Stone Romance (Stone Passion #2) (9 page)

“Which is ridiculous because we barely know one another,” she let out a small, pitiful laugh. “And yet I feel as if you’re the piece of me that has been missing and I hadn’t even known it was gone until I found you.”

“I understand,” he rasped thickly, his voice tight with passion. “It’s how I feel, too.”

“I want this so much,” she admitted. “I want you and that terrifies me.”

“We’ll make this work, Jenna,” he
vowed fervently
. “By
the
gods, we will make this work.”

She smiled wistfully, knowing that promises only lasted until death took them away.

Slowly, Rhys hung up the phone, unexpectedly moved by the whole experience of making love to a woman over the phone. Usually he preferred the physical aspect of fucking; the touch of skin, the slide of flesh, the smell of a woman’s desire,
the sounds of
heated words and whispered promises.
But with Jenna….

Shaking the disturbing thoughts from his head, he
got dressed and
left his bedroom with a broad grin on his face: the night was still young and there was a city bursting with life.
Entering the living room he saw
Armand was at the window looking out over the city, their domain, a faraway expression on his face, his green eyes distant. Strolling across the room, Rhys clapped his brother on the back, “Are you ready to head out?”

Armand inhaled sharply and Rhys had the feeling the older man had barely been aware of anyone else’s presence, which was strange. Of the three of them, Armand was the most observant, the most watchful. He was also the most attractive, with a self-possession that rivaled the gods. “I’m ready.”

“Should we even bother asking Vaughn?” Rhys asked, his eyes dancing.

Armand
scowled,
the expression dark and irritated as he looked towards their brother’s door with a sneer, “They have already ‘retired’ for the night; I fear what we may be forced to witness should we knock on their door.”

“It’s not like we haven’t seen plenty,” Rhys chuckled, grabbing his jacket as the two of them made their way through the
apartment
to the elevator. When Armand didn’t return the smile, Rhys laughed harder. “They tend to forget that we are on the roof with them when they are together.”

Armand grunted, “Vaughn is a fool.”

“A fool in love,” Rhys teased, pushing the down button. Leaning against the wall, he crossed his arms over his chest and looked back at the interior of the suite of rooms the three of them shared. Somewhere in the large area Vaughn and Melanie were lost in their own world and Rhys couldn’t be happier for his brother. Ignoring the miniscule stab of jealousy over the powerful relationship, he glanced at Armand, “And I can’t think of a better type of fool to be.”

“Then you’re a fool, too,” Armand said wryly, though his lips curled into a slight smile, his green eyes bleak. It was hard to remember the Armand that had existed before Katrina and that whole fiasco. While Rhys loved his brother he wished Armand could let go of the past
and be who he had once been. The twenty-first century
was an exciting
time to be alive and the women were… the women were intoxicating.

Nearly forty
-
five minutes later they were sitting in one of their favorite jazz clubs, the air hazy blue with smoke, the atmosphere heavy with sensual music playing in the background. They were sitting in one of the booths, Armand with a girl on either arm and a perpetually bored expression on his refined face as
he sipped his beer, barely aware
of his lovers. Of course, the girls weren’t human; they were fairies, cold and
eminently jaded, unlike
gargoyles,
who
were hot-blooded and passionate.

Fairies
were
always
attracted to gargoyles
since gargoyles were
renowned for their generosity and inventiveness in the bedroom but few gargoyles ever responded unless
th
ey
had once given up their nights and had their gift rejected
.
They were ethereally dazzling, with flawless skin and perfect features, but they made Rhys uneasy. They were calculating and manipulative and he had no desire to
get involved
with
any of the beautiful creatures.

He much preferred the hot
-
blooded human women who gave him come hither glances and seductive smiles. He enjoyed the game, the chase and the capture; the capitulation. Nothing could compare to the sweet surrender of a woman as he pushed his cock into the depths of a warm and willing body
and felt the hot, wet flesh
embracing him.

The image of Jenna flashed into his head and his body responded instantly, going from semi hard to full on steel in a heartbeat. The rush of blood to his cock made him light headed for the briefest of moments; it was a
heady feeling
. Closing his eyes, he let the music move over him as he enjoyed the little fantasy of Jenna spread out naked before him, her
sweetly sensitive
breasts begging to be suckled.

A slender hand wrapped around his hard
-
on and for a moment he thought Jenna had followed him to the club to
finish what they began on the phone
. Opening his eyes, he saw a stunning blond smiling at him, her full breasts straining against the material of her too-small top. Without thinking, he put his hand over hers to prevent her from stroking him, “Sorry, love; I’m not in the mood tonight.”

The girl
pushed
out he
r
plump, lower lip, bending forward until her breasts
spilled over the top of her bra, the edge of her nipples clearly visible
. With a quick appreciative glance at her assets he realized that he preferred Jenna’s smaller breasts; the two peach-sized
mounds
would fit perfectly in his hands. “Come on, Rhys; I want you to fuck me. It’s been ages since I’ve had you between my thighs….”

“Sorry, Ames,” he apologized, truly repentant as he pried her hand off his
hard
cock. With a smile, he kissed her hand and put it snugly back into her lap, “Not tonight.”

With a pout she stood up and flounced away. He shook his head and laughed to himself as he watched her go; she’d find someone else to take to her bed. Aimee rarely went home alone. Feeling his brother’s eyes on him, he looked up and saw the scowl marring Armand’s forehead. “What the hell is wrong with you, Rhys?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, taking a sip of his beer, his eyes scanning the bar.
With a wry chuckle, he realized that he had been hoping to see Jenna. It wasn’t going to happen; she was safely tucked away in bed, hopefully dreaming about him and the things he promised to do to her.

“You never turn down a pretty girl,” Armand said accusingly, as if it were a crime to keep one’s dick in one’s pants for a change. It wasn’t like Armand fucked every girl who walked into his life; he was even more selective than Vaughn, who was a veritable saint compared to Rhys.

Of course, it was a little strange that Rhys had sent Aimee away without a kiss
but
his heart just wasn’t in it. All he could picture was a pair of large blue eyes and a sad smile that made his heart trip over itself. And he realized that he wanted to see Jenna smile with no more sadness; he wanted to be the one who gave her that smile. With a shrug of his broad shoulders, Rhys admitted, “I’m not in the mood tonight.”

Armand snorted, drinking deeply of his beer while keeping his eyes on Rhys. “Please; you’re always in the mood. Even when you’re not in the mood you’re in the mood. You are the most sexual being I know, Rhys; and that’s saying
something considering some of the beings we know.”

The two fairies on either side of Armand snickered, glancing over their shoulders at Rhys with interest in their eerie eyes. He didn’t know how Armand could stand their coldness; gargoyles weren’t meant to be with such cold creatures. Smiling at Armand’s exaggeration, he took another long pull of his beer and shook his head, “Then that makes tonight special.”

Armand’s eyes narrowed as he studied his brother and his lips pressed together in a firm line, “I hope this has nothing to do with Melanie’s sister; you know that
she is a
disaster
waiting to happen
.”

Rhys forced a laugh, “Jenna is a stunning girl.”

“Fuck.” Armand slammed his beer down, the liquid splashing over the sides
of the glass
from the force. Pulling his arms free, he leaned forward, pressing his fists down on top of the table. “Don’t
be
an idiot; you know that Melanie is going to refuse Vaughn; do you honestly believe her sister would give up everything to be with you?”

“Ouch,” Rhys laughed, rubbing his chest theatrically and refusing to let Armand see how close to the target he hit. Leaning back in the seat, a broad smile on his face, he smirked, “You’re awfully quick to jump to conclusions, Armand; perhaps you have hopes of claiming Jenna.”

“No,” he said shortly, pushing himself away from the table and leaning back as far as he could in the booth. The two fairies quickly pounced, running their long, slender hands over Armand’s chest and shoulders. “No, my interest no longer lies with humans.”

“Poor Armand,” Rhys chuckled, hiding the pity he felt for his older brother. Armand would kill him if he knew how sorry Rhys felt for him. All because Katrina didn’t love him enough
t
o accept his gift all of those years ago; it didn’t matter that he hadn’t loved her. Armand’s foolish pride was really quite… remarkable.
“Doomed to forever put his dick in ice.”

The fairies hissed at him even as Armand’s lips quirked upwards in a reluctant smile, “At least fairies don’t make promises they don’t keep.”

Rhys laughed. Even though it had been almost a month since Vaughn had given up his nights for Melanie, joining with her from du
s
k until dawn to remain human during the day, it felt weird to not have him there. And in a few days, if Melanie accepted his gift and completed the ritual, she would become a gargoyle and then there would be four of them, no longer just three. As much as he adored Melanie as a sister and as badly as he hoped she became Vaughn’s mate, he could not imagine how the dynamics would change when she became a part of their group.
There was definitely going to be a period of adjustment but in the end it was going to be so cool to have a female gargoyle.

Of course, the other option was her not accepting the gift and letting Vaughn turn to stone permanently until she died in sixty or seventy years. He glanced across the table at Armand, who had done precisely that. The years that Armand had spent encased in stone had changed the older man, made him more powerful and more guarded. He had always been fiercely protective of his brothers but he hadn’t been so angry
until Katrina
. And he hadn’t slept with fairies.

“What are we going to do if Melanie accepts him?” he asked softly.

Armand was silent for a long time, looking out over the ba
r
, lost in thought. Finally, he slowly turned back and looked at Rhys, “I don’t know. I am more worried about Vaughn when she doesn’t accept him.”

“Oh, ye of little faith,” Rhys ribbed, his heart thudding in his chest.
If Melanie couldn’t accept Vaughn then Jenna….
He couldn’t think about that; he barely knew her even if she did occupy all of his thoughts. And he could feel her touch when he was stone.

“It’s not a matter of faith, little brother,” Armand said with a bleak, knowing smile. “It’s a matter of reality. Melanie loves her family; she won’t be able to give them up so easily
and
Vaughn is a blind idiot if he thinks
otherwise.”

Rhys heaved a dramatic sigh, his eyes twinkling, “It’s going to suck being the only non-brooding brother. I’m going to have to find a girl and give up my nights just so I can brood with the
two
of you.”