Love Me Forever. Rosemary Laurey

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      “Well, Stella, if that ain’t a fucking pimpmobile you come home in! Got yourself a rich…”

      The last word came out as a gurgle. Justin had him by the throat. Eyes bulging and feet dangling a few inches off the ground, Johnny Day, the scourge of the neighborhood was rendered speechless. “You do not speak to a lady that way. Do you understand me?” Something that could have been “yes, sir” burbled out from Johnny’s mouth. Sam stepped closer to Stella and grabbed her hand. “I will not permit it! Don’t ever forget!”

      Johnny nodded as the sharp tang of urine filled the evening.

      “He peed his pants!” Sam had meant to whisper it, Stella was certain, but the night air amplified his young voice.

      “No shit!” said one of the others.

      “You don’t say that in front of a woman or a child!” Justin went on, still holding Johnny.

      Then it hit Stella: Justin believed that! He lived in a world where gentlemen didn’t swear in front of ladies. Were they light years apart!

      He let Johnny down, not particularly gently, but he did allow him to land on his feet.

      “God, man! You nearly strangled me!” The words came tight and muffled.

      “Consider yourself fortunate I didn’t,” Justin replied.

      “Now scarper, the lot of you!”

      Stella figured “scarper” meant disappear. Johnny Day and his cohorts made the same assumption. Sam was grinning enough to split his face at the sight of the neighborhood tormentors running like spooked rabbits.

      “You need a burglar alarm system with yobs like that about,” Justin said as they stepped through the front door.

      “I need a lot of things,” she agreed, “but new tires will have to come first.”

      “Right.” Justin paused just a second. “Give me your car keys and we’ll take care of that. I doubt we can do it overnight. Let me take you to work tomorrow. With a bit of luck, we can have your car ready by the time you finish.”

      The thought of not having to cope with tire dealers, to say nothing of calling and waiting for the tow truck, seduced her. “I need to be there at nine.”

      “What about Sam getting to school?’

      “He rides the bus.”

      “Yeah! And if I don’t get to bed, I’ll never get up in the morning!” They both turned at Sam’s contribution to the conversation. “Mom, I’m going upstairs. Come give me a kiss when you’re ready. ’Night, Dr. Corvus.”

      When would surprises cease? Stella stared as Sam went upstairs, toting his pillowcase behind him. “He never goes off to bed on his own like that.”

      “Maybe, he decided I needed you to myself.”

      Stella’s throat went dry, as something stirred deep inside her. “Why would you need that?” Dumb, dumb question. She wasn’t that far out of the loop!

      He chuckled, deep, slow and sexy. If she’d had any smarts she’d have run a mile. Obviously, she had no smarts. She wanted to be kissed senseless by Justin Corvus, to be held by strong arms that could hold a child and terrorize a thug, to listen to his rich voice whisper in her ear. She didn’t remember stepping into his embrace but could barely recollect her life before he pulled her close and locked his arms around her. She lifted her face to his, heart racing and lips parted in anticipation.

      Anticipation was nothing! Her mind went off in a wild spiral of desire as his lips parted hers. She pressed herself against him, relishing the feel of a hard male body, the force of his chest against her breasts and the strength in his legs. His tongue found hers and she forgot all about his body, could only concentrate on his kiss.

      Two could play that game! She matched him thrust for thrust and stroke for stroke. Meeting his desire with more. He was strength and comfort and need and want and he offered more than she’d ever dreamed. Or had she never had time to dream?

      She didn’t care, not with his hand on her breast. She gave her mind over to Justin and pleasure, angling her head back as he pressed a row of soft kisses down her neck. Her legs went soft with need and heat. Only his arms held her upright as he slowly licked the base of her neck. She clutched his sweater and gave a little moan as wild, sweet pleasure invaded her brain.

      She could still stand. She’d half-expected to collapse in a boneless heap on the floor.

      “I’ve got to leave, Stella,” Justin said. “I’ll wait outside while you lock up, and I’ll be back to pick you up in the morning.” She nodded. She wasn’t too sure she could get her mind around words. “See you then.”

      “Wait!” She managed that much. Should she get adventurous and try a whole sentence? “Justin, thanks for bringing us home, and giving Sam such a great time and…” She paused, not sure if she wanted to say, “For kissing me witless!”

      He seemed to understand. “The feeling’s mutual. Don’t worry about the car. Kit and Dixie have business contacts here. We’ll find someone to give you a good deal.”

      The street was clear when he left. That was a relief! She’d half-expected Johnny Day to be messing up Justin’s car, but they were nowhere in sight. Seemed a man ready to stand up to them was all it took to intimidate that bunch. She locked the door and went upstairs to tuck Sam in for the night.

      He was half asleep. “Do you like Dr. Corvus, Mom?” he asked. What a question! And one she should have expected. “He’s been a good friend.”

      “Wish he was a real vampire.”

      “They’re only make-believe, you know that.”

      “I know.” He opened both eyes and smiled. “But he looked like a real one when he grabbed Johnny Day like that. Lifted him off the ground!” She’d noticed. For a few seconds she’d been scared Justin would go too far, but she knew in her heart he never would. Even hurting a street punk was something Justin would never do without extreme provocation. “Can’t wait to tell Tony, and everyone at school, how Johnny peed his pants on our sidewalk!”

      She hoped there were no repercussions about that.

      Stella fell into bed and all but collapsed into a deep sleep. If she’d overheard the conversation a few blocks away, she wouldn’t have slept so easily.

      “I’m going to get her…and him,” Johnny Day hissed.

      “Yeah?” Warty Watson, his right-hand man and part-time sycophant, muttered. He had a sore jaw from the punch he’d gotten earlier for laughing at Johnny’s stained pants.

      “I’m gonna see to the bitch,” Johnny said. “She’ll get what’s coming to her.”

      “And him,” Warty added. “You owe him too. What you gonna do?”

      Johnny thought a minute. Thinking wasn’t his strongest point. “Plug her with lead!” he announced. “Shoot her dead. And him. Thinks he’s so great with that big car and that stuck-up СКАЧАТЬ