Dead Set: New Adult Urban Fantasy (Dead Sexy Book 2) by Aleah Barley

Author:Aleah Barley [Barley, Aleah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-09-18T04:00:00+00:00

13.

There’s nothing like good sex and orgasms to make a girl sleep like the dead. I woke up sore in all the right places with a smile pasted on my face.

I stretched my limbs across the big bed. Blinking in surprise when my hand knocked against D.S.’s muscular chest. “I thought you’d be gone.”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

“Hmm.” I knew the feeling. Except, unlike D.S. I didn’t have a handy closet full of black on black clothing. All I had was a ruined dress and a prayer for any listening god that I could get out of the hotel without running into anyone from a nearby room. I didn’t know how loud I’d been, but it had been loud.

“Damn, I need a house.”

D.S. laughed. “Somewhere to take all your paramours?”

“Somewhere to build a future.” I nestled against him. “Somewhere I can be with you.”

We were never going to grow old together. D.S. would remain unchanged forever while I grew and matured. When we planned for the future, I would be talking about years and D.S. would be talking about centuries.

Still, I was only twenty-one. We had at least twenty years before people started looking at us funny on the street.

I wanted to spend those years with D.S.

“Think about it,” I said. “A house of our own… without neighbors to overhear our every move.”

That earned me a real laugh. “You were a little more exuberant than I’d remembered, or maybe it’s just that you enjoyed it more this time?”

“Everything gets better with practice.”

“Then we’ll have to continue practicing until you’re sure it’s just right.” His curved lips twitched up into a smile. “I believe you expressed a preference to being on top next time?”

Muscles spasmed happily inside me, yesterday’s afterglow combined with this morning’s lust. “I’ve been on the bottom. I want to explore new vistas.”

“I’m more than happy to be your guide.”

“Uh huh.” I clambered out of bed, yanking the blanket along with me. I needed to get out of the hotel room. Fast. Before exploring new worlds turned into learning new positions and I ended up tied to the bed all day long.

It wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world, but I had places I needed to be.

Rippers I needed to hunt.

“You know what we need,” I said, banging open a dresser drawer in my hunt for something worth wearing. “Huevos.”

The best huevos rancheros in town come from a Coney named the Randy Goose. It’s a hole in the wall near the office with torn vinyl benches and linoleum counters that used to be green. I’d worked there when I was younger and developed a special relationship with the owner.

I gave him money. He gave me food.

Half an hour later I was sliding into a booth near the front. I signaled Jack over with one hand. “Huevos rancheros and fresh coffee—from a clean pot—make it a double.”

“Fresh coffee from a clean pot.” The Randy Goose’s owner was tall and muscular. He’d been a professional hockey player for a minute, and these days he spent most of his time reading paperbacks and avoiding real work.

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