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  “What I always do. Taking care of my one and only. Numero Uno.”

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  Jamison shook his head. “You know the consequences that could follow your actions. I’m not going to lecture you. Lord knows you don’t listen to my advice. Just be careful.”

  “I’m always careful,” Jordan smugly replied.

  Jamison rolled his eyes. “Yeah, whatever. Do you see anyone else out there you like?”

  Jordan laughed low. “Yeah, the one you were just scoping out.” The blonde girl Jordan spoke of passed by the table, stopping briefly to offer a nod of approval. “And, it looks like she may be interested.”

  “Yes, perhaps she is. Is she going to be after Tanner, or before?” Jamison’s voice was lackluster. “Don’t answer that. I really don’t want to know. Can we talk about the gathering now?”

  “You’re still thinking of that chick, aren’t you? You dumped her.

  She dumped you. What was her name again? Nina, Mina—”

  “Mia.” Jamison nodded. “It was just a few weeks ago that I had her in my arms again. I would have tasted her blood without thinking twice this time around. Now, she won’t even give me the time of day.

  She ignores me every chance she has, which, all things considered, is probably a good thing. It’s making it much easier for me to forget about her. And honestly buddy, I’m almost over her.” He hesitated, tapping his booted toe against the table. “And here you are, one on the floor and the other in the wings. Let’s talk about the gathering, please?”

  Jordan glanced over at the blonde, not paying attention to his friend’s lamentations about some woman he loved and lost. He told Jamison a number of times that he had to stop regretting his position when it came to women. Jamison either had to stick by the rules or break them. Speaking of breaking rules.

  His gaze skated over the blonde’s chest and then lower, thinking of ways he could pull her away from the guy she engaged. He responded to his friend without losing focus of his target. “I made sure that Paige sent out the invitations and that she called the

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  members that never check their mail. The blood dolls coming in have completed their blood screenings. When I talked to Betty today, she confirmed all the lab reports came back negative for any types of blood diseases. What about you? How are things going on your end?” Jordan’s gaze continued to scan the blonde whose boyfriend’s tongue was practically down her throat. She seemed to have a nice, deep throat. Ah…better to…

  Jamison made an annoyed tapping sound and interrupted his lovely thought. Damn him. “Everything is fine on my end. The caterers and valet service are set to arrive early, and Paige and Lilley made sure to hire enough waitstaff this time. I would hate to have to see you tending bar again this year.”

  Jordan’s lips curled up at the edges. “Yeah, me bartending wasn’t such a great idea. I had a hell of a hangover the next day.”

  “Actually, you bartending was a terrible idea. For every drink you served, I downed one myself. At the end of the night, I was lying half under the bar. Not to mention, most of the women were barely dressed, or naked, and perched up on the counter. By that point in the evening, the house resembled more of a brothel than a coven party.” A snicker sounded. “Well, I believe we have everything covered, and this party should go down without a hitch,” Jordan assured him, turning his gaze back toward the couple who would need to get a room soon or find some empty closet to get it on. No, there was only one closet used for that here, and it would soon be taken. The thought of her lips on him made the lower half of his body stiffen from excitement. “I say we call it a night. I have some unfinished business I need to take care of.”

  Jamison looked at him, at Tanner coming across the floor, and then back at the couple. “I swear you look for trouble, man.” Shaking his head, he stood up.

  “Perhaps. But she has graced our table enough in the past half hour for me to believe she wants to get to know me a little better. I’m only making her wish come true.”

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  “Good luck with that.” Jamison stood. “What about the other young lady?”

  Jordan rubbed his chin. Good point, but when it came to juggling a few women at the same time, “pro” best described him. The soft lights in the club dimmed. “Would you ask Tanner to wait for me at the bar? Tell her to order a drink and I’ll be there soon.”

  “You snake.” Jamison appeared to want to add something else but only said, “I’ll buy her a drink and disappear when you show up.

  Speaking of show up, how long are you going to be?”

  “You’re a pal. That depends.”

  Jamison mumbled something, then walked across the dimly lit club toward Tanner. Reaching her, he slipped his arm into hers and escorted her back to the circular mahogany bar near the exit doors.

  Once Jamison and Tanner disappeared from sight, Jordan ordered another beer. Leaning back in his chair, he scanned the club. The petite blonde he had set his sights on appeared to be in an intense argument with her vamp boyfriend. He chuckled silently. It wouldn’t be long and she would be at his table making irrelevant conversation with him. Ah, but the hunt is half as fun as the reward.

  He continued to inspect them. Their painted white faces rearranged in seeming anger. Her lips curled up at the edges as her boyfriend leveled a piercing gaze on her. Within minutes, the boyfriend stomped away, and she turned a searching look Jordan’s way.

  A broad smile crossed his lips. Come on, baby, come on over. I can make it all better. I promise.

  Once her boyfriend’s hands hit the metal handles of the exit door, she moved like lightning toward his table. He nudged the chair opposite him with the tip of his black leather boot, toward her. A seductive smile dripped from her lips. She placed her scantily dressed body into the chair.

  “Hi, I’m Jenna.”

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  Though her high-pitched voice and uneasy giggle irritated his ears, he reached over and pulled her chair closer to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Jenna. I’m Jordan.” Your dream man for the moment.

  That’s right, baby, scan me if you like.

  Her brilliant, green-eyed gaze flashed with merriment. She licked her top lip, then crooked a corner of her mouth. The mirth of her expression switched to a wicked gleam. “You are totally hot…that long blonde hair is to die for…and those piercings are wicked.”

  “Yeah, they’re usually a deal closer, sugar.” She reached out and slid her finger against the earring pushed through the side of his nose. “I love the diamond stud. It’s my favorite.”

  He chuckled, and brushed a stray hair from his face. “And you are my favorite.”

  Excitement flashed in her expression. “So, do you want to get out of here? I mean, we could go somewhere more private.” Jordan raised an eyebrow, amused by her attempt to seduce him.

  He gave a second glance toward the exit doors. You move fast, baby.

  Is your boyfriend even out of the parking lot yet? On second thought, who cares?

  His cock pushed against his jeans.

  Hell yes he wanted to go. And he would. “I wouldn’t mind going somewhere more private. What do you have in mind, sweet thing?” She tittered and then leaned toward him with her overflowing bust that pushed at the seams of her red-jeweled bustier. “We could go back to my place or your place.”

  No, not my place.

  She flashed another seductive smile at him and near his ear whispered, “Or I could do you right here. I’m wearing a skirt with nothing on underneath.” She cocked an eyebrow. “I even carry my own condoms.”

  How nice. But he didn’t need her condoms. He had his own.

  Slowly, he stood up. “Let’s go, sweet thing.” 20

  Once her hand was in his, he directed them across the floor to a dimly lit hallway off the east side of the room. Without losing a beat, they walked down the small corridor until he found the door to the storage closet. He turned the knob and pushed open the door, whisking them inside. With the hee
l of his boot, he kicked the door shut.

  Within seconds, her hand cupped his erection. The evidence of his arousal made her pink-lined lips moan with want. The sound resonated in the darkness. His blood turned to molten lava, heating him from the inside out. Skimming his hands over her clothed breasts, the jeweled fabric was rough against his skin. His breath heightened just as he shifted his legs in an attempt to alleviate the swelling between his legs.

  “Let me take my shirt off,” she whimpered in between uneven breaths.

  He touched his lips to her cheek. “That would be nice.” She unsnapped the silver hooks on her bustier, and in moments, his hands captured her naked, swollen breasts. He kneaded and stroked them before bending down and taking one of the erect buds into his mouth. She gasped in delight. He sucked harder. He was ready to take her.

  Now.

  He released her nipple from between his moist lips, and, taking a step forward, he pushed his body against hers until she was flush against the wall.

  Shifting her hands to the top of his jeans, she grasped the material and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. In a smooth motion, she slid his jeans down his legs to his ankles. With both hands, she slipped his underwear down, releasing the engorged flesh waiting for her.

  A sigh escaped her lips. “There, that’s better.” She kneeled on the floor, took the head of his cock into her mouth, and ran her tongue up the length of his shaft.

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  He cupped her head gently and stroked her hair as she licked his shaft from hilt to tip. That a girl.

  The feel of her soft mouth taking his entire cock sent a bolt of fire lancing through him. Closing his eyes, he relaxed his mind, enjoying the vibration of her deep throat on his dick. He grew close to releasing but wanted to feel the inside of her wet core. A blow job, no matter how good, wouldn’t suffice. He moved her head away from him and the suction of her lips broke.

  “What’s wrong?” A dazed look hazed her green eyes.

  “Nothing’s wrong, sweetie. I just want a little more.” His body was on fire, hot, hard, and ready to take her. Reaching down, he pulled a condom from his wallet, prepped it, then snapped it into place. “Stand up and spread your legs for me.” He didn’t need to say another word. They always do what I ask.

  An excited squeal left her lips. Quickly, she stood and moved her legs apart as he inched closer against her. He reached around her and pushed her against him before he cupped her firm butt. Nice. As he lifted her, she wrapped her long, lean legs securely around his waist.

  He slid himself deep inside. With a contented sigh, he put his lips over hers.

  The head of his cock bathed in her wet heat. She was moist, the inside of her mound as wet as an oil slick. His body pulsated through his swollen and rigid flesh. He rocked inside her. She groaned in between kisses. The sweet sound of ecstasy left her lips, and he came in violent succession. With both of their breathing uneasy, he gently placed her feet back on the floor.

  “That was awesome.” She patted her skirt back into place.

  “Yes, it was.” He brushed a wisp of sweat-ridden hair from his face. If that’s so, then why do I feel so empty? The question always surfaced right after he screwed someone, no matter how good the lay.

  If he could just learn how to deaden his feelings, life would be perfect. Fucking grandiose.

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  She reached down and touched his cock while looking up at him.

  “Do you need some help taking the condom off?” A seductive smile curved his lips. “No. I believe I can handle removing it myself.”

  He rid himself of the protection and arched an eyebrow as she began humming some familiar tune under her breath.

  “Okay,” she said in a singsong voice. “I guess we should be going. Did you want my number?”

  “Sure, honey, you can leave me your number.” He winked at her before zipping up his pants, listening a little more closely to the sound coming from her lips.

  She was humming “SexyBack” by Justin Timberlake. He coughed a laugh back. SexyBack. Yes, I am. She was sweet, not to mention she just let him have her. The least he could do was pretend he was interested, but he had no intention to call her.

  She pulled out a piece of Hello Kitty paper and a fuzzy pink pen from her small black clutch. “I live with my boyfriend, so don’t leave a message if I don’t answer.”

  No doubt the vamp boyfriend who left in an uproar earlier. She didn’t need to worry, because he wouldn’t be calling anytime soon.

  To be totally honest, he never planned to call. The paper with her number would soon find a new home in the trash bin in front of the club. “Come on, I’ll walk you to your car.” Realization of some kind flashed across her face. She batted fake, dark eyelashes at Jordan. “Actually, I don’t have a car. My boyfriend took the car when he stormed out of here.” He smirked and then pulled her hand into his. “How about I give you a ride home?” His gaze moved over her. “Or I can call you a cab.”

  “You can give me a ride,” she said without an ounce of hesitation.

  Before leaving, he stopped by the bar for Tanner and then herded the trio toward the exit.

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  Outside, Jenna laced her fingers securely around his. Tanner leveled a confused look at him, but he smiled, that smile that made the women melt in his hand, and slipped her fingers into his other hand before he popped the small piece of paper with Jenna’s information into the blue trash bin.

  Jenna was cute, but he didn’t feel anything out of the ordinary for her. On the other hand, though, he was grateful she relieved the pressure between his legs. There were many women he could approach to help him with that need. And these days, that’s all it was, a need. Sadness rubbed his heart, prompting him to look toward the full moon illuminating the ebony sky. His body and mind had forgotten long ago what it felt like to truly love a woman he was having sex with. It was better that way.

  When they’d finally reached his black Mercedes Kompressor, he unlocked both doors simultaneously, and they slid inside. Jenna evil-eyed Tanner, who sat quiet as a mouse in the backseat. Looking through the front mirror, Tanner’s expression was hard for Jordan to read.

  “Jenna, darlin’, where am I taking you?” He pulled out of the parking lot and onto Magnolia Avenue. After hitting the air-conditioning button on the console, he cranked the air to high.

  September in Orlando was sweltering this year. Even though it was past midnight, the humidity was still potent. His back was soaked with sweat, and the fact that he was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeve, black shirt didn’t help matters, either. He could take his shirt off, but then that would cause other problems. Two women, one willing, the other, well, a bit scared.

  “I don’t know,” she said through her glares. “You could take me home with you.” She gazed at him through dreamy eyes.

  No, I don’t think so. But, with a grin, he nodded. “I believe we have upset your boyfriend enough for one night. Don’t you think?

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  A cute smile raised her rosy cheeks. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.

  I’m going to have to make it up to him with some great sex.” Yes. There was no doubt in Jordan’s mind that she would be able to do it.

  “So, where are we headed?” he asked again.

  “I live in the Lakes Apartments in Rosemont.” She laid her head against the headrest. “What event do you and Tanner have to attend?” He glanced at Tanner. She cracked a smile, then bashfully lowered her gaze. “A sanguinarian party.”

  “I like parties.” Jenna placed her hand on his knee.

  “I’m sure you do, darlin’, but this party is private.”

  “Fine. But next time you better include me.” Jordan nodded. “Sure thing. Next time.” He veered the car onto the I-4 interstate toward the east. Within twenty minutes, they pulled into her apartment complex.

  “I live in building six,” she said as he drove around the office toward the back o
f the parking lot. Once he passed the kidney-shaped pool, building six was in view. Easing his foot off the gas, he pulled into a space directly in front of the building.

  “Here you go, darlin’.”

  She reached over and touched her warm lips to his cheek. “I had a great time tonight. Call me sometime.” Hesitation held her in place.

  “You better call me for the next blood party.” With that, she slid her body out of the car and softly closed the door behind her.

  When she’d disappeared, he motioned for Tanner to take the seat next to him and then drove the distance to his condominium on the south side of town.

  With the thought of bloodletting soon, he drove the rest of the way home with the windows down, Tanner at his side, and breathed in the aroma of fresh oranges from the blooming magnolia trees that lined South Semoran Avenue. Ozzy Osbourne’s song “Crazy Train” blared from the eight-inch woofers. A thought that he should be happy and feel fulfilled with his life flitted through his mind. After all, he had a

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  cute blood doll sitting beside him who would soon replenish his pranic energy, and most likely his loins a few more times.

  But the funny part was, he wasn’t.

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  Chapter Two

  Mia Christini watched her best friend, Cindi, slide into skintight black jeans she wished she had the courage to wear. Cindi’s slightly curved, petite frame filled the pants as if they were designed especially for her. The low-cut black lace tank showed just enough cleavage, making her size-A cup appear larger than life. Mia’s hourglass frame made her self-conscious to wear tight-fitting clothes.

  With so-called measurements of a brick fucking house, at least that’s what her boss whispered in her ear days ago, tank tops like Cindi’s made her chest look massive, as if it were erupting from some dormant volcano.