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body shuddered against her. Thick pulses of cum splashed against her throat, but most spilled from her lips. Turner pulled out, let her go and stood, trembling, in front of her. She wiped her mouth with her hand and couldn’t look up.
    That was so good.
    That was so bad.
    What had she been thinking?
    He’ll think I’m a slut.
    I am a slut.
    She’d just yanked his pants down and sucked him off without even a second thought. He had to be disgusted. Well, satisfied and disgusted.
    Say something. Touch me. Hold me. Please don’t walk out.
     
    That was singularly the most incredible thing Turner had experienced in— Oh God, I have no idea. Not that sinking his cock into Matty’s soft folds hadn’t been incredible too, but he’d forgotten how it felt to have a woman’s lips wrapped around his cock, soft hands cupping his balls. He looked down. Why wouldn’t she look at him?
    Turner’s heart hardened as his cock softened. He was a fool. She’d not sucked him off because she liked him but because she wanted something. He ought to have Don’t Trust Women tattooed on his cock to remind him. Along with Don’t Trust Men Either on the other side. Turner scooped up his clothes and shoes and walked out.
    The gently swaying cradle of post-coital bliss in which he’d hoped to recline had tumbled from the tree to bring him crashing to the ground. Alone. He was an idiot. He wondered what else she had planned. Sex toys? Ropes? His cock twitched, and Turner groaned.
    A renewed urge for sex wasn’t his only problem, though he felt certain his ravenous libido was actually the cause of the other issue. For the second time, Turner had wanted to bite her, had been desperate to bite her and yet something had stopped him, a sense that there would be no point. What the hell sort of vampire was he?

Chapter Seven
     
    Matty slipped onto the midmorning bus to town behind the last person in line, and found a seat at the back. The moment the vehicle reached the outskirts of Milford, her anxiety soared and her heart began fluttering. She didn’t like to stray far from home; it made her nervous and unsettled, but she needed things she couldn’t get in the small village store.
    She leaned back in her seat, looked out of the window and tried to relax. She’d completely wiped last night’s blowjob from her mind.
    Wasn’t going to think about it at all.
    No idle supposition about how he’d felt, no rehashing how she’d felt—either before or after.
    Matty wouldn’t give it another thought.
    Not a one.
    Turner obviously hadn’t. There’d been no return to the door of her room to inform her she still had to leave. Nor had he used that irritating wheedling voice to order her to go. He hadn’t even said she had lovely lips and a little devil’s tongue and would she use them on him again? Please.
    Matty’s mouth twitched in a smile and then she chewed her lower lip. She hadn’t done something wrong, had she? Well, obviously dropping to her knees and yanking down his pants had been the first mistake, but after that, had she pressed too hard with her lips, pulled too tight with her hand? Had he wanted something more? Something less? Something kinky? She cringed. Not that she was averse to a certain level of kinky but—
    This time the pain came out of nowhere. It rippled through her body in a gathering wave to center on her chest and overwhelmed her to the point that her mind emptied of everything else. Ah, well maybe not such a bad thing this time if it stopped her from thinking of Turner.
    Matty pressed her forehead against the glass and tried to breathe through the cramping agony, but her lungs struggled to inflate. What the hell was the matter with her? Apart from everything else in her weird, shitty life, why did things have to hurt as well?
    After a couple of minutes, the talon-like grip on her heart eased and Matty let out a long expiration of air. It might be her imagination, but these episodes seemed to be coming with more