Free They Come by Night by Tinnean Page B

you okay with that, Dad?”
    “ Me ?” He laughed a little wildly. “Male or female, you’re the one who’ll—”
    “I didn’t hear the doorbell.”
    “He knocked.”
    I gulped and shivered, this time from knowing what was waiting for me on the other side of the door.
    “I’m sorry, son. It’s in the genes, my genes, your mother’s…. We passed it on to you.”
    “I guess it’s a good thing I won’t be passing them on.”
    “ What ?”
    Didn’t Dad know I had to stay a virgin?
    But then he nodded. “That’s right. Sabors don’t marry.” Okay, if he wanted to put it that way. “Just remember what I told you. If one of them hurts you….”
    “I’ll remember.” I smiled at him, hoping it didn’t look as forced as it felt, and turned to leave. “Oh. My jacket.”
    “It’s a warm night for October. You won’t need it. Tyrell. I love you, son.”
    I lingered in the doorway. “I love you too, Dad.”
    A voice spoke from the darkness. “Are you ready, Tyrell?”
    My dick grew iron-hard, just from the sound of his voice, and my mouth went dry. Was this how it started?
    I swallowed a couple of times before I could get the words out. “I’m ready.”
    Waiting on the front steps was Adam.
     
     
    A DAM TOOK me to a little Craftsman-style bungalow way out in the country, about eighty miles from Clewiston.
    Two steps led up to a porch, which was lit up.
    “It’s small, I know, about six hundred square feet, but it’s all yours. This is your home now, Tyrell.”
    “Look, call me Ty, would you please? The only person who calls me Tyrell is my dad, and that’s when he wants to make a point. And… and I know what you’re going to do to me and… and I’m kind of okay with that, but….”
    “But not being reminded of your father will make it easier?”
    I nodded.
    “All right, Ty.”
    “Thanks.”
    He unlocked the door and pushed it open, and for a second I thought he was going to scoop me up in his arms and carry me across the threshold, which would have been embarrassing, us both being guys and all, and him being only a few inches taller.
    Although he didn’t pick me up, he did touch me. His hand was cool on the small of my back as he urged me to enter—I could feel it even through the material of my shirt—and I shivered. For the past eight years I hadn’t wanted anyone laying a hand on me, and now…. A wave of voluptuous pleasure swept through me, just from that simple touch.
    He paused outside the door.
    “Adam?”
    “I can’t enter unless I’m invited in.”
    I sighed. “Enter freely, Adam.” For the time being, I guessed this would be his home as much as it would be mine.
    “Thank you.” He stepped over the threshold and closed the door. He flipped a switch to the side of the jamb, and the light came on.
    “Why are you thanking me?”
    “For accepting me.” He tipped my chin up, and I finally caught a glimpse of his eyes. While his hair was the color of old gold, as trite as that might sound, his eyes—most blonds I knew had blue or green or gray eyes, but Adam’s were cinnamon.
    Right now they looked hungry, more reddish than brown, but before I could start shaking, I realized they were surprisingly tender as well.
    “You didn’t have to, you know.”
    “I didn’t? Geez, why didn’t someone tell me before now?” I groused, although I really didn’t mean anything by it. I was—not getting an erection, because I hadn’t really lost it since I’d heard his voice earlier tonight, but… I shifted. I was so hard I ached. If he looked down and saw, I knew I’d melt in a puddle of mortification.
    His gaze remained on mine, though. “There are any number of vampyrs who are waiting for you. If you’d shown any reluctance, they would have mobbed your father’s house to get to you.”
    “You mean they would have tried to kidnap me?” What did they think I was, a Sabine woman?
    “No. They’d have hoped to be the one you saw , the one you fell in love with and