I grinned as I continued the friction on his hand. “An experiment. You tend to warm up the more you touch me, so I thought maybe I could warm you up before you touch Ben and Tracey.”
He rolled his eyes and shook his head, then gave me a lopsided grin. “I could think of warmer places to shove my hand,” he huskily told me.
I stopped rubbing his hand and debated whether I should smack him or kiss him. Deciding we didn’t have time for the latter, I smacked him on the arm. He laughed while I brought his hand to my cheek. I sighed at the slightly warmer feel of it and he smiled watching me. “There, nearly human.”
He shook his head, adoration in his eyes. “That’s my motto,” he murmured. He leaned down to kiss me and I let myself get lost in it for a moment. But then we started getting too lost in it and I had to push him back when he started to move over the top off me. Pulling away from his mouth, I muttered, “We have a show time to make.” It came out a little breathlessly.
Pressing against me he muttered, “We have time.”
I bit my lip, but laughed and pushed him away from me. He gave me a disappointed face and I laughed harder, pushing him all the way off me. “You really are so incredibly easy,” I giggled as he helped me stand.
He made an affronted noise and grabbed his wallet from his nightstand. “I’ll have you know,” he pointed down to his jeans, “these are actually very difficult to get into.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “In fact, only one girl can.”
I laughed and walked over to him, slinging my arms around his neck. “Good,” I said, giving him a soft kiss.
He pulled back, his pale eyes sparkling, just a bit too mischievously. “Yeah, I promise I won’t tell her about you.”
I gasped and brought my arm back to smack him soundly in the chest, but he blurred out of the room. “Chicken,” I yelled out the open door. I heard laughter answer me, but he was probably already downstairs. “Smartass,” I muttered, knowing full well he heard me.
We pulled into the theater lot a moment later and holding hands, strolled into the lobby. We spotted Tracey and Hot Ben instantly, as they had their mouths all over each other, and grinning, we walked over to say hi.
Tracey waved hello to us when she noticed our approach and I clenched Teren’s hand tighter. We approached the eerily, equally attractive couple, his sculpted face and highlighted hair a compliment to her curves and blonde flowing mane. The 2 of them were almost more pleasing to look at when they stood together. Tracey’s big blue eyes brightened when she took in Teren; she hadn’t seen him in awhile. Ben either, for that matter, and, as he and Teren were sort of friends, he was the first to greet him.
“Hey, man, glad you’re back.” He clapped Teren on the shoulder, one arm still around Tracey. I exhaled and relaxed a smidge.
Tracey giggled and leaned over to give Teren a quick one-armed hug. “Oh,” she squeaked, “cold outside, isn’t it?” She brought her hand to Hot Ben’s chest and rested her head against his shoulder. “I’m glad your dad’s okay, Teren,” she said, and Ben nodded beside her.
“Yeah, if he ever needs help again,” he smiled dazzlingly, “I’d love to try working on a ranch.”
Teren grinned and shot me a look. “Thank you, but I think that, uh…problem, won’t come up again.” I started to laugh, and switched it to a cough into my hand. Teren squeezed my waist and I relaxed into his side, happy that everyone was oblivious to what that really meant, and happy that the horrid moment he’d just joked about, was a moment that we finally could joke about. A moment that was gratefully over. “Shall we?” Teren indicated the ticket line and laughing at being together again, we bought our tickets.
After the movie, we headed to a bar, where we all sat in a noisy corner and Teren faked sipping his dark bottled beer. As you couldn’t see through the glass at how much was left, no one suspected that he wasn’t actually drinking it. Relaxing even more, as our deception started getting easier, and honestly, Tracey and Ben started getting drunker, I decided it was time to up that joyous feeling.
To interrupt the conversations around me, I noisily clinked a spoon from a nearby table against my Shirley Temple glass. Tracey and Hot Ben stopped giggling into each other’s sides and turned their heads to look at me. Teren grinned and chuckled as he knew what I was about to do.
“Um…guys.” They both grinned and blinked at me and I thought we may have to give them a ride home. “Teren and I have some news.” We looked at each other and he smiled softly and grabbed my hand. Not looking back at Tracey and Hot Ben, I said to Teren, “We’re getting married.”
I heard the incredibly loud shriek from Tracey and watched Teren wince and close his eyes; that probably had been exceedingly loud to him. Twisting my head, I watched a half-drunk Tracey try and maul me over the table. Laughing, I stood up so she could hug me. She jumped up and down, squealing, and every head in the bar turned at the commotion. Trying to shush her, I added, “We’d like you guys to stand up with us.”
At that point, she collapsed into my arms and started sobbing; I took that as a yes. Ben more calmly stood up to hug me around his girlfriend, and then clasped Teren’s hand, who was now standing by my side, watching Tracey sob in my arms with an amused grin on his face. Ben congratulated us both and said he’d be honoured. Tracey finally pulled back at that and slurringly said that she’d be honoured too. Then she looked behind me at Teren and started sobbing all over again as she let go of me and reached out for him. I tensed, but honestly, she was so tipsy, he could have had icicles dripping from his nose and she wouldn’t have noticed. She clung to him, sobbing on his shoulder and murmuring congratulations, until Ben finally pulled her back to her seat.
Sniffing and wiping her nose, she hiccuped and asked, “When are you guys going to do it? Spring? Summer?”
I grinned in my excitement and said, “The 19th.”
She looked at me blankly. “Of which month?”
I frowned and furrowed my brow. “Of this month.”
Her face dropped as her mouth fell open. “This month? Jesus, Emma, that’s only a couple of weeks away. How about a longer heads up.” She shook her head and took a sip of her drink. Pausing, she muttered, “Why so fast? You pregnant or something?”
I flushed and attempted to shake my head, but she saw the colour in my cheeks and sputtered on her drink. “Holy shit, you are!”
I sighed that I was a complete failure at keeping my secret off my face. I guess I was just too thrilled about it. Giving up, I shrugged and grinned as idiotically as I wanted to. “Yes, I am.”
Her earlier exclamation was near silent in comparison to her new one. I thought we might get kicked out with the angry glares we were getting, and Teren actually brought his hands up to rub his temples. I suspected his hearing may be slightly less supernatural after tonight.
She didn’t even give me the chance to let me stand again before she stumbled over to my side and sat on my seat with me, flinging her arms around me and crying again. “I knew it was weird that you were drinking a Shirley Temple.”
I laughed and hugged her back, glad that most of our secrets were out. Ben stood up to give Teren a brief hug, not commenting on his chilliness, and then we spent the rest of the night going over the upcoming nuptials.
As our foursome was walking back to Teren’s car later, after he’d agreed that we should take the sloppily drunk Tracey, and the slightly less drunk Ben, home, Teren suddenly stopped walking and looked down an alley. Furrowing his brow and cocking his head, he ignored the sounds of the two giggling people in our group and focused on something down the alley. My heart started beating harder as I whispered, “What is it?”
“I don’t…” His blue eyes narrowed and he took a step towards the dark crack between the two buildings.
Panicked, I grabbed his elbow. He twisted to look at me and I roughly shook my head at him. “Don’t you dare, Teren. You stay here…with me.” I searched his eyes until he finally nodded.
Looking back to the alley, he shook his head. “I don’t hear it anymore anyway.”
As Tracey and Hot Ben laughed and bumped into the back of us, I asked him, “What did you hear?”
He grabbed my hand and shook his head, starting to walk down the street to his car. “I’m not sure, it was really faint.” I swallowed - really faint to Teren was really faint. He noticed my reaction and grinned nonchalantly, bringing me closer to his side. “It was probably nothing.” His other hand went to his head. ”I’m practically deaf now anyway.” He made a motion like he was trying to clean out his ear and I laughed, my fears momentarily tempered by his humour.
I drove Teren’s Prius with Tracey beside me while Teren followed us in Hot Ben’s SUV. Tracey chatted the entire time we drove them to Ben’s house. She briefly talked about my pregnancy, a little belligerently angry that I didn’t tell her immediately, and then she switched to the wedding. She had seen a bridesmaid dress last week that would be perfect, and she wanted to go buy it tomorrow. I told her that was fine; I didn’t care what her and my sister wore, I didn’t even care what colours they wore. She giggled and described it in detail. I laughed a little when she told me it was blood red. How perfect. I told her I’d call Ashley and we’d all go and find one for her too.
After dropping them off at Hot Ben’s apartment, and making sure the drunken couple would be okay for the rest of the night (which, as they started getting handy in the entryway, I thought the rest of their night would be just fine), Teren and I made our way home. We got a little handy in the entryway as well, and actually ended up stumbling half-dressed into his obligatory piano room, having a bit of an intimate moment on the bench in front of his baby grand.
We fell asleep down there, with our feet up on the bench and a blanket from a nearby chair draped across our bare bodies. After the intensity died down, Spike had found us and nestled in-between us, and I sighed happily in my sleep at our odd little family.
The next morning, I awoke to a steaming cup of cocoa placed on the floor by my head. An amused Teren was squatting behind it when I cracked my eyes open. He indicated where I was sprawled out on the floor, half of me underneath the piano bench and Spike nestled close into my side. “You move all this way…to have a slumber party on my floor?”
I grinned and chuckled as I stretched out the kinks in my body, Spike stirring beside me and licking my shoulder. “I didn’t hear you complaining last night,” I muttered between yawns.
He smirked and leaned down to kiss me. “I had nothing to complain about.” He sighed as he pulled away. “I have to go…I’ll see you tonight.”
He kissed me again and I playfully pulled him into me. He grunted as he lost his balance and the top half of him fell on the top half of me. He started laughing as Spike yelped and darted out of the room, but my appetite had sprung back up and I wasn’t in a laughing mood. I wasn’t letting up with the affectionate kisses either. His laughter died as well, as his humour switched to something else. He eagerly returned my ardent touches, his hands moving under the blanket to caress my bare skin. That hand went straight down to between my thighs and slid against me. I was ready for him again, already, and I moaned in his mouth as he worked his hand over me. Dropping his head to my shoulder he muttered, “Emma…I don’t have time for this…”
My response was a nonverbal one as I groaned and arched against his hand, feeling the heat his icy touch created, rising in me already. His body leaning against mine shifted so he could press his hips against my leg. His mouth came back to mine, nearly attacking me, and as his hand continued stoking my fire, he brought his thumb into the equation, circling it around my sensitive core as his fingers worked inside of me. I gasped and pulled at the top half of him leaning over me. My hands were everywhere - in his hair, pulling on his clothes, trying to pull him on top of me, even though that stupid bench was in the way.
He murmured something about really needing to go and as I was nearly exploding, I breathlessly begged, “Please, don’t…stop.”
He groaned and slipped another finger in and I cried out as the pleasure ripped through me. His breath fast in my ear, he panted, “This is killing me. I need…something, Emma.”
Without thinking about it, I brought my wrist to his mouth. He didn’t hesitate at what I offered him. His free hand held my arm and he bit down, easily puncturing the skin. That was all I needed too. My release instantly burst through me, and I cried out with the force of it. He made several short moaning noises as he drank while I came. As his fingers and mouth slowed, I felt drained and satisfied, on multiple levels. Eventually he licked the wounds closed on my wrist and removed his fingers from inside my body; he licked those too. Still breathing slightly heavy, he pulled back to gaze at me with unfocused eyes.
My own breath heavy, I ran a hand down his face, wiping a speck of blood off his lip. “Holy hell, Teren. Can we wake up like that every day?”
He grinned and laughed, leaning in for a quick peck as his teeth retracted. “Now, I really do have to go. I love you.”
I held onto his arm as he stood. “I love you too.” He grinned as he looked down on me, lightly shaking his head as he turned to leave the room. He called out another goodbye and then I heard the door shutting. I sighed as I reached over for my miraculously not toppled over hot chocolate, thinking I really, really loved living here.
Later at work, I broke the news of my upcoming wedding to Clarice and the rest of my coworkers. I broke the news because a still bubbly (even with a hangover) Tracey wouldn’t shut up about it. Clarice overheard us talking about dress shopping later and I cheerily confessed my plans. She gave me a three second smile before flatly saying, “You don’t have any more vacation time, so I hope you weren’t planning on a honeymoon.”
Mentally I rolled my eyes, but I happily replied with, “No, we sort of already had our honeymoon.” I smiled at the memory of all the weeks we’d spent at the ranch and Clarice walked away, muttering something about that being a good thing. I did not mention to her that I’d be taking maternity leave before the year was up, and I made Tracey promise to do the same. I sort of had the feeling that that would drive Clarice over the edge.
After work, Tracey and I carpooled in my cute bug and we picked up my sister before heading to the dress shop. It was a quaint little wedding boutique and I bit my lip as we walked past the pure white beauties in the window. Tracey and Ashley both laughed at my reaction and Ash muttered that it was sort of hypocritical for me to wear white, when I was already pregnant. I smacked her arm while Tracey laughed her agreeableness.
Smiling, we all entered the shop together. Ash and Tracey quickly found the dress Trace had picked out, and both had squealed with delight when they found a similar one for Ashley to try on. I was a little nervous for my sister, but the floor length dress had long sleeves and a high neckline, and would cover most of her scarred body. I was a little surprised that Tracey had even liked the conservative style when I saw it on the rack, but then they both tried them on, and I understood. It was very form fitted, and clung to their bodies in such a way, that they both may as well have been naked. We had my sister’s altered, so it was just a tad looser on her, and then I started trying on dresses, just for fun.
It was the third one I tried and I knew it was the one. It lightly trailed on the floor with a short train behind it. The sleeves were an intricate, see-through lace design with pearls stitched along the seams. The front was almost corset looking, but the respectable kind, with crisscrossing strips of satin emphasising all of the assets that Teren adored, especially now that those assets had started to swell out a little. The back had a cutout shape of a heart between my shoulder blades and a row of pears lining my spine. The whole thing was elegant and a touch sexy and cost more than all my pant-suits combined. But it was perfect, and already fit me with no real adjustments needed. It seemed like a no brainer to me, so I ended up leaving that wedding boutique with dresses for the girls and a dress for me.
I had Ash hide the dress for me at her place, which was my old place. After I’d moved out, Teren and I had eagerly helped her move in. My mom had objected at first, claiming the steep stairs were too challenging for her, as some of her joints were a little stiff, but Ash had rolled her eyes and told her that she was nearly 20 and wanted to try living on her own. Mom couldn’t really object to that, so she’d halfheartedly helped us change her over.
Ash loved it. She loved the independence and loved having friends from school over at any hour, not having to worry about waking Mom, and she’d confessed that she hoped to have a boy or two over. I smiled at that and hoped she did too. I hated the idea of her looks keeping her from the love she so deserved. That fear had led me to ask Teren to change her once, which he’d adamantly refused. But as I listened to her talk and heard the growing confidence in her voice, I suddenly heard a woman emerging from inside that scarred body, and I was positive that someday, some man would hear that woman too, and love her regardless.
I was smiling over that thought as I came back to my new modern looking two-story home, with a breathtaking view of the ocean, out the wall of windows in the living room. Sunsets here were truly spectacular and I couldn’t wait for the late days of summer, so Teren and I could sit out here every evening and enjoy them together. A thrill shot through me as I realised that Teren and I would be married by then, we’d be husband and wife. Then a frown hit me. I’d also be the size of a house by then. We’d have to check the weight limit on his deck.
Teren disrupted my thoughts by easily picking me up and carting me off to the kitchen. He plopped me down at a chair by the kitchen table and asked about my shopping trip while he prepped a plate for me. My stomach rumbled as I eyed the steaming pile of lasagna before me, and not waiting for him to join me, I hungrily dug in, telling him all the details about the trip that I could. I mentioned I found a dress for me, but kept back the details of it. He could wait.
He laughed at my hunger as he poured a glass of blood for himself from the steaming carafe, eerily similar to the kind his mom used at the ranch. He sat next to me, leaning back casually in his chair as he sipped his dinner. I watched him while I ate, wondering how a liquid diet could possibly be as satisfying as the calorie-leaden food currently plopping into mine. He watched me with an odd grin as I watched him. Taking a break from inhaling my food, I asked, “Do you miss it?”
He tilted his head as he took another sip. “Miss what?”
I raised a forkful of cheesy goodness. “Food. Real food. Well, human food.” Human food which I continued to shovel down my throat with abandon.
He grinned lopsidedly and then shook his head. “No.” His pale eyes pulled away from my mouth to look into mine. “Surprisingly, no, I don’t miss it.” He shrugged his shoulders and indicated my plate with his glass. “It doesn’t even sound good anymore.”
I smiled that at least he didn’t miss something that he couldn’t have anymore. I mean, he couldn’t exactly digest the incredibly heavy food I was starting to get full on. “Well, that’s good that you don’t have to endure a lifelong…yearning.” I shrugged and then laughed at my choice of words.
He laughed too and took a long drink of the blood, closing his eyes as he relished it. Slowly he opened them, the blue depths looking as satisfied as mine probably did. “No, I don’t yearn…for that.” He grinned devilishly, his fangs only intensifying the look, and I felt a flush creep into my cheeks.
He took a long draw of his drink and then smiled contently. “Besides, you wouldn’t believe how good this is.” He closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath. A concerned look entered his face as he cracked an eye open. “Not as tasty as you, of course.”
I laughed around a mouthful of food that he was actually concerned that I’d be offended that he enjoyed his cow drink more than he enjoyed me. I raised my wrist, the bandage on it reminding me vividly of this morning. A slow smile spread on his face as he remembered it too. “Oh, I know that, Teren. Don’t worry, you make that painfully clear.” I smirked on the end of that and he chuckled as he took another sip.
Then his eyes grew speculative and he cocked his head at me. Slowly he said, “Do you… Would you…want to try it?” He extended his glass to me.
My eyes widened at that and my stomach tightened. Ew. Why would he think I wanted to try that? “No, Teren…gross.” His eyebrow lifted at that and I quickly amended with, “No offense.” He laughed, and started to pull his glass back.
As he did, a fragrance hit me that I’d never smelled before. I grabbed his hand, and pulled the glass back to me. I inhaled the top of it while Teren scrunched his brows again. It smelled better than the meal I was ingesting. My mouth started to water as I imagined that thick, warm, fragrant liquid running down my throat. Grossed out at my own desires, I shoved his hand away from me and plugged my nose to keep that delicious smell back. “Oh my god, Teren.”
He tilted his head as he took a sip. “That bad?” he asked.
I shook my head. “No…that good.” I made a disgusted face and he laughed at seeing it.
Extending the glass again, he said, “Are you sure you don’t want to try it?”
I forcefully shook my head. “Ew, no.” He shook his head, chuckling at me while I frowned at his reaction. “Hey, it’s not me that wants it.” I placed a hand on my stomach, hoping the hormones in my body were really what were causing my craving. “These little bloodsuckers are the culprits.”
He busted out laughing at that and stood at the table to lean over and give me a deep kiss. The blood on his tongue…was fabulous, and I hated myself for enjoying it. Pulling away, he sat back down and tilted back the rest of his dinner. “You’re adorable, Emma.” He gave me a love filled gaze. “Don’t ever change,” he whispered. I did flush at that and smiled shyly as I finished the rest of my meal.
When I was done, Teren cleaned up after me, sweeping my plate away as speedily as his mom did. Before I could stand to join him in the adjoining kitchen, he’d blurred back to the table and set a box right in front of me. I stared at it, seeing the small, velvet encased container, knowing perfectly well what fit inside boxes that size. My eyes started to water as I continued to stare at the thing.
Teren squatted by my side, his voice soft in my ear while I was entranced. “It has occurred to me, that in the rush of all of this, I’ve missed a step.” His hand reached out for mine but I still couldn’t tear my eyes away from that box. My heart was hammering.
“I love you so much, Emma. I know we’ve rushed things, but I wouldn’t change a second of our time together.” I finally tore my eyes away and looked at him, a tear finally dropping to my cheek. His eyes were overly wet as he gazed back at me. The level of love on his face took my breath away.
He rubbed the back of my hand as he searched my face. “I know we don’t have the kind of time together that I wish we could have.” He shook his head lightly. “I would keep you for all of eternity, if I could, if I could keep you just like you are.” His other hand came up to rest on my heart and I understood the reference. He meant if he could keep me mostly human, like I was now, but immortal, like him. I swallowed back the emotion as more tears fell on my cheeks. A tear fell from his as he continued. “But, even still, I will live every day that you have, trying to make you happy. And I won’t ever take our time together for granted.”
He swallowed as another tear dropped from his eye. With an achingly adorable smile, he moved his hand from my heart and opened the tiny box. In it, was the most incredible ring I’d ever seen. The diamond was round, flawless, and huge. The platinum band it was set in was lined on either side, all the way around the band, with small, blood-red rubies. I let out a soft sob at the symbolism. The ring was the perfect representation of him and me. Gently sliding the ring up the finger of my left hand, he whispered, “Will you marry me, Emma Taylor?”
I could barely speak through the sobs, but my nodding and throwing myself into his lap was pretty much answer enough. I was a little startled at how emotional the actual proposal was to me, to both of us really. I mean, we’d already decided to get married, and picked a date, and I even picked out a dress today. But him placing that ring on my finger…something about that, made it all finally seem real, and I could not stop the torrent of tears.
God, I love this man.
To Be Continued on Next Chapter… … …
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CHAPTER 5
Between my mom and Ashley coming over 3 to 4 times a week to go over wedding details (and visit Spike), finally catching up on the backlog at work, tracking the babies progression daily on a baby calendar (they were the size of limes now), and somehow fitting in Christmas shopping, those first couple weeks of December flew by.
Teren and I had gone out to the ranch the weekend before, helping Alanna make sure everything was prepped, but upon arrival, we’d realised that our visit really wasn’t necessary. Well, I realised that. Teren had been telling me the whole trip up that we were just going for a friendly visit, that they’d have everything good to go already. And they had. Alanna showed me the rooms containing all the decorations, just waiting for the following weekend. She showed me the flowers that she and the girls had arranged and were being stored in their massive fridge, since they didn’t need to keep a whole lot of food in there. I shook my head when they told me that their hired hand, Peter, had even become an ordained minister…just so he could marry us. They really had thought of everything.
We’d spent the entire weekend just relaxing, visiting with his family and talking about the two biggest events upcoming in my life - the wedding and the children. They had all taken turns with their heads against my stomach, relishing the sound of life within me. I again felt that jealousy that they could hear what I couldn’t, but I pushed it back. I’d hear those heartbeats again soon enough.
That last week before the wedding weekend had been filled with tracking RSVPs, getting the final accessories and having everyone’s dresses fitted one last time. As I felt like I was slightly bigger than when I’d tried it on, I worried that my dress wouldn’t fit me. Luckily, it had, and Ashley had carefully packed it in her bag for the trip.
Before I could really stress about the upcoming ceremony, it was the Thursday morning before the wedding. It was also my last day of work before the wedding. Much to Clarice’s annoyance, Tracey had gifted me one of her days off, and she and I were done in eight short little hours. The entire wedding party - Ash, Tracey, and Hot Ben - were going to spend the entire weekend out at the ranch with us. I was a touch nervous about that, but what had my stomach in knots on this beautiful, crisp December morning, was the fact that the girls were taking me out for a bit of ‘last time your single’ girl fun and Ben and some of Teren’s coworkers…were taking him out.
I wasn’t in the least bit worried that he’d do the whole ‘one last screw before your tied down’ thing, Teren was much too loyal for that, but I was worried about him “drinking” all night with a group of guys. I obviously had an excuse not to drink, but Teren didn’t really, and bachelor parties usually didn’t stop until the groom was passed out in his own vomit.
I had no idea what he was going to do.
When I asked him about it before he left for work, he shook his head at me and said, “I’ve been acting human for a really long time, Emma.” With a raised eyebrow he added, “I even know how to play drunk.” I sighed as he left, but mentally grinned, wishing I could watch Teren act like an idiot to fool his friends. Shaking my head, I prepared for my last day of work as Emma Taylor.
Clarice made no comment over the fact (no surprise, really), and I wondered if she even remembered why I was taking a long weekend. Tracey however, brought it up every 5 minutes and was practically giddy as she described the club she wanted to take me to tonight. Ashley went to lunch with us and blushed heavily when Tracey started gushing about these male dancers she’d seen there a few months ago. I sighed and rolled my eyes, already a little tired at the prospect.
But I should have known that Tracey would make the night…memorable for me. She’d gotten us as all wedding veils to wear - her, Ashley, my mom (which really made the night interesting for me, at seeing my mom drool over hot, nearly naked guys), a few other friends from work and the gym, and me - and positioned us all right in front of the stage.
Now, I wasn’t one to get all hot and bothered over a guy thrusting his hips in front of my face…even if the body was ridiculously defined, but watching my friends and family get sloppily drunk , and more and more friendly with said guys, was enough to have me in a nearly constant stage of gut busting laughter. It got especially intense, when the tallest, darkest-skinned man I’d ever seen, came over with a remarkably attractive Latino, and started dual grinding my mom. Oh my god, I’ve never laughed so hard.
When the most attractive man in the place focused his attentions on my wildly blushing sister, I nearly cried for her. I could tell at the way her eyes never left him that she liked him, and he never once looked at her any differently than any of the other women, even admittedly hot Tracey. He treated Ashley the same, or maybe even a little better, as everyone else. I tipped him obscenely well for that.
As the night went on, and I took my bachelorette attentions with as much dignity as I could, sipping on my plain ginger ale, I started to wonder how Teren was fairing with Hot Ben and the guys. I thought about texting him, but then thought better of it. That might look like I was checking up on him to his friends, like I didn’t trust him or something. And I couldn’t have trusted him more. My concern had nothing to do with a woman.
As we piled into the limo Tracey had rented for the night, and I checked my phone to check the time, I saw several awaiting texts that I’d missed while in the loud club. With nervous knots in my stomach, I opened them as Tracey plopped down beside me.
“Who’s that from?” she muttered drunkenly, as she looked over my shoulder.
I tried to shield the phone, but I was too worried to really do it very well. I just knew something was wrong. I opened the first one without answering Tracey. It simply read, ‘I love you. Have a good night.’
I smiled and relaxed fractionally as I opened the second one. ‘Love you, just got to the club.’ They had gone to a strip club, of course.
The next one made me smile.
‘Ben bought shots…and lap dances. I turned down the latter.’
“Hey, what’s that say about Ben?” Tracey asked over my shoulder and I quickly opened the next one.
‘Miss yuo…’
I grinned at his purposely misspelled message. Tracey frowned. “Either I’m drunk, or he’s drunk.” She giggled at his next message. ‘I cannot wait be you husband.’
She lightly bumped against my shoulder as the rest of our group clued in on what we were doing. “What’s up, Em?” Ashley asked.
Tracey answered for me, “Teren drunk texted her.” Ashley raised her eyebrows at that, knowing perfectly well that Teren couldn’t get “drunk.” I lightly smiled and shook my head at her, reading the next one. Tracey busted up laughing and I turned bright red. [I]‘Can’t wait to fuck you.’[\I]
Oh, I was so smacking him for that one. Teren didn’t generally talk to me like that…and, while I kind of liked it, I knew he’d done it mainly to amuse my girlfriends. Drunk texting. Just another form of his near constant charade to convince the world he was just a typical guy. How little the world knew.
Tracey beside me was doubled over with laughter as she repeated the text to the entire car. Everyone joined in on the laughs, my mom including, which made my blush deepen and I considered reading the rest when I was alone. Tracey jerked the phone away though and typed in a quick reply. I could only imagine what she’d just told him. Before I could get the phone back, she opened and read the last one. ‘Ben’s sick…going home.’
I smiled when I saw the message was just ten minutes ago, he’d be home when I got home. Tracey frowned though. “Ben’s sick?” She looked over at me, peeved. “How am I supposed to have drunk sex, if he’s sick?” She stuck her lip out as she handed me back my phone. “Jerk off,” she muttered, crossing her arms over her chest.
The laughing car turned their attention to her and I relaxed. Teren was right, he could fake being drunk, and, except for Hot Ben, everything was fine.
When I finally did get home, I found him in our bedroom with his head tilted to the side, listening intently to something. I knew it wasn’t me, since I was clearly in the room with him, and I furrowed my brow for a second. Then he shifted his attention to me and the look of concentration faded as he grinned at me like an idiot. My confusion fell off of me as I took in the adorable look on his face. I raised an eyebrow curiously, as I set my purse down on my nightstand. “What?” I said quietly.
His grin not leaving him, he raised his phone in his hand, the text Tracey had sent open on the screen. Not looking the least bit drunk, since of course, he wasn’t, his grin turned devilish. “Really? You’re gonna do…that, to me tonight?”
I causally walked up to him standing next to our bed and glanced at his phone. Seeing what Tracey had told him I’d do, my cheeks heated, but looking back at his eager face, I tilted my head and gave him a seductive grin. Not answering him, I simply dropped to my knees.
Teren had the most adorable grin on his face as we got ready to leave for the ranch early the next morning. I really wasn’t sure if his grin was because we were getting married tomorrow, or because of what I’d done for him last night. I couldn’t keep the grin off my face as I thought about that. Tracey would be so proud of me.
We picked up my sister and then met the others at a gas station on the edge of town. Tracey had on the darkest sunglasses I’d ever seen, and her face was the look of someone who’d already thrown up a couple times this morning. I did sympathise with her; I’d thrown up a couple times this morning as well, just for completely different reasons. We leaned up against each other companionably as Teren filled up his car.
Ashley slung her arm through mine, looking tired, but not nearly as green as Tracey; she hadn’t nearly overdone it as much as Trace, or Hot Ben for that matter. The 3 of us girls watched Teren laugh at Ben and smack him on the shoulder. Ben winced in pain, his eyes covered by equally dark glasses and a hand on his stomach, like he was going to lose it on Teren’s shoes. I laughed, remembering what Teren had confessed to me this morning. He’d sneakily switched out all of his drinks for Hot Ben’s empty ones. The rest of the guys had either been so drunk, or distracted by the nearly nude girls, that no one had even noticed.
Ben had unknowingly drunken all of his drinks and Teren’s as well. It was a miracle that boy could still stand. I told Teren it was a good thing Tracey was never going to find out about that; she’d stake him for sure.
Eventually, Teren explained to a slow looking Ben the general area of where we were going, and Ben shuffled off to his car with an equally slow looking Tracey. As Ashley and I got back in Teren’s car, I hoped that Ben could maintain focus long enough to not lose Teren on the highway.
Surprisingly, we all made it to the ranch together. As both cars drove down the super long gravel driveway, we passed under the huge, white wooden arch proclaiming the family name and I sighed contently, knowing I’d soon be a part of that family. Maybe recognising what my sigh meant, my sister reached up from the seat behind me and slung her arms around my neck. We both giggled while Teren smiled at us.
As we got closer to the spread, I shook my head lightly and took in the beauty that was the Adams ranch. Sitting between the foothills, at the base of Mount Diablo, it was as close to idyllic as one could get. Green trees filled in the cracks between the valleys, where water obviously gathered in streams and pools. Teren and Ben would probably be spending some time this weekend fishing in those watery spots, regardless of the chill in the air. Boys would tolerate all sorts of adverse conditions for their hobbies. Men were weird that way.
Various coloured cows lazily munched on some long tan grass, watching us as we passed. Farther in the fields, we could see even more cows basking in the early morning rays. That was one thing the family kept fully stocked on at all times – cattle, food for more than one species.
As we pulled into the driveway, I heard Ashley whistle lowly. “Wow, I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this place.”
I smiled back at her as Teren parked his car beside Halina’s sporty European car. I knew exactly what she meant. The place was breathtaking…and huge. It consisted of three buildings, forming a U shape around a pool area in the back. The side buildings were low and long one-stories, while the main building was a huge two-story dwelling that dwarfed Teren’s place. Every building was capped with Spanish tile roofs that gleamed blood-red in the sun, symbolic and perfect. The rest of the building was made up of warm, honeyed wood and white stucco walls, embedded with smooth river rocks along the bottom, so it resembled a seamless stone wall, sort of castle-like, and also perfectly symbolic. If any of the humans visiting this weekend realised what kind of people they were really visiting, they’d have found it as humourous as I did, I was sure.
We stepped out of the car as Ben parked beside Teren. He and Tracey stepped out of their car with comically slack jaws. Teren grinned and I giggled at their faces. I suppose I’d looked like that on my first visit too. Locking arms with Ashley, I walked over to a still stunned Tracey. She looked at Teren oddly and then looked over at me, whispering, “You never told me Teren was loaded.”
I saw Teren’s lip twitch and knew he’d heard that. I grinned and shook my head at her bewildered face. “Because it doesn’t matter, Trace.” I watched his lips widen as he flashed his eyes to me in-between a conversation with Ben.
Ashley laughed at Tracey’s still confused face. Finally Tracey shook her head and said, “Why the hell are you still working for that bitch? You could probably buy the company.”
Teren laughed, switching it to a cough mid-chuckle, and I grabbed Tracey’s arm leading her to the house she couldn’t seem to get over. “They’re not that rich…besides, it’s his dad’s money.” I wasn’t entirely sure how his family had amassed such an amount, or whose it was technically, although they seemed to live a communal lifestyle…or a “nest” lifestyle, to put it in vampire terms, and probably considered whatever they had to be everyone’s. It was sort of a sweet way to live. Assuming everyone liked each other, which luckily, his entire family immensely loved each other, nearly worshipped each other. That was sweet too.
We all followed the granite steps to the huge wooden overhang above the front doors and I noticed the potted roses trailing up each one of the massive support beams holding the structure up. I grinned at the white beauties that the vampire women had put up for me. Nervous-excited energy flitted through me at the thought of tomorrow. Teren reached over and grabbed my hand, hearing my body’s change, and registering that I was nervous or excited or maybe both. He smiled at me encouragingly and moved his other hand to open the door.
The door swung in before he had a chance and I suppressed a grin at his mom’s impatience. Ben took a step back with the unexpectedness of that, and his face went a shade of green over his sudden movement. Groaning, he put a hand on his stomach and I narrowed my eyes, praying he didn’t toss his cookies on my beautiful new roses.
He kept it together though, and slapped on a gorgeous smile that almost made him seem normal, and not on the verge of being sick. I shook my head and turned to greet Teren’s…my…family.
“Emma,” Alanna beamed, as she, for the first time ever, ignored her son and swept me into her arms first. Her long black hair swished around my body as she humanly slow wrapped me in her cool embrace. I returned the gesture, feeling tears sting my eyes already. Oh, boy, I was never going to make it through this weekend.
She pulled back from me, eyeing me warmly, and then shifted her attention to Teren. He grinned and greeted her just as warmly as she’d greeted me. Yes, one thing this family had in spades, was love for each other.
When she pulled away from him, he swiftly hugged his dad standing at Alanna’s side, and then swished his arm out to indicate our friends. “Mom, Dad, this is Tracey and Ben, and of course, you remember Emma’s sister, Ashley.” Ashley had visited me at the ranch not too long after Teren’s conversion. Alanna and Jack gave her soft smiles of acknowledgement before he finished his introductions. “Guys, this is my father, Jack, and his wife, my step-mother, Alanna.”
Tracey and Ben threw on polite smiles as they shook Jack’s hand and I mentally reminded myself about Teren’s cover story. Alanna, Imogen and Halina, all looked too young to be his mother, grandmother and especially, his great-grandmother, so, to the outside world his birth mother had died a few years ago and his father had remarried, to a younger woman no less. Imogen and Halina were being “sold” as Alanna’s sisters. That story would work for several years, I suppose, until eventually Teren’s never-ending youth would have to have him be Alanna’s sibling as well. That would be a weird lie to say, she was just too much a mom to me.
Tracey was looking back and forth between Alanna and Teren, a clearly confused look on her still sickly face. I understood. Alanna and Teren were nearly carbon copies of each other; the resemblance was almost eerie. But he’d just established that he and Alanna weren’t blood related. Tracey was trying to figure that out. I smiled, picturing her astonishment when she met the other vampires; they were all eerily similar. That was one unfortunate part of the story. You just had to buy that they weren’t related to Teren, even though they looked just like him. Again, I suppose Teren could be altered in the story to be their brother…and again, weird.
With Jack looking ecstatic at having another fishing partner in the house, he clasped Hot Ben on the back, which made Ben wince horribly, and we were all led into the foyer. Tracey let out a low “wow” as she looked around the house. I smiled as I looked around too. The grand double staircase, the beautiful French doors that opened up into the impressive living room, the art along the walls, including the achingly stunning sunset that Halina had painted, and the naked, crying woman fountain in the center; it was beautiful and meticulous and classy, much like Alanna.
I noticed the details that weren’t there the last time I’d visited, as Alanna started walking the group to a side hallway that led to one of the different buildings (apparently, the guests weren’t staying in the main building, which was probably for the best). Alanna had set more potted roses along the banisters; the pot bases a swirled black and white marble, with faint streaks of red in them. The roses themselves alternated between deep red and a white as pure as snow…or vampire skin. The roses had been strung along the railings, so they looped around them, all the way to the top, the colours mingling beautifully. White and red pillar candles lined the edges of every single step, and when they were lit, I’d imagined that the entire staircase would glow. Even more candles and roses were spaced throughout the room, a few petals floating in the fountain, and I shook my head as we left it. It was impressive…and only the entryway.
We passed through a covered breezeway, into one of the side buildings that the vampires never really seemed to use. I suppose that they planned on eventually filling all the rooms with grandchildren - great-great-great-great-etc-grandchildren. That was one of the things about living eternally – you had to plan for events really far out there. It sort of blew my mind. I wasn’t even sure what I’d be doing in the next 6 months, let alone the next 60 or 600 years, although that last one wouldn’t really be a problem for me, as there was no way this human girl would live that long.
Alanna showed us into a room she’d set up for Tracey and Hot Ben. They both thanked her and laid down on the bed, face first. I chuckled at our tired, hung-over friends. As Alanna left with Ashley to show her to her room, Teren laughed at Ben, smacking his feet and telling him he’d go get his bags for him. Ben muttered something about Teren being an ass, for not being even just a little hung-over too, and then started snoring. I shook my head at the still drunk looking model and his equally still drunk looking girlfriend, and wished them both a speedy recovery from last night’s festivities.
Teren lickety-split got their things (which they didn’t notice, both having fallen back asleep) and then rushed to get Ashley’s as well. He blurred into her room, not having to hide any of his abilities from her, and she grinned and thanked him as she experimentally bounced up and down on the luxurious bed she was sitting on. Teren set down two black dress bags and cocked an eyebrow at me. I told him to not worry about it, and he grinned, knowing my dress was in one. I tilted my head as I studied the gorgeous man I was about to marry – that jet black hair and pale blue eyes, set off by impossibly sexy stubble - he was supernaturally perfect.
He leaned in to kiss me and then excused himself so Ash and I could excitedly whisper about the wedding. Alanna joined us, and after assuring me that Teren was bonding with his dad at their favourite fishing hole, I showed Alanna the dress. She oohed and aahed, and started crying pinkish tears in her joy. She hugged me again and patted my slightly larger belly, exclaiming how amazing I’d look, and how excited she was to have me join her family. As I clasped her chilly hand, I felt exactly the same.
Eventually, Tracey and Hot Ben woke from their “nap” and stumbled out to find everybody. Alanna pointed Ben to the general vicinity of where Teren was fishing with Jack, and Ben’s face brightened considerably. Looking like his normal handsome self, he grabbed some spare equipment and gave Tracey a quick kiss goodbye, before following Alanna outback, to where the jeeps were located.
Tracey had taken one look out her window after resting, and knew exactly what us girls were going to do while the boys played in the chilly waters. She’d decided that we were all sipping mojitos in the hot tub. Okay, she and Ash were sipping mojitos in the hot tub. I was sipping caffeine-free Coke and dangling my feet over the edge. The doctor had told me that anything hotter than bath water wasn’t good for the kids, and after all I’d gone through to get knocked up, I wasn’t taking any risks.
Ash would normally never wear a suit, but she felt comfortable around Tracey and I, and super comfortable around the vamps, and gleefully changed into a very modest one piece, while Tracey changed into scraps of material that I’m sure were illegal in several States.
They ducked out to the pool while I headed to the kitchen to prepare their drinks. I could hear Tracey’s exclamation when she saw it, from all the way inside. I giggled, remembering how impressed I’d been with it too when I’d first seen it. The pool area was exquisite. Flat river rocks made up a patio that seamlessly surrounded an Olympic sized pool, hot tub, and barbequing area. There just weren’t enough words to describe how natural and incredible this place really was. I hoped the ranch stayed in their family forever.
Alanna joined me, after seeing Hot Ben off, and slung a cool arm around my waist as I opened the fridge to look for some beverages that humans could drink. Alanna smiled and opened a drawer above the fridge, where several bottles of alcohol were tucked away. I was a little surprised at first, until she explained that Jack liked to have a drink or two with the hired hands, and Teren used to join them sometimes, back when he could drink.
As Alanna automatically started making mojitos, having heard Tracey’s request, I leaned back on the counter and watched her lightening fast hands work. “Are you guys going to be okay this weekend, Mom? I mean, you won’t go hungry or anything?”
She gave me a smile that I’d used her preferred form of address without having to correct myself, and then looked back to her work. “Of course, dear. We have ways to eat secretly.”
I worried my lip and looked out the window, to where I could see the rolling hills full of herds of cattle. “Yeah, well, I really appreciate all of the trouble that you’ve all gone to.”
She stopped and placed a hand on my shoulder, her youthful face warm and open. “It’s no trouble, Emma. You’re family.” My hand automatically went to my stomach and her eyes tracked the movement. With a small smile, she shook her head. “That’s not what makes you family, sweetheart.” I tilted my head, but she continued, that warm smile never leaving her. “You have my son’s heart…that’s what makes you family.”
She removed her hand and picked up a tray to put the drinks on. I felt my eyes water at her statement. That feeling only intensified with her next one. Picking up the tray, she shook her head again. “You have no idea how long he looked for you.”