Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) (4 page)

She arrived at the cafe before him.  It was warm enough to sit outside and Jenny found a table by the harbor wall.  Beneath her a fishing boat had just returned and the mornings catch was being lifted in bright plastic boxes.  Interested seagulls sat on the wall and watched.

Jenny had enjoyed a nice walk.  She had gone up the hill to the cliffs overlooking the sea with the morning breeze in her face.  It had blown away the previous night to such an extent she began to wonder if it had all really happened.  The second time in a matter of days.  It was incredible.  It was ridiculous.  But was it good?  It was exciting, that was for sure.  Where it left her, she couldn't really say.

She had walked back to the town till she was overlooking the river.  Somewhere up there, near the ruined Abbey, she imagined Ana would be.  Jenny wanted to phone her to check she was ok, but knew it was better not to.  She had a project.  She was happy for the first time for a long while.

Jenny walked on back through the town and her thoughts turned to Razvan and what a very strange creature he was.   Strange, but was he harmful.  Jenny's instinct told her he was not.  She had never met a character more at home in his own strangeness. 

As she sat outside the cafe Jenny's thoughts inevitably turned to Bruce and her feelings for him.  Last night she had lusted after him as she had lusted after no man since . . . well, since a few days previous.

Jenny laughed at herself.  No, that wasn't true.  The night with Razvan had been a night of wildness.  A night when she was drunk on lust.  A night she could barely believe happen and one that left her howling at the moon.

Surely, the night she had enjoyed with Bruce was a different order of things.  Jenny looked down at her hands.  That was what she wanted, wasn't it.  But was it true.

She looked up to see Bruce walking down the road towards her.  She smiled to see him in the same black t-shirt that he seemed to have a hundred of.  That upright, military march, with his chest out like a barrel.   She laughed as she watched him with his solid muscular walk.  He saw her and waved, breaking out into that wide, infectious grin and Jenny knew it was mirrored on her own face.   She laughed to herself and sent Ana a text to say where they were.

Bruce bought the coffees to the table.

“Well,” he said, “this is nice.”

Jenny smiled.  “It's lovely,” she said.  “It's turned out to be quite a holiday.  Definitely the break we were looking for.  It's taken our mind off things.”

“Ana looks better.”

“She does,” Jenny agreed.  “It's almost a shame we have to leave tomorrow.”

“Yes,” said Bruce.  “That is a shame.”

Jenny sipped her coffee and when she put it down Bruce laid his hand over hers. 

“I've been thinking about that,” he said.  “I've been thinking you might like to extend your stay a little.”

“Oh, no,” said Jenny.  “We couldn't.”

“Well,” said Bruce, “you probably could.  Those rooms are vacant.  Its getting to the end of the season.  I'm not expecting them to need them now.”

“That's really nice of you, Bruce,” said Jenny.  “But, you know, we've budgeted for this holiday and now it's coming to an end and it's time to go.”

“You don't have to pay anything more.  This is not me, the guest house owner, speaking now.  I'm asking you to stay because I want you to.”

“That's just going to be hassle for you,” said Jenny.  “Why would you want that?”

“Why?” Bruce laughed.  “Why do you think?  Because I like you.  You are very attractive and great company.”  And then he leaned over the table.  “Plus, we just had the most amazing sex ever and I think we owe it to each other to repeat the experience as often as we can before our bodies give out on us.”

Jenny felt herself blush.  “Bruce, it's been a great holiday.  But a holiday thing is a holiday thing and I'm old enough to know that people can get hurt trying to make it into something it's not.”

Bruce looked downcast.  “It might be a holiday fling for you, but that's not how I think of it.”  He sipped his coffee.  “Razvan will be away in a few days, doing whatever it is he does in the off-season.  It would be great to have you hear.   I know you love the place.”

“I love the place.  But come on, Bruce.  We've only just met.  I'm in a situation right now.  Let's not get carried away,” Jenny said, but even as she said it, she couldn't hep feeling excited.  Maybe, just maybe, it could all be possible.

Bruce smiled his disarming smile.  “What you say is all very sensible.  But it's a possibility, that's all I'm saying.  You might want to consider it, before passing it up.”

Jenny nodded.  Over the harbor wall the fish had been unloaded and the boat was empty, even the seagulls found nothing to scavenge.  The fishermen had packed up and gone home and would not be back until the next day.

“Maybe,” she said.  “Maybe we could stay a few more days and see how it goes.  But it all depends on Ana.  It depends on how she feels.  She probably wants to get back to her friends.  If she doesn't want to stay, that's it.  There's no point trying to persuade her.”

“You can ask her now,” said Bruce, nodding towards the bridge.  “Isn't that her on her way.”

“How was your morning?” Jenny asked when Ana reached them. 

“Good,” she said, clambering onto a stool.  “It was very interesting.  There's a lot to see here for such a small town.”

Jenny noticed that she had even caught the sun but decided against saying anything.  “I was thinking,” she said, “about staying a little longer.  Just a few more days.”

“Sure,” said Ana.  “Could I have a coffee?”

Later they walked down to the beach.  They left Ana sitting on a large rock, reading the book Razvan had given her and continued along the shoreline.

“You know that Razvan told me he was a vampire,” said Jenny.

Bruce laughed.  “He's very honest about things,” he said.  “You just have to take him as he comes.  How did you feel about the whole vampire thing?  You're not prejudiced, are you?”

“No, I'm tolerant of alternative lifestyles.  Anyway, he doesn't seem a very bad vampire.  No murdering virgins, or anything.”

“No, he's very much mainstream.  More the artistic, literary end of the vampire spectrum.  Although you won't see Razvan down here on the beach sunbathing anytime soon.  No garlic in the kitchen, that's the major downside.”

“And no steaks, either,” said Jenny.

“Very good,” said Bruce, laughing. 

“Is it ok to leave him with Ana?”

“Of course,” said Bruce, “he's not a maniac.  Whatever ancient urges run through his veins his well-capable of controlling them.  Except, of course, if its a full-moon and something has particularly aroused him.  But we always lock him in the cellar on those nights.”

Bruce turned to her and grinned.

“Anyway, Ana's safe.  He won't get past the tattoo.”

“I'd forgotten about that,” said Jenny, laughing.

They'd reached the rocks that marked the end of the beach and turned to retrace their steps.

“I'm very happy you've decided to stay a little longer,” Bruce said.

“Me too,” she said.  “I'm a lot happier than I was when I arrived here.”

“You look it,” said Bruce, taking her hand.  They stood on the beach with the waves gently lapping around them and kissed.