Free Huntress by J L Taft Page B

building for support as the
blond vamp looked her way. “Is she your woman?” he asked.
    Trent smiled at him and then Fiona saw the gun in his hand.
He fired twice, quickly hitting the vamp in the chest, but he didn’t fall.
Holding his hands over the wounds, he turned to Fiona.
    “I’ll be seeing you again.” Then he floated off into the
darkness. Fiona assumed he ran because one minute he was there and the next he
was gone.
    She ran to Trent’s side as he wiped his mouth and spit out
blood.
    “Trent, are you okay?” she asked, putting her arm around his
shoulder as he leaned forward.
    “Yeah, I’m okay. You?”
    “I’m fine. How did you know where to find me?”
    “A hunch,” he said and smiled at her as he straightened from
the wall, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. “Come on. Let’s get out
of here before that spook comes back for another round,” he said as he grabbed
her hand and pulled her toward her car.

Chapter Eight
     
    Trent followed behind Fiona’s car on his bike as they went
back to her place. His chin hurt like a son of a bitch but he refused to think
about what would have happened if he hadn’t gotten there in time.
    The rain had slowed to a drizzle but he was still soaked and
shivering by the time they made it back to her house.
    He pulled in behind her and cut the engine, hopping off and
meeting her at the driver’s side door.
    He took the box that she grabbed from the passenger seat
from her hands. “Thanks,” she mumbled.
    She unlocked the front door and held it open for him. He
wasn’t sure if she intended to invite him in but he wasn’t leaving her alone.
It was too late for him to take her to Granny’s tonight.
    He used his cell to call Granny and let her know they would
be there in the morning in low tones while Fiona stepped into the kitchen,
giving him privacy.
    He hung up and caught her gaze. She started to shiver in her
wet clothes. He lowered his eyes and saw her nipples harden under her wet
shirt. He sucked in a breath and let it out with a whoosh.
    She was more than he could resist and right now all he
wanted was her. Tomorrow was no longer certain and he wanted to spend the rest
of the night getting lost in her sweet body.
    By the time he reached for her she was trembling, from need
or from the cold he wasn’t sure but he was going to fix both. She was small but
sturdy and he lifted her easily to wrap her legs around his waist.
    He headed for her bedroom, carrying her as she set her warm
mouth on his neck. She nibbled and sucked on him as he hurried his steps.
    When he got near her bed he helped her tug her wet shirt
over her head and dropped it on the floor with a plop. He hooked one arm under
her ass to hold her up and the other hand went up to unhook her bra.
    When her breasts were free she pushed them against his chest
and he couldn’t help the groan that escaped him.
    “You have too many clothes on, Trent,” she whispered against
his ear. He totally agreed with her.
    Dropping her to the bed, he heard her giggle and it warmed
him as he dragged his shirt over his head. He unlaced his boots quickly and
kicked them off.
    “Lose the rest of your clothes, woman,” he told her, his
voice coming out gruffer than he intended.
    He couldn’t take his eyes off her as he dropped his damp
pants and kicked them away. She was shimmying out of her wet jeans that clung
to her like a second skin.
    He leaned in to help her by grabbing the bottoms of the legs
and giving them a good jerk. The jeans let loose and he took a stumbling step
back.
    Then they were both naked and nothing else seemed to matter
but that. Her brown eyes went round as his cock jumped, responding to her long
inches of naked skin.
    Trent knelt between her legs. Even though they had been
together before he still noticed little things about her he had missed. Like
the freckles on her knees and the little white slash of a scar on her left hip.
    He trailed his fingers down her, starting at her knees