"Oh, for fuck's sake, will you two give it a rest," Sebastian snaps as he walks in on us. "If I have to hear you – or see you, for that matter – fucking again, I am just going to have to join in."
We ignore him, lost in each other and not caring that he is there. We finish together at the same time, moaning into each other’s mouths, as we never break our kiss.
"I'm hungry," I murmur.
He obligingly tilts his head. I drop my fangs and feed from him.
"Jesus. Now I'm horny and hungry," Sebastian informs us as he comes to stand next to us. "Time to share."
"Sorry, Sebastian. No can do. Her husband has a rule," he says, anything but apologetic as he snickers, and we tumble back into his bedroom with a loud slam to the door. Our laughter resounding through the apartment, as we start all over again.
A girl could get used to happy CK.
CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
I awake some time later, alone, to the sound of my buzzing phone. I pick it up, noting it is also alone and check the screen. It's Cole.
"Hey, baby," I murmur huskily.
"Hey. Everything okay?" he asks.
"Yes, it's good."
"Oh, good," he says surprised, obviously expecting a long diatribe on my misery.
"Yes, we have sorted out our issues," I say but then remember Devon and my happy drops a thousand notches. "Erm, but I do have something else to tell you."
"Oh? What?" he asks warily.
"Devon's left me," I say and choke back a sob.
"What do you mean left you?" he asks, concerned. "Gone back to L.A.?"
"Well, yes, he has gone back to L.A., but to get away from me," I say miserably.
"Get away from you? What did you do to him?" he asks.
I am slightly insulted that he thinks I did something to him on purpose. "Nothing," I snap. "This is just our way. I did tell you that charges always leave their sires."
"But you also said they come back. He'll be back soon. He's probably just pissed off about something. Don't worry about it, my love," he says reassuringly.
"I don't know. He sounded pretty resolute. He doesn't want to see or speak to me but please, don't let that stop you from bonding with him. Just try and avoid mentioning this situation and me, when you talk to him. Okay?"
"Okay," he says but I don't think he actually, truly realizes how devastating this news is to me. I change the subject briskly.
"How are things up there?"
"Wet," he grouses, and I chuckle. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, baby. I'll come up on Friday this weekend, okay? It's only a couple of days away."
"Good," he sounds happy with that.
"Are you feeding regularly?"
"Yes ma'am," he says in a southern drawl. "Dawn is great."
Great, eh?