A Mate for Gideon (7 page)

She
didn’t feel like going back just yet. There always seemed to be some or other
group of vampires practicing either fighting or swordsmanship. Or just doing some
sort of drill. It reminded her quite a bit of what she imagined guys would be
doing if they were training for special forces. Right now, all was quiet.
Tranquil, relaxed and calm. Just what she needed. “I think I’ll stay for a
bit.” She smiled at Julie, who nodded.

“I’m
going to go and read at the pool. We still have quite a few hours before we
have to get ready for tonight. Dinner and dancing…” She rolled her eyes. “I
struggle to imagine all those big, burly vampires strutting their stuff.”

Jenna
swallowed thickly, she forced a smile. “They might actually surprise you.”

They
said their goodbyes and she watched Julie walk away, her mind firmly on one and
a half years ago when she’d first met Gideon. Her lips curled into a small
smile.

Jenna
wasn’t sure how long she had stood there, staring at the swans, remembering
that first night with Gideon. Remembering how she had gotten sick all over him.

Her
cheeks still heated at the thought of how she had covered him…them both in
warm, stinking vomit. The only consolation was that it was mostly watery with
the odd piece of what looked like a bit of carrot but couldn’t be since she
hadn’t eaten any. The evidence had still been on her clothing the next morning.
The next morning…she closed her eyes thinking back again…Her cheeks heating…

The
morning after the puke episode was forever engraved in her mind. She could
still remember every detail. She had woken up, head pounding. Her mouth tasted
like she’d been sucking on a sewage pipe. Jenna took in her immediate view of
the room without actually taking anything in. It hurt too badly to think
clearly, she put a hand to her forehead and groaned. Her empty stomach lurched.

What
the hell?

She
was never drinking again. Especially if they were drinks that were pink and
tasted like harmless soda or if they came in a little glass. Forget it. She
licked her lips but her tongue was dry. The harsh light through the white
curtains made her squint. Hang on just a darned second. Since when did she have
white curtains? Since never. One of Jenna’s guilty pleasures was sleeping in on
the weekend. Her curtains had always been dark, ideally black, purple or navy
blue.

These
were white. She squinted against the heavy light as the material billowed
through the open window. Tastefully decorated. There was a desk and chair in
the corner. On the side table was a landline phone, note pad and pen. This was
a hotel. Her frown deepened.

She
sat upright and the sheet that covered her pooled around her hips. Oh God! She
was naked, as in butt-ass, like the day she was born, naked.

She
gasped.

Then
all out shrieked as a chuckle sounded from next to her. Jenna grabbed ahold of
her boobs, whipping her head to the right so that she could see who the hell
was with her.

Holy
hell.

Jenna
could remember meeting him and jumbled bits about their conversation. “Forget a
ten, you’re at least a twelve,” she blurted.

The
big guy from last night lay spread out on his back, his hands behind his head.
The sheet barely covered his package which she could tell was damned big. Her
already dry mouth became desert like. A lazy half smile took residence on his
face. The gold flecks in his dark eyes glinted. Stubble shaded his masculine
jaw, accentuating the cleft in his chin. Forget the ten, even if she gave him a
twelve, it would probably be too conservative. He was off the charts hot.

He
was also very naked and a complete stranger. She couldn’t even remember his
name. Jenna glanced down. Her hands still cupped her breasts. They were both
completely naked. “Oh no! Wait a minute…did we? Did you and I…”

Crap!

He
shook his head. “I would never take advantage of a female that was under the
influence of alcohol. I have more honor than that.”

Jenna
squeezed her thighs together. She wasn’t sore or sticky down there, but that
didn’t mean anything. She narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you think I was born
yesterday? We’re both naked and in a hotel room. Something must’ve happened.”
Although the thought of having sex with a guy this steamy didn’t sound quite as
bad as what it should. He was a complete stranger. Might even be a mass
murderer. She wasn’t in the least bit afraid of him though.

The
big guy sat up, muscles bunched and corded. The sheet fell dangerously low
around his hips. His ripped six pack was enough to make her all out gape. He
had a pair of well muscled forearms and biceps that made her want to weep. All
set on wide shoulders. Her eyes snapped back to his, one of his brows was
raised. “I can see you weren’t born yesterday. That much is very clear.” His
eyes dipped to her breasts and she felt her nipples harden under her palms. Her
twins seemed to be trying to pop out from under her hands. Not happening girls.

His
eyes lifted back to hers. “As to what it is that happened last night…you
blacked out after covering us both in your stomach contents.”

The
heat started around her chest area moving up her neck and onto her face. She
had to work to maintain eye contact. “Sorry about that. I don’t normally drink
and hadn’t eaten anything since lunchtime, which only consisted of a small
salad. I’d be happy to pay for your dry-cleaning.” She forced herself to snap
her mouth shut. “Are you sure we didn’t…you know?” She raised her eyebrows at
him.

He
chuckled. The sound was rich and deep. She swallowed thickly as her nipples
hardened up even more, threatening to poke holes through her hands.

He
shook his head. “I couldn’t just leave you there. Unconscious and vulnerable.”
He shrugged his big shoulders. “I decided to bring you back here with me so
that you could sleep it
off. I had to undress you,
sorry to have to say this, but you stank really badly…we both did. I didn’t
touch you though. If I had, you most certainly would’ve remembered.”

Something
deep inside her stomach clenched and her clit practically throbbed. Jenna
pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. Somehow, she just knew that he was
right. If this guy had so much as touched her with one little finger, she
would’ve remembered. Drunk and half passed out, she would totally have
remembered every second. Disappointment blossomed inside her but she quickly
tamped it down. He was a stranger. Gorgeous, sexy, masculine…but still a
stranger, she reminded herself.

Jenna
did not have sex with strangers. Even seriously off the charts sexy ones. She
had an eight date rule. No sex until she had dated a guy at least eight times.
Jenna had only had a one night stand once and it was the biggest waste of her
time. It had been wham bam thank you ma’am sex. Over in less than two minutes,
the guy had proceeded to dress and leave immediately afterwards. He’d smirked
at the door, throwing her a wink. “Thanks, babe.” And with that he was gone,
leaving her to finish herself off. No thanks! Not again.

The
big hunk in the bed next to her, glanced back down at her hand-bra. “I’ve seen
you naked, you do not need to be concerned with modesty.” The tall, dark haired
stranger, that she’d known for five minutes, pulled the sheet to the side and
stood up with his back to her. He stretched, arching his back and raising his
hands above his head.

Lord
help her.

Her
eyes were drawn to his well shaped ass and then down to his thick brawny thighs
before moving back up to his wide expanse of muscled back. She must’ve made a
little bit of a choking noise because he turned around.

Oh
god.

Turned.

Around.

Her
eyes were drawn to his semi-erect cock and she gasped loudly. It was huge.
Impossibly big. Then again, he was impossibly big all over. It was no wonder he
had a dick to match.

He
chuckled, and shook his head. “You act like you’ve never seen a naked male
before.” He didn’t seem in the least bit embarrassed or shy.

Again,
Jenna felt her cheeks ignite. She was sure she was glowing and had to fight the
urge to fan herself. Instead, she clutched her breasts a little tighter.

“Would
you mind if I took a shower first?” His gaze turned serious. “You would be
welcome to join me. I could wash your back and you could—”

“No…that’s
fine…y-you go ahead,” she squeaked. It was ridiculous but she liked the thought
of his hands on her a little too much for comfort. The thought of him in the
shower had her cheeks heating even more. She felt like she was glowing.

He
nodded. “Suit yourself. I ordered food and something for you to drink. It will
be here soon.”

“Thank
you.” She managed to blurt out, having to work hard to keep her eyes on his
instead of moving downward to his impressive package.

He
turned and headed for the bathroom.

“Um…sorry…what
is your name again? It just seems ridiculous to me that we spent the night
together, that we’ve seen each other…urm…naked and I don’t even know your
name.”

He
turned back around, his enormous dick jutted from between his hips. He may have
been semi erect before, but oh boy…he was fully engorged now. “Gideon.” He said
on a low growl, which would’ve sounded plain weird coming from the lips of most
guys but not from him. “I’ll
be
back in a
few minutes. Your clothes will be delivered with the food. I would be happy to
drop you off once you are cleaned up and fed.” He inclined his head slightly
and threw her another devastating half smile.

It
made things happen between her legs. Clenching, puckering, an ache began to
resonate.

He
sniffed the air and a low rumble sounded from deep inside his chest. It was the
most manly thing she had ever heard in her whole entire life. It only made her
wetter. Then he turned and strode from the room. Although he pulled the
bathroom door closed, he didn’t fully shut it.

She
let herself fall back onto the mattress and pulled the sheet up around her
armpits. It had obviously been far too long since she’d had sex. She was
perving over a complete stranger. Granted he was hot but he could also be an
axe murderer for all she knew. Gideon didn’t have a strange accent but he did
speak funny. He used terms such as male, female…she’d have to ask him what that
was all about when he came back.

The
shower spluttered to life and she could just picture his big, muscular body
under a jet of water all lathered up with soap. All that hard muscle would look
good wet.

She
groaned. “I really need to have sex again and soon,” Jenna whispered. Off the
charts attractive with a huge member, there was no way Gideon would be good in
the sack as well. It was just too much to ask. No! Maybe it was time to take
off her wedding ring and actually go out on a date.

Wrapping
the sheet around herself, she got up and made her way to the closet. He didn’t
have much in the way of clothes. She grabbed a shirt and pulled it over her
head. It came to just above her knees. The sleeves went over her elbows. At
least it covered her.

There
was a knock at the door. Jenna glanced down. She might be covered, but she
still felt half naked. Her nipples were a little hard and clearly visible
against the pale blue fabric of the T-shirt. Anyone could tell that she wasn’t
wearing a bra.

“I’ll
get that.” Gideon strode into the room and Jenna had to swallow hard.
Unfortunately, she had been completely on the money when it came to him looking
good wet. He used the towel to dry his hair before wrapping it and fixing it
around his hips. Droplets of water still clung to his skin. If she was thirsty
before, she was positively desperate for a drink now. Jenna watched as a
rivulet of water ran down over his shoulder, over his pecks…down…down…over the ridges
and troughs of his tight abs. She could barely breathe.

The
word mesmerized took on a whole new meaning.

He
chuckled softly and she snapped her eyes away from him. Damn, he’d caught her
perving yet again. Served him right for walking around naked and practically
naked. Normal people didn’t do things like that.

 Jenna
pulled the sheet around herself, and moved out of the line of sight. There
would be no more gaping, staring and drooling at Gideon. She needed to get the
hell out of there before she did something stupid.

“Hi
there.” It was a woman’s voice. Husky and low. She knew the sound of a come on
when she heard it. “I was beginning to wonder if you ever ate.”

Gideon
put his hand up, grabbing ahold of the top of the doorjamb. “Thank you. It
smells delicious.”

A
soft giggle. Whoever the girl was at the door was definitely more than
interested and Jenna couldn’t blame her.

“I’ll
take that,” Gideon said.