Living the Dream
Everyone knows that happy ever afters only happen in fairy tales. Real life is cruel and painful. Bianca may wish for the two hunks in the shadows to notice her, but that doesn't mean it's going to happen—until Halloween that is.
When Sister Maria insists that Bernhard and Archie escort Bianca home, the events that follow can only have been a dream. The hottest sex she's ever had cannot account for the changes Bianca sees in the mirror. Vampires aren’t real, right?
“Well, unless you have a magic wand that can get rid of this damn brace, then you can’t.” And send two hunks my way to fuck me senseless. Bianca was quite sure she would burn in hell for even thinking that in front of a nun.
Sister Maria just smiled that enigmatic smile of hers and turned sideways.
“Well, we will have to see, won’t we, Bernhard?”
As if she had conjured him up out of thin air, the man himself stepped out of the shadows, and Bianca stopped breathing when his crystal blue eyes seemed to stare right into her soul. He smiled, inclining his head slightly, and Bianca wanted the ground to swallow her up when his gaze rested on her leg brace. She normally wore trousers to hide the ugly contraption, but at the children’s request she’d joined in with the fun, and the witch’s costume skirt, whilst long, had a thigh high slit down the front. She hastily pulled the skirt over the brace, and Bernhard frowned.
“What happened?” he asked, his deep gravelly voice almost an annoyed growl. Bianca’s stomach dropped in response. “And why do you feel the need to hide?”
“Bernhard, I really don’t think there is any need for that.” Sister Maria intervened.
“There is every need. I can’t help her if I don’t know whether she was born with this, or whether it can be fixed.”
“Who says I need your help?” Bianca found her voice from somewhere. Really, who did he think he was? “I don’t need your help, and I certainly don’t need your pity, so if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be going now.”
She tried to get past him, but Bernhard blocked the door as effectively as a man-made mountain. He really was tall, and did he have to smell so utterly divine? Bianca had a hard time holding on to her righteous anger, and she froze when he put his hand on the small of her back and moved out of her way. Curiously cool, his touch nonetheless burned through the thin fabric of her dress. With him behind her and Sister Maria in front she couldn’t move. In fact, she had a hard time drawing any breath into her lungs, as he bent down and pitched his voice so low only she could hear.
“Trust me, pity is the last thing I feel for you. Now stop being difficult and accept Maria’s help. She worries enough over you and I will not have her upset.”
Sure enough Sister Maria seemed anxious for her. She scanned Bianca’s face and the look she threw up at Bernhard could only be described as a warning. What the hell was going on here?
“I really would feel much better if you allowed Bernhard to escort you home, my dear.”
Bianca sighed and the hand on her back sunk a little lower until it cupped her ass. A shiver of awareness went down her spine and her treacherous hormones almost sang a chorus of hallelujah. Was she that easy that the slightest touch of this man could have her insides drooling in anticipation of … what? She wasn’t actually sure, but heaven help her if she wasn’t ready to find out. His very presence overpowered her defenses and she had to fight the urge to lean back into the muscular body, clearly outlined under the casual shirt and tight jeans he wore.
“I believe the young lady has changed her mind about walking home on her own, Sister Maria.” Bernhard’s gravelly voice teased her senses.
A warning tap to her bottom had her nodding her head and Maria visibly relaxed.
“Oh good, you’ll be in safe hands. I’ll be retiring then. Bernhard, tell Archie to lock up after you leave. I expect you’ll be some time.” She smiled at Bianca, who remembered to shut her mouth just in time. Before she could query what on earth Maria meant by that, Bernhard had whisked her past the woman with such speed she felt quite dizzy. She couldn’t even be sure her feet touched the ground. In fact, she was almost positive they hadn’t, because when the world stopped spinning, her brace locked as her feet encountered the smooth and slippery marble of the entrance hall. She blindly grabbed for some support and encountered hard, male flesh. She instinctively curled her hands into the biceps flexing underneath her fingers and looked straight into Archie’s laughing amber eyes. His hands settled on her hips, steadying her, and her mouth went dry. This close he was even more gorgeous than the odd glimpses she had caught of him before now. He was slightly taller and more muscular than Bernhard who stood to one side watching the two of them with an unreadable expression on his face.
“Maria has charged us with seeing Bianca home, brother.”
Archie flashed him a smile that made her toes curl under and her pussy clench. It lit up his rugged face with the prominent jaw and the slight stubble that had her fingers itching to see how coarse it was. A lock of his dark hair fell across his forehead, and Bianca bit the inside of her cheek to stop herself from drooling. Erotic images from last night’s dream flashed across her mind and a surge of moisture coated her lacy panties. Pretty underwear was her one concession to feminine vanity and it would prove blinking useless at hiding the evidence of her instant state of arousal. Heat stained her cheeks and she focused her eyes on the buttons of Archie’s shirt instead. If she stared at them long enough, then surely that would prove an effective antidote to all that testosterone overload making her all gooey inside? Alas, those blasted buttons moved with the measured intake of his breath and only served to remind her how impossibly broad that chest was. She couldn’t help but follow that trail of tiny buttons, down to the belt buckle, holding up his jeans and … Holy Shit!
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