together…spend the night in each other’s arms.
Luke started jerking, his body on the edge of release, and so was Amy. She felt him stiffen, moaning in that way that sent her over the edge every time.
And then he thrust hard and fast, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with that heat she loved. Her body took off on its own, desire and passion and lust all spiraling upward together, her back arching, her hands tearing at the sheets. There was a peak, a place where she lost sight of this world and glimpsed something else and then she was coming back, the feel of Luke holding her, hearing his soft chuckle.
“Holy shit, Amy, you go off somewhere pretty far away. You say things I don’t understand, but it’s sure fun watching you.” He kissed her hard.
“You’re the one that sends me there, Luke. I thank you, every time.”
He rolled away from her, a sun-tanned arm across his face. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”
Amy knew she had a few minutes before he’d want to be getting her back down to the bar. And she needed to make her move.
Gently she leaned over, licking his neck, feeling his pulse beneath her tongue. It was strong and steady, and she could smell his blood, the sweetness, the scent of life so very strong.
She was quick; always was with Luke. He didn’t feel a thing and she drank quickly, careful not to take too much, careful not to drool or dribble. When she was done, full and sated in more ways than one, she lay back quietly on the bed.
Luke started, pulling his arm away from his face. “Sorry, darling. Must have drifted off there for a minute.”
He sat up, looking down at her. “You’re so beautiful. I could really just stay here and look at you…but you have a bar to run and I’ve got places to be.”
“Are you staying for a drink?”
“I’ve got a run to make into Arizona tomorrow, need to get to bed at a fairly decent time tonight. I might have one beer. But that’s it…kick my sorry ass out of here if I ask for a second, okay?”
Despite herself, she felt her heart sink. Luke knew she bedded other guys, said he didn’t have a problem with that. He was married after all, so he figured they were even on that score. But she still missed him when he was gone.
Luke had gotten dressed and he held out his hand for Amy. She took it, sliding off the bed. “You best be putting some clothes on, Amy. Can’t go downstairs like that. Although...it might be good for business.”
He picked up her ruined blouse. “Oh, um…sorry about this. I’ll buy you something pretty in Arizona. Something that sets off that pale skin of yours.” He bent to kiss her, cupping her ass as he did.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” And he was gone.
Amy pulled out fresh panties and a new blouse, sliding her jeans up over her hips. A session with Luke always made her a bit sad. She knew it was the best she could get, both the fantastic sex and the blood, but it tore at her heart a little knowing he had a life…and a wife…that would probably never include her.
Luke was sitting in his place, nursing his beer, the shot glass upside down on the bar. He nodded at her, his lips curling into a knowing grin. She grabbed her apron, tying it low on her hips.
“You got everything you need, Luke?” She leaned on the bar, gazing into his eyes.
“Everything I need is right here.” He tipped his beer back, watching her. “Nice blouse. Your other one have an…accident?”
She laughed at him, then went off to see to tend to other customers. It had been a hot day, and as predicted, the bar was filling up. They’d grown accustom to her eccentric hours; dusk to dawn most nights, closed during the full moon. On those nights, temptation was too great, her appetites too great. She just locked herself away, giving Pete the time off too.
It wasn’t long before Luke caught her eye, waving her down to the end of the bar.
“I’ll be back in a couple days, Amy. You be a good girl while I’m gone.” He winked
Luke started jerking, his body on the edge of release, and so was Amy. She felt him stiffen, moaning in that way that sent her over the edge every time.
And then he thrust hard and fast, his cock pulsing inside her, filling her with that heat she loved. Her body took off on its own, desire and passion and lust all spiraling upward together, her back arching, her hands tearing at the sheets. There was a peak, a place where she lost sight of this world and glimpsed something else and then she was coming back, the feel of Luke holding her, hearing his soft chuckle.
“Holy shit, Amy, you go off somewhere pretty far away. You say things I don’t understand, but it’s sure fun watching you.” He kissed her hard.
“You’re the one that sends me there, Luke. I thank you, every time.”
He rolled away from her, a sun-tanned arm across his face. “You’re welcome. Anytime.”
Amy knew she had a few minutes before he’d want to be getting her back down to the bar. And she needed to make her move.
Gently she leaned over, licking his neck, feeling his pulse beneath her tongue. It was strong and steady, and she could smell his blood, the sweetness, the scent of life so very strong.
She was quick; always was with Luke. He didn’t feel a thing and she drank quickly, careful not to take too much, careful not to drool or dribble. When she was done, full and sated in more ways than one, she lay back quietly on the bed.
Luke started, pulling his arm away from his face. “Sorry, darling. Must have drifted off there for a minute.”
He sat up, looking down at her. “You’re so beautiful. I could really just stay here and look at you…but you have a bar to run and I’ve got places to be.”
“Are you staying for a drink?”
“I’ve got a run to make into Arizona tomorrow, need to get to bed at a fairly decent time tonight. I might have one beer. But that’s it…kick my sorry ass out of here if I ask for a second, okay?”
Despite herself, she felt her heart sink. Luke knew she bedded other guys, said he didn’t have a problem with that. He was married after all, so he figured they were even on that score. But she still missed him when he was gone.
Luke had gotten dressed and he held out his hand for Amy. She took it, sliding off the bed. “You best be putting some clothes on, Amy. Can’t go downstairs like that. Although...it might be good for business.”
He picked up her ruined blouse. “Oh, um…sorry about this. I’ll buy you something pretty in Arizona. Something that sets off that pale skin of yours.” He bent to kiss her, cupping her ass as he did.
“I’ll see you downstairs.” And he was gone.
Amy pulled out fresh panties and a new blouse, sliding her jeans up over her hips. A session with Luke always made her a bit sad. She knew it was the best she could get, both the fantastic sex and the blood, but it tore at her heart a little knowing he had a life…and a wife…that would probably never include her.
Luke was sitting in his place, nursing his beer, the shot glass upside down on the bar. He nodded at her, his lips curling into a knowing grin. She grabbed her apron, tying it low on her hips.
“You got everything you need, Luke?” She leaned on the bar, gazing into his eyes.
“Everything I need is right here.” He tipped his beer back, watching her. “Nice blouse. Your other one have an…accident?”
She laughed at him, then went off to see to tend to other customers. It had been a hot day, and as predicted, the bar was filling up. They’d grown accustom to her eccentric hours; dusk to dawn most nights, closed during the full moon. On those nights, temptation was too great, her appetites too great. She just locked herself away, giving Pete the time off too.
It wasn’t long before Luke caught her eye, waving her down to the end of the bar.
“I’ll be back in a couple days, Amy. You be a good girl while I’m gone.” He winked
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