Stephen nodded. “Took a
break. It’s been a pisser tonight and Goodwin’s on a rant.” He
finished pouring the instant margarita into a salted glass. “But I’d
appreciate it if you told him I need the help. I hate dollar ‘rita
nights. Damned lushes.”
Gypsy groaned. Their boss
Trevor Goodwin lived to cause trouble. “I’ll see if I can find him.”
Truth be told, she wanted to get the hell out of the club, too.
Compared to the roar in
the main room, the kitchen was deathly silent. She waved to the lone
cook, Billy, as she strolled through the kitchen. “Allan?”
“Back door,” Billy replied
and dropped another batch of fried food into the crackling oil.
As she reached the back of
the club, muffled sounds from the break room snagged her attention.
What the hell? Not another pair of club kids fucking off the effects
of E. Damn it. College kids always managed to find the one unlocked
She twisted the knob, but
it didn’t give way. No dice. Great. She jerked the knob a little
harder. This time the door snicked open. Score. She drew in a long
breath, ready to scream at whoever was on the other side…and maybe
get a quick blood fix.
Buttery yellow light shone
through the slit in the doorway. The sounds grew louder. She giggled
quietly and gave up on the thought of yelling at the participants.
Whoever the guy was, he was groaning a lot. Gypsy hesitated. If it
was her having sex, she wouldn’t want to be interrupted.
“Fuck, babe. Right there.”
Gypsy’s eyes widened. She
knew that voice.
Her heart pounded. She
liked Allan and not just in the usual platonic fashion. He’s mine
and Todd’s. Whoever was fucking with Allan had to answer to her.
Fuck it. She shoved the door open.
“Get off my…”Her breath
clogged in her throat.
Instead of some nameless
female lying beneath Allan, Allan was kneeling on the couch with
Todd behind him. Her jaw dropped. Allan arched his back and gripped
the back of the couch with white-knuckled hands. Todd grasped
Allan’s hips, thumping against Allan’s ass. Neither man had noticed
her presence. Allan trembled and panted. Todd swatted Allan’s butt
in time with each push into his lover’s body.
“You like that?”
Gypsy leaned on the
doorframe. She’d never seen something so sexy in her entire life…or
undead life. The men moved in perfect time, totally caught up in
their attraction for each other. She smoothed one hand up her belly
to the bottom of her breast. Cream coated her thong and she pressed
her thighs together. She pinched her nipple through the satin of her
bodice. A cry erupted in her throat but she kept her mouth closed.
No way she’d interrupt them now. She slipped one hand into her skirt
and massaged her fingers between her pussy lips. Damn, it felt good.
“God damn. Bite me.” Allan
yanked Todd’s arm, pulling him down onto him. “Do it.”
Todd bared his fangs and
growled. The sound shimmered up and down Gypsy’s spine. He sank his
teeth into the soft spot between Allan’s neck and shoulder.
“Oh, wow,”Gypsy groaned,
then caught herself. Triple shit. They weren’t supposed to have
heard her getting off on watching them. But, hell—the bloodlust
reared its ugly head. She needed to feed.
Both men turned to look at
her. The colour drained from Allan’s face. Todd loosened his grip on
Allan’s shoulder and moved his hands in front of Allan’s cock. “We
didn’t know you were here.”