Runs in the Blood, Chapter Ninety-seven

Chapter Ninety-seven

He arrived back at the RV a half hour before dawn. It had been a tiring night emotionally, but one punctuated with small and not so small joys. They had arrived at the hospital only to be told that Chris had woken up. The boy looked confused and scared, but that he was awake and alert was a good sign, they had been told. John was still in a lot of pain, physically and spiritually. And although he hated to do so, he had left Bryn at the hospital with their son, forced to go feed instead of staying by and supporting her.
It had taken him a while to find his prey. Every time he started stalking, it seemed that the police would drive by, or he would be noticed. It had taken several hours to find the mugger who attacked him, and five minutes to drain him dry. Now back at their temporary home, he smiled when he saw Bryn sitting on the stairs, waiting for him.
She gave him a small smile in return, getting to her feet. She was still wearing the butter-yellow polo shirtdress she'd had on earlier, but her feet were bare and her hair was loose from the clip she'd worn. Instead of looking elated, as she had when she heard Chris was awake, she looked tired and another undefined emotion...something a bit saddened, and at the same time a bit relieved. "Hi sugar. It was getting late. I was wondering whether or not I should go look for you."
"I'm sorry my dear," he said, stepping close to kiss her forehead. "It took me longer than I expected. I should have called and let you know." He then kissed her lips. "I'm sorry I had to leave you at the hospital. How are you holding up, Bryn?" He wished he could take away the sadness in her eyes. Ease the pain she was feeling. Shoulder the burden for her.
She backed up a step, making them the same height, then wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. "I'm okay, I just got a little depressed for a while. I was so happy that Chris was awake and alert...but he doesn't know what's happening, and sooner or later he's going to wonder where his mommy is. He probably already does, he just can't say it with all of the tubes they have him hooked up to." She shivered lightly in the cool night air, but didn't move towards the heat. "It made me think about Max, and how I hope he never has to ask that question."
He stepped forward to pull her close again. "If I have any say about it, he never will." He nuzzled her hair. "Nothing is going to happen to you, Bryn. I won't let it." He gently cradled the back of her head. "We are going to be together for all time. Face it Bryn," he said with a slight grin, trying to lighten her mood. "You're stuck with me."
Her lips curved and she wrapped her fingers into his shirt, holding on. "I'm not complaining at all." Pushing up on the balls of her feet, she kissed his lips firmly. "I grabbed us some of the pie Mom made. You want to go curl up in bed, eat some pie, and maybe watch a little TV?"
"Sounds good, my dear." He followed Bryn into the motorhome, making sure the makeshift blinds were in place. Walking over to the cradle, he looked down at Max, who was sleeping the sleep of the innocent. He gently caressed Max's back. "Has he been fed my dear?"
She nodded, removing the plastic wrap from the plates. When she was done, she showed him the Band-Aid on her finger. "Two-course meal." Looking at the thick fruit layer of the pie, she said, "Do you want yours heated? It's Cherry-apple-blueberry." He arched an eyebrow at the unusual combination, but it looked good. "All right. Heated sounds good." Opening the microwave, she put the plates in and set the timer. "I bet you never in your wildest dreams imagined that one day you'd be standing in a RV, eating pie, and talking about breast-feeding."
"No," Anton agreed. "And I bet you never thought you'd be standing in an RV, eating pie, and talking about bloodletting." Standing up, he caught her around her waist and pulled her close. "And you know what? I don't want to be anywhere else. Not if it means that I won't be with you." He kissed her, hands sliding down to cup her ass, realizing that his fingers reached beyond the hem of the dress she was wearing.
She squirmed against him, feeling his finger brush bare skin, wondering just when he'd realize that she wasn't wearing a thong, bikinis, or any other kind of underwear. She would've thought he'd notice she wasn't wear a bra first... Kissing him back passionately, sucking on his tongue, she slid her hands over his chest, lightly scratching at him through the material. She didn't even hear the microwave buzzer when it sounded.
He glanced up to make sure the microwave had shut down before resuming kissing her. All too aware of the fact that she was braless he started to pull her back towards the bed. Grabbing her hips, he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling her into his lap. Not giving her a chance to react, he started pulling her dress over her head, eyes widening when he saw that she wasn't wearing a stitch beneath it. Intoxicated and excited, he immediately twisted to push her down on the bed, crawling on top of her.
Bryn whimpered, his hard cock insistently push against her thigh. She captured his mouth again, the sucking sounds of their kisses making her quiver in anticipation. Hastily grabbing the hem of his black t-shirt, she tugged it up his torso and waited for him to lift his arms before pulling it off all the way. As he settled on top of her once more, flattening her breasts against his chest, she moaned at the feel of his smooth skin against hers. "Oh...God. You're so hard already."
He stroked her hair, letting his body settle more firmly between her legs. "You're always able to do this to me, Bryn." He shifted to one hip so he could undo his jeans and ease a little of the pressure. He inhaled deeply. "And you're so wet already. I can smell it." He claimed her mouth again, kissing her ferociously. One hand cupped her breast, rolling her nipple against his palm.
Bryn bit her lip, pressing herself into his hand and spreading her legs a bit wider. She felt dirty when she got this wet, and that thought only made her wetter. Her clit was erect and excited, quivering even from the close proximity of his hand. "All you have to do is breathe and I get wet. Sometimes, when I know you're on your way home from work, I have to change my underwear because they're soaked."
Anton slowly rubbed her pubic hair, teasing himself as much as her. "And why do you bother putting more on, Bryn?" he asked, half seriously. "You know I'm just going to take them off you when I get home." He slipped his fingers between the lips of her sex, finding her clit and lightly stroking it. "Save us both some time," he whispered before kissing her again.
She surged into his kiss, seeking out his tongue and sucking it into her mouth. Her thighs trembled with each stroke over her clit, and she began subtly rocking her hips to enjoy his touch on every side. "I'll never do it again," she said, panting, when their kiss finally broke. "I'll just strip out of everything and wait for you naked." Grinning devilishly, she reached down to tug on the zipper of his jeans.
"I can live with that." He held still, waiting for her to pull his clothing off of him. But instead, she slipped her hand inside his fly and began stroking him. "Mmmmm," he moaned, thrusting into her hand. His finger moved a little more rapidly. "You do too much of this and I'm going to make a mess in my jeans."
"Guess I'd better stop then, 'cause I definitely want you in me when you cum." She leaned closer to kiss him, pulling her hand out of his pants to unfasten the button at the top. Tugging him closer, she started to drag his jeans and boxers down his legs. Letting out a soft moan as his superheated cock rubbed against her thigh. She instinctively lifted her hips, even though he wasn't yet close to entering her. "I've been wanting you all day. Every time you touched me, even just to put your hand on my back, I thought about taking you in to some dark corner and having my way with you." She smiled at him, then licked her lips. "I want you really deep inside me, sugar. Like we did before. But I want you facing me this time."
"I think that can be arranged, my dear." He put his hands on her hips, forcing them back to the bed. "But not quite yet," he murmured. He kissed Bryn's body, lapping at her nipple and belly button as he crawled down to settle between her legs. "Or I should say, not quite the way you meant at first." Anton nudged her legs wider apart and leaned down and inhaled. "You smell wonderful, Bryn." Ducking his head further, he licked a broad stripe up her sex. "Taste wonderful too." Circling her clit with his tongue, he then stabbed deep inside of her.
"Uhhh!" Despite his having pushing her hips down earlier, she immediately lifted them again, tilting and rolling her hips, thighs flexing, unable to keep still. She grasped the pillow under her head, then the bed frame, trying to keep from clenching her fingers in his hair instead. If she had, he surely wouldn't have any hair left. "Mmm...oh yeah, right there." She gasped as he used his thumbs to open her further, intensifying his touches.
He continued to drive his tongue in and out of her. Keeping her spread, he moved one thumb to rub against her clit. He wasn't able to keep his hips still any longer and began rubbing himself against the sheets. He curled his tongue inside her, trying to find that one spot that always made her scream.
She couldn't find a breath. Mouth open and neck arched, she gasped, a giant scream trapped in her throat. And when she finally reached her climax, she had to bite her lip to keep from waking Max. Shuddering heavily, she gripped the bed frame tightly and enjoyed the waves of pleasure he'd given her.
He continued to lap at her, enjoying the feeling of her spasms around his tongue. Once she was sagging against the mattress he pulled out and climbed back up her body, again placing random kisses. Making sure her legs were still wide apart, he pressed his cock to her entrance. Slowly he pushed into her, inching into her heat and wetness, letting out a long moan.
Bryn shuddered again, lazily wrapping her arms and legs around him. She felt weak, sapped of energy, and held him close to her as he subtly pushed himself in deeper. Her toes curled with pleasure when he'd gotten as tight against her as he could. Pressing her face against his neck, she gently squeezed her arms around him. "This is just what I wanted, sugar," she whispered. "What I've been thinking about all day. I wish we could stay here for days."
"So do I, Bryn," he whispered. "I don't ever want to move." But his hips started moving even as his words left his mouth. He closed his eyes as she tightened around his cock. He forced himself to slow down. It would take very little to make him cum, and he wanted to watch her writhe beneath him again.
Panting softly, she moved with him. All the while watching his face, holding his gaze, and letting her emotions consume her. It wasn't so much the sex she'd wanted all day...although that was certainly part of it. Most importantly, she needed to be held, adored, and to get as close to him as she could. [Without surgical attachment,] she thought, smiling. Yet even that had a certain morbid appeal. Reaching up to stroke his face, she said, "I love you."
"I love you too." She was so beautiful. But when she smiled, she was absolutely devastating. He leaned down to kiss her, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He slipped his hand between their bodies and began rubbing her clit again, wanting to watch her smile grow wider. Wanting to watch her glow.
She kissed him back eagerly, moaning with each hard thrust. He seemed to be scooting her up the bed and she loved it, needed to feel his hips slamming into her. His fingers moved deftly over her swollen clit, sending shudders through her pelvis, and she gasped as she grew closer to orgasm, lifting her hips to meet his. "Ohh...Anton, harder, please? I need more..."
Her words made his cock swell even more. His touch grew firmer and faster as he slammed into her again and again. He watched in wide eyed amazement as she began to whine and clamp down on his cock. He'd never get tired of watching her cum. Giving into the sensations he let go and flooded her sex.
She whined even louder when she felt him start to cum, and squeezed tighter around him, pulling, greedily taking everything he had to offer. Squeezing his ass, she kept him pulled tightly against her. Hoping to keep him right where he was. His groan was so sexy and exciting she wished she'd gotten it on tape. Even listening to him cum got her excited...and when mixed with the hard slapping sound of his hips against her thighs, it was enough to make her orgasmic. "God, sugar...I bet you could make me cum without ever touching me. I love the sounds you make when we make love."
"Mmmm...that is something we'll have to try, my dear." He nuzzled Bryn's cheek and neck, staying buried inside of her sex. He lifted up on his elbows though, so he could look at her eyes. "I love you so much, Bryn. I don't know what I would do without you."
"You won't ever have to find out," she said, smiling. Moving her hands to his chest, she gently stroked his collarbones with her fingertips. "Do you know that after Santa Cruz, I used to hug my pillow at night? I tried to imagine that you were with me, and you were holding me. It got so that I couldn't sleep without my arms around something. It felt so natural when we started sleeping together, but much better because I was held in return." Her eyes misted up with those last few words, her face becoming hot. "I never thought anything could feel that good."
He gently stroked the side of her face. "It felt natural to me too, Bryn. Not because I had done it before. Because it was you I was holding." He gently kissed her lips. "Nothing ever feels as wonderful as when I'm in your arms. Everything feels right then, no matter what is going on."
At that moment, a going on happened. Anton practically could feel the air pressure change as Max drew in a deep breath and then let out a loud cry. "Sounds like someone needs their diaper changed," Anton said. "No," he said when Bryn started to move beneath him. "I'll take care of it." Reluctantly, he pulled away from her and climbed off the bed.
She watched him go, resisting the urge to reach out and pull him back to her. Instead, she grabbed a tissue and wiped away the moisture on her thighs, then walked towards the door, saying, "Sugar, I'm going to go use the bathroom and then reheat that pie." "Okay, my dear." She let out a small giggle just before leaving the room. "I never thought I'd be walking around naked in my parents' RV. I keep worrying that one of them is going to walk through the door...which, ironically, brings out a rebellious impulse in me. Sometime before we leave here, I think we need to have sex in the captain's chair. I'd love having the knowledge that we were the ones to Christen his precious motor home."
Anton laughed, almost spilling the bottle of baby powder he was holding. He almost made a rejoinder about maybe they weren't the first, but it died on his lips as he thought about what he and Steven had talked about earlier in the evening. Also Bryn did not need that mental image. And to be honest, neither did she.
Removing Max's diaper, he winced at the smell. "What did you have for dinner, Max, that could produce such a big smell?" Max merely cooed at Anton, happy to be the center of attention. "I thought so," Anton said, continuing their one sided conversation. "You probably sneaked half that pie when Mommy wasn't looking."
Bryn shook her head, closing the bathroom door behind her. As soon as she was done in the closet-sized space, she went to the kitchen area to wash her hands. She could still hear Anton talking to Max and smiled to herself. After restarting the microwave, she walked back to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. She had to blink a few times to clear her vision, and wondered when the last time she'd eaten was. The rapid motion had left her feeling a bit dizzy. Deciding to settle down on her back, she said, "I know it's still two months away, but is there anything special you want for your birthday this year?"
Anton frowned thoughtfully as he fastened Max's fresh diaper. "I can't say that there is anything, my dear. I already have what I wanted." He lifted Max onto his shoulder and walked over to the bed. "A beautiful wife and a healthy child." He placed an arm around Bryn and pulled her close to his side. "What more could I ask for?"

Leaning against a lightpost, Nate quietly watched people walking up and down the street. It was just past one in the morning, when partiers would be leaving the bars so they would get up in time for work the next day. A few college students passed, talking entirely too loud, and obviously drunk. One of the girls looked as if she might pass out, but was held up by the guy walking next to her. Nate didn't like to think about what might happen to her before the night was over.
Glancing across the street, he discreetly watched--but tried to make eye contact with--Lindy. He thought she was probably too busy to notice him anyway. Tonight was her first time hunting humans since her first kill, and he knew she had to be very nervous. But she looked hot in that tight blue dress, and he knew she wouldn't have any trouble attracting the right man's attention. Once she'd lured him into a nearby alleyway, Nate would make his way over to the entrance, carefully looking out for witnesses, and also watching her back. A well-traveled city road wasn't the best idea for a kill...but sometimes the most public places were also the least likely to cause suspicion.
Lindy for her part was trying to look like she was drunk, waiting for her friends to show up, or perhaps even left behind by them. Looking vulnerable and helpless and out of it. In other words, a victim waiting to happen. She tried not to glance too often at her husband, to give away the fact that there was someone watching over her.
Just as she tried not to notice the man staring at her from near the exit to the bar. He had been eyeing her for the last five minutes, but he hadn't made a move towards her. She wasn't certain if he was a good Samaritan trying to watch out for her, or perhaps this evening's meal.
Kneeling down to tie his shoe, Nate was better able to watch the man out of the corner of his eye without being detected. Unlike Lindy, Nate was trying to appear as if he was waiting for the bus. He periodically checked his watch, pulled his coat tighter around him, and grumble to himself as people walked by. It wasn't really hard to fake--he was getting cold and somewhat annoyed. They'd been out there for a long time. Yet he couldn't suggest they move up the street without breaking their cover.
At that point the man made his move. He started to walk indirectly towards her, but never really took his eyes off of her. Lindy continued to try to look blank and befuddled until the man 'accidentally' brushed against her. She exaggerated her wobble slightly.
"Sorry," the man said. "Are you out here waiting for someone?"
"Yeah," Lindy said, trying to make her voice sound slurred. "M' friendsh. They're shupposed to be meeting me here."
"Were they in the club?" The man shook his head when she nodded. "They just chased the last people out five minutes ago. I think your friends are long gone. Why don't you let me take you home?" Lindy appeared to think about it for a moment, and then nodded. "Great, my car's this way," he said, gesturing back towards the alley.
Nate bit his tongue hard, willing himself to relax even as his fangs were threatening to extend. He watched the man leading her away, his hand on her back. He wanted to race over then and there, to rip the guy away from her and slaughter him where he stood. But this was for her, and she could do this on her own. Waiting for the count of sixty, he then casually made his way across the street. He stepped to the entrance to the alley, slipping into the shadows. Keeping an ear on the road, he watched Lindy through the gloom. Grateful that the stranger didn't have their superior night vision.
His hand on the small of her back, Lindy allowed herself to be guided back into the darkness, aware that Nate was following. Her prey could still be good intentioned, but she didn't think so when she saw that there was no car in the alley. Still playing the role of a drunk woman, she blinked in surprise at her escort, who gave her a slightly predatory smile. "I was thinking we could have some fun before I took you home," he said, the hand on her sliding down to cup her ass."
"Yeah," Lindy said. "We could." Watching him lean forward to kiss her, she waited until he was too close and then unleashed the hunger that had been building in her all night. Her fangs and eyes gleamed in the dim light of the alley. The man gave a surprised cry that was choked off as her fangs sank into his neck. Ignoring his struggles, she started to feed.
Nate saw her eyes flame and felt a rush of excitement. Part of him had worried she might change her mind at the last minute, and decide she couldn't do it. But as she grabbed the man and fed, Nate wanted to cheer. [That's it, baby! Drink your fill.] It was amazingly erotic to watch her overpower the stranger and drink from him like a fountain. So much so that his jeans were becoming unbearably tight. But there was nothing he could do about it now. He wouldn't take her in a dirty alley, as much as the urge persisted. She deserved better; after overcoming her fear, guilt, and disgust, she deserved to be treated like a queen.
Before him stood the vampire he'd created, the woman he loved more than anyone in the world. She was intelligent, strong, a fighter and survivor. Someone that undoubtedly deserved her eternal life. And he'd never been more full of pride.
Eyes closed, knowing that Nate was watching out for her, Lindy sucked like a newborn nursing. The only thing she could think of to describe her mood was content. She felt the man's death rattle, but she didn't stop drinking until she was sated. Her eyes opened, looking at Nate luminously, and she let the body fall to the ground.
She was a vision standing there, a tiny trickle of blood staining the corner of her mouth. Her hair was ghostly white in the moonlight, casting an almost ethereal glow. Eyes still shining like frosted sapphires, adrenaline making her pulse race and giving an almost blushed appearance to her cheeks. So beautiful, and Nate entirely forgot about guarding the entrance as he walked determinedly to where she stood, crushed her against his chest, and kissed her hungrily. Letting out a groan of approval as she eagerly responded, nearly knocking him off his feet with her intensity.
Her tongue surged into his mouth as her hand squeezed his ass. She didn't know if it was from the hormones in the blood she just drank, or from the act of feeding itself, but she felt incredibly horny. She backed against the wall, ignoring the scrape of concrete against her back and pulled Nate with her, pinning herself between an immovable object and an irresistible force.
He could feel his own breath rebounding from her face, the fast exhalations hot against his night-chilled skin. Feasting hungrily on her tongue, he sucked away every trace of succulent flavor remaining from the blood. Unable to get enough. His lips trailed across her cheek, sucking on her jaw bone, then down further still, lapping at her neck, teasing himself with the vibrant pounding of her pulse, before biting into her vein and sucking contentedly. His hips rocked continuously against hers, a subtle yet unmistakable reminder of his need.
She let out a soft moan and sigh. Her hips rocked back against him. One leg came up to wrap around his waist, to pull him tighter against him. She was seriously debating hiking up her skirt, unzipping his fly, and taking him then and there. Instead she cradled his head in her hand, letting Nate drink his fill.
He only took a small amount before retracting his fangs and licking the healing wound. Pulling back slightly, he met her gaze. "Let's get out of here."
Lindy nodded as he grabbed her hand, but didn't follow until she kissed him thoroughly once again. Panting harshly, he stumbled back a step before walking double-time towards the street. By the time they were on the sidewalk, they were running, hand-in-hand, back to the car. He flipped the alarm and opened the locks with his electronic key, quickly climbing behind the wheel. She attacked him almost as soon as her door was closed, kissing and sucking at his lips, seriously impeding his attempts to get the key in the ignition. The Viper started with a roar, screeching out of the parking spot and careening wildly into traffic.
She tried to keep her hands to herself as he drove, thankfully, a short distance to their hotel. Still, she was debating unzipping his slacks and going down on him when he pulled into the parking place. Before she could climb into his lap, he was out of the car and opening her door. She let him pull her towards the elevator. Swiping her keycard over the plate, she pulled him into the elevator and into another frantic embrace.
Completely oblivious to the young mother and little boy who'd also entered the elevator a few seconds later. Shocked and somewhat disgusted, the woman turned her son around to face her. She hurried out the doors with his hand in hers the second she reached her floor, leaving Lindy and Nate alone in the ascending car.
He groaned as she shoved him up against the wall, yanking open the top four buttons of his shirt. Sucking and biting at his exposed skin, she had him shaking like a leaf.
She lapped at his neck, threatening to pierce his skin with her fangs. Not that he was up off by that idea, if the hard on pressed against her thigh was any indication. She rubbed her body against him, impatiently waiting for the doors to open so she could drag her husband back to their room.
Nate was grinning like a fool. This was what he'd always imagined when he thought about Transforming her, this frenzy of lust, need and intense bonding. She was so much like him at that moment that she could've been born of his own rib. His perfect partner, second half, and soul mate...and he couldn't wait to spend all night long showing her just how proud of her he was. Just how much he loved and appreciated her. For once in his life, *everything* felt perfect, as it was meant to be. And nothing would stop him from savoring it while it lasted.
She pulled back from him when the elevator's bell dinged and the doors opened. Holding his hand firmly, she allowed herself to be pulled down the hallway to the room they had rented just in case they couldn't make it home before sun up. With another swipe of the keycard, the door opened and Lindy dragged Nate through it. She kicked at the door to shut it as she shoved her husband against the wall, pulling the rest of his shirt open. Mentally she winced at the sound of a few buttons pinging against the floor, but instead she licked a trail up the center of his chest, tasting bare skin and the flavor that she could only describe as Nate.
He didn't think he had the time to linger, as much as he wanted to. Not this time, at least. He was far too excited, trembling with it, and his hands fumbled to yank down his fly. He batted her hand away as she reached for his crotch, fearing the extra stimulation might end things too quickly. Once his zipper was lowered and jeans unbuttoned, he shoved the restrictive denim away, down his thighs, along with his underwear. Realizing he meant to take her here, against the wall, just inside the door, she quickly pulled up the hem of her skirt until the dress was bunched around her waist. She stood still, with her legs apart, as he reached down and shoved her panties to the side. Grabbing her leg, he pulled it up to his waist, positioned himself, and pushed determinedly inside her.
She threw back her head and hissed as he stretched her wide. She started moving almost before he did, holding onto his shoulders for leverage. Breath coming in harsh gasps, she started to ride him, staring at his mouth the whole time. It almost seemed indecent to her, taking her husband in a frenzy of lust after feeding on a human. And yet as she moved on him, it felt right. More than right, actually. It felt perfect.
He couldn't seem to stop trembling and the goose bumps on his arms had his hair standing on end. His body felt electrified, under the spell of something far more powerful than he could comprehend. Forehead pressed to hers, he moved rhythmically, slow but forceful thrusts, pushing as far inside her as he could. "Love you. Mmm--love you so much, baby. You feel so good. So amazing. Love you, Lindy..."
"Love you so much, Nate," she whispered back. She continued moving on him, squeezing his cock tightly with each down stroke. "Love you so much..." Her breathing sped up and she started trembling. Her hands tightened on his shoulders even more. And she squealed in sudden surprise when Nate spun around, pressing her against the wall.
He began thrusting rapidly, wedged tightly between her legs. Using his body and one arm to hold her up, he slipped his other hand down and rubbed her clit, in time to his thrusts, pulling her along with him towards completion.
She squealed, tossing her head back. The pleasure that had been building between her legs build into a powerful surge she couldn't even begin to control. Her fangs descended and her eyes shone with fire as she bit into Nate's neck as she came.
He howled in surprise and excitement, flooding her even as she drank from his veins. His hips moved erratically, jerking against her, before slowly coming to rest tightly against her. Panting heavily, he closed his eyes and tried to still his spinning vision. He was well aware of cool air chilling his sweat-misted legs and ass, his jeans binding his ankles together, and the door hadn't quite shut. Swallowing heavily, he glanced at the cracked-open door from the corner of his eye, wondering just when Lindy would notice it, and hoping it wouldn't be any time soon. No one could see them, at least. Still the noise they'd made *had* to have been loud enough to hear out in the hall.
Lindy drank from him a moment more and then withdrew her fangs. She leaned her head against Nate's shoulder, drowsy and content. Glancing up, she made a little hmm noise and reached out, shutting the door the rest of the way. Then she put her head back on his shoulder and closed her eyes, giving a small satisfied sigh.
Nate let out a small chuckle, turning his head to kiss the top of hers. Holding on to her tightly, he carefully toed off his shoes and extracted himself from his jeans and underwear. He stumbled for a moment, but quickly regained his balance. Finally free, he walked over to the bed and sat down, tucking her legs close, before settling on to his back. Keeping her held tightly on top of him, he nuzzled her ear and closed his own eyes. Drowsy with satiation. He could've fallen asleep like that.
She let out another contented sigh, snuggling closer to him. Except that the seams of her dress were digging into her back. She squirmed slightly to see if that would ease her discomfort. No luck. "Nate, do you think you could help get this dress the rest of the way off me? It's really bunched uncomfortably."
"Gladly." Reaching up to unzip the dress, he coaxed her to sit up as he helped her pull it up over her head. Once that was done, he unhooked her bra and let it slide off her shoulders. He left her panties on for the moment, not yet willing to pull out of her. Pulling her back on to his chest, he began lazily rubbing her back. "How are you feeling, Lind?"
"Blissful," she said, rubbing her cheek against his pectoral. "Sated, content, almost high." She lifted her head, frowning as she looked into Nate's eyes. "You don't think he could have been on something, do you?"
"He was standing outside a bar, Lindy. He was probably drunk, but who knows what else." He licked his lips, pausing in the middle of stroking her back. "But that wasn't what I meant. You had your second hunt after a very long time. You looked like a pro, but appearances can be deceiving. What are you thinking about it?"
"I haven't really thought about it yet," Lindy said. She folded her arms on his chest, resting her chin on them. "I mean...I'm not feeling guilty about it. I'm just not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, though."
He nodded. "I wonder that same thing every time. I think it's the eternal question we were meant to solve, each on our own. I'm not even sure if there is a correct answer. Or if there is, I've never heard anyone tell it." Glancing over at the phone, he murmured, "Do you want to call your parents and tell them everything went all right? Maybe say hello to Liam?"
Lindy smiled at him. "I was just thinking about doing that. But first, there's something else I want to do." She climbed up his body and placed a sound kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Nathaniel, for being so patient with me. For taking such good care of me. For loving me."
He purred contentedly, pushing up to kiss her more firmly. Gently stroking the hair away from her face. "Right back at you, gorgeous. Thank you, too."

He could feel cool currents of air over his chest. Anton shifted, not quite awake, reaching out to find Bryn. His hand rested on her torso and he gave a contented sigh. One eye lazily cracked open to see Bryn staring at him. "Good evening, my dear."
She smiled softly, her eyes drinking in the sight of his face. She relaxed her bent arm and settled with her head on the pillow, just watching him. Lifting her hand to lightly caress his cheek, she felt a light amount of stubble tickling her fingertips. His hair, which he'd been growing longer, at her request, was silky-soft and she couldn't help but tangle herself up in it. Leaning closer to smell him, drowning in the luxurious scent of his skin. He was warm, almost hot against her bare skin, and she couldn't help but pull him closer. Despite most evenings, this time she didn't have sex on her mind. Only comfort, reassuring herself he was real, lying next to her, this perfect angel of a man.
He gently reached up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her closer for a kiss. He lightly sucked on her lower lip before pulling back. He gave contented sigh, caressing her cheekbone with his thumb. "So how are you feeling, Bryn?"
"Lost," she admitted, quietly. "I...I had a dream, or possibly a memory, that I was lying in a bed and I could hear you whispering sweet things to me. Telling me how beautiful I was, and how much you loved being with me. And you couldn't wait until we were married. It was wonderful, but you weren't in the bed with me. And I realized that I was lying on some sort of pullout bed, on the floor, next to a larger bed...and when I sat up, I saw you." She squeezed her eyes shut, a pained expression on her face. "There you were, talking about the future and how wonderful it would be--but you were in bed with Natasha." She shivered slightly, somewhere between disgust and denial. "I couldn't move. I just had to keep listening. Wishing you were saying those things to me."
He gently took one hand, thumb running over her soft skin. "I wish I could tell you it was just a nightmare, Bryn," he said in a soft voice. "But unfortunately, this one is a memory. I treated you so poorly then, and I didn't even realize it..."
He sighed and continued. "I never meant to hurt you. Natasha always insisted that one of her servants be with her constantly. By that time I think Nathaniel and Lindara were seeing each other, and so it fell to you. I think Natasha realized before I did that you had feelings for me, and got off on you being there. But I was never comfortable with the situation."
"Then why didn't you tell her no?"
Anton rolled on his back, staring up at the ceiling of the motorhome. "My only defense, and it's not a good one, was that I was a lot younger and stupider. And Natasha was the first woman who expressed an interest in me that hadn't heard rumors about what happened to me. You see, back then my self-esteem was so low that I thought if there was any woman at the keep who wanted me, it was out of pity. I knew Natasha wasn't like that. Took me a while longer to realize it was greed that was motivating her, though." He rolled back onto his side. "I tried to make it up to you the moment I realized it wasn't the mistress, but the servant I loved. I am so sorry for what I put you through then, Sabryn, Brinley. Can you possibly forgive me?"
"Anton...I could never hold that against you. You thought she loved you." Pulling him closer, she coaxed him to rest his head on her shoulder and began gently stroking his hair. "This isn't the easiest thing for me to say, but I think you loved her, too. Maybe a lot. Because you were so eager to have her acceptance and love, you gave her everything you had. And she mistreated you horribly. I'm sorry, Anton. That never should've happened to you. You deserve so much to be loved."
She closed her eyes and quietly sniffled, trying to keep her emotions banked. "I just--it's not that I don't forgive you. But I don't understand what happened. Why you thought you were in love with her, instead of m--instead of Brinley."
"It has to do with what the expectations of that age, Bryn. I was the elder son of a Count. The heir to the throne, even if it wasn't likely I'd inherit, given what Ivan and I were. It was expected that I set my sights on the highest ranking noblewoman. Even if my heart was leading elsewhere." He gently stroked her cheek, trying to explain. "It wasn't so much that I loved her, but that I was transferring what I felt for you to her. I won't lie and say that I didn't feel any sexual attraction towards her, but it took me a while to realize that it was your side I wanted to remain near. Shortly after that was when Nathaniel was Transformed, and you know the rest." He took her hand in his. "Even if it hadn't happen, if we hadn't been driven from Novgorod, I would have sought permission to marry you, even with the scandal it would have raised."
She didn't like herself for doing it, but she pulled away from him. Scooting towards the edge of the bed, she sat up and stared at the wall. Seeing things that weren't there, like a filmstrip in her head. Amongst the few remembered moments, blurry seconds of a life lived nearly a millennium before, she thought about her name permanently inked in flowing script across his finger. Focusing there kept her from tears.
"How do I know that, Anton? What if Nathaniel had changed his mind and run off with Lindara? He never would've had that accident. The uprising could've been squelched by his fleeing, and you never would've seen Natasha betray you. What's to say that you would've have married her and she'd be sitting here now instead of me?" She licked her dry lips. "You could've had her name tattooed on your finger. I'm sure she would've loved that."
Anton sat up as well, moving next to her, and resting his hands on her shoulders. "It wouldn't have happened, Bryn. If I hadn't seen her betray me with Nathaniel, it would have been with someone else. It was only a matter of time. And you're forgetting that, still acting out of duty, I had asked her to marry me. She had said no. It was probably the best thing that could have happened, her refusing me." He sighed softly. "I just didn't know how to approach you, after everything I had already put you through. I didn't know if you would accept my love, or would reject me out of hand, thinking I was playing some sort of twisted game with Natasha."
Sabryn pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around her legs, her eyes dry but obviously sad. Her voice was very quiet when she spoke, almost a whisper. "It's ironic that I'm so sad for Brinley, when I would've done anything to make you forget her eight months ago." Staring at a shaving cut on her knee, she couldn't quite look at him. "Maybe you think this shouldn't bother me, because it was someone else. Because it happened so long ago, and you've never hurt me in this lifetime. But I can't help but feel it."
She was quiet for a long minute before saying, "I'm terrified to think that you might've begun loving me, because she rejected you. I've heard what you said, that you loved me all along...but I don't remember that. I only remember you saying those things to her. Saying...that you were desperately in love with the woman who wants me dead."
Anton stayed silent for a moment. This was exactly what he had feared, but he had been expecting Brinley to be saying those things. She never had, most likely because she was afraid of his answer. And even 900 years later, he couldn't fault her for her reaction. He wasn't certain how much she would understand, but he had to try. "I am so sorry, my lady Brinley," he said, speaking in an eleventh century Russian dialect. "So sorry you had to go through all of that. I can do nothing now but beg you for forgiveness for hurting you, for almost losing a rare treasure before I even realized what I held in my hands." He switched back to English. "Please, forgive me."
She didn't understand...but his broken English, spoken with such aching pain, was enough to reduce her to tears. Standing up abruptly, she grabbed her discarded dress from the floor and hurriedly slipped it over her head, as she opened the door and quickly walked down the hall.
Casting a quick glance at Max to make sure he was still asleep and grabbing a blanket to wrap around himself, Anton followed her to the door of the motorhome in time to see her exit. He heard the rain pelting down and shivered. Noticing her bare feet and ignoring his own, he stepped outside. "Bryn, come back inside, please."
She turned to look at him, further down the sidewalk, her chest squeezing painfully. A shiver went through her, both from the rain plastering her hair and from the look on his face. He looked miserable, and she couldn't help but wonder if that same expression had made Brinley melt. "No." Ignoring the water splashing around her feet, she took a few more steps down the road. "I'm not making that mistake again." Turning her back on him, she walked away from the motor home, away from her brother's house, out into darkness.
"Bryn," he said following her. He grabbed her arm, halting her before she could go much further. "Where are you going?"
"Anywhere but back there, Anton. I'm not going back to bed with you knowing that the only reason you're not with her was because of Nate's rebellion."
"Is that what you think, Bryn? That the only reason I left her was because I caught her and Nathaniel in bed together? That just pushed me away faster. I had already made up my mind to leave her beforehand. Not because I couldn't live with her, but because I couldn't live with myself." He let go of her arm, stepping back. "Father was madly in love with Gisele, and I kept looking at how he was around her and wondered why I wasn't like that. Why I never seemed to feel the joy that they did. So I tried to fake it, to convince myself I did feel it. And in the process, I hurt you, to my shame."
"You're not telling me anything I don't already know! You weren't happy with her so you went to me. To Brinley. And if she'd made a mistake, would you leave her too? We already know you left Alexandra. She cheated on you and that was the end of that, wasn't it? If Brinley had begged you to Transform her, would that have been the end of her?" She shook her head, pulling from of his grip. "It's no wonder I was afraid to make a mistake with you. It's no wonder that I go into hysterics every time I do something wrong, or embarrass you, or anger you in some way. I've already been 'the other woman' in your life, Anton. I've been the substitute. And it hurts. I don't want to be the one you replace, too."
"I did not leave Alexandra," Anton gritted out. "She walked away from me. I let her go because I thought she would be happier, because I thought it was the right thing to do. The same reason I never offered to Transform Brinley, because she was so terrified by what Natasha tried to do to her." He grabbed her arm again in a tighter grip, not letting her walk away. "And you have never, *never* been the substitute. I may have been over one hundred years old at the time, but I was a messed up kid then, no better than Nathaniel when it came to my emotions. I was so afraid of being rejected, I...settled. And before you argue that, you know that Natasha would sleep with anything male and with a pulse." He relaxed his grip on her arm slightly, but didn't let go. "And I would never replace you, Bryn. Never, in a thousand years. And I will do whatever it takes to convince you of that."
"You settled?" She pulled against his grip once more, leaning forward to attach as much leverage to the movement as possible. It was lucky that she didn't succeed, or she would've gone face-first into the concrete. "Goddamn it! You want to hang on so hard to me, you'd better be ready for the fucking consequences!" With that she kicked him in the shin, remembering--too late--that she wasn't wearing any shoes. "Aaaaaaoooww!" Knees buckling, she sank down to nurse what felt like broken toes.
He winced, his shin stinging slightly, although probably not as bad as Bryn's toes. He knelt down next to Bryn, ignoring the muddy ground. "I never settled for you. I settled for Natasha." He didn't take her hand, didn't touch her. He didn't want to pressure her at all, didn't want distract her with his touch. "I was so afraid of being rejected by you, so ashamed of what had been done to me as a child, so afraid that you'd see me as a unfeeling blood sucking monster, I settled for Natasha, who frankly wasn't rejecting anyone."
She looked up at him, flipping her wet hair away from her face. Bryn was aware she was glaring at him, but her toes hurt like hell and she couldn't seem to stop. "You know, it really--"
Before she could say more, she realized Max was unguarded and alone in the motor home. Carefully climbing to her feet, she began hobbling in that direction. Dripping from head to toe, and limping badly. "It really annoys me that you couldn't just say that in the first place!"
"I was trying to," he said, following her.
She pulled open the door to the RV, hopped up the stairs and walked back to check on Max. Her voice was quieter but no less irritated as she said, "And it irks me that you would think I'd be that damned shallow, Anton. I would never, ever reject you because of something that happened to you as a child. *Especially* since I was never told it happened in the first place! If anything, I'd reject you because you touched that whore Natasha, and I'm really surprised that I didn't. So guess what, Anton? I guess that means I love you. Big fuckin' shocker there, isn't it?" Noticing that Max was still happily snoozing away, she spun to meet Anton's gaze. "Now maybe one of these days, we'll both figure that out about each other."
"You think I didn't know that? That you'd reject me because I had touched Natasha? I thanked God every time I woke up and found you still be side me. It was the only thing that convinced me that you did love me. God knows why though!" He stepped forward, keeping his voice pitched low to keep from disturbing Max
She stared at him, the anger leaving her face. Shaking her head, she pulled her dress off and let it flop on the floor in a wet mass. Walking over to sit on the bed, she closed her eyes. "Why do you do that?" she asked, her voice devoid of all emotion. "Why do you wait until I think we're getting somewhere, and then say something like that? Am I stupid for thinking you're the best thing that ever happened to me? Was I wrong to give my life--eternity--to you? Because if that's what you're implying, that I really don't have the intelligence to know better, we might as well end this now."
"No, Bryn, that's not what I meant." He leant against the wall heavily, as if his own weight were too much for him to support at the moment. "You may not believe this, but I was a mess back then. Not only did I have the guilt over what happened to me as a child, but I wasn't a peace about the fact that I'm a vampire. Part of me thought I only deserved the relationship I had with Natasha, that I didn't deserve to be near someone as warm and intelligent and beautiful as you. And despite everything, there's a part of me that still does. Normally I can tell that voice to shut up, but occasionally it gets too loud to ignore." He looked into her eyes. "I never meant to insult your intelligence, Bryn. And I don't want this to end."
She sank on to the her side on the bed, curling up almost protectively as her eyes overflowed. "Who are you? I feel like I'm talking to a stranger, not my husband. You've never told me any of these things." She let out a soft sob, wiping at her face. "And it hurts my feelings. You told me we had no secrets. I guess that didn't include my past lives."
"No, I haven't talked to you about this. I'm sorry, Bryn." Pushing away from the wall, he walked over to the bed and sat down next to her. After wrapping another blanket around her body, he pulled her onto his lap and locked his arms around her. "I forget that even though you were them, you don't have access to their memories. That I need to tell you these things instead of assuming you remember them. Please, Sabryn, forgive me."
Wiping at her face, she turned in his grasp and straddled his lap, wrapping her arms tightly around him, shivering. "You didn't tell me even when I was them, Anton. I didn't k-know that you were scared I'd be gone when you woke up. And despite what I said, I wouldn't have left you for touching Natasha." She squeezed her eyes shut, pushing away the last remaining moisture. "I love you, Anton. I'd forgive you anything. I just wanted to understand--that's why I walked away; I was trying to figure it out in my head. I'd never leave you. I love you s-so much."
Anton gently stroked her back. "I love you, so much, Bryn," he said, voice choked with emotion. "I should have told you, should have trusted you, so long ago." He leaned his cheek against her forehead and let his eyes shut.
She snuggled closer, pressing her breasts tightly against his chest. She scooted her hips closer to his as well, relishing the intense heat of his groin. "I'd never leave you. You're everything to me, sugar. And I'm so sorry you were hurting and I couldn't help you." Pressing her lips to his temple, she gently stroked his hair. "I'm so sorry you didn't think I'd want you, need you, and love you. That you didn't think anyone would love you because of what that man did to you. Anton, nothing that happened to you was your fault. Do you hear me? None of it was your fault, and we all would've protected and comforted you if we knew. I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again. No one's ever going to hurt my love. I'll protect you with my life."
He clung tight to her. He was so used to playing the role of protector, that being protected seemed totally foreign to him. Shaking lightly, he kissed her forehead. "I'm sorry, Bryn," he whispered. "I'm so sorry. I should have trusted you..."
"Shh..." Rubbing her hands over his shoulders and arms, she tried to calm the slight tremor running through him. "You trust me now. That's all that matters." Giving him a small smile, she leaned forward and gently pressed her mouth to his. Unable to stifle a moan at the softness of his lips. She shivered again, herself, her hair feeling icy cold against the back of her neck. "You really loved me first?"
"Yes," he said back. He nipped at her lips as he tried to talk. "It was...always...you....Too...blind...to see...at first." He felt her shivering against him. "Bryn, you're cold and wet," he said. "I don't want you to get sick. Let's get you in the shower and warmed up."
Teeth chattering, she reluctantly backed off his lap and stood up. She walked over to Max's portable crib and rubbed his back, making sure he wasn't going to wake up the moment the water was on. Aside from pulling his legs up close to his body, he didn't make another move. Turning to see Anton behind her, she took his hand and followed him to the shower next to the tiny toilet closet. It wasn't a huge shower by any means, but it would do. Making sure some towels were within reach, Bryn pushed aside the sliding door and started the water running. "How--when did you know? That you wanted to be with me? I thought you always had your eye on her."
"Not always, my dear." He closed his eyes, thinking of that far off time. "There had been an incident not long after you arrived. Father, Gisele, Natasha, her father, Nathaniel and I were going out for a nighttime ride. Natasha insisted that you and Lindara come along. I think I rarely ever saw her without either you or Lindara the whole time."
"My horse had always been half wild. Coalblack was always more tamed than trained. I could ride him, but others always had trouble keeping him under control. He broke free from the grooms and I was certain he would take off for the hills and I'd never see him again. But not only did you stop him, you actually gave the grooms some pointers on making him behave. I only found out later that you had practically been born in a stable, and had been around horses since you could walk since your family raised Great Horses for knights." He smiled at the memory. "Hearing Natasha complain and try to draw the attention back to her while you demurely took your place, I couldn't help but think that you were beautiful as well as intelligent and brave, and that you were more worthy of my love than Natasha ever was."
She smiled at him, in love with the expression on his face. "Thank you. I needed to hear that." Stepping closer, she pushed up on her tiptoes to kiss him. Wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you want to share my shower with me? I won't hog all of the hot water, I promise."
"I think we could do that, my dear," he whispered into her ear. He started to pull away the blanket he had wrapped around her earlier. "In fact, we might make some steam of our own." Naked bodies pressed against each other, he bent down a little and picked her up, carrying her into the tight quarters of the shower. Room enough for one, it meant that they had to stand very close for them both to be in it at the same time. Not that Anton minded that at all.
She slid sensuously against him, carefully leaning back to wet her hair under the shower head. She closed her eyes, feeling rivulets roll over her face and down her neck, spilling down her torso and onto his stomach, before dripping down her legs to the floor. Spray bounced off her head towards the ceiling before splashing on the both of them. Arms still braced above her, she felt him lean forward and pull her nipple into his mouth. She gasped, her head dropping back until the water pummeled her neck, rushing between her breasts, and over his fingers. "Ohh, sugar..."
He drew in a sharp breath, not from the contrast of the cold air at his back and warmth of her body at front. But from the passion and love bound up in that simple phrase. Determined to make up for their argument earlier, he suckled her nipple, lapping eagerly at her flesh. He could feel the water sluicing over their bodies, running down their legs and arms. One hand slid down her back to cup one cheek of her ass, squeezing the muscle teasingly.
She squirmed at the ticklish sensation, giggling. Pushing herself upright with one hand, she wrapped the other around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Sucking on his tongue and lips, using her free hand to wet his hair as she ran her fingers through it. She felt him squeezing her breast, his thumb rolling over her nipple, and tightened her legs around him. "Mmm...will you wash my hair, and I can do yours? I want to feel your fingers in my hair. I love that."
"I can do that," he whispered against her mouth. Reaching over to the shelf near the shower head, he flipped open the cap. Regretfully letting go of her breast, he poured some shampoo into his palm. Rubbing his hands together to work up a slight lather, he then ran his hands through her hair, massaging her scalp. All the time looking into her eyes. "Like this, my dear?"
She moaned softly, leaning into his touch and smiling. "It's perfect. I love the way you touch me. The way you love me." Stroking his face, she rubbed her thumb over his bottom lip. "It's always been perfect, and I'm so sorry..." She blinked a few times to clear her eyes. "I'm sorry I doubted you. That I hurt you. I know you love me, and you always have. And I've always loved you, and always will."
Anton continued to slowly rub her scalp, kissing at her thumb as she stroked his mouth. "It's okay, Bryn." He leaned forward to kiss her as his hands worked their way down the length of her hair. "I love you so much Bryn." Curious as he cupped his hand under the head to catch water to rinse her hair, "Do you remember the first time you saw me naked?"
Even thought it felt like she'd seen him naked a million times or more, that question still managed to make her blush bright red. She suddenly felt like a shy little maiden, and she wondered if that was a bit of Brinley still left in her. Although it wasn't surprising--even now she felt her breath catch every time he shed his clothes. "No, I can't say that I remember that. Why? Did I do something embarrassing?"
"No, although it was a bit of an embarrassing situation." He gave her a slight grin. "The custom of the time was that your servants bathed you. Natasha decided to make things a bit uncomfortable by ordering you to bathe me. I had been bathed by maidens before, but that was the first time that..." He trailed off and gave her a sly grin, letting her mind fill in the details.
"The first time?" Even as her mind started recalling details, she felt herself getting excited. As if seeing him nude for the first time, all over again. "I couldn't stop staring at you. You were so beautiful. Whenever I would bathe men before, I would try my hardest not to look at them. Most of them were homely anyway, but even those who weren't--I didn't think it was seemly to look. But you...you were something. I think I memorized the shape of your cock in the first few minutes." She giggled, turning red again. "And you had me so wet...I kept praying that you wouldn't smell me."
Anton grinned, kissing her lips. "Like I can now?" he whispered. He doused her hair one last time and backed against the wall, making sure the spray rinsed away the last of the soap from her hair. Hands free now, they resumed stroking her breasts and ass.
She lifted her head, her wet hair slapping against her shoulders, and wiped the water off her face. Listening quietly for a moment, she made sure Max wasn't yet awake. Turning her attention back to Anton, she said, "Yes, like you can smell me now. Mmm, and what you're doing to my nipple is making me even wetter." She panted, wiggling against him, and reached for the shampoo bottle. After pouring some in her hand and lathering it, she began working the foam into his wet hair. Grinning as he purred in approval. "If you had smelled me then, when I was bathing you, would you have done something about it?"
"Bryn, I was having a hard enough time not doing anything without having smelled you." He rested his hands on her hips. "If I had known, I would have pulled you into that wooden tub and made you mine then." He dropped his head slightly so she could reach the back of his head. "It was the first time I got excited when being bathed, my dear. And you we're even touching me sexually. The first time we made love, it was almost too much to bear."
Her breathing grew heavier at the thought. She wished she could have that first time with him over and over again. Scraping her fingernails over his scalp, she whispered, "Turn around so I can rinse your hair." With a bit of creative and careful maneuvering, he did as she asked. Holding his gaze, she gently washed the shampoo out of his hair, and, finally unable to stand it anymore, she leaned in to kiss him. Whispering between sucking on his lips, "I should've just crawled...in the tub with you then. Would've...saved a lot of time."
"Yeah...it...would...have." He was kissing her back just as fiercely, just as desperately. Using his height and weight, he pressed her against the shower wall just by leaning forward. Bending down slightly, he lifted her up, slipping his thigh between her legs, his cock pressed between their bellies. "Would you have, Bryn? Would you have let me have my way with you if I had tried to pull you in?"
Bryn whimpered, rocking her hips, wondering if she could shift his cock inside her with her wriggling alone. "Yes! I would have let you do anything to me," she whined, trying to push herself up higher in his grip. She held on to him tighter, trying to climb his body. Ready to stop talking. "Mmmph...Anton, please. I'll let you do anything to me right now, just please, sugar, get inside me."
His breath quickened at her words. Lifting her higher, he worked his other leg between her, positioning his cock at her entrance. Slowly he pushed into her, letting gravity do some of the work pulling her down. "Yes..." he hissed, feeling her warmth surround him, her legs wrap around his waist. "Ah...Brynnn..."
She let her head fall forward, resting her forehead against his, smiling like the Cheshire Cat. Watching him, she matched his breathing in reverse, breathing in as he exhaled, and vice versa. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the few memories she had. "She used to leave the bed in the middle of the day, because she couldn't stand sleeping through the light. Only, once, you'd fallen asleep in her bed. It was very dark in the room, but I could still see your silhouette when I came in to fetch her cloak. I wanted so much to crawl into that bed with you. To stay there all day, holding you as you slept. To bring you peace from the nightmares."
"You did, Bryn," he said softly, holding still. "I can't tell you how many times I've woken up in your arms, you stroking me, whispering comfort in my ear." His lips brushed against hers, gently nipping at hers. He gently slipped his hands up and down her back, stopping to massage her shoulders.
"Mmm..." Kissing him a bit more firmly, she began lapping at his lips with long, sensuous sweeps of her tongue, before sucking the lower into her mouth. She gently squeezed him inside her, grinning at the small thrust his hips gave. "You always comfort me, too. Sometimes by making me forget all about the bad dream." She glanced down, then quickly made sure he'd followed her gaze. "Very well I might add. Some day, when you notice me having a bad dream, I'd like you to just push inside me before I wake up. That would be a very effective way to turn a nightmare sweet."
"I could do that, Bryn," he whispered. He lifted her a little higher in his arms and leaned back against the bathroom wall for some support. Slowly he started to thrust into her. "Of course," he said teasingly. "I may not be able to tell if it's a bad dream, but I guess I could just make a good dream better."
There was something so exciting about having sex there, in what was practically sacred space to her father. There was something rebellious about it, like stealing his car and putting out cigarettes on the floor mats. Not that she'd know about that sort of thing, of course.
Bryn whimpered, keeping a firm grip on his shoulders. Leaning forward, she playfully bit his neck, nipping at him, before sucking at the spot like she would after being Transformed.
Anton let out a pleased rumble, tilting his head back so she had a bit more access. He pushed in and out of her faster. His hands clutched at her hips, guiding her pace and supporting her weight. He could feel her nipples skim against his body and it made him growl a little louder.
Sucking sharply, she tried to create a bruise on his skin that would last longer than a few seconds. Probably a futile attempt, but it was a worthwhile effort. Letting out a soft squeal deep in her throat as she rocked her body with his. It felt wonderful, but she wanted more. Tearing her mouth away from his neck, she watched the bruise disappear all too quickly, before saying, "I want you to fuck me from behind...but I need to find something to make me taller."
He was breathing heavily through his nose. He hadn't really heard much of what she said, other than 'fuck,' 'from behind,' and 'taller.' With a reluctant groan, he let his cock slide out of her hot, wet sex and shut off the water. "Did you have something in mind to stand on?"
She couldn't help but stare at his eager cock, subconsciously licking her lips. "Um...let me see what there is..." Squeezing past him, a little closer than the space required and brushing his balls with the back of her hand, she opened the sliding shower door and stepped, dripping, into the hall. She hurriedly opened cabinets and searched under the table, in the bathroom, before finally noticing a white plastic bucket stuffed with tools, near the door to the RV. Unceremoniously dumping the contents on to the floor, she hurried back to the shower. Shivering as the cool air chilled her wet skin. "I think this will work, as long as it doesn't slide around too much."
"Hopefully it won't," he said, taking the bucket and placing it on the floor. He took her hand and helped her up, holding her hips to steady her as she found her balance. "Lean forward just a bit...that's good." It was a bit of work his cock between her legs. She really couldn't spread them because of the width of the bucket. But Anton enjoyed the tight fit, and the squirming on both their parts so he could get back inside of her. Once embedded, he paused to catch his breath. Leaning low over her neck, his lips latched onto the small scar on the side of her throat.
Bryn moaned, reaching back to grab his left butt-cheek as she pressed her other arm to the wall. She was panting heavily and he hadn't even moved yet. His cock felt thicker with her legs close together and she tremulously squeezed it inside her. "Oooh...sugar, I already think we should do this more often." She grinned as he chuckled, his lips vibrating against her neck. Reaching for one of the hands on her hips, she pulled it forward and down lower until his fingers were brushing her pubic hair. "Anton, can I ask you a question? Do you like me better shaved, so you can see every quivering part of my excited pink cunt--or do you like me better left untamed, so my juices get caught in the curly dark hair?"
Anton groaned, tempted to knock her off the bucket and press her into the wall and pound her. Instead he forced himself to take a slow pace, almost dragging his cock completely out of her before shoving in deep again. "I'm not sure, my dear," he answered with a mock seriousness. "I think we'll have to do some research." His fingers pressed between the lips of her sex and rubbed her clit once before withdrawing. "Would you let me watch you shave yourself?" he whispered in her ear. "Or better yet, let me shave you?"
Thighs trembling, she squeezed his ass and let out a low moan. "Yes! I'd let you shave me from head to toe if you asked...even though I don't particularly need my feet shaved." She bit her lip, toes curling as he pulled out and slowly pushed back inside her again. "Mmm...when are you going to do it? I'd love to walk around all smooth, knowing it was because of your hands. I get wet so easily after I've been shaved smooth."
"Hmmm..." Anton slowly pulled out and paused, as if lost in thought. Clearly enjoying how she squirmed impatiently. "It's a little cramped in here, so when we get home. That way we'll have plenty of room to...maneuver." He pushed back into her, not bothering to hold back a loud groan.
[Maneuver what?!] she thought frantically, more than willing to let him to do whatever he wanted to her, wherever they were. She pushed on his fingers, trying to get him to stroke her again. Or cup her, rub her, hold her sex open to the cooling air...anything that would make the intense tingling in her peak. "Huhhh-uhhh...I don't know...if I can wait that long." Trembling as he started to pull out of her again, she slid her own fingers past his and began leisurely rubbing her clit. "Ooooh...want you, all day...just stay in bed...mmm, fucking and sucking and stroking and kissing..."
"Uh, uh, uh, my dear." Anton said, pulling her hand away from her sex. He eyed the showerhead one last time, confirming what he thought it was. Causally leaning forward some, he turned the water back on and let it heat up. "Bryn," he whispered in her ear. "You haven't spent much time here in this bathroom, have you?"
"Noooo..." she confirmed as he nipped at the tips of her ear.
"Thought so," Anton said. He made sure his cock was fully pushed into her sex as he spread her with his fingers. "Otherwise, you would have mentioned this," he reached up and pulled the detachable shower head free from its holder, "earlier, I think."
Her breath caught and she tightened around him impulsively. Panting heavily, she leaned her forehead against the wall and concentrated on the feeling of his fingers holding her open. The anticipation made her clit throb. "Oh God..." She swallowed audibly. "You can't turn it on too high at first. Please. I want to feel you fucking me the first couple of times I cum."
"Okay," he breathed in her ear. He rolled the dial on the shower down to where the water was coming out in a slow but steady stream. Slowly he started thrust into her, bringing the showerhead closer to her sex. Angling it slightly, he aimed the stream of water above her clit, so it trickled down over her. "How's this to start?"
"Uhh!" She nodded briskly, thrusting her hips forward as much as she could. Her head fell back on her shoulders, both hands clutching Anton's ass for support. The spray wasn't hitting her clit, but the stimulation of the area around it made her whole crotch vibrate. "Yes, sugar. It's perfect. Your cock feels so good. Always does. You were made for me."
Breathing rapidly past her ear, Anton sped up his thrusts. "You and only you, my dear. Always have been, always will." He lowered his hand so now the water directly splashed against her clit, and gasped as she tightened around his cock. "Mine, now and forever."
Squealing, Bryn dug her fingernails into his ass. Her legs felt weak, likely to collapse underneath her, and she thought he might eventually have to catch her, like he always said he would. Between the firm thrusting of his cock and the steady stream of the water on her sensitive clit, it took only seconds for her first spasms to begin. Letting out a long, low moan, she swiveled her hips, pulling at his cock, shaking as she came. "Uh uh uh ahhh...ah ah Anton!"
He bit his lip, focusing on the pain instead of the sweet contractions engulfing his cock. "I think you liked that," he murmured, still thrusting into her as he pulled the showerhead back so the water was just sliding over her sensitive clit, giving her time to recover. "We need to do this in front of a mirror, Bryn. So you can watch how beautiful you are when you cum. How the release makes your eyes sparkle."
Panting, she gently caressed his ass in apology for holding on so tight. With her head still back, she turned it to the side and pursed her lips, waiting for him to kiss her, and putting all of her appreciation into that intimate gesture. "I'm all for doing it in front of a mirror. Maybe we should even put a mirror above our bed." She smiled, then kissed him again. "Although, I still think taping us would be the best idea. Maybe we should rent a few more cameras so we have multiple angles? I'd love to see your cock plunging into me from every view possible."
"Mmmm...that does sound nice." He let his hips twitch his cock inside of her. "Although we'd have to make multiple copies of that tape. I'd think we'd wear out the tape after the first hundred viewings." He lightly turned up the speed of the water and gently played it over the whole of her sex and lower belly, teasing her.
Bryn whimpered, suddenly grabbing his ass again. "We...could buy a DVD recorder...and make our own movie." She shuddered as the shower wand's spray slid between her legs, briefly giving her what she wanted, before moving upwards once more. Shaking palpably against him, she whined, "Anton, please..."
"Shhh...I'll give you what you want," he whispered in her ear. "What you need," he said, spreading her sex wider open. "What you desire." He angled the spray so it fell directly on her clit as he resumed thrusting. His breath came in sharp, short pants. "Yes...Bryn..."
Leaning her head against his, so she could feel his breath against her ear, Bryn gave herself over to the passion building inside her. He was thrusting forcefully now, his hips slapping against her butt and his cock slamming deep inside her. Filling and gorging her sex, making her greedy for more. The water pummeling her with torturous speed and power was suddenly too much to bear, and she screamed, the shrill sound filling the shower, echoing in the enclosed space. She clenched down tightly around him, feeling his hips jerk against hers in reaction.
Anton's scream joined hers as he exploded, flooding her. And he still kept thrusting in her, tried to keep the pleasure singing through their bodies. As he felt her sag, he caught his arm around her, thumbing the showerhead off. Supporting her weight, he onehandedly put the showerhead back. Then his other hand came around her waist, holding her close even as his cock softened inside of her.
She wasn't sure if she was still orgasming or not, but she was definitely having spasms. Twitching around him, her entire sex vibrating as if she'd just ridden a Harley Davidson. In fact, her entire body was shaking, tingling, glittering with a billion stars. Pressing her forehead to the side of his neck, she struggled to catch her breath. Despite her temporary loss of mobility, nothing could wipe the smile off her face. Her grin felt ten feet wide.
Anton gently nuzzled the top of her head. He continued supporting her weight as he sank back against the chilly wall of the shower. Slowly his hand drifted back and forth across her stomach, and gave a soft sigh. "Should we go check on Max? He'll probably be hungry soon."
Her smile lost some of it's volume, but only at the thought of moving. "Maybe we could get him and snuggle up in bed for a while." She paused, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I know it's a horrible thing to say, but I don't really want to go to the hospital today. I've had enough of that place to last a lifetime...and I need a break. I know my parents haven't asked for a break, but...they're used to being here. At least more often than I am. I'm homesick. I want to see Petunia, and the horses. And I don't think it's fair to keep you away from work for so long, even if you did offer it."
"I know what you mean, my dear. I'm homesick too." He kissed the top of her head, pausing for a moment to inhale her scent. "How about we talk to John and your parents after the funeral? I think we're not needed, but we'll probably have a better feel for the situation then. And don't worry about the business, Bryn. Lindy's more than capable of handling it while I'm gone."
She nodded and pushed herself upright, feeling a bit steadier on her feet. Turning around carefully on top of the bucket, accepting his help to steady her, she leaned closer to kiss his mouth. "That's a good idea, sugar. Thank you. And I wasn't worried about the business--I was worried about you. I know you love it there. I know you miss it. It's like me when I'm away from my painting for too long. Sketching just isn't the same. Which reminds me: I want to go to the art supply store before we go home. I can always get a really great discount here, because they know me."
"I think that can be arranged, my dear." Anton held her tight against his body. "Bryn, if this gets to be too much, just say the word and I will take you home without a second thought. Yes, your family needs you, but we should be watching out for you first and foremost." He gently toyed with a lock of her hair. "I love you so much and I'd hate to see anything happen to you."
She gave him a soft smile, then hugged him tightly. "I love you so much, too." Pressing a gentle kiss to his mouth, she held his gaze. "So far, I've just felt tired. I think it must be the jet lag, because I've felt sluggish all the time we've been here. And in Chicago, too. That's why I think we should stay in bed tonight. Hey! We could use the Do Not Disturb sign I stole from the hotel!"
Anton chuckled. "Couldn't be tired because I've been keeping you up half the day. Or should that be keeping me up?" He gently stroked her still damp hair. "Do you think something's wrong, Bryn? Do you need to see a doctor?"
She shook her head. "No, I think it's stress from everything happening at once. And with the funeral coming up, and you and Max not being able to go because of the timing...it just makes me want to curl up under the covers and sleep for days." She yawned, as if to emphasize her point. "It's going to be hard without you two there. I'm going to want someone to hold on to."
"I know, my dear. I know." He held her tight against his body. "I wish I could be there with you. I wish I could hold you all day. I'm going to miss you being beside me."
Feeling a wave of sadness wash over her, she gave a deep sigh and held on to him just as tightly. "I'm sorry you can't go. I said I wouldn't do anything without you, and yet here I am doing this alone. I wish I could tell them to wait." She heard Max start to cry and jumped slightly. "Sounds like the sweet pea finally woke up. I hate to think of what his diaper must look like."
Anton released her reluctantly. "I'm afraid to think of that, my dear." Anton followed her over to Max's crib, opening the diaper bag. "I know that you don't want to do this without me, but I understand why. And it would lead to too many difficult questions if we asked for it to be delayed until nightfall."
"Shh..." she said, pulling Max out of the crib and pulling him tightly to her. "You slept a long time, little boy. Must be all of that growing you're doing." She kissed his cheek noisily and sat down on the bed, laying him on his back in front of her so she could change his diaper. "What do you say, Max? Do you want to stay here in bed with Mommy and Daddy, maybe watch some television or play with your toys?"
Anton grinned when Max squealed, waving his arms and kicking his legs as Bryn removed the diaper. He handed her a fresh one, putting the used one in the diaper pail. "As much as I'd like to think that meant he want's to go back to sleep, I'm afraid that was a vote for playing with his toys." He gently patted Bryn's back.
"That's okay," she said, fastening his new dry diaper into place. "We can play with your toys. That will fun, too. Mommy will just have to sleep later, huh, Max?" Pulling his pajama bottoms back up, Bryn lifted him into her arms and leaned heavily against Anton. "Just hopefully before the funeral tomorrow."
End Chapter Ninety-seven

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