Dalton, Tymber - Love and Brimstone [Brimstone Vampires 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) (22 page)

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“You questioned my ability to have any woman I want.” He placed his sunglasses on the table.

Unfortunately, the waitress chose that moment to return with their order. She placed the plates on the table. Before Taz could warn Matthias not to do it, he looked up at the woman and smiled, fixing her with the full force of his deep, blue eyes.

The waitress froze and stared at Matthias. A dreamy smile washed over her face.

The only other customers on the patio were at the far end and couldn’t hear. Deep in the pit of Taz’s stomach, a sick stirring twisted her insides.

“You are a beautiful woman,” Matthias murmured to the waitress, who smiled even larger if it was possible. She wore a wedding band on her left hand.

“Thank you,” she said.

Taz’s heart pounded. She wished he’d said it to her, not the waitress.

Matthias turned to face the waitress. He lounged in his chair, casually draping one arm over the back. “Would you like to go down on me right now? Just drop to your knees and pull my dick out of my pants and suck me off?”

The woman eagerly nodded, as if her life depended on it.

He glanced at Taz, and she knew he would pound the lesson home once and for all.

“You’d love to deep throat me, wouldn’t you?” he continued, relentless. “You’d spend hours on your knees for me, I bet.”

Happy to do it, the waitress eagerly licked her lips. Matthias looked at Taz, and she bolted for the bathroom. Now she understood why they’d been so upset when she took over the guard.

Holy crap!

When she returned, the waitress and Matthias were having a friendly discussion about the weather that time of year and how cold the previous winter had been.

The waitress smiled at her. “If your burger’s cold, let me know, and I’ll have the guys reheat it for you.”

Anastazia didn’t know if she could eat. “Thank you,” she mumbled. “I’m sure it’s fine.”

Matthias had put his sunglasses back on and ripped into his burger.

“You’re an asshole,” Taz hissed when they were alone.

“I had to show you why we drugged you. You could have killed that guard, sent him an idle thought while under your spell, and he would have blasted his brains out. Or killed you. Or any one of us. Just a stray thought to him like, ‘I’d rather die than be cooped up here,’ or, ‘I’d like to kill that guy.’ I know Robertson went easy on you, but I won’t. I won’t risk innocent lives.”

Taz looked away. Matthias put his burger down and reached over, grabbed her wrist firmly, and forced her to look at him.

“What you and I can do can literally kill people or get people killed, Anastazia. I’m sorry, but I didn’t want to explain to that guard’s wife and kids why he died if you sent the wrong thought to him. I haven’t managed to stay unmolested for centuries by going around controlling people. I did it by maintaining an extreme level of self-control and discretion. Something that, up until now, you were a master of.”

He let her go and sat back. “She doesn’t even remember me saying it. I wouldn’t have done it. You should know that.”

Taz felt horrible, heartsick. She knew he was right but didn’t want to admit it. “No, I don’t know that.” She hadn’t considered the full ramifications of what she could do, and would hate herself if anyone got hurt because of her.

And if anyone dropped to their knees for Matthias Hawthorne, she wanted it to be her.

The burger did smell good, especially since it was hours since she ate. She took a bite—it was the best burger she’d ever had. “That’s my whole point, Matthias. I don’t know you. You’re forgetting you have the advantage.”

“My point was, and you are the one who accused me of being narcissistic, I don’t choose to have a woman just because I can. As you saw, I can. She’s happily married for over fifteen years, has two kids, and you saw what happened. I’ve made sure the women I’ve been with in my life always genuinely wanted to be with me. I refuse to use my skills like that. I have a conscience. Your problem is you hate not being in control.”

She glared at him. “Fuck you, Matthias.”

“I hope so.” He smiled. “Someday. Whenever you’re ready.”

Before she could find her voice to reply, Robertson and Albert appeared on the patio. As if by magic, the waitress brought two more buffalo burgers.

Taz remained quiet while Matthias went over their arrangements with the other men. If Robertson could tell something happened, he wasn’t letting on.

A few times she looked over at Matthias and shot him angry thoughts. He didn’t react, so she didn’t know if he could hear her thoughts or was just ignoring her.

She also didn’t like the guilt, and the jealously, rumbling through her gut.

Asshat.

Chapter Seventeen

Matthias held the Land Rover’s passenger door for Taz then climbed behind the wheel. Albert and Robertson followed close behind in a second Rover, with three heavily armed guards.

Taz didn’t speak, choosing to watch the passing scenery. Driving into the park, the harsh, arid mountains gave way to timberland, and then they were in Mammoth Hot Springs.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked.

“Why?”

“I thought you might want to use the bathroom because we’re driving straight through to Old Faithful. I want to get there before dark.”

She snorted. “Isn’t that kind of ironic? A vampire who wants to be inside before the sun goes down?”

“A vampire with some insane creatures coming after him and someone he cares deeply about, yes.” He pulled into a parking space in front of a store. “I’m going in for some drinks. Want anything?”

Someone he cares deeply about.
The words echoed through her soul. She shook her head, and he left her standing on the sidewalk next to the SUV.

Albert and two of the guards followed Matthias into the store. Robertson and one of the guards stayed with her. Robertson handed her a digital camera. “What did you say to piss him off?”

“Piss
him
off? He—you should have seen—” She stopped, not knowing how to continue. “Oh, forget it.”

She walked around the Land Rover and looked at the small town. Under different circumstances, she’d enjoy walking around—

hand in hand

—with Matthias.

Oh hell with it, he was far enough away he couldn’t hear her thoughts. Right?

When Matthias returned, Taz walked into the store, used the restroom, and bought herself a bottled water. She didn’t know what made her more upset, that Matthias was so right all the time, or that he could read her thoughts.

Could he tell the sick feeling twisting her gut at the restaurant was jealousy? Insecurity?

How many women
had
he been with? Fifty? One hundred? The probability of a higher number made her ill. What straight, single woman wouldn’t jump at the chance to hop into bed with Matthias Hawthorne, even without his freaky vampire charm?

She’d slept with four men in her life. Now what made her sicker than her jealousy was the thought that maybe her lovers hadn’t been with her because they wanted to, but because they fell under her weird vampire aura.

Oh, yuck.

She practiced keeping a bubble around her thoughts the rest of the trip south. Matthias didn’t speak, and she worked at ignoring him. He gave her a park guidebook he bought at Mammoth, and she buried her nose in it, reading facts about Yellowstone.

The land was beautiful. There were still plenty of reminders from the 1988 fires, even over twenty years later, but new-growth trees were everywhere. They spotted bison just south of Madison. She didn’t resent it when Matthias wordlessly pulled over at her thought about stopping to take pictures.

The sun dipped behind the trees before they reached the Old Faithful Lodge. Matthias disappeared inside with Albert and returned a few minutes later with keys and paperwork.

They drove around to the old cabins, and she realized each building contained three or four rooms. They had two cabins, and no one consulted her when they pulled up to two adjoining cabins and the men unloaded luggage.

She got out and reached for her bags, but Robertson beat her to them.

“I’ll get them.” He picked them up, and she realized he was heading for the same room as Matthias.

Taz balked. “Oh, no. I’m not sharing a room with him.”

Matthias turned from the stoop, where he was unlocking the door. “Why not?”

Speech briefly escaped her. “Why not? You have the
nerve
to ask that?” He did, it seemed.

“You need to be protected.”

“I’m
not
sleeping with you!” She realized she’d nearly screamed that, and a couple of kids playing outside a few cabins over looked up. She took a deep breath, stepped closer to him, and hissed through clenched teeth. “I’m
not
sleeping with you!”

“I’m not
asking
you to. There are two beds.” Matthias took his bags inside the cabin. Taz fought the urge to scream in frustration.

She tried to grab her bags from Robertson. “Taz,” he said quietly, “please. Don’t do this. He wants to protect you.”

“I can protect myself.” He gave her the knowing-father look and she deflated. “He can hear my thoughts,” she whispered. “Why can’t I share a room with you?”

God, I sound like a whiny teenager.

“Because, I’m not as fast as he is with a sword.”

“We’ve got half a SEAL team with us. Why can’t I share a room with one of them?”

He looked down his nose at her. “Do you
really
want me to answer that?”

“What?”

He glanced around before stepping closer. “Haven’t you noticed none of them will look at you or meet your gaze? They’re under strict orders not to. He’ll fire them on the spot. He needs them clear-headed. If one of them shares a room with you, Matthias will have to peel him off you. Think about the guard at the house. Your powers are awakening, and it’s like dogs after a bitch in heat until you learn how to control them.”

“Oh nice, great. Thank you. Now I’m a bitch—hey, wait!” He was already mounting the concrete steps with her bags.

The room was small. Not small as in small, but small as in the master bathroom at her LA condo was larger than the entire room. The bathroom sink was affixed to the wall outside the bathroom. The bathroom was smaller than most closets, with barely room to turn around between the toilet and shower.

There were two beds, one double, one single. Matthias placed his bag on the single bed. He opened his bag and rooted through it, looking for something.

Robertson put her bags on the double bed and looked at her.

Behave
, he mouthed, chucking her on the chin like he did when she was a kid.

Terrific.

* * * *

Taz refused to speak to Matthias and positioned herself between Robertson and Albert when they walked as a group down the boardwalk, past the geysers, toward the Old Faithful Inn for dinner. At the table, she sat at the far end on the other side of the guards, hoping it was far enough away to protect her thoughts. She refused to look at Matthias throughout dinner. She sensed Matthias stole glances at her.

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