Vampire Mine - Kerrelyn Sparks [47]
“The what?” Marta asked.
Brynley set her plate on the table and took a seat. “This is how it works. At any given time, sex is only three steps away in a man’s thoughts.”
Vanda grinned. “All the time? What if I ask Phil to take out the garbage?”
Brynley counted the steps off on her fingers. “One: sure, I’ll take out the garbage for her. Two: what could she do for me? Three: blow job.”
Vanda burst out laughing while Marta turned pink and gave Marielle an apologetic look. “It’s not funny,” she hissed at her sister.
Vanda covered her mouth to hide her grin. “It’s just that two nights ago I asked Phil to take out the garbage and then afterward—”
“Don’t want to hear it.” Brynley lifted her hands to stop Vanda.
“Certainly not.” Marta took a sip from her bottle.
“What’s a blow job?” Marielle asked.
Marta choked.
Vanda and Brynley laughed, then looked at each other.
“Are you going to tell her?” Brynley asked.
“You tell her,” Vanda muttered. “You brought it up.”
Brynley stabbed at her cake. “It’s oral sex, somebody’s mouth on somebody’s private parts.” She stuffed a big bite into her mouth.
“So it’s similar to kissing?” Marielle asked.
“Mmm.” Brynley nodded with her mouth full. She pointed down with her fork. “But farther down.”
Marielle recalled the image of Connor flat on his back with his kilt thrown up to his chest. Her cheeks grew warm as the full meaning became clear.
“No offense, Brynley, but I’m not convinced about your Three-Step Rule,” Marta announced. “There are times, dangerous times, when men have to think about more important things than sex.”
Marielle nodded. That made sense to her. She’d been in the company of men tonight, and they hadn’t discussed sex.
“I have to agree,” Vanda said. “I’ve been around Vamps for years, and if the guys were always thinking about sex, then their eyes would be glowing all the time.”
“Vampire eyes glow?” Brynley asked.
Marielle stiffened, and her heart began to race.
“Yes,” Vanda replied. “You can always tell when a Vamp’s in the mood for sex. Our eyes glow red.”
The fork tumbled from Marielle’s hand.
“Are you all right?” Marta asked.
“Yes.” She quickly picked up the fork. “It’s just that this is all new to me.” Connor had wanted to have sex with her? Three times? Her cheeks blazed with heat.
“No need to feel embarrassed,” Marta assured her. “You’ll get used to being human.”
“I—I think I’m full.” She set the fork down.
Marta wrapped up the food and stashed it in the fridge while Vanda bustled Marielle into the bathroom and showed her all the products they’d brought. After Marielle was done, Vanda helped her into a blue silk nightgown.
“Any questions?” Vanda asked, sitting on the bed next to Marielle.
“I don’t think so.” She combed her damp hair, enjoying the flowery scent of the shampoo she’d used. The silk material felt good against her skin. “I must seem like a helpless child.”
Vanda smiled. “You don’t look like a child. You’re really beautiful, you know. I’m sure the men noticed.”
Her cheeks warmed, thinking about Connor. When was she going to see him again?
Vanda patted her on the shoulder, then stood. “It’s almost sunrise. My sister and I need to go. But we’ll come back tomorrow night, if you like.”
“That would be lovely. Thank you.” Marielle followed Vanda back into the main room to say good-bye to Marta.
The two Vamp women disappeared.
Brynley lifted a shotgun off the gun rack on the wall. “I’ll just get this ready in case we need it.”
Marielle nodded, though she wasn’t sure how well the human weapon would work on a demon.
A form materialized in the kitchen, and Marielle’s heart lurched when she realized it was Connor.
She grinned. “You’re back!”
His eyes widened as he looked her over. She noticed he’d changed into a clean kilt and shirt. His hair was damp and tied back neatly. In his arms, he carried three sheathed swords.
“Hello!” Brynley called from the kitchen table where she was loading the shotgun. “You must be Connor.”
“Aye. Ye must be Brynley, Phil’s