Accidentally...Over?: Accidentally Yours 5 (24 page)

“Twelve,” he said slowly in a low voice, “of the hardest, thickest inches you’ll ever find.”

“I thought you said eleven?”

Ah, she remembers.
“Right you are. But in full disclosure, I’ve never measured. I am more than happy to let you do so if you take off that robe.”

“Patience, Máax. I promise you’re going to love this.”

He already did.

“Close your eyes.” Ashli tipped the pan filled with warm caramel topping she’d found in the pantry. She would
have gone for chocolate, but she’d only found some ice cream and somehow imagined Máax would not appreciate the coldness given where she intended to put it.

Slowly, the liquid ran down his head, shoulders, and back. She set the pan down and started running her hands slowly over him, massaging his shoulders and then firm, round, hard pecs. The sweet coating was working perfectly, sticking to his skin and giving him a golden-brown hue.

She reached for Máax’s face, feeling the rough stubble of his cheeks. The warm, sticky syrup stuck to his jaw and ears.

“That feels surprisingly good,” he said.

You just wait.

She hopped into the empty tub and gazed up at her living sculpture. Her god. Her giant caramel apple god.

Yes. Now she could see him. Really, truly see him. She let out a tiny gasp. His face was a vision of perfection just as she’d imagined. If only she could gaze into his eyes.

“You’re so… handsome, Máax.” But that word was silly. It didn’t come close to doing justice. Divine was more like it. She couldn’t wait to see the rest.

With eager anticipation, she frantically smothered every inch of his chest and arms. Every new piece she revealed painted a picture far more delicious than the man-collage her imagination had invented.

“Enjoying yourself?” He lifted a brow and smiled.

“Oh yes.” And in a few moments, she planned to enjoy much, much more. Especially those lips. Yes, they were as gorgeous and plump looking as they felt. “You are so sexy.”

She slid her coated hands a bit lower. This was the part
she had really been waiting for. She carefully spread the mixture over every ripple of his lower abdomen, hesitating only for a moment when she reached his shaft. She dipped her hand back into the pan and recoated it before reaching for his pulsing erection.

Máax released a deep, masculine groan. “Hell, woman. I’m not going to last another second if you move on me like that.”

Her insides knotted with tension, tension she wanted him to release.

She glimpsed down, and it nearly took her breath away. It was thicker and longer than she’d seen in her mind. It was magnificent. And as wanton as it sounded, she craved to know what it would feel like pushing inside her. Was it true what they’d said about large men? Was sex better? She’d only been with one other man, and that was back in college. She recognized how unusual it was for a woman of twenty-five to have such a lean track record, but she was always the sort of person who grew attached too easily. That’s why over the years she’d learned to be cautious when it came to her heart. After her parents died, cautious turned to an impenetrable wall. No one was getting in if she could help it. That was, until Máax came along. For the first time in a very long time she wanted to let someone in. She felt safe with him, and not just physically, but emotionally. He would never hurt her or lie to her or break her trust. And he would never die.

For the first time ever, Ashli felt no barriers. Emotionally or intimately.

Ashli began stroking him firmly, admiring the view, but then he swiped her hand away. “No. I am not joking, Ashli. I’m about to pop off like a rocket.”

Yes. That’s what she wanted. She licked her lips and released him.

She kneeled down and started licking off the delicious coating.

“Holy hell, woman. Don’t do that.”

She slid him between her lips and sucked him in. His hips began pumping his cock into her mouth with vigorous short thrusts. His arousal only seemed to turn her on even more. Could a woman orgasm without being intimately touched? Because she felt like the one who was about to “pop off like a rocket.”

She worked her mouth over him, cupping his large balls, which were now beginning to tighten. His primal grunts and groans only urged her to go faster.

“Ashli, you must stop. I-I—”

No way would she stop. This was by far the hottest thing she’d ever experienced.

Finally, Máax let out a throaty, masculine groan, and she tasted him in her mouth. She’d never done this for any man, but she knew she’d just become addicted to him. The taste of his manhood on her tongue, the sound of him being driven over the edge. It was the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced.

Máax’s cock pulsed a few more times in her hand, and she looked up at him. She could hear his rapid breath and see his chest heaving.

“I’ve never… Bloody hell, Ashli. You’re amazing.”

He quickly lifted her up, placing her on her feet. Gods, he was strong.

“Bed. Now,” he said.

“Hate to interrupt, but I fear I must.”

Ashli gasped when the deep and unfamiliar voice
rang out from the doorway. The man in a suit had dark shoulder-length hair and turquoise eyes just like hers. He was almost as large as Máax.

“For fuck sake, Niccolo. Turn your back.” Máax calmly reached for a towel from the stack by the side of the tub.

The stranger raised one dark brow and sighed, turning around with a deliberate slowness. “But it appears as though you two were doing something worth watching.”

“Fuck off, vampire. You’re early,” Máax growled.

Vampire?
Ashli clutched the fabric of her robe and covered any visible flesh.

With his back turned, still standing in the doorway, he replied, “It is officially nighttime, and per our agreement, I’m here to retrieve you and the woman.”

“Máax, what’s going on? Who’s this guy?” Ashli asked.

The man raised his hand and made a tiny wave into the air. “General Niccolo DiConti. Pleased to meet you, Miss Rosewood.”

“Nothing to worry about,” Máax said, clearly irritated. “He is an old friend of the family.” There was a bit of squeaking when Máax stepped from the tub. “You may wait in the living room while we clean up, Niccolo.”

“No can do. If I leave, you little bunnies might go at it. I’ll be waiting three or four hours. I’ll stay right here in the doorway.” He flashed a wicked little glance over his shoulder and smiled.

“I am sure Ashli would like to shower,” Máax said with a menacing voice. “Would your wife Helena approve of your voyeuristic ways?”

“Downstairs it is.” Niccolo disappeared.

“Come, Ashli. Let me get you showered.” Máax tugged her toward the large glass-encased stall.

“Excuse me?” She pulled her arm way. She wasn’t in the mood for communal bathing; she simply wanted to know what was going on. They’d put their serious discussion on hold only because their lust had gotten the better of them; however, that little moment of blind stupidity was gone. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me who that man is, why he’s here, and why I feel like we’re in trouble.”

She watched Máax open the stall, turn on the water, and begin rinsing the caramel coating from his skin. “Ashli, I have done many, many things, which require explaining to my brethren.
You
, however, have nothing to fear.”

Not that she’d let him go anywhere without her, but something wasn’t adding up. “Then why can’t I stay here? Why did he say he’s here for me, too?” she asked.

Crap.
Her brain did a belly flop. “Did you just call that guy a vampire?”

Máax signed exasperatedly. “Niccolo was once the general of the vampire queen’s army. Now he and his wife rule the vampires, although he is no longer a vampire himself.”

“Okay…” The powerful stream of water ricocheted from Máax’s hard body and sprayed her face.

“It is much to take in all at once,” he admitted, “but you are doing extremely well.” His voiced dropped an octave. “Very, very well. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen any female as talented as you.”

“There’s a man downstairs waiting to haul us both away, and you’re talking about what I did to your spicy meat wrap?” Honestly, she couldn’t stop thinking about it, either. What was wrong with her?

“It is called a penis, Ashli. And yes, perhaps I was. Why? Is that offensive? Are we not both adults?”

“No, I’m an adult. You’re just ancient.” She paused for a breath. “Why is he here? What did you do? We are coming back, right?” She vaguely remembered that Máax had said something in the hospital, when they’d officially met, about his current invisible condition being a punishment. He’d never told her what he’d done, but not like they’d had much time to talk. Everything had happened so fast.

Máax turned off the shower and stepped out, dripping all over the floor. The faint outline of his face expressed some level of distress.

“I… I…” Máax rubbed his jaw.

“Máax! Sixty seconds,” that man Niccolo’s voice echoed from downstairs.

“Dammit,” Máax grumbled. “I’ll hold them off. See you downstairs. You’ll find new clothes and undergarments in the closet.”

Oh no. He wasn’t sneaking away without answering her questions. “Máax, don’t you dare leave without telling me—” She blinked, and he was gone. A trail of little puddles confirmed it.

Sixteen

After a quick shower and rummage through the “Ohmygod, is this really a closet?” closet, Ashli dressed in a long stretchy red dress, which was a little too tight for her taste, but a far better choice than the lederhosen or giant teddy bear costume she’d found (she definitely needed to ask Máax about that later), and went downstairs to the living room. She nearly tripped on the last step but caught herself on the railing.

There, four men, all incredibly large with pale skin and unusually dark eyes, wearing leather pants and slightly snug tees, huddled around that Niccolo man, quietly talking. They looked like the kind of guys who ate hornets’ nests for breakfast. Or maybe knives.

Despite the eighty-degree weather, Ashli shivered in her matching red sandals.

“Máax?” She pushed a few stray locks of wet curls from her eyes.

His voice projected from the stairs behind her. “I am here.”

She jumped. “I thought you were waiting down here.”

Silence.

“Did you just shrug?” she asked.

“Perhaps,” he replied coyly.

She rolled her eyes.

“I merely went to check on you,” he explained, “but found the show much too enticing to pass up. Who knew that watching a woman dress could be as sexy as watching her undress? Especially when she puts on a black satin thong and matching bra, handpicked by a deity.”

The men in the room all made throaty, hungry, animal-like sounds.

Ummm. Okaaaay.

She shook her head. “You and I are going to have a chat about boundaries. And by the way…” She leaned toward him and whispered, “Are those…” She could hardly bring herself to say the words.

One of the men, thinnish, tall, and handsome with short dark, messy hair and warm brown eyes, pointed to his ear. “We can hear you. Vampire super-hearing. And you must be the notorious Ashli. It is quite an honor.” He bowed. “Not every day that a woman convinces a deity to give the entire human race the middle finger. How did you convince Máax to do it?”

“What?” She turned toward Máax—well, to where he last stood, anyway. She really did need to put a bell on him. “What’s he talking about?”
Shit.
“And are they really vampires? Blood”—she swallowed—“drinkers?”

An invisible hand stroked her arm from the expected direction. “Nothing to fear, my love. These vampires are
good, complete assholes and childish in every way including their addiction to Netflix dramedies and Foosball, but good. They only dine on those with evil souls.”

What the heck was Netflix? “Good to know, Máax, but,” she whispered, “we need to talk. Why is that vampire calling me notorious and saying you gave everyone the bird? Why do I feel like we are being taken prisoner?”

“Máax,” said Niccolo, “we really must leave. So please get your human under control.”

Huh?
Had he just spoken about her as if she were Máax’s pet? “Excuse me, but I don’t recall the ceremony making any of you scary big dudes my keeper. And let me remind you, you’re in my house. Though it doesn’t feel like my house. But I’m told it’s mine. So you can all climb a tall tree and go scratch yourselves because I’m not going anywhere until someone tells me what the hell is going on.”