Rednecks 'N' Roses (8 page)

A hollow, metallic thud echoed around the parking lot as Amber pounded her fist against the hood of the car. She wiggled as her ass made contact with cold metal. In contrast, Rusty’s breath between her legs was hot, and she arched into his mouth. His tongue was magic, stabbing into her and lapping her clit. And his fangs—she moaned again. Razor sharp, he wielded them with a delicate touch that tantalized and teased but never hurt.

She wanted to explode! “Oh my God, I’m going to come.” When Amber tightened her thighs and arched herself against further his mouth, Rusty pulled away.

“No. Not yet. Not without me.”

Pinning her body beneath his, he captured her wrists in one hand and pulled her arms above her head.

Lifting his body, he kept her thighs pinned with his and looked down. Stretched taut beneath him, she was completely at his mercy. Lust surged through his body. She was his and soon his cock and fangs would seal his claim.

“Rusty, please.” She tried to arch her breasts toward his mouth.

He tightened his grip and slid a thigh between her legs. Leaning over, he dragged his tongue along her neck and followed it with a gently scraping fang. “You’re mine,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m going to fuck you so hard that nothing but me will exist for you. And then I’ll take your blood.” He captured her chin with his free hand and stared into her face. “Do you understand me, Amber? I’m going to bite you, sink my fangs into you. If you want me to do this, tell me now. Once I start, once I slide my cock into you, I won’t be able to stop.”

Panting, Amber focused on the piercing green gaze staring down at her. Stop. He wanted to stop?

Now? What was he crazy? “If you stop now, I swear I’ll find a pair of pliers and yank your fangs out next time you fall asleep.”

Lifting her head, she nipped his chin—hard.

As Amber’s sharp teeth scraped his chin, the lust Rusty had been holding at bay exploded within him.

Settling his hips between hers, he rammed his cock into her as deeply as he could. “Fuck, but you’re tight.” Flexing his hips, he pulled back and pounded into her again.

She lifted her long legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Oh baby, you’re so hot. So wet,” he groaned as he sank deeper. Moist, clinging muscles enveloped his cock.

He scraped a fang along her neck again. A thin line of blood appeared and he lapped it up.

Excitement roared through his body. His, she was his. He dipped his head and suckled first one nipple then the other—back and forth, dragging his tongue from one to the other, lapping and kissing the valley between them.

Heat and desire burned straight to his groin and his cock hardened even more. He twisted his hips and buried himself deeper.

He nipped her neck. Blood. He needed more blood. Her blood. His body burned for her blood.

His balls contracted.

Rusty dragged his tongue across her left breast, nuzzled her collarbone, then lapped Amber’s neck once more.

Finally, when the ache in his balls became unbearable and exploded up through his cock, he buried his fangs where her neck and shoulder met. As the warm blood filled his mouth, he shuddered and shook with the most powerful orgasm he’d ever experienced.

“Deeper, Rusty, deeper,” Amber moaned as he twisted and pumped his hips, driving his rock-hard cock against and past her slippery flesh. As she lifted her hips to meet his, her internal muscles clenched and grasped. “Oh God, you’re hard. You feel so good.” He mumbled something against her neck. When his fang scraped her sensitive skin, she shuddered.

More heat pooled in her groin; her nipples tightened to points of pleasure-pain.

She tried to pull her wrists free but he only tightened his grip.

Amber shivered and sucked his tongue into her mouth when his lips found hers again. He was dominating her, mastering her, and she loved it.

His mouth left hers and she gasped for breath as he sucked first one nipple into his mouth, then the other. She arched her back. When had her breasts ever been this sensitive?

Pressure was building in her groin.

He twisted his hips again and the tension against her clit increased.

Her entire body shuddered. “Please, Rusty. Harder. I need…” He sank his fangs into her and her entire body exploded.

Stars sparkled and whirled. Then, darkness claimed her.

“Amber. Amber, love, talk to me. I’m sorry. I’ll never do it again.” She dragged her eyes open and smiled into his worried face. “You never do that again and I will pull your fangs.” Then she sighed and stretched. Her body ached in all the right places. And that irritating itch on her neck was finally gone.

Rusty’s chuckle pulled her attention back to him. “Well, ho…”

“If you call me honey…”

He grinned. “Sweetheart. I promise to do this lots more.” A small frowned creased his brow. “I didn’t hurt you?” He traced a gentle finger along the side of her neck and down onto her shoulder.

She reached up and probed gently. A scab was already forming.

Rusty lifted her hand and kissed her palm. “I think there must be something in my saliva that heals it.

The scab will be gone by morning and there won’t be a scar.” Amber looked up into Rusty’s face and a feeling of contentment such as she’d never experienced blossomed inside of her. She smiled. “I think I could fall in love with you.” The surprise on his face was easy to read. “Are you sure?” She pushed herself up to a sitting position. “That’s the one thing I am sure about. Now don’t you have something to say to me?”

He grinned. “Nice night?”

When her fist connected with his stomach, pain shot up her arm. “Ouch, damn it.” Laughing, he pulled her off the car and into his arms. After a long tender kiss, he cupped her face in his hands. “I definitely love you, Amber Blake.” He kissed her again. “That cat, though…” Amber wrapped her arms around his chest and hugged him. “Sorry, we’re a package deal. You don’t get one without the other.”

He kissed her forehead. “I was afraid of that.”

A cool breeze meandered between the parked cars and caressed Amber’s bare ass.

She shivered.

Rusty chuckled. “You aren’t exactly dressed to be wandering around a parking lot.” Her hand slid down his stomach.

His cock rose to meet it.

Amber grinned and caressed the head. "Whose fault is that?” She sank to her knees and kissed the head of his cock. “Doesn’t take long for a vampire to get a second hard-on.”

He buried his fingers in her hair. “Sweetheart, I’ve been semi-hard ever since I saw that cute ass of yours in those sopping wet jeans.”

Her answer was to suck his cock into her mouth.

As Amber rolled her tongue at the base of the head, Rusty groaned. “That’s it, baby. Suck me deep.” She complied, alternately sucking, nibbling and lapping on his cock.

He tightened his fingers on her head and thrust his hips.

She opened her throat and swallowed him deeper. “Hmmmmmmmm.” Rusty groaned and his fangs began to ache all over again.

She raked her teeth along his cock as he pulled it out of her mouth.

“Fuck.” Lifting her, he turned her and pushed her down on the hood of the car. He slid a knee between hers. "Spread your legs, Amber. I’m going to ride you until you scream.” Elbows bent, her arms braced against the car, she lifted her ass further into the air. “Yes, Rusty, yes.” Slipping his hand between her legs, he fondled and probed. “Wet. So wet.” Grabbing her hips, he steadied her. Slowly he entered her, watching his cock as it disappeared inside her body.

“Ohhhh, yes. Deeper, Rusty. You’re so hard. Deeper.”

He complied, bucking against her ass, shoving himself into her as deeply as he could.

When he pulled out, she thrust her ass back against him.

“Fuck. You have me so hot, I’m ready to come. I ache, Amber. I ache all over for you.”

“Yes, come, Rusty. Come inside me—hot and hard.”

“Christ, Amber. How did I ever live without you?” Reaching around her waist, he pinched her clit.

She moaned and bucked harder.

He pinched it again, then rolled the pad of his finger against it.

She sobbed.

“Are you ready to come, love? I need you to come.” He leaned over her back and nipped the back of her neck.

Fiery heat rolled and swirled in Amber’s stomach and groin. She rubbed her aching nipples against the cold metal beneath them and shivered.

Rusty pinched her clit again and she shuddered.

He rubbed harder and nipped her neck.

“Come for me, love. Come for me.”

Every muscle in her body clenched and froze for what seemed like an eternity. Then, the final thrust of Rusty’s cock into her body and the sharp pleasure-pain of his fangs entering her shoulder released the heat dammed in her body. If he hadn’t clapped his hand over her mouth, her scream would have brought every patron in the bar running to see what happened.

He collapsed on top of her, both of them panting with satisfaction.

“Well, it looks as if my latest creation managed to teach itself a few things.” Chapter Seventeen

In the blink of an eye, Rusty was up on his feet with Amber shoved behind him.

“What the hell do you want?” Never taking his eyes off the other man, he stuffed his cock in his jeans, pulled up his zipper and snapped the snap.

Amber peeked out from under his arm.

The man that faced them was everything she’d ever read a vampire should be. Tall, broad-shouldered and impeccably dressed, he looked like a dark angel. His black hair was combed back from his forehead and fell behind his ears to just brush his collar. Well-formed black eyebrows slashed the paleness of his skin above equally dark eyes that glittered with hostility. His lips were parted in a cruel smile and his white teeth gleamed in the faint light from the neon signs in the bar’s windows.

As Amber watched, his fangs erupted. She shivered.

His voice was full of superiority and arrogance. “Move aside, fool. She’s mine now.” Rusty didn’t move. “Touch her and I’ll rip your balls completely off this time.” A hiss slipped from between the other man’s lips. “Claude, come here.” A second, shorter vampire joined the first. He hesitated then moved a few steps to his master’s left.

“You can’t fight the two of us,” the first vampire sneered.

Rusty flexed his arms and hands. “Won’t be the first time I was outnumbered in a fight. Won most of them too.” He nodded toward the shorter vampire. “That Claude fella doesn’t look too sure of himself.” He cocked his head to the side and stared into the taller vampire’s face. “What the hell is your name anyway?”

Cruel fangs flashed as he laughed. “Vincent. Vincent Stephen Moreau, your sire and master.” Rusty snorted and crossed his arms over his chest. “Like hell. Ain’t no man my master.” Curling his lip, Vincent sneered. “You uneducated, backwoods fool. Do you honestly think you can defeat me? I’m three hundred years old and have killed far more humans and vampires than you can imagine.”

Rusty shrugged. “So?”

Behind him, Amber shivered. Vincent was exactly what she’d pictured a vampire to be—tall, dark, masterful…dangerous.

Thank God, Rusty wasn’t anything like him. She’d have been dead that first day in her house. But Rusty was going to need some help. He may have beaten Vincent before but he couldn’t fight both him and Claude. Slowly she edged away from Rusty. The pick-up truck parked next to them had a broom sticking out the back of it. A stake in the heart would stop any vampire, including Vincent.

Vincent chuckled. “Yes, run, little bird. I do so love the chase.” Little bird? Boy, this Vincent guy was a real asshole.

Before Amber reached the truck, Vincent moved.

So did Rusty.

He tackled the older man to the ground before he could reach her.

As Amber grabbed the broomstick, a heavy hand fell on her shoulder. Jerking the broom sideways, she almost cheered when she heard a sharp crack. Spinning around, she faced Claude with the broken broomstick in her hand, the sharp, broken end pointed toward him.

Claude looked at it, then at her. Holding up his hands, he backed away.

“Smart vamp,” she mumbled. Not turning her back to him, she edged her way back toward Rusty.

Vincent may have been a few hundred years older but Rusty knew how to fight dirty better. No matter how the older man twisted, turned and attacked, Rusty was always waiting for him.

Blood dripped from cuts on both men.

“There’s more to you than I thought, bumpkin,” Vincent growled as he licked blood from the back of his hand.

“That’s the trouble with arrogant, overconfident men such as yourself. You tend to underestimate everyone else.” Rusty shifted to the left.

“No more than uneducated fools like to believe they can out-think men like me.” Vincent feinted left then leaped to the right. Straight toward Amber.

As he reached her, she pulled the broomstick from behind her back.

He impaled himself on it.

She twisted the stick and attempted to push it in further. “Rusty’s been to college and I’ve got an MBA, asshole.”