart I had reserved for his pompous, righteous, self-centered, egotistical ass. We'd driven three blocks, and he had yet to acknowledge my presence or meet my smoldering gaze. 

He picked up the dash mic for his police radio and keyed it up. "Charlie-one-nine in transit with prisoner." 

"Copy, Charlie-one-nine," came the response, and the radio clicked dead with a loud hiss of static. 

"Dot," he finally let my name slide from his lips. 

I leaned forward, putting my face almost against the relatively clean looking plexiglass. "Don't. Don't you fucking dare utter a Lady damned word to me right now. I can't guarantee your safety." I sat back and stared out the window. 

"Do you think I wanted to arrest you? Do you think this is fun for me?" 

I smirked and looked back up at the mirror, not saying a word. 

"The DA was given the pictures by a concerned citizen. He motioned for the arrest warrant. He convinced the judge that you were a menace. Not me. The Mayor and I argued on your behalf for an hour, saying that it was crazy that you could possibly have lightning flying from your hands. I'm sorry!" 

"You could have warned me." 

"What?" 

"Why the fuck didn't you just call me. Why the fuck didn't you let me know that there was a warrant out for my arrest. I would have showed up at the station with my lawyer. You didn't have to come arrest me." 

"Yes, I did." 

"Why?" 

"Because I love you." He kept looking at me, worry etched clearly on his face and pleading in his eyes. Pleading for me to understand why he had done what he did. 

He could go fuck himself with his police issued nightstick. "Funny way of showing it." 

"They used the word witch, Dot. You know how stupid humans can get when they start throwing that word around. I came and got you before somebody else did." 

I huffed. "Who used the word witch? People don't believe in witches anymore." 

"Cedar Falls. Sure, nobody talks about it, but everybody remembers the demons in town square." 

"So, a group of concerned citizens showed up with pitchforks and torches? Bullshit." 

"No. Just one." 

"Who?" 

"I'm not at liberty…" 

"Fuck off." 

"I could lose my job, Dot." 

Reality can be a funny thing. Events around you can be so set in stone as you plod through life day to day. Sometimes, you can even take things for granted. Like the sunshine in the sky, a steady supply of water, the air around you. Even the people you love. You depend on them. They're part of your life and you assume they will always be there. You assume they'll always feel the same about you and prioritize you in their life as you have with them in yours. The funny thing about reality is it isn't always real, and that it can be completely shattered by the simplest of things. Like a thoughtless sentence from the man you love. 

I stared at him in the rearview mirror, mouth open in a silent cry of shock as tears flowed freely from my eyes. He had arrested me for wanton destruction while he sat there guilty of murder, and they'd never find the weapon he used to stab me in the heart. 

"Silly me for thinking I was more important to you than your job," I said icily, not daring to let the tears, hurt, or anguish into my voice. 

"Dot…I…" 

"Save it, Bill. We're done here." 

"We will get you through this! I promise." 

"Don't want, need, or expect your help. I can handle this just fine without you. You drew the line, and I'm turning around and walking away from it. You know damn fucking well I did what I did to save everybody in that restaurant. Sure, it was my fault they were attacked in the first place, but I damn well made sure there were no innocent casualties. So, you can drop the fucking boy scout routine." 

"What would you have me do?" 

"I already told you what you should have done. You chose who you are over what you are. Tell you what. While I'm sitting in your little jail cell, why don't you ask your coven if you did the right thing." 

"That's not fair, Dot, and you know it." 

"And sitting in the back of your car in handcuffs is?" Leaning forward to spit on his little plastic window, I almost screamed as a buzzing sensation filled me. For a moment, I thought an insect had flown into my hair by my ear, but then I knew it was coming from inside me, much lower than my ear. 

No. Fuck no. Oh, hell fucking no. Jason. I'm going to kill you, so help me lady, shut the fucking butt plug off now. Please. No. Oh, wow. Why now? Oh. Ooooooh. 

I scrunched my eyes and lowered my face, pressing my chin against my chest and not daring to breathe. The buzzing increased in intensity and then began pulsating in waves of delicious agony. It might have been in my ass, but it felt like it was hardwired to my lungs. My breathing matched its pace as it came in frantic gasps. 

I threw myself back in the seat and my head flipped up against the top of the headrest. Staring at the roof, little stars floated across my vision. I may, or may not, have even mewled. 

"You okay?" 

Apparently, I mewled. Ignoring him, I focused on not paying attention to the three-inch-long piece of surgical steel making my ass feel like the inside of a sub-woofer. 

There is no vibrator. I'm only imagining it. I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. 

It stopped. I gasped a sigh of relief and lifted my head, trying to control my breathing as I opened and closed my eyes repeatedly. 

Maybe we got out of range. 

I could almost picture Jason sitting in the middle of his trailer, thumb on the control, cackling maniacally as he slammed it to warp factor ten. 

"Fuuuuuck," I screamed as my ass lifted off the seat, and my hips started bucking in the middle of the police car. 

"Dot? What's wrong? Dot! Did you get bit by a werewolf? What the fuck is going on?" 

My speech capability was reduced to incoherent, sobbing chipmunk mating calls. Falling over on my side, my head pressed against the seat as my ass was assaulted by an industrial boring rig. The orgasm hit and I rolled over on my back, almost breaking my wrist in the handcuffs as I started convulsing while speaking Klingon. 

Fear is the mind–fuck that feels good. Oh, my lady. 

"Dot?" 

"Call Jason…" I had managed to squeak out between contractions. "Stop." 

"Jason? What does he have to do with this?" 

"Please," I sobbed, turned my head and started crying in pleasure. 

The sound of a dialing phone filled the Jeep as Chief called him via the handsfree Bluetooth. He picked up on the third ring and my fourth orgasm. 

"Hey, Bill. What's up?" 

"What is going on right now?" 

"Nothing. Sitting at home having a beer." 

"What does that have to do with Dot?" 

"Dot?" I could hear the panic in his voice. 

"Yeah… She's rolling around in the back of my police vehicle like she's having some sort of seizure. Did you give her something? You're not doing drugs again, are you?" 

"What? Nooo. Hold on a second, I'm getting another call." 

The line never clicked, so I knew he was lying. Bless his fucking face. You could hear his finger tapping the screen as he desperately tried to switch apps. I could almost hear his finger squeaking as it slid across the screen and the vibrations inside me slowed to a stop. 

"Thank fuck." 

"What?" Chief turned his head and looked at me through the divider. 

"Fucking drive. Take me to the station. Book me. Whatever. But get me out of these damn handcuffs and let me go to the fucking bathroom." 

∞ ∞ ∞ 

"How are you holding up?" 

"Peachy," I lied to Sherry through the gray iron bars separating us. Chief had booked me into the local jail, saving me from the indignity of being thrown into the local population of the county lockup. For which I would be eternally grateful. Orange might be the new black, but with my hair, I would have totally looked like a carrot. 

"Well, it's almost morning. Judge Blankenship owes me a favor or two. As soon as he's up, I'll see about speeding things along to get your bail set and get you out of here." 

"Thanks, Sherry. For everything." 

"I'm just sorry I couldn't get the arrest warrant nipped in the bud. The district attorney was pretty adamant about filing charges." 

"That doesn't make any sense. How the hell could he think I could destroy a restaurant by hurling lightning at it. Does he believe in witches?" 

Her face narrowed. "My thoughts exactly. It almost seemed…personal. Every argument I had against it, he dismissed and decided to plod forward. This case is going to get thrown out the minute the presiding judge looks at the evidence. How he got one to sign off on the arrest warrant is beyond me." 

"Chief said that a concerned citizen showed him the picture. Maybe they know each other?" 

"District Attorney Materos doesn't have friends. Any." 

"Materos?" I gulped. 

"Yes? Do you know him?" 

"No. While he may not have any friends…he might have a brother…." 

"Dr. Materos. The one who got Jimmy kicked off the fire department…" She nodded in understanding. "He's making this personal. He may have screwed you in the process, but he might have just helped Jimmy's case if I can prove that he's doing this out of spite." 

"You can be sure of that. It seems to be his motivating drive for everything. I bet his power ties are even angry." 

"Everything makes a little more sense now. You'll be okay for a little while? I need to make some calls. Promise I'll have you out of here as soon as possible." 

"Thanks, Sherry. I'll be fine." 

"Call me if you need anything." 

"A cake with a file in it?" 

"Seriously doubt you'd need one if you really wanted to get out of here." She cocked an eyebrow and gave me a look. 

I grinned and smiled. 

Without another word, she headed toward the door separating the holding cells from the rest of the station. That walk had been the longest of my life. Not that I'd never been arrested before, but it was the first time it had been my boyfriend who had done it. I snarled in the direction of the door. 

Are you all right? Dar's voice intruded on my rage, gingerly. Almost as if he knew I'd be pissed. 

Been better. 

You need help escaping? 

No. Riding this one out. If I escape, I'll become a wanted criminal. 

You already are. I want you. Shea wants you. Yuki looks like she's about to disembowel Chief. Jimmy is staging a coup. Jason is crying. Dennis is organizing a strike at the fire department. Things are getting ugly. 

Tell everybody to calm down. The charges should get dropped and Sherry is hounding the judge. Everything will be okay. Eventually. Especially once I got my magical paws on the Materos brothers. Or my mother did… 

I sighed, wishing I could communicate with everybody telepathically. Chief had taken my phone, wallet, keys, and everything else I had on me and put it in a box behind the counter. Everything but the butt plug. That went into the trash in the bathroom. While the pleasure had been exquisite…the humiliation attached to it rendered it useless to me. Maybe I'd pick up another one in a few dozen decades. In a different color, shape, and size. Maybe even manufacturer. I never wanted to be reminded of that night again as long as I lived. 

Tell Josie to call my mother. Tell her that I'm not ignoring her and not to do anything stupid. 

She does not know. 

Welcome to Cedar Falls. It should only be a matter of moments before Marge tells her. 

She's calling now. 

Thanks, Dar. Tell everyone else I said thank you, too. 

Yes, Master. 

I leaned back against the gray painted concrete wall, looked up at the ceiling, and sighed heavily. Perfectly content sitting there, my reverie was broken by the click of a lock and the clang of metal as the door opened to the holding zone. 

"Hey, Dot." 

"Officer Brown. How nice to see you again." I was lying and he knew it. His braying laughter echoed off the concrete walls. 

"Sorry. I didn't come here to tease you or anything. Chief sent me to see if you needed a bathroom break. Sorry our tiny cells don't have toilets." 

"Actually, yes. I do. Tell him I said fuck off and die. But thank you." 

He reached out and shoved a key in the lock, turning it and pulling the door open. I got up off my comfy slab of concrete and stretched, ignoring the chill in my butt. Thankfully, I had enough padding it hadn't seeped into my bones. "Don't suppose you have a cushion you can lend me?" 

"I'll see what I can do. Want some coffee?" 

"You can do this?" I practically grabbed his shirt. 

"I can. I has the power." 

"I'll love you forever." 

He gave a short bark of laughter and motioned me toward the single bathroom in the holding area. "Shouldn't be too much longer, Dot. Sherry looked pissed. Not to mention, you have the mayor as your lawyer." 

"Yeah, I know." I slipped into the bathroom and closed the door behind me. 

"I was there in the square, fighting alongside you guys. You might be different, but you're all good people. Mostly. The Jimmy dude kind of gives me the creeps." 

Laughing wasn't conducive to peeing, but I managed. "He's harmless. As long as you're not dating him." 

"I think I'll be safe," he said with a chuckle barely audible through the door. 

"I don't know. He's pretty cute." I washed my hands and opened the door. "Ready to be locked back up." 

"Come on. Let's get you some coffee first. I'm sure if you were going to escape you would have been long gone by now." 

"Yeah. Running from the law isn't exactly a good idea when you're trying to maintain a good guy image." 

He nodded and headed toward the exit. I followed him out of the holding area and into the tiny kitchen. "How you like yours?" 

"Black." 

He cocked an eyebrow. "You are a hardened criminal." 

"Just love the taste of coffee." 

He handed me a Styrofoam cup and filled up his own mug, adding cream and sugar to his. I was just taking a sip when he walked in. 

"Marcus, what is she doing out of her cell?" 

"Just getting some coffee, Chief," he answered without looking at him. 

Chief sighed and looked at me. "Doing okay?" 

"Fuck off," I said and turned around, heading back to my cell. 

Unfortunately, it was him who followed me back instead of Marcus. I liked Marcus. He didn't arrest me. 

Ignoring Chief Runs-with-stick-in-ass, I pulled the door closed behind me and sat back down on the cement block bench, sipping my coffee and looking everywhere but into the cornflower blue eyes staring intently at me. 

"Dot," he said through the bars, but I stopped him with an outstretched hand and a pointed finger. 

"No. I don't wanna hear it." 

"I know. I'm not going to try and explain myself to you. Maybe when you're less pissed off at me, I'll try. I was just letting you know that I contacted the coven, warning them to stay low and that the DA is poking around." 

That got my attention. "He is?" 

"Yes. He's been poking around case files." 

"Is there anything incriminating in them for the rest of the coven?" 

He sighed and leaned against the bars. "Between the murders, demons, abductions, and everything else… Yes. Unfortunately." 

I sighed and leaned my head back, returning my eyes to the ceiling. It was almost comforting staring at the slightly darker spot on the white paint… "You son of a bitch." 

"What?" 

"You spelled the Lady damned ceiling with a tranquility spell." 

He chuckled and sipped his coffee. "Maybe." 

"Did you do that to keep me calm?" 

"No! That was one of the first things I did when I joined the force. If you look around, there's one in every cell." 

"That's kind of brilliant." 

"I have my moments." 

"Not very often." 

"No." 

"Do you regret arresting me?" I turned my head to look at him, wanting to see his answer more than I wanted to hear it. 

"No. I did what I thought I had to do. I do regret not warning you first. That was kind of fucked up on my part. I'm sorry." 

"Yeah. Well. You're still a dick." 

"I know." He turned around and walked out of the holding area, pulling the door closed behind him with a loud clang. 

"At least you know. Knowing is half the battle," I whispered with a little smile. He pissed me off, but that was part of his charm.

CHAPTER 2

CHAPTER 2 

"So, how does it feel to be free?" Jason snickered under his breath as we walked next door to the bookstore. 

"Laugh it up. Next time, you're getting the remote-control butt plug. No lube for you." 

He winced and unlocked the solid wood door, pulled it open, and let me inside. "Yeah. Sorry about that…" 

"I know. But not as sorry as you're going to be." I chuckled evilly. 

"Dot?" Josie squeaked and ran out from the café, Candace right behind her. I braced for the impact and they didn't disappoint, Josie hit high and Candace low around my waist. A small oomph escaped my lips, but I smiled and hugged them both back. 

"Yep. Didja miss me?" 

Josie lifted her head and narrowed her eyes at me. "If it was one night in jail, I would have said no. But I hardly see you anymore." 

Candace nodded in agreement against my stomach. 

"Yeah. Well, I'm not going anywhere. For a while." 

"Good. Come on, Candy. We're opening in twenty minutes." 

I looked over at Jason. "We're ready?" 

"As we'll ever be. I was going to postpone until you could be here, but when Chief called me a bit ago that your bail had been set, I figured what better way to keep your mind off being locked up." He winked to let me know he was teasing as he re-locked the front door. 

"Well, I'll stay until you open, but I need to go home and have a shower." 

"Want me to call someone to pick you up?" 

"No," I answered without thinking. Only Shea and Dar knew about my shadow walking ability, and I kind of wanted to keep it that way. The rest knew about my dad, and that I wasn't just a witch. They didn't need to see just how different I had become. Thankfully none of them knew about growing fangs and vamping out on Ellis, the gorgeous dark elf whose mother had kidnapped Jaeren in an attempt to get me to marry her son. That would have been awkward. More awkward. "I'll have Yuki bring my car," I lied. 

"She can drive?" 

"I think so." 

"You don't want me to call Jimmy?" 

"No. I will. He can let everybody know I'm out of the hoosegow." 

The knock on the front door almost startled me. Sherry was peering through the glass, cupping her hand over her eyes to cut out some of the bright background light. She waved when she saw me. 

I walked over and twisted the deadbolt, gently pushing the door open. "Hello, Mayor." 

"Glad to see you're out and about." She stepped inside, and I relocked the door. 

"Thank you, for getting the judge to set bail so quick." 

She narrowed her eyes at me. "That wasn't me? I couldn't get ahold of him." 

"Then how am I out already? It isn't even nine." 

"Maybe you just got lucky," she said and reached over and patted my arm. 

I might have bought it, but Jason was looking even more guilty than when he decided to play DJ with the butt plug controls. "Spill it." 

"I don't know anything." 

"Uh huh. Your face is saying different. Talk." 

"I can't." 

"Want the butt plug inserted horizontally?" 

"It was Chief." He didn't hesitate to answer. "He went to the judge's house and had him set bail and sign the papers. He told me not to tell you." 

I was almost disappointed. My mother was in town. My grandmother lived in town. I'd have expected him to tell me one of them bedded the judge to get me out of jail. Chief doing it didn't make any damn sense. He'd arrested me in the first place. "Why?" 

"You'll have to ask him. I know he felt horrible for what he did, maybe he wanted you free, but by the book." 

"That sounds a little more like the boy scout." I turned toward the front door, half tempted to march my ass back to the station and demand an answer. But then I'd have to see him again. Maybe it was better to let things be. 

Sherry cleared her throat. "Anyway, the DA absolutely refuses to drop the case, which is weird. Even he has to know there is absolutely no way he's going to win this. He's just wasting taxpayer dollars." 

His motivation clicked in my head. "Not if putting me behind bars isn't what he's after." 

"What would that be?" 

"Exposure. He's going to glorify this case to let the entire town know that I'm a witch. Scratch that. I'll be lucky if it's just me he's after. He'll probably drag Jimmy into this, too," I said with a little frown. Come after me, I'll let you live. Go after my coven and they won't find your body. 

"What are you going to do?" 

"You're my lawyer. I'll leave that up to you. As long as I lay low, and everybody else does, too… He won't have a shred of evidence other than the lightning flying out of my hands. Maybe I should sue the power company. It was their electricity that hit me. Luckily, I wasn't hurt," I told her with a wink. 

"That's kind of scary fucking brilliant…" 

"I have my moments." 

"More often than you think. If you're suing the power company for faulty wiring, or a blown transformer…" She practically squealed and hugged me and ran for the door. At least she remembered to unlock it before running outside. 

"Anything I can do?" Jason tilted his head and smiled at me. 

"Yes. Get this damn store open. Josie!" I waited for them to come out of the café again. 

"What?" 

"I'm going home to shower. I'll be back later. Just wanted to say good luck." 

She jogged back over and gave me another hug. "Thank you. For everything." 

"What are sisters for?" I'd said it jokingly to her a million times growing up. This time, I meant it. Even if she didn't know the truth behind my words. 

"You're not going to stay for the opening?" 

"No. I changed my mind. I really need a shower. And a nap. And some coffee and food. I'll be back later to check on you all." I looked at her, Candace, and Jason. I hoped the three of them could handle everything, but I wasn't exactly expecting a mad rush of people on the very first day. Not wanting to take a chance, I gave Jason a look. "If it gets too busy and you can't handle it, call me. I'll be here in five." 

"You're worrying too much. Go and get cleaned up, then come hang out." 

"I will. And thank you for everything you've done. And bailing me out." 

"It was uh…the least I could do." He blushed again. 

"All right, kids. I'm heading home. You got this!" I leaned over and gave Jason a not so chaste kiss on his lips. "Love you," I whispered. 

"Love you, too." 

"I don't get one of those?" Josie was teasing. Josie was always teasing about an inappropriate relationship with me. She'd done it since we were kids. It is the main reason I was never surprised when she came out as bisexual. Knowing she was my actual, blood-related sister, the thought turned my stomach in about thirty-seven knots. She must have noticed my reaction. "Damn. I know I'm ugly but that's just plain rude." 

"No! And shut up, ho. You know you're hot. I uh…just got out of jail. Things were pretty rough on the other side. Big girls named Bertha who told me I had a pretty mouth…" 

"Oh, Lady. I'm sorry, Dot!" 

She bought it. "It's okay… I'll be all right. I'll be back in a little bit." 

"Okay. Sorry. No more lesbian jokes, I promise!" 

"Thanks, Jose. Have fun! Candace, if she starts skimming money out of the register, you smack her, okay?" 

"I will, Lady." She grinned at me, and I ruffled her hair. 

I turned and waved at everyone over my shoulder as I slipped out the still unlocked front door and into the bright sunlight. Dar? Yuki? 

Yes, Master? Dar was the first responder. 

Anybody home that can come pick me up? I'm outside the bookstore. 

Glad to see you are finally free. I shall call off the rescue operation. 

What rescue operation. 

The one I'd planned on executing sometime early next week. When we ran out of foodstuffs in your humble abode. 

You're a shit. 

I'm not the one who got arrested. 

Is there someone there who can drive a car and pick me up? 

Yuki is already on her way. 

Yuki, pick me up at the diner. I'm grabbing a coffee. 

Yes, Master. Her voice sounded strange. Almost like she was concentrating really hard and too busy to talk. 

I let it go and headed for the diner, ducking under the window of the police station, and peering through the front window of the diner, just to make sure there were no Chiefs in there ordering burgers. Luckily, he was nowhere in sight. Ignoring the chill of the handle, I yanked open the door and slipped inside, inhaling deeply of the smell of burgers and freedom. One night in a jail cell and I was already appreciating the simple things in life. Burgers, bacon, and grease. That's what life boiled down to. 

"Dot!" 

Marge's voice stopped space and time. Every head in the diner turned and focused on me. "Hey, Marge." 

"Cop a squat. I'll bring you some coffee." 

"Thanks," I mumbled and slid into my booth, putting my back to the rest of the diner and watching the front for signs of my car or Yuki. 

Marge delivered the promised coffee quicker than I expected, sliding into the booth across from me. "You hungry? Poor child." 

"You know?" 

She put her head on her hand, leaning her elbow against the table, nodding emphatically. "Herb was taking out the trash last night, saw Chief bringing you in the back in cuffs. That rat-bastard. Told him he better not show his face in here again until you were home free. Guess I should have the kid deliver a burger. Does he deserve one?" 

"No. Yes. Wait, put hot sauce and jalapenos on it. He'll eat it if he's hungry enough." May your ass be as sore as mine, fuck nut. 

"Evil. I like it. I'll have Herb soak the burger in Texas Pete." 

I chuckled. "Thanks, Marge." I was grateful for more than the payback. She, in a totally uncharacteristic Marge moment, was actually whispering. 

"Saw your mother this morning…" 

Shit. "Did you tell her anything…" 

"Sorry, kiddo. I did. Figured she was on the need to know list. My bad. She said for you to call her the moment I saw you." 

"Not your fault, sweetie. I will. After I get home and have a shower after I finish this coffee." 

"You gonna eat?" 

"No time. Yuki's picking me up any moment." 

"Gotcha. Be right back, I'll make you a coffee to go. Hold tight." She slid out of the booth and patted me on the head before practically jogging across the restaurant. "Herb, emergency rations." 

"Comin up!" 

Two minutes later, she dropped off a plastic bag with a takeout container in it, and a foam cup filled with coffee and the promise of a better day. "Here you go, Dot." 

I grabbed my bank card out of my wallet, but she shook her head, putting her hand over mine. 

"Herb says come by later and drop off the check for the house, if you have time to make it to the bank today. You won't be able to move anybody in right away, but he can give you the key. House next door to you is yours at the end of the month." 

"Perfect. Thanks, and tell him I said thanks, too." 

"Will do." 

"Wait. What day is it?" 

"The twentieth, why?" 

"Just making sure I didn't miss the great turkey cookoff. Don't forget, you're having Christmas dinner at my place." 

"You sure you're still up for everything?" 

"Wouldn't miss it for the world." 

"All right, but don't be afraid to back out of cooking dinner with us. I know you have a ton of shit goin' on." 

I downed the last of my coffee in my mug. "I meant what I said. Looking forward to it," I answered with a grin, just as my vampire chauffer pulled my car in front of the diner door. "Ride's here. Thanks, Marge," I said, got up, and gave her a quick hug before heading out the door. 

"You take care of you, too!" 

"I will," I managed to shout just before the door closed between us. 

"Hey, Boss," Yuki said as I opened the passenger door. 

"Thanks for picking me up." 

"Prison bus doesn't go by the house?" 

"Et tu, Yuké?" I gave her an exasperated look. It was bad enough I'd gotten arrested. If they kept teasing me about it, I was going to snap. 

"Dar gave ya shit, too?" She grinned at me before looking over her shoulder and pulling away from the curb. I wasn't completely sure why she looked before she leaped, a big pickup locked up its brakes and the guy laid on the horn. 

"Thank you," Yuki called out the window and gave him a little wave. Then she almost sideswiped the car parked in front of us. 

"You…um…have driven before, right?" 

"Sure. Lots of times." 

"Thank the Lady." 

"The whole steering wheel thing is a little weird, though." 

"What?" 

"I mean, the little joy sticks on the Xbox are waaay easier. I'm just sayin'." 

"You better not be fucking just saying. Are you kidding me right now?" 

"A little." 

"Yuki, you suck." 

"Blah blah blah," she answered it a Transylvanian accent and bared a fang at me. 

A mental image of me standing over Ellis flashed through my mind. I could taste the sweetness of his blood and feel the tenderness of his flesh against my lips. Swallowing guiltily, I focused on the road ahead of us. 

"You okay?" 

"Yes?" I turned my head and cocked an eyebrow at her. 

"You went totally broody." 

"Broody?" 

"Yes. Your face darkened and you were staring out the window like a brooding vampire." 

"Huh?" 

"Never mind. Maybe I miss hanging out with other vampires." 

"You do?" 

"Sure. My dad's a dick, but I love George like a cousin. Which works out good. Cuz he is. And don't get me wrong, I love you guys and my new family, but I feel like the oddball out. No late-night snacks to share with your buds, you know?" 

"Have you talked to them at all?" It was her turn to get broody, which told me she had. "I'm sorry, Yuki." 

"Don't be. It is what it is. I'm sure if dear old Dad hadn't commanded it, George would have at least checked on me." 

"At least he isn't forbidding you from visiting the blood bank." 

"Money is money. Doesn't matter if it comes from his excommunicated daughter or not." She swallowed guiltily. 

"At least he's practical in some things." 

The whine of a diesel engine sounded like a 747 taking off as the truck Yuki had cutoff gunned its engine and passed us on Main Street, horn blaring again. The passenger rolled down his window and launched a half-filled foam dip cup across our windshield. I gagged as the tobacco infused spit splashed across my mostly clean car. 

"That's fucking disgusting." I stared in disbelief. 

Yuki had hit the windshield wipers just in time to see the truck skid to a stop in front of us. Her arm shot out with inhuman speed as she stomped on the brake and held me against the seat simultaneously. We fishtailed to a stop with just inches to spare. 

"Nice reflexes." 

"Thanks." She undid her seatbelt, opened the door, and stomped out. 

"Yuki!" 

She ignored me as she stomped the entire way to the driver's side of the truck. I winced as the total hillbilly stepped out and towered over Yuki with a smirk on his face, a cowboy hat on his head, and enough muscles to probably fold her in half and tuck her in his back pocket. If she weren't a vampire. I practically kicked my door open to stop him from getting hurt. 

I had just gotten out of the car in time to see him take a swipe at her. With a resigned sigh, I leaned over the door to watch the show. Whatever he got, he deserved it after that. 

He'd only meant to grab her, but his hand never got close. She reached out and wrapped her hand around his wrist, yanking him toward her as she sidestepped while keeping one leg firmly planted against the asphalt. I doubted a moving car could have uprooted that foot, so his shin didn't stand a chance. As soon as he tripped, she used his momentum to flip him with the hand around his wrist. She looked like a tiny little judo master throwing a mannequin, but the move saved him from plowing a ditch through the asphalt with his face. 

Then the other one got out of the truck. 

My hands pushed back against the car, ready to intercept him and protect her, but then reality kicked in. Yuki didn't even remotely need my help. Nor did she probably want it. And I was in enough trouble with the police. 

Skoal-boy was shorter than Flippy McRoadkill, but stockier. He looked like a hairy tank in sleeveless plaid. "Make sure he cleans the windshield, Yuki," I called softly. 

She grinned at me and turned to the rapidly approaching source of amusement, still holding on to his disbelieving friend's wrist. He wasn't unconscious, his ass having taken the brunt of the landing, but judging from the way he was holding his ass off the pavement, he would be sporting a sore tailbone for a few years. Those damn things never healed. 

"You heard the lady, go clean the windshield." 

"Fuck off, you little twat!" He went to shove Yuki away from Flippy and got a hand to the throat. It was kind of mesmerizing watching his face register the shock of not being able to breathe and the ineffectiveness of his fists against Yuki's face and arms. It took all of thirty seconds for him to start tapping out frantically. 

"Don't kill him." 

"You're getting soft, Master." 

"No. There are witnesses," I answered, playing along with her big-bad mini bodyguard routine. 

With a sigh, she let him go. "I said go clean the windshield. Now." He wasn't going to be able to for a few minutes at least. He was too busy trying to suck in air through his rapidly bruising neck. 

The sound of a police siren behind us stopped the fun. Slowly, I turned, hoping against hope that it wasn't Chief who had stopped behind us. Hope betrayed me, and I winced as he slowly got out of his car and slid his sunglasses up onto his head. "Fancy meeting you here." 

"Gonna arrest me again?" 

"Depends." 

"On?" 

"What did you do this time."

CHAPTER 3

CHAPTER 3 

"Dot?" 

"Yes, Chief?" 

"Please. For the love of the lady, stay out of trouble." He shut my car door. 

I started the engine, happy to be back in the driver's seat. Yuki had seemed a little put out that I refused to let her drive. Ever again. "Tell trouble to quit throwing shit at my window." 

"Thankfully there were witnesses. I've warned Jackson and Davis about their tempers. They're lucky they didn't cause an accident." He leaned down enough to look at Yuki in the passenger seat. "Next time you might want to show a little restraint. The whole town thinks you're some kind of ninja now," he said with a chuckle. 

"Luckily, I didn't bite his face off. I kind of wanted to." 

"Well, with as many people who recorded the whole incident with their phones, I'll call that a good thing." 

He slapped the car door and motioned for us to get going. We'd blocked traffic long enough. The rednecks were in the back of the cop car for assault and we had to give our statement. Thankfully, I had the takeout container of breakfast food Herb had thrown together. I sat in the car eating while Chief did his thing. I still wanted a shower, but my stomach wasn't trying to gnaw its way out of my abdomen in search of food. 

I gave him a little wave as we drove away, the pickup truck finally having been removed by a hunky looking tow truck driver. Sparing Chief one last glance, I smiled at his image in the rearview mirror standing in the middle of the road, hands on his hips, watching me drive away and shaking his head. 

"That was fun. I miss the good old days when I could have bled a mortal in the middle of the street, and nobody would have batted an eyelash." 

"I'm going to agree with you on that one." 

"You would have bled him?" She was joking, but the mark hit a little too close to home. 

"No, but I'd have set him on fire if he tried to hurt me. But then again, I wouldn't have cut off the big diesel Ford with my tiny assed car." 

"He was in my blind spot." 

I spared her a glance. "You're a vampire. You could have heard that truck coming at you from three counties over." 

She sighed and sank into her seat a little. "Okay. I suck at driving. I've done it probably a dozen times. I don't even have my license. Luckily, your boyfriend didn't ask me for one." 

I patted her on the head. "We'll practice. I'll teach you if you want to learn." 

She perked up at that and turned on the radio. Full blast. Blaring K-pop in my Kia, ironically. 

"What station is this?" I stared at the radio. 

"WUKI. Yuki radio, all day and all night!" She wiggled her phone in front of her. 

"You hooked up your phone. To my Bluetooth." 

"Yep." 

I let out a sigh, followed quickly by a little smile to let her know I was kidding. We bopped along with the music all the way to the house. 

The last thing I was expecting was a moving van in front of the neighbor's house. The pastor, his wife, and a crew of five guys were steadily loading boxes into the back. I waved at him and gave him a tiny smile out of pure spite for his wife. 

Evil. Thy name is Dot. He was going to be sleeping on the couch for a while, but I didn't care. If they had been less nasty and talked to me like a human being, I would have been more than happy to be the friendly neighbor. Instead, his bitch wife had to tell everybody about her slutty neighbor. Good riddance, and thanks for the house. Which reminded me that I needed to go to the bank after my shower and nap. 

Dar opened the door as soon as we got out of the car. He was in his elf guise, for which I was grateful. The neighbors didn't need to see a blue demon leaning against the door, shirtless and looking hot as hell. The elf body was bad enough. Out of curiosity, I turned back toward the neighbors. Mrs. Pastor had just handed off a box to the mover in the back of the truck and was staring intently at my Dar. The perv. 

Chuckling, I walked up to him and locked my lips to his, much to his surprise. He got over it quickly and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me in tighter. I gasped as his hands slid down over my ass and lifted me into the kiss. "I assume this show was for your nosy neighbor," he whispered as he pulled away. 

"No. Don't know what you're talking about. I wanted to kiss you." 

"Yes, Master," he whispered and licked my ear, pulling away and letting me in through the door. 

The kiss had gotten me a little excited. The sultry way he whispered the word master made my knees a little weak. I ran my hand across his chest as I walked past him. 

"Welcome home, Lady," Shea said with a smile and a little bow. 

"You are free!" Jaeren added from the living room, standing up from the couch. "I am glad." 

"Thanks, Jaeren," I said, stifling a small laugh. He was cute when he wanted to be. "If anybody needs me, I will be in the shower and then I'm going to sleep for a little bit." 

Heading into the bedroom, I stripped on the way to the bathroom, turned the water on in the shower to the molten lava setting, and brushed my teeth while I waited for the pipes to drag the water up from the seventh level of Hell. Nothing makes you feel dirtier than spending the night in jail. 

Sliding open the glass door, I stepped in and winced as the scalding water hit my leg. I skirted around the spray, edging my way in slowly as I got used to being boiled alive. By the time I finally made it all the way under, I already felt cleaner. Steam cleaned. 

I was shampooing my hair when I heard the door slide open. Unable to see, I tilted my head a little, trying to hear who had joined me, but the sound of the water drowned out any telltale sounds. "Yuki?" 

They didn't say a word, merely grabbed my hands, pulling them away from my hair. Their fingers took the place of mine and started massaging the shampoo into my hair, dancing across my scalp and sending shivers down my back. 

"Dar?" 

Still no response. I started to turn, but the hands stopped me as they gripped my shoulders. They were definitely not Yuki's, and whoever it was wanted to remain a mystery. At least for now. It was either Dar or Shea, it had to be. Jaeren didn't have it in him to climb into the shower with me unasked, and probably didn't have the desire to, either. Unless Jimmy stopped by, it had to be one of the other two. 

The hands worked the lather through my hair, brushing the back of my neck with the back of their fingers. I felt myself sigh in contentment. "Keep your eyes closed," a voice whispered in my ear, soft enough that it didn't give away who they were. Finally, they turned me around, easing me back gently into the spray and tilting my head back. 

If I were being honest, I kind of wanted to look. But I didn't. Not knowing who was washing my hair was ten-thousand times more exciting than knowing. Instead, I focused on the feel of the gentle fingers sliding through my hair as they rinsed away the suds and how exposed I was to whoever was standing in front of me. 

When they finished, they pulled me slowly forward and turned me back around. I heard them rummage through the bottles of shampoos and soaps I kept on the rack beside me. They found whatever they were looking for and I heard it squirt out of the bottle. When they replaced it, the hands rubbed conditioner in my hair, I could tell by the scent. "Thank you," I said softly, a smile spreading across my face. One of the hands caressed my neck, acknowledging my thanks. 

Again, they pulled me out of the water, rinsing me again. 

"Can I open my eyes now?" 

Instead of answering, they leaned forward and gently kissed my closed lids, moving from one to another without saying a word. I took it as a no, sighing outwardly, but nearly screaming in excitement internally. 

I listened to their movements and breathing the best I could as they rummaged some more. When I felt the wet, soapy bath scrunchie slide across my chest gently, a little moan did escape my lips. 

Steady hands lifted my arms and washed away my troubles and cares, caressed my breasts, and lightly ran their thumbs over my nipples. My hand snaked down over my stomach, gathered some suds, and rubbed the flesh of my lips between my thighs. 

Whoever it was with me grabbed my wrist, stopping me from pleasuring myself, and I almost whimpered in frustration. Until his fingers found me. "Yesss," I hissed as my hips bucked against his hand. He cupped me, letting his middle finger slide through me as the rest of his fingers rubbed against my lips. When his finger curled and slid inside me, I moaned in ecstasy as my hand reached out and grabbed his already hard cock. 

"Dot," his voice came out as a breathless whisper, tinged with heat. 

My eyes flew open. 

"Dennis?" I backed away from his hand in shock. 

He sort of embarrassedly smiled at me. "Yeah." 

"Hey, bud. What are you uh…doin' in here?" One arm crossed my breasts and the other covered my almost aching crotch. I didn't want to stop almost as much as I wanted an explanation. 

His eyes opened wide in shock and then narrowed in what looked suspiciously like suspicion. "You… Let me guess. You didn't want me to join you… Fuck me." He sighed and covered his eyes with his hands, a blush spreading across his cheeks that had absolutely nothing to do with the temperature of the water. 

"Jimmy," I said to him, simply. It wasn't a name, it was an explanation. 

He nodded, not daring to look at me. 

"He's out in the living room, isn't he?" 

He nodded again. 

I wanted to walk out there, stark naked and stark raving mad. But I could kill him later. Right then, there was something I wanted to do more. I wrapped my arms around Dennis and pressed my head against his chest. "I'm sorry your best friend is an asshole." 

He laughed. "I'm sorry your boyfriend is an asshole, too." He awkwardly patted my back with the hand that wasn't still covering his eyes. 

I kissed the chest that was tantalizingly close to my lips. 

"Well, I'll let you finish your shower. I'm gonna go," he said and let go of his face long enough to gently grip my shoulders, steadying me as he took a step back. 

"Don't." 

"Don't what?" 

I took a deep breath, steadying my nerves. "Go. Don't go. Stay." I scrunched my eyes, clearly not knowing what I was doing. 

To his credit, he didn't immediately agree and jump right back in. Instead, he stared at me incredulously. 

I pressed myself against him, tilted my head up and gently kissed his chin. His mouth quickly found mine. There was more pent up frustration in that kiss than I thought possible, but it wasn't forced or awkward, fumbling or over eager. It was potential, a crouched lion ready to spring. I grinned against his mouth as the tip of his cock bobbed in front of him, slapping me lightly in the stomach. 

"Somebody's happy," I whispered. 

"That makes both of us." He smiled back at me. 

"Let's get you clean, get out of here, and go punish Jimmy." 

"Good plan." He chuckled evilly. 

I carefully worked my way around him, difficult in the shower with his broad shoulders, and what made it harder was tearing my eyes away from the look he was giving me. This, what was happening between us, was a long time coming. 

Taking the scrunchie from him, it was my turn to run it over the smooth skin of his chest. My guys varied in amounts of body hair. Dar and Shea were completely hairless, and Jason wasn't far behind with just a hint of stubble across his face. Even his leg hair was sparse, getting denser the closer it got to his pubic hair. Jimmy and Chief had the most, and Chief took the crown by a long shot. Dennis was smack in the middle. Hair and arms, a thick patch around his beautiful cock, and a patch in the middle of his chest that fanned out over his pectoral muscles. A happy medium. I'd always found him handsome, seeing him naked was better than I'd imagined. And I had. A lot. 

He tilted his head back into the spray, running his hands over his short hair and rubbing his face as I washed his body. The water cascaded down his chest and over his stomach, instantly washing away the suds. Taking a hold of his cock, I pulled him forward a little, soaping him up and letting my hand glide over his hot flesh. 

"Keep that up and you're going to make a mess." His voice sounded stained. He wasn't kidding. 

I pushed him gently back under the water, dropping the scrunchie and using my hand to get the suds off him again. Then I lowered myself to my knees, putting him at eye level. "We can't have any messes in the shower…" 

I licked the tip of him. He was already leaking precum in all his excitement. We were definitely going to fuck, but I wanted it to last. Our first time should be something we would both remember with a smile for a very long time. So, I pulled him into my mouth and ran my tongue against the underside of his sensitive tip. 

"Dot!" 

I pulled him out and looked up at him. "Go ahead," I answered simply, meaning it. I wanted him to explode, letting that pent-up frustration out before I really got what I'd always wanted from him. My pussy was practically throbbing in anticipation and I hadn't even cum yet. I needed to, almost as bad as he did. 

As I sucked him back into my mouth, I reached beneath me and slipped two fingers inside me. He was blocking the spray of water with his broad back, but my pussy was practically dripping on its own. Pulling my fingers out, I mashed my clit between them as I covered them in my slickness. Groaning against him, I started sucking in earnest. 

Of all of them, he had the most ridges and veins. Even more than Dar. I very much looked forward to feeling him inside me. Immensely. I practically whimpered as I felt him throb against the roof of my mouth. He was closer than I'd imagined. 

"Dot, I'm going to come…" 

"Mmmhmm," I mumbled around him. That was more than he could handle. 

He groaned as he unloaded. I doubled my assault against my hard clit, wanting to come almost as bad as I'd wanted to make him. The first splash completely coated my tongue, giving it that numbing feeling and onslaught of saltiness. The second puffed out my cheeks a little. By the time the third made it a little uncomfortable, I came. 

Opening my mouth in a silent scream, I pulled him from my mouth and panted through the orgasm, not caring that he was still coming and feeling the fourth and fifth spurts splash across my lips and chin. 

"Fuck," he managed to stammer as I still worked him with my hand. 

"You said it." I looked up at him and grinned as I washed his come from my skin and onto the shower floor. 

"I thought you didn't want to make a mess," he said with a chuckle. 

"I thought you were going to come like a normal human. Been a while, huh?" 

He gave me a sad nod, reaching down and offering me a hand up. "Are you okay?" 

"Why wouldn't I be?" I got to my feet. 

"Well, we were kind of forced into this… Just wanted to make sure you were okay with it." 

I leaned in close and looked him right in the eye. "First thing you should always remember about me. I will do absolutely nothing that I don't want to. Ever. Got it, Mister? This wasn't pity, this wasn't an accident, I've wanted to do this for a very long time." 

"Okay," he said with a chuckle, putting his hands up in the air for emphasis. 

"Our timing just sucked in the beginning. Then you met Alista. I'm sorry things didn't work out with her, but I'm also not sorry. Does that make sense?" 

"Not only do I understand, I agree." 

"You're happy you broke up with her?" 

"No. I'm happy that you like me." 

I couldn't help it and leaned in for that kiss. 

He chuckled, used his hand to wipe off my chin, and met my lips with his. He reached down and lifted my leg, intent on taking me in the shower, but I pulled away and shook my head. "No. I want our first time to be in a damn bed. Please." 

He smiled and nodded. "I'd like that, too. Sorry, you're just a little hard to resist." 

I reached down and took his cock in my hand. "You're a lot hard to resist." I wiggled my eyebrows. "Let me rinse off. Towels are in the cupboard by the shower." 

"Yes, ma'am." He kissed me one more time, traded places with me, and opened the door. "You fucker!" 

Dennis's shout and Jimmy's laughter told me all I needed to know. Grinning, I slid under the water and rinsed away the evidence while I plotted my revenge.

CHAPTER 4

CHAPTER 4 

Jimmy flopped back on the bed, grinning at me as I straddled his waist. His cock poked at the entrance to my pussy and I pushed back against him, letting the tip sink inside me before stopping. 

"Oh, you feel sooo good, Jimmy." 

"So do you," he answered as his eyes widened. His hips began to push forward, but I matched his movements, keeping him just inside me. 

I put my hands on his chest to steady myself and looked deeply into his eyes as I felt Dennis settle on the bed beside us. Sliding my hands over his shoulders and down his arms, I grabbed his wrists and gently guided his arms up against the head of the bed, leaning down and brushing his lips with mine. "I want you," I whispered. 

"You have me. All of me. It's yours." 

"To have and to hold?" 

He nodded. 

"Forever and ever?" 

He nodded again. 

"To do with as I please." 

"Yes," he said solemnly. 

My tongue darted out and licked his lips as I drank in his desire, his want, and his need. But mostly his love. "Ceangal agus tost," I said as I sat up, grinning at him. 

The wood of the headboard warped as tendrils grew from the surface, binding his hands against it. His legs began kicking behind me as they bound his feet. His mouth opened but no words, or sound, escaped him. 

"That was my binding and silence canting. Behave, or I'll try out my immobility spell." I glared at him for emphasis. "You were a very naughty monkey, Jimmy. So, I'm going to punish you. Would you like that?" 

He nodded, his eyes taking on a gleam I hadn't quite expected. 

"Good. Now you get to lie there and enjoy the show." I pushed back against him, fully impaling myself on his throbbing cock. Bound and unable to move, completely at my mercy, he was more turned on than I'd ever seen him, harder than I'd ever felt him. 

I put one leg down on the floor beside us and lifted myself off him, but reached down and stroked him a couple of times, smearing my wetness all over him. His hips bucked in pleasure. 

Then I focused on Dennis. Sweet Dennis who was grinning at me in appreciation and stroking his own cock while he watched the show. "Shall we?" 

"Please," he practically begged. 

I motioned for him to get up and meet me at the end of the bed. He met me there with open arms and I fell into them, kissing him like I'd always wanted to. His hands traced lazy circles down my back until they made their way over my ass. He lifted me up further into that kiss, practically devouring me. Moaning against him, I returned the favor, pulling him into me and twisting, rubbing his cock between our stomachs. 

"You drive me insane," he said with a throaty chuckle as he pulled away. 

"Just you wait. I really do drive people insane." I kissed the tip of his nose. 

"I thought we were going to do this on the bed?" 

"Oh. We are. I was just giving Jimmy the best seat in the house. Remember when he made me fuck him on the couch right in front of you?" 

He blushed, clearly remembering. It was the first time I'd seen his cock. He'd masturbated and came right in front of me while I rode his best friend. My pussy practically drooled at the memory. Okay, it did drool. I felt my wetness dripping slowly down my leg. Even bound and gagged, he was still able to make me insane with desire. 

Sitting down on the end of the bed, I grabbed Dennis's hands and pulled him with me as I scooted back between Jimmy's legs. I leaned back against him, his hard cock sliding against my neck as my head rested on his stomach. 

Dennis leaned over me and kissed me again as his hand found my pussy, fingers parting my flesh and sinking inside me. He was ignoring his best friend's dick only inches from us as his tongue found mine. 

"You're so wet," he said as he pulled away. 

"You're so hard," I answered, glancing down at him, wanting nothing more than for him to sink into me. 

He didn't though, he curled his fingers inside me, letting the tips brush against the flesh just behind my mound before he began to finger fuck me in earnest. 

"Dennissssss," I hissed his name as pleasure kicked the shit out of me. My eyes crossed, and then rolled up as I closed them. The rest of his fingers were banging against me, only adding to the frenzy that had enveloped me. His put his other hand on the flesh of my stomach, just above my pubic hair, and applied a little pressure as his other hand became a blur of motion. 

What flew from my mouth was unintelligible, primal, and I probably looked like a complete spaz. The orgasm that hit me was almost immediate, and when he leaned down and kissed my pussy, I exploded. My eyes opened and I yelled his name as the room darkened, either from the shadows reacting from my orgasm or just my vision failing me. I was betting on the latter as stars also filled my vision. 

"Stop. No more," I whimpered as he slowed his assault. "Holy fuck. Woah. Wow. Yeah um…where'd you learn that one?" I blinked slowly, trying to bring his face back into focus. 

"Internet," he said with a grin, wiping moisture that had escaped from my lady bits off his forearm. 

"Gotta love the fucking internet. Wow." 

He gave my clit a gentle kiss and scooted forward on his knees, bringing the tip of his cock to my entrance. "Need a minute?" 

"I want to say yes, but not as much as I want you inside me. Go slow, please." 

He reached down and grabbed his shaft, bringing the tip of his cock to my clit and rubbing it slowly with that soft patch of skin just under the head. 

"Oooh," I cooed. 

He looked at the cock beside me and smiled, glancing at me and looking back at it, commanding me without words. 

"You want me to suck Jimmy while you fuck me?" 

He nodded shyly. 

"Do you think he deserves it?" 

A smile and a shake of his head. 

"But you want to watch me do it." 

"Yes." 

He was beyond fucking cute. And now he was mine. Jimmy was being pleasured and punished by being left out of our fun. Life was good. 

I turned my head and kissed the side of Jimmy's cock. It was moving on its own as it bobbed beside me. He was flexing his muscles, trying to give himself a modicum of pleasure. I captured the head of it with my mouth, shifting my back and pulling him in a bit more. He couldn't even groan, but I felt him throb hotly in my mouth. 

Dennis stopped rubbing my clit with his and sank the head inside me. I groaned around a mouthful of cock. The deeper he went, the deeper I took Jimmy into my mouth. He was still feeding himself inside me long after Jimmy had touched the back of my mouth. Any farther and things would have gotten ugly. 

When Dennis pulled back, I did the same, matching him stroke for stroke. I moaned in pleasure, Dennis feeling better inside me than I had ever imagined. 

"You are so fucking beautiful. And hot. Sexy. Kinky. Would it be too soon to tell you you're everything I ever imagined I wanted?" 

Letting Jimmy go, I looked up at the gorgeous man leaning over me, my legs over his thighs as he drove himself inside me. "You should have told me sooner." I gave him a small smile, embarrassed a thousand times more by his words than the situation. 

"I should have told you that night in the bar. When we were playing pool. Jimmy is way better at me than flirting." 

I reached up and rubbed his chest. "But you're much better at being sweet." 

He smiled at me, earnestly, without reservation, and my heart turned into a puddle of goo as my smile matched his. Then his took an evil uptake as he drove his cock into me, grinding himself against me. 

"Yes, Dennis! Fuck me." 

And he did, driving himself in and out of me almost at the same pace he had almost wrecked my sanity with his fingers. 

"Fuck fuck fuck." 

Jimmy's cock slapped against my cheek as I turned my head in agony and ecstasy. I wanted him, needed him, back in my mouth while Dennis drove me insane. 

"Pléisiúr," I mumbled around Jimmy's cock. 

I'd gotten wrapped up in the moment and didn't think about what I was doing. My spell shot into Jimmy and Dennis. 

"Doooottttttttttt," Dennis groaned as he practically tried to crawl inside me, his cock diving in as far as it could go as he convulsed against me. 

Jimmy erupted into the back of my throat. I almost gagged and quickly freed him from my mouth, trying to guide him away with my face. Unfortunately, he kept spewing all over my mouth and neck, some spurts landing on my breasts and lower. Dennis' was flowing out of me and quickly running down the crack of my ass, pooling beneath me. 

I'd wanted Dennis's and my first time to be something special. It was, and then some. It turned into a bukkake threesome with me covered in silvery strands of hot wetness. I should have been disgusted. My error in magical judgement should have been very apparent. But…I loved every second of it. Jimmy splashing all over me, Dennis unloading inside me, feeling him twitching and spasming as his face contorted in primal pleasure… 

I was lucky I survived. Orgasm after orgasm raced through me, tearing up the track. My back arched and my head pivoted against Jimmy as I tried to roll away and curl up in fetal position. Dennis collapsed on top of me, not caring in the slightest that Jimmy's cock jabbed him in the face and then the room went dark as the shadows pulled from the walls, encircling us and wrapping the entire bed in a cocoon of silky blackness that glittered in my vampiric vision. 

With a defeated sigh, I let go of all the magic of the pleasure and binding spells that were still going. Jimmy gave one grunt of pleasure, sat up, and fell back on the bed. "Woah." 

"Woah is right," I managed to answer back. 

"Can we do that again?" 

∞ ∞ ∞ 

One thing was for damn certain, I needed a bigger shower. The three of us had barely fit and I got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore. We were literally just showering, but the closeness was overwhelming. I soaped up, rinsed off, and got the hell out of there, letting the two of them finish on their own. I didn't even stick around and watch to see if anything happened. I was sore, tired, and in desperate need of a nap. 

Call me weird, call me insane, but I wanted a cup of coffee first. Sex like that deserved coffee. And cheesecake, but I doubted my ability to stay up long enough to bake one. Even if I had the ingredients in my fridge. Which I didn't. I desperately needed to go to the store. 

Slipping on a pair of leggings and a T-shirt, I padded quietly into the kitchen. Shea wasn't around, so I assumed he had gone back to his apartment. I reminded myself to call him later, spend some more time with him. I hadn't planned on the impromptu threesome, things like that just seemed to happen around me lately. I grinned in satisfaction. 

"Lady! Are you rested?" Jaeren sprang from the couch and met me in the kitchen. 

I chuckled in response. "No. Just got out of the shower." 

"Again?" 

"Er…yeah. Where's Dar and Yuki?" 

"Yuki's face went white and she started to tremble. She left so she would not be embarrassed by your amorous festivities." 

"Amorous festivities. That's a very succinct way to put it." 

"Thank you. Can I get anything for you?" 

"Nope. Thanks J-run. Just makin' a coffee." 

"J-run?" 

"Nickname. Don't like it?" 

"I do. Thank you." He bowed. 

Since I'd rescued him from the clutches of the tyrannical dark elf who turned out to be not so tyrannical…he'd been very accommodating and meek. I guess gratitude went a long way with the fae. "Oh, I got you something!" 

I grabbed a mug and shoved it into the maker, popping a pod in and setting it to brew before heading over to the fridge. I'd set aside his surprise until we rescued him from Faerie. In all the recent commotion, I'd forgotten to give them to him. Reaching up on my tippy-toes, I barely got the cabinet above the fridge open, not wanting to hunt for the step stool. 

"They're in there if you want to grab them." I pointed. 

I moved back to my coffee but watched him out of the corner of my eye with a little smile on my face. This should make his millennium… 

He moved closer and easily reached over the fridge, grabbing the green and yellow box out of the cupboard. He seemed disappointingly uninterested until he saw the picture of the crayon on the front. I almost reached over to steady him as his hand started shaking. He grabbed the other side of the box, cradling it between his hands and staring at it. 

"You bought me more color sticks?" 

"I did." 

"There are many," he said softly, his voice quivering almost imperceptibly. Almost. 

"Sixty-four of them." 

"In all different shades?" 

"Every color of the rainbow and then some." 

"Why?" 

"Why what?" 

"Why would you do something so extraordinarily nice for me? I have brought naught but trouble for you. I have not even been that nice to you. I even tried to kill you. Twice." 

I sighed, ignored my sputtering coffee, and turned to him. "Because. Just because. You're my friend now. Friends do nice things for each other when they can." 

"But I have not for you." 

"Are you more inclined to now?" 

He looked up at me, eyes glittering with moisture. He nodded solemnly. 

"That makes me happy. But that's not why I did it. I did it for a million reasons, but that look on your face, happiness, that's the main reason. I wanted you to be happy." 

Without warning, he set the box on the counter and threw his arms around me in a hug, openly weeping. Not very masculine, and not befitting of an elven king, but the entire thing made my eyes more than a little wet, too. "You have my thanks, my lady." 

I scrunched him back, returning his hug. "There's more in the cupboard you know. Go look." 

He gasped and pulled away from me, almost not believing me. I nodded and pointed over the fridge. "You might not be able to see them, but they're up there." 

He reached over and put his hand down, feeling around. He grabbed all four of them between his fingers and pulled out the coloring books I had bought with the crayons. 

He was fully trembling as he brought them out and ran his fingers over the covers. "What is this?" 

"They're books. They have pictures in them. More like the outlines of pictures. You use the coloring sticks to fill them in, bringing them to life. In any color you want." 

"I may choose?" 

I nodded. 

"The unicorn on the front, I could make it blue if I wished?" 

I nodded again. 

He hugged them to his chest, flashed me the most grateful look I'd ever seen, a smile more brilliant than the sun, grabbed the box and practically ran to the dining room table. 

"If any of the crayons get dull, there's a sharpener built into the box!" 

"Truly?" 

"Truly," I answered with a little laugh, joining him at the table. 

He fumbled getting the box open but managed to do it without ripping it. He gasped when he saw all sixty-four crayons neatly packed inside. "Glorious!" 

He set the box behind the book and opened it to the first page. He touched his index finger to his lips as his eyes scanned the colors, and the moment he found the exact shade he wanted, he smiled and pulled it from the box. 

He was a hummer. As the tip of the crayon almost magically filled in the open area he was shading, he started humming softly to himself. He was like a little kid and my heart may have skipped a beat or two just watching him. He blushed when he saw me. 

"Don't mind me. Enjoy yourself." 

"Oh, I shall. Thank you again, Lady." 

"You're welcome." 

Yuki came through the front door. She still looked flustered, but not angry. She blushed furiously. "All done?" 

"Yes. Sorry." 

"What the hell were you doing in there?" 

I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Do you really want to know?" 

She turned a little green, shaking her head. "No. Not even a little." 

"Is it that bad? You can still feel everything?" 

"It's worse." 

"Because there were three of us?" 

"No. This isn't the first time. And the other time, Dar was with you and the intensity didn't change, even though he's your familiar. Something is different. Your…power is growing or our link is getting stronger." 

My father's power. Shit. "Huh. That's weird. Maybe it's the new cell tower they built up the road. It could be amplifying our signal." I was so full of shit it scared me. 

Dar came out of Yuki's room looking way too happy. There was no doubt what he'd been doing. He blushed, too. 

Yuki refused to look at him and cocked an eyebrow at me. "Cell tower? You're joking." 

"Kind of, yeah." I sighed. "It's probably the whole 'my dad is a god' thing. But I don't wanna think about it." 

"I don't blame you. Just wanted to let you know." 

"Thanks, Yuke," I said and patted her spikey little head. 

She frowned at me. "Whatcha doin, J-man?" She looked at him coloring. 

"Painting with colored wax. Would you care to join me? I have multiple canvas books." 

"Sure! Gimme one." 

He slid one from the bottom of the pile across the table to Yuki and then put the box of crayons in front of me so they could both reach them. 

"Want to trade seats?" I pointed at my chair. 

"If you want." 

"Don't wanna get in the middle of your color war. This could get ugly." 

I got up and let her slide over, taking her chair just as Dar stepped up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders. "I see you gave him his present." 

"Yep. He was a good boy," I answered with a grin. 

"There! I have finished my first work!" He slid the book over to me and I couldn't help but gasp. Not only had he finished it in a few moments…it was perfect. It didn't even look like it had been colored with crayon either. It was almost as if the crayon had melted and spread across the page, collecting in spots that should have been shaded and spreading thinner where the light would have been reflected. I almost waited for the butterfly on the blue unicorn's head to start flapping its wings and the entire image stood off the page. 

"Woah." 

"Do you like it?" 

"Jaeren, it's amazing." 

Even Yuki whistled. 

"Do you wish to have it?" He asked softly. 

"Can I?" 

"I would be honored, Lady." 

"Then let me show you our gallery. It's where you put all works of art done in crayon." 

"You have such a place?" 

"Every house does." 

"Truly?" 

"Truly," I answered and carefully pulled the page out of the coloring book, careful not to put any rips in it. I don't think his heart could have taken it. When it was finally free, I stood and took it into the kitchen while he followed behind me. 

"It goes in the most used room of the house? Other than your bedroom, I mean." 

I hoped to the Lady he didn't mean it like I thought he meant it, but knowing Jaeren, he probably did and didn't think anything wrong with it. With a sigh, I grabbed the tape dispenser out of the junk drawer, plastered the page against the fridge, and taped the four corners to the black stainless-steel. 

"A place of honor," he whispered next to me. 

"Befitting such a treasure," I answered. 

"Lookin' good, buddy," Jimmy said behind us. I hadn't even heard him come out of the bedroom. 

"Thank you, James. It is my first work." 

"Did you sign it?" 

He turned to look at Jimmy. A horrible feeling settled itself in my stomach. I turned and cocked an eyebrow at him, but he refused to look at me. 

"Was I supposed to?" Jaeren asked shyly. 

"Hell yeah. All arteests sign their work." He grabbed a pen off the counter. "Go ahead." 

"But I only know elvish. Nobody will know my name," Jaeren said worriedly. 

"Tell you what. You sign it in elvish, and I'll write it in English under that. Sound like a good plan?" 

"No, James. That sounds like an amazing plan. I thank you." 

"You're welcome, buddy." 

Jaeren positively beamed. He took the pen and began scrawling something across the bottom corner of the page. I looked over at Jimmy and he was practically salivating. This wasn't going to end well. 

Jaeren turned and offered the pen to Jimmy, who took it without question and hastily scrawled something beneath it. I was afraid to look. 

"There you go! You're all set. Now, you're officially an artist of the mortal realm!" He tossed the pen on the counter and slapped Jaeren on the shoulder, heading toward the living room. 

"Thank you, Sir James," Jaren said with a respectful bow, rising to stare appreciatively at his picture, signature, and the translation I knew was nowhere near what it should read. I sighed as Jaeren followed Jimmy, breaking off to color some more. 

With vast amounts of trepidation, I leaned in to read just exactly what Sir James had written, stifling a giggle when I did. 

JERUN. AGE: 6 

He should have written it in crayon.

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