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  And in all honesty, she was still waiting for some act of God to happen that would stop their union since she was going against everything she’d been taught. On one hand, she did wait for marriage.

  On the other hand, she had married a man who wasn’t exactly a Catholic role model.

  He bent down and kissed her nose as his cock brushed against the top of her pussy. “Show me how much you love me, Mia.” And then he got into pre-mounting position, and to her surprise, instead of spewing puke, a calming sensation moved through her body 184

  as he mounted her. He slid his cock halfway in, and she screamed.

  Small whimpers but a scream just the same. Yes, it hurt. Her legs tensed again. She couldn’t help it.

  “Relax, darlin’. One more push, and I’ll be deep inside you,” he mumbled the promise as their lips touched. She went to scream, this time only to have him deepen the kiss and mumble her cries. Once he was fully inside her, he cupped her ass in his hands and rubbed as he began to pump her pussy. “Relax. I’m fully inside, darlin’ Wasn’t so bad now, was it?”

  Easy for him to say.

  Naked desire warmed her. “It hurts,” she whimpered against his mouth.

  He parted her lips with his tongue. Before he slipped his tongue inside, she added, “And feels good, too.” And he did feel good inside her. She couldn’t lie. Yes, it’s a tad painful but not as much as I’d envisioned it would hurt.

  Slowly he rocked his body against hers. The movement glided the swing back and forth. Her body prepared to explode again as her muscles tensed and the orgasm grew closer. A small moan of pleasure escaped her lips. You feel so good.

  His thrusts quickened. “Come for me, baby.”

  The pain had subsided and his constant pumping started to really feel good. It wasn’t so bad. As a matter of fact, it was pretty awesome at the moment.

  And then some unforeseen sex force took hold of her. “You feel so good,” she groaned from her sex-induced coma.

  “Do I now?” A piece of his sweat-soaked hair fell into his eyes.

  “Tell me how good I feel. Tell me how much you love making love to me, how much you love fucking me.”

  The last part she wasn’t sure she could say out loud. “I love making love to you, Jordan. It does feel good. Now.” He chuckled as her cries rang through the room. With what seemed like renewed vigor, he pushed the swing faster and harder with each pelvic pump.

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  “And?” By this time, he was sucking on one nipple and pinching the other between his finger and thumb. “Say it.” Talking dirty wasn’t her forte, but she felt like saying it to him.

  Damn, you are good. He had her in a place she never wanted to leave.

  “I love fucking you.”

  “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

  “Well, yes. And no.”

  “We’ll work on the ‘no’ part,” he promised as their bodies slid against each other, and the sweat beaded on both their faces. In unison, they exploded into ecstasy together.

  Still inside her, he held both their weight. “So, is the swing everything you thought it would be?” His voice was ragged, but so sexy.

  She was drowning in him, the taste and smell of him. “Yes.”

  “Shall we do it again?”

  She released a nervous sigh. “Do you think you could untie me first?”

  “No. I like you tied up.” His features softened with a boyish charm. “Okay, I’ll untie you, but only if I can tie you back up in our room.”

  “I’ll think about it,” Mia said.

  “Okay, darlin’. You have five seconds,” he added.

  Once they were fully dressed, and finished discussing Mia’s lack of dirty-talking skills, they planned on rejoining the party, when Mia stopped them. Before they stepped out from behind the curtain, she faced him.

  “How do I look?” she asked, hoping she didn’t have the just-been-fucked look about her.

  Jordan stared her up and down. “If I may say so myself, sweet thing, you look radiant.”

  She studied him. “That not what I mean.” A baffled expression changed his features. “What do you mean?” 186

  She straightened the front of her dress. “I mean, I don’t have the look, do I?”

  He regarded her quizzically before answering. “Ah, what do you mean ‘the look?’ Darlin’, the cryptic wording has me a bit confused. I feel like we’re playing a game of charades.”

  “The look. The one that hints to everyone we just finished doing what we did,” she babbled, feeling beyond stupid. Another piece of information Cindi had told her about during their sex talks. Why couldn’t she just come out and say what she meant? She was turning this into a guessing game.

  “Oh, you mean do you look like we just had sex?” He licked his sexy lips. “Mmmm, you mean do you look like my hands roamed every part of you and my fingers danced inside you until you came all over me. Should I go on?”

  Mia threw her hands in the air. “No!”

  “Don’t worry, sweet woman, you look radiant. And, by the way, I am going to assume people are aware we make love. Who cares if you have the look? Trust me, you are going to have it several more times tonight,” he promised her, brushing the loose strand of hair from her face.

  “Good,” was all she said, and his lips were on hers in a heartbeat.

  A few minutes later, when she was gasping for air, he opened the curtain. In the midst of easing back out into the crowd, a huge commotion erupted in the middle of the dance floor. He grabbed her by the hand, and hurried them toward the crew on the dance floor.

  The gang opened the circle, letting them in, and immediately closed it.

  Jamison took the floor. “We have two major problems. Problem one, Christi crashed the wedding dressed like Mia. From what I can gather, Ennisbrooke may have abducted her when he was escorted from the property. Her purse and a broken strand of pearls were found near the driveway entrance off Hummel Road.”

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  Mia’s mouth flew open, she was sure resembling a giant O. “I saw her. I thought I was losing my mind. I thought she was a doppelganger. Why was she dressed like me?” Jamison sighed and shot a glance toward Jordan. “I think she wanted someone that belongs to you. Becoming you was the only way she could think to get him.”

  Mia’s stomach churned from the mere thought. “Wait a minute.

  She looked exactly like me down to my hair color. Stunned into awareness, Mia dropped her head. “She wanted Jordan. She is probably planning on getting rid of me. She’s crazy about him, we all know that. But, is she crazy enough to hurt me? Or kill me?” Jordan interrupted. “Hold on a sec. I know the difference between you and Christi, darlin’. A wig and dress isn’t going to change that.

  She isn’t going to get near you. I promise.” Jamison cleared his throat. “I don’t think we should worry so much about her clothing but more about her state of mind. She spent the last few months in the mental hospital in Orlando.” Mia glanced at Cindi and then back at Jamison. “That’s not good.

  Not only do I have to worry about her fatal attraction to my husband, I also have to worry about her mental capacities.” Mia felt the flush moving through her cheeks long before Cindi reached out for her.

  Cindi took her hand. “She’s a crazy bitch, Mia.” Jordan coughed back a laugh and glanced at Cindi. “Don’t sugarcoat it, Cin.”

  Cindi leveled a gaze that pinned him in place, obviously perturbed at his remark. “When have you known me to sugarcoat anything? We all know she’s a crazy bitch. It’s not my fault I’m the only one who will admit it. Had I seen her, I would have kicked her ass in front of all your guests. Recent mental patient or not.” Melissa interjected. “Wait a minute. I have no problem calling her a bitch. Let’s add crazy motherfucker to the title.” Visions, too clear for Mia’s taste, brought back memories of that woman practically dry humping Jordan a few months ago. She had thought they were going 188

  for coffee, not aware the first of his skeletons would
be gracing them with her presence.

  Jamison huffed. “Ladies, regardless of the love loss, and her state of mind, the woman is missing. Can we concentrate on the problems at hand?

  Melissa and Cindi nodded, but Jordan, his gaze stuck on Melissa and Cindi, added, “Hey, this is getting interesting. I wonder what these two would have to say about me in my past life.” Melissa chuckled. “You’re lucky, Jordan, because Mia’s redeemed your sorry ass. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but you’re a different man than the one I met years ago. The love of the right woman has done wonders for you. It took a former Pittsburgh woman to tame you. I wouldn’t have believed it had I not witnessed it myself.”

  Jamison covered his face with his hands. Through muffled sound, his voice came. “Can we continue please?” Jordan winked at Mia. “Yes, please continue.” Jamison resumed. “Problem two, twenty minutes ago, Cindi went into the main part of the house to ask the servers to deliver more food.

  Splattered all over the news was a story about a man who picked up a girl in a bar in Vegas.”

  Cindi glanced at Jamison, and he nodded, then she continued.

  “The man wined and dined the girl, took her home and brutally killed her. The girl’s best friend is the one who found her.” Cindi took a deep breath and settled her gaze on Mia for a second. “The media relayed the scene was so gruesome it appeared as if it were out of a horror movie. The woman was found in bed, nude, with six-inch gashes across her neck, thigh, and shoulder. The poor woman bled to death. The only evidence the Henderson police hold is an opened box of antibacterial wipes, a bloody lancet, and sterling silver finger armor.”

  Melissa gaped. “Sounds like a vampire crime.”

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  Jamison excused himself, and Ridge narrowed his gaze on Jordan.

  “Or a scene made to look like a vampire crime has taken place.” A sharp pain stabbed Mia’s temples. Mia thought it was obvious some kind of ritual killing took place in Vegas, and from the reactions of the people in the circle, so did they. And boy, they really disliked Christi. Her stomach turned. She swallowed back the nasty bile traveling up her throat. But did she want to kill me, like Ennisbrooke?

  Mia pulled Jordan’s hand into hers. “Who would want to stage a vampire killing?”

  Jordan touched his lips to her hand. “There are many sick people out in the world, darlin’.” He studied her face, to the point of making her feel like her lipstick was smeared all over her face. “Don’t worry about Christi…she’ll be found.”

  Jordan glanced at Cindi, and she added, “There are some crazies out there, girlfriend. They’ll catch this guy.” She tsked. “And find Christi. Knowing that crazy bit—lady, she probably flagged down some man driving by. Caught a ride with him.” Jamison had returned to the circle. “Friends of mine in the Cassadaga Police Department are on their way over to investigate the Christi issue. As for Vegas, I think we have a game plan for the situation. I made the call, and Scottie is on his way here. When he arrives, Jordan, Ridge, Scottie, and I are going to board the next flight to Vegas. I need someone who is close with the Oasis coven, specifically Ryan, to give him a call.” Mia interrupted Jamison. “Exactly why are you going to Vegas?

  And taking my husband with you?”

  Jamison’s phone buzzed. He pulled it from his pocket, glanced at the message, and slid it back into his pants. “Because our culture is very private, and the police are going to need help understanding our beliefs and customs. We’re just going as consultants. No worries.” How in the hell could he say ‘no worries.’ Christi was MIA, a madman was killing in Vegas. It looked like they should all be worrying. A lot.

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  The lines of Jordan’s face etched with deep concern. “Don’t worry, Jamison. I will take care of reaching out to Ryan. I will call him as soon as we are done here and see if he can meet us in Vegas tomorrow.”

  Jamison’s expression turned solemn when he looked at Melissa. “I need you to get on the phone and call every coven out West. Tell them we are flying in tomorrow. Due to the bad situation brewing out there, we need to get together and talk.” Melissa didn’t speak. She looked up with her intense, brown-eyed gaze leveled on Jamison. “You got it. I’ll make the calls immediately.”

  Jamison smiled. “Use my office.” He hesitated, then addressed Cindi. “I feel bad about this, taking Jordan away from Mia before they even finished enjoying their wedding celebration or their honeymoon, but I will make amends. I need you to take charge of my house and work in close proximity with Paige. I need both you and Paige to take care of Mia while we are gone.” Anger at Jamison’s lack of regard for her opinion sliced through Mia, causing her hands to ball up into fists at her side. “What do you mean, watch over me?” She narrowed a suspicious gaze on him.

  “Excuse me, but in case you haven’t noticed, Jamison, I am a grown woman. Why would I need Cindi and Paige to take care of me? I’m coming with you guys.”

  “No, Mia, you are not coming.” Jordan’s firm tone sliced through the room.

  Mia’s voice plowed over the group. “Yes, I am.” Bothered, Jamison met her gaze with an apologetic look. “Mia, I didn’t mean it like you’re taking it. We have a man who obviously is a vampire, one like us. The evidence he left behind proves this point.

  This man just exposed a ton of people who practice vampirism. This could get ugly. Not to mention, Christi isn’t very fond of you, and she’s missing. It would be safer for you to stay here in the coven house. We will be back in a few days.”

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  Bullshit! Mia didn’t feel like getting the third degree from Jamison, not to mention her husband didn’t look all that excited about her desire to go, either, from the way he was firmly shaking his head.

  “You’re not going.” Jordan pinned her in place with his stare. “I am not putting you in harm’s way again. Not if I can help it. You were already almost sliced and diced because of me and my wayward ways. You will stay here, and I’ll make sure you stay put even if I have to tie you to our bed.” A short chuckle sounded. “And we all know I’d love doing that to you. So give me a reason to, darlin’.” Jamison and Cindi both shot shocked gazes at Jordan.

  Mia felt the flush shoot into her face. Jordan just admitted to the entire circle he wanted to tie her up. All right, time for me to retreat temporarily.

  She would work on going with them. For now, kicking in her acting skills was top priority, so she crossed her fingers and agreed to stay. “Fine, I will stay with Cindi and Paige,” she barked, catching a glimpse of relief on Jamison’s face.

  “Come on, Mia, we will have a blast. We can go shopping, out to eat, and dancing. Spend all Jordan’s hard-earned cash.” Cindi looked at Jordan for acceptance of her statement. He nodded.

  Jamison turned his energies toward David. “Can you pick up Scottie?”

  David stepped forward. “Dude, I’ll take off right now and head to the airport to pick up Scottie. I’ll bring him straight back here.” In two short strides, he moved toward Melissa and planted a kiss on her lips.

  “Later,” he said before heading toward the door, his trench coat swaying in the wake.

  Once everyone had taken their leave, and the evening was finally over, Jordan and Mia retired to his room. Both showered and dressed, even made love in the shower, but that didn’t calm the dread Mia was feeling. She grabbed a bottle of water, then plopped on the bed beside Jordan.

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  “I am so sorry about this, sweetie. I will make it up to you and take you anywhere you want to go when I get back.”

  “It’s fine. Uh….” The hesitation in her voice was hard to hide.

  “Tell me what’s wrong?”

  “Well, why would someone want to out the vampire lifestyle?

  And why make such a brutal attempt at doing so?” She leaned her head against his chest, wanting to drown in the safety of his being. “I hope Christi is found.”

  He tightened his arms. It was exactly what her body craved. “You k
now how in every belief system there are those who get overzealous and dangerous about their beliefs?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, it is the same in the vampire community. This subculture is no different. There are nuts in this organization just like in every other different culture. He stroked her hair before he added, “And I’m sure Christi is fine. Knowing her, this stunt is about her being the center of attention.”

  “Jordan she was in a mental hospital. I’m sure it’s more than being the center of attention.”

  “Perhaps. Don’t worry, she’ll be found. She’s not completely nuts.”

  She gazed at his perfect face and touched her finger to the diamond stud in his nose before she kissed him.

  “When you explain in that way, I see what you mean. People have fought over cultural beliefs for decades.” She frowned, hoping her expression was hard for him to read. “You know, If I were Christi, I wouldn’t want to let you go, either.”

  She had to find a way to accompany him to Vegas. And she would.

  His lips touched her forehead. “What is it? You’re hiding something. Share.”

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  “I just don’t understand what you, Jamison, and this Scottie guy are going to do in Vegas. You’re not cops. You and Jamison are teachers, and who is Scottie?” she asked.

  “Well, Scottie is very knowledgeable when it comes to vampirism. He runs the Elian vampire church. He’s an Elder Bishop.” Mia scrunched her nose at him. “Elder Bishop?” He chuckled, and smoothed his open palm down her back. “Yes, it is like the Pope in the Catholic Church. He is the Pope in the vampire community.” He yawned, and ran a finger across her right clothed breast. “Can we just leave the conversation as is? I will explain everything to you later.”

  She tightened her grip around his waist. “Yes, you can guarantee I am going to pick your brain when you get back. I still don’t understand what you and Jamison are going to physically do. ” She felt the urge to continue the discussion even though it was obvious he didn’t desire it.