Mile High with a Vampire - Episode 5

The dream became reality and Quinn gave in to her need for blood and sucked Jet off... kinda... The writing does not improve and now we start getting into the sexual prose that is bad.  Enjoy! 

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Snobadobo nope, that did not work. Try again. Snobadobro Pozalobat Nachas Historia Z Dadia Vimbagom Glava Pajatya Iliesle Via Bunya Ochom Yagavaru Posdravila Yu or if you don't speak Russian Welcome back to Storytime with Uncle Beanbag Chapter five in Mile High with a Vampire Yes, I know my Russian's a little rusty. You gotta cut me some slack. I wonder where we are. Quinn looked around with curiosity as they crossed the empty avenue to the equally empty beach. The street was lined with businesses, but for some reason she couldn't read the signs on the buildings. They were kinda out of focus for her. There were no cars and the beach just started suddenly on the other side of the road. Yeah, I forgot that 'cause it's been a week since I read the last chapter. I forgot that the transition was that they went for a walk now. I don't know, Jet said with unconcern. At least he didn't say with solemnly. Everything is kind of familiar but not. Like that restaurant reminded me of a diner abs and I used to go to after school when we were teenagers, but it wasn't exactly the same. And this beach reminds me of a spot I visited in Europe once. What, like in a biza or something? He shrugged, not seeming bothered. Since it's all a dream, I'm not going to worry about it. It makes a nice break from reality. Yes, Quinn agreed, her mind shying away from thoughts of reality and shifting to the man beside her. She was much more comfortable with Jet now that she knew his adopted sister was married to a cousin of her sister's husband. Still fucking convoluted shit. Not that she'd really been uncomfortable with Jet from the start, but now she felt more connected somehow. So what made you want to be a surgeon? he asked, as they approached the water's edge. Quinn considered the question Fuck you, Lindsay, I I'm fucking I'm not even one fucking page in. What the fuck? Quinn considered the question solemnly as they walked, and then smiled wryly and said, As embarrassed as I am to admit it, I think I originally wanted to be a doctor to show up my sister. What? Jet glanced at her with disbelieving amusement. How why? I don't understand. Quinn grimaced and nodded. It's hard to explain. Try, Jet encouraged. She hesitated but then started giving him a quick rundown on her history. Okay, well, Pet and I were born in Chi What the fuck? She was born in China? So are they adopted then? That it's gotta be what it is, is that she was adopted into the family. The What the fuck is her name or last name? Actually, did they ever actually say her last name? No, they had to have said their last name at some point. Her and Petronella were apparently adopted in China, which is kind of funny because I knew a guy. Anyways, next door neighbors, they adopted a Korean kid. I believe his name was David. Yeah, David Smith. And was really fucking funny because he was Korean, and everybody else in his family, because he was adopted, was blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and like tall. And he was a little shorter in Korean. And he was a really cool kid. I did a lot of stuff with him up until I think we moved from that house in Sandy. You know, there's another part too where their mother, I cannot remember her name, of the Smith family, it was around Easter time and she left some eggs on to boil, but then she had to go do something and she forgot to turn off the water. So she left and they had a dog, which was mostly for them an outside dog, which I don't agree with, because if you're gonna have a dog, a dog should be inside as much as outside. And they didn't want to do anything really with the dog, which kind of fucking annoyed me. But so they never really trained it or anything. It was mostly an outside dog would bark all the time, especially when we were outside um on our back deck. And the smoke alarm started going off. And so the neighbor when some neighbor going by heard it and started knocking on doors saying, Hey, you know, come over and and help. We gotta see if we can get into the house. So we finally get the door down. Uh I think somebody kicked it in or something, if I remember right, and run in, and the dog's freaking out. There's um the eggs are exploded in the pot, and there's billowing smoke coming up, and then the alarm's going off like crazy. And so, of course, the 15-year-old me, it was up to me to grab the dog. Well, that dog did not want to be grabbed and bit me and scratched the ever living fuck out of me. But I held on, even though it really fucking hurt and I was bleeding, so I had to go to the hospital to get kind of cleaned up after that, but it fucking sucked. Okay, Jet said quietly, not seeming surprised. But her father died when we were very young and our mother remarried. Oh, so they're not adopted. Okay, that's interesting. So I guess they're half white, half Chinese, I don't know. And then she and our stepfather died, and we were adopted by our godmother and her husband from America when we were six. We moved to Albany, New York, and took the last name Stone. She she never they never did say her last name then. That's interesting. Wait, okay, let me run through this uh lineage. So they were born in China, but her father died when she was young, and her mother remarried, and then she and our stepfather died, and we were adopted by our godmother and her husband. So basically almost all the real parents in her life were gone. And then she went to her godmother. Were your first names changed as well, or were you always Quinn? Our first names are always Pet and Quinn. Well, Petronella, not fucking Pet Quinn. Although Pet's name is really Petronella. Yes, you fucking told him that. Didn't you? I I swear you fucking told him that like in like chapter three or something. Or maybe you didn't. Maybe you were thinking about Petronella and I went come again. Didn't you tell Jet that? Fuck. I can't remember anymore. We just call her Pet 'cause it's easier. Just like they call me Jet, he said with a nod. She murmured agreement and continued. Anyway, Pet has some trouble adjusting. She Quinn sighed and shook her head. She always seemed to be at loggerheads with her parents. Your new adopted parents, Jet said, wanting to make sure he was understanding. Quinn nodded. Yes, the stones. I guess if you took Quinn and Pet and threw them down a hill, they'd be rolling stones. But you didn't have any trouble adjusting? Jet asked. I I don't know, Quinn said with a frown, and then well, alright. I'm not gonna worry about the frown because that's the first time in a while it showed up. And then shrugged unhappily. I Pet was always causing trouble, and I felt like I had to smooth things over and behave to make up for it, so I never really considered how I felt. Ah, Jet said with understanding. Uh what? Quinn asked, narrowing her eyes on him. She found it hard to believe he understood. She certainly she certainly didn't. You just said it, Jet said with a shrug. She was the troublemaker, so you had to smooth things over no matter how you really felt. You just picked your roles. Roles? she asked uncertainly. Sure. Pet was a troublemaking black sheep, and you were the good girl doing what was expected, he said easily, and then asked. So was it your parents who thought you should be a surgeon? They were doctors, Quinn admitted. They had a family practice, and because my marks were good, they were always going on about growing up to be a doctor too and joining the family practice someday. But you rebelled, he murmured with a nod. Oh, I guess that's not a question. Rebelled, she squawked with amazement. Quinn had never done a rebellious thing in her life, as she'd said she was a good daughter and to Pets troublemaker. And hadn't that been one hell of a burden? Her inner voice asked suddenly, making Quinn frown. I guess I could do what inner voice was. And hadn't that been one hell of a burden? Had she resented always having to be good? Sure it was a form of rebellion, Jet said, distracting her from the question and pointed out. You went into surgery, obviously. You're never going to join the family practice when you you're a cardiothoracic fucking shir s fuck. Fuck. I'm not even finishing that fucking word. Fuck that word. I never want to hear that fucking word over again. He remembered the word that time, Quinn pointed out with amusement. He remembered the word the first time, and I don't understand how he didn't remember the word like the the second or third time, because he said a cardiothoracic thingamajiggy when he said it right the first fucking time. Quinn pointed out with amusement, but was considering what he'd said. Had her choosing surgery been her own form of rebelling? A good girl's rebellion? Okay. No, I I understand why how it's written. I just think that's a really stupid thing. Like you're rebelling by becoming a surgeon instead of a family practice doctor. What the fuck? It's like in Who's the Boss? There's one episode where Angela and Tony are get into a little bit of a fight, and Tony says, You need to be more bit more adventurous, you need to be a bit more event uh rebellious. And she goes and rips the tags off the mattress, and she's like, Who's adventure or who's rebellious now? And he's like, Oh, that's a good one, Angela. If you don't know, I'm showing my age, Who's the Boss is a sitcom? I believe it started in the 80s and ran to the 90s. Tony Danza and some actress, I can't remember her name. Where the fuck happened to Tony Danza? I know they made fun of him in South Park in the late 90s. I don't know. I was a guy who I expected to be around for a while, and he just kind of disappeared from acting and everything altogether. Who was the boss and who's the boss? It was certainly true that her parents had no longer expected her to take over the family practice, but they were proud of her. It wasn't like she'd forsaken medicine altogether and become a university professor like pet. The problem with that thing that I just told you about who's the boss is I consciously would never have fucking remembered that if this part hadn't popped up about a good girl rebelling. That is fucking weird, man. I've got I say I don't know what I know until something triggers it and pops up into memory like that. So was your sister upset that you became a surgeon?

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What?

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Quinn asked with surprise and then shook her head. No, of course not. She was proud of me. So she didn't feel shown up by you becoming one? Quinn stopped walking as she considered that. No, despite what she told herself and everyone else for years about why she'd become a surgeon, Pet hadn't been shown up by it as far as she knew. Pet had never begrudged Quinn for her choices, whether it was always being the dutiful daughter or following in the adopted parent's footsteps and joining the medical profession. In fact, the only decision of Quinn's that Pet hadn't backed up 100% was her marriage to Patrick. Even then, though, Pet had only asked a couple of pertinent questions, mentioned a few things that made her wonder if marrying him was smart, like his calling her his little China doll. Oh fuck, Patrick. That is so fucking racist and so not fucking cool to call her your little China doll. Why did she marry him if he did that? What a fucking asshole. But in the end her sister had accepted a decision and never let her feelings on. Wait, is that what it says? And never let her feelings. Oh, never let her feelings on Patrick's show again. There's a page turn. For Quinn's sake. Pet had always been welcoming and open to Patrick, which was doubly impressive since he'd been more than sarcastic and often unwelcoming her to lose her sister. Oh welcoming to her lose her sister, as he called her on occasion. Patrick had been a snob I'm getting I'm running ahead. Patrick had been a snob about medicine. If you weren't a doctor of some sort, you were somehow beneath him. And he considered Pat a slacker for going into history rather than medicine when she was obviously smart enough to be a doctor. But Patrick had only been rude about Pet when she was looking for a fight with Quinn, which is why he got insulted huh? Which is w oh what he got Okay, sorry, misreading words. Which is what he got when he insulted her sister to her. Oh so they fought because of that. If he'd ever dared to insult Pet to her face, well, frankly Quinn suspected it might have ended their marriage rather abruptly. Probably should. Pet's a history professor, isn't she? Yes, Quinn said, glancing at him with surprise. How'd you know that? She told me. Oh okay, so they fucking met before. Quinn nearly goggled at the man. You met my sis I don't know why I was trying to do Jets voice. You met my sister? Sure, I piloted dozens of flights for she, Santo, Par and Parker. Oh my fuck me. Let's try that line again, beanbag. Sure, I piloted dozens of flights she, Santo, and Parker had been on over the last four years, he informed her, although Parker didn't fly with them as often as after you moved to Italy. Quinn eyed him with curiosity, wondering how he knew when she'd moved to Italy. He's been fucking stalking you the whole fucking time. Not necessarily following you, but asking every single fucking person about you. Everybody knows Jet Thunderbuns Lasseter motherfucker wants to fuck you, except you. Before she could ask, Jet said, Santo and Pet are great, they're perfect for each other, and Parker's a good kid, smart as a whip too. Yes, he is, Quinn said softly, thinking of her son. He came up to the cockpit, okay, I think this is Jet. It's another page break. He came up to the cockpit to ride with me on most of the flights he was on. Yeah, it definitely would not be Quinn saying that. And each time he asked tons of questions, I wouldn't be surprised if surprised if he couldn't fly the damn plane by himself now. Is Jet when Parker's up in the cockpit going Parker Sorry, let me try the Jet voice. Parker, do you like movies about gladiators? Parker, have you ever been in a Turkish prison? Parker, have you ever seen a grown man naked? I wouldn't be surprised either, Quinn said with a grin. Her son was brilliant and inquisitive and probably researched flying after getting off the plane the very first time. By now he probably could fly one.

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I don't think he can, because that's very fucking difficult.

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I have a fair idea of how to fly a plane. That doesn't mean I can. I probably know more than Parker does about that. Maybe it would be the Indiana Jones situation from The Last Crusade where fly yes, land no. Peter Santa would always come up after a while to make sure Parker wasn't troubling me. Sometimes both of them would, Jet added. They'd often stay to talk for a bit too. I kind of wonder if in some of the other books before this one, if those interactions are present in there. I'm never gonna find out, 'cause I don't give a fuck enough about the stories to actually go back. But it makes me speculate for a moment. I can see that, Quinn said with a faint smile. Her sister had always been a chatty Kathy compared to her more reserved self. And then two abs has invited me to a note family shindig or thirty over the last four years, and they're usually at those and talk to me then as well. I like all three. I'm sure they like you too, Quinn assured him, but was thinking of all the times Pet had tried to convince her to come to one of those note family shindigs while she was in Italy. These last three and a half years because they're trying to hook you up with the one guy who's fucking wanting to fuck you. That's what I said. Everybody knows that Thunderbuns Lasseter wants to fuck you except you. Quinn had refused each time, insisting they go on without her. She might have met Jet at any one of them. How would she have reacted to meeting him in such a social situation? Do you? Oh do you as in reference to do you like me too? Dude, you just she just fucking really met you. This is way too fucking early to ask her if she likes him. Fuck me. Quinn blinked her thoughts away at the question and peered up at Jet blankly, wondering when he'd moved in front of her. She could feel the heat of his body. He was so close. Do I what? she asked with confusion. Like me? He asked with amusement. And when she flushed and started to lower her head, Jet caught her chin with one finger and raised it back up. Don't do the fucking oh fuck, don't do the fucking head tilt shit. Wait until she's fucking ready for that, because this is such an invasion of her personal space, man. She doesn't even fucking know you yet. And you're doing the fucking classic retarded thing where you put your finger under her chin, lift it up, so you can look her right in the eyes and be like, I want to have sex with you. And she, you know, is kind of confronted to that point for making a decision. Fuck, do not pressure her, you cocksucker. Not letting her escape. Come now, be fair. You can read my mind. She can't read your mind, Jet, or else she would have fucking listened to the fucking shit that you were fucking fantasizing about her. But he doesn't know that yet. Because Abigail probably can read minds. Or Kira. Who the fuck was Kira's bodyguard? The one that punched the bear. I don't remember her name now. It's not LaToya. Oh fuck, I don't remember. LaToya. Why did I say Latoya? I don't know. Jackson 5 Latoya. You know, The Whiz is not a very good show. And I think, you know, a good movie. I wanted I kind of wonder what the Broadway play would have been like back in the 70s before the movie was created. But the problem with it was is the head woman in it, the singer. Holy fuck, I wanted to say Elipus Gerald. It was not fucking Elipus Gerald. Diana Ross, is that who it was? I think it was Diana Ross from The Temptations. Whoever it was, she was way too old to play the part. She wanted to play the part because she thought she would be good for the part and she wanted to do that. And I don't like the movie. I like Michael Jackson's parts in it. But the rest of it I just don't like. Because it's really not well done. So that makes me kind of want to have seen the Broadway musical back in the 70s to kind of see the difference of it. Okay, so my mind connected Latoya, Latoya Jackson, Michael Jackson, The Whiz. Well, I'm just gonna go back because I don't know exactly where I stopped on that part. Come now, be fair, you can read my mind, so you know that I think you're incredibly beautiful and have been crazy, stupid, attracted to you ever since I flew you, Marguerite, and Julius to Toronto from Albany four years ago. I forgot that they did technically meet, but she was in the middle of dealing with her husband, fucking attacking her and Parker and dying. I really don't like Jet. He is such an asshole. He reminds me of my former roommate. I'm not gonna name him, because eventually he might listen to this. And I hope he's doing better now. But at the time he was super aggressive towards women, and then when they would reject him, we'd get super pissed off at them. And I hate this level of aggression because the guys don't ever see it as aggression. They see it as like, well, I'm just trying to express myself. And it's like, no dude, you're being a fucking total cock to him. And you're putting them in a position where if they say no, you're gonna flip the fuck out. So of course they say yes just because they don't want to deal with the fallout of you saying no. Fuck, I hate that. That's not consenting. That's forcing someone into a position, and consent is a huge issue with me. Quinn's eyes widened at that news because she hadn't read his mind and hadn't known that. She hadn't even known there'd been she hadn't even known he'd been her pilot before this flight. Surely you can at least tell me if you even find me a little bit attractive and might like me the teeniest bit. Teeniest what the butt? Why are you saying teeniest? Fuck you. I Quinn hesitated swallowing thickly. I couldn't hesitate swallowing thick fuck. I'm gonna leave both of those in because I tried redoing that fucking line because I stumbled over it, and I stumbled over it exactly the same fucking way. It was hard to think with him so close. The finger he'd used to raise her chin to me had moved along her jaw where it was running lightly back and forth in a surprisingly affecting caress. I really fucking hate Jet. Oh my god. I know it's a romance book. I know Lindsay Sands thinks this is sexy, but it's like when Edward was watching Bella sleep and standing in the corner of her fucking room. That's not sexy, that's stalkerish, that's way too fucking aggressive. That should put up all the red fucking flags in the world, but it won't, because Quinn's a fucking idiot. Is this the kind of shit that women get off to? I don't understand any of it. This is why I gave up relationships, what? 23 years ago. No. No, that's when other shit happened. When did I fucking stop? 21 years ago. That's when I stopped having relationships with anybody. I never fucking understood what anybody wanted. And they would never communicate with me. And he smelled so good. Yummy even. I have no idea what that means in context because I have no sense of smell and no memories associated with that. Whatever. She thought, unconsciously moving closer and inhaling him deeply. Damn, he really did smell delightful. She just wanted to bury her face in his neck and surround herself with a smell. Gwyn, he asked gently. Yes, she murmured, one hand rising to touch his stomach and then glide up towards his pecs. Oh fuck, are they gonna fuck in the dream? Jet's eyebrows rose and he asked uncertainly, Yes, you find me a little attractive too. Very attractive, she assured him. And I think I need you to kiss me. Oh fuck, dude. I hate this shit. She had no idea where the words came from, but it was how she felt, so she didn't call him back. She'd obviously shock Jet, though, if she were to judge by his expression. Really? he asked as if he were afraid she would snatch back the offer. Oh yes, please, Quinn breathed, moving closer still until her body glided against his. She didn't have to ask again. Jet bent over at no, that's not at all what that says. Jet bent at once to cover her mouth with his own and damn. Quinn had experienced passion before in her life. Her relationship with Patrick had started out very passionate, but it had been nothing like this. The moment Jet's mouth touched hers, it was like someone flipped a switch in her body. Every nerve from her lips down to her toes was suddenly tingling and vibrating in her body. She came from a cast. That's basically all it was. Quinn found herself stretching, her back arching and toes curling as her hands crept around his neck. And her fingers slid into his hair, tangling in the soft dark strands. Liquid heat was already pooling between her legs with the gentle caress of his lips. I told you. Against hers, and it just made her want him more. She opened her mouth under his, and he accepted the invitation at once, his tongue gliding in to wrestle with hers. They both groaned at the explosions that set off. Quinn's whole body was suddenly trembling, her weak legs no, sorry, her legs weak with need, so that she was clutching at him now to stay on her feet. But then she wasn't having to stay on her feet anymore. She was on the ground, and the sand was cool beneath her back in contrast to his heat as he pressed her down into it. And then his hands were moving, gliding over her body, caressing her, squeezing her there. So if they dream fuck, it's gonna be very interesting if they both snap out of it and not realizing that they were I mean, they're conscious they're in a j I don't know. I don't I don't know what how Lindsay's gonna handle that. And she's probably gonna talk to Petronella and be like, you know, I I meant Jet Lasseter and Petronella's gonna be probably be like, good, did he fuck you? One of his hands found a breast, and Quinn gasped into his mouth, her back bowing to thrust herself more fully into the caress as he followed her through her blouse. She found herself wishing she wasn't wearing it, that she was naked. But this time the dream didn't accommodate her and present her naked for his pleasure. Instead, Jepp Jeff Jet had to stop caressing her to tug at her top. Quinn wasn't surprised when the buttons gave way, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. She was even grateful for it because it allowed him to tug the silk out of the way. The lacy white bra was tugged aside next, and then Jet broke their kiss and slid down to claim the nipple he'd rebuild, drawing it into his hot mouth. Speaking of nipples, Minotaurs, right? Half cow, half human. Would they have human nipples or would they have cow nipples? If they have cow nipples, that's gonna be a longer nipple that's semi-firm, like what, three inches or so? And then if you suckle on it and you get fresh milk into your mouth, or if you milk it, but then like minotaur milk is half human and half cow milk, and human milk you can't really make good cheese with. You can't make good cheese with donkey milk either. Can you make good cheese, like firm cheese with Minotaur milk? Or would it be like a soft cheese? Like you can make cheese with human milk, but it's a soft cheese. So now I'm thinking about if you suckled on a minotaur's nipples and they were big, but if you milk them, I don't know where I'm going with this. Kind of just want a nice glass of minotaur milk right now to kind of see what that would be like. Is there like farms where you have a bunch of Minotaur women and then you milk them and their milk's high quality and you sell that? But that goes over well in like Japan, where they have a culture which is centered around like super high quality milk, because milk isn't an everyday thing for them, but in other places like Hokkaido, they do really like quality milk things, and Japanese milk tends to be a lot creamier than American milk. I don't think these I think it's because they don't really pasteurize it and separate the cream as much. That's where my mind went when I heard, you know, it was you know he freed the nipple and started suckling on it, I started thinking about fucking Minotaur milk again. Quinn opened her eyes on a cry and started up through the branches of a pine tree. Little mules and moans of pleasure slipping from her mouth as her tongue as his tongue swirled over and around her nipple as he sucked as his lips suckled. God, it felt so damn good, she thought faintly. She felt alive for the first time in four years, and then his hand moved down between her legs and she bucked, thrusting into the heel of his hand as it pressed against her. Yes, Jet, please, she begged, and used her hold on his hair to drag his lips away from her breast and back and up to her mouth to kiss him feverishly as he caressed her through her slacks. But she wanted to touch him too, so keeping the fingers this is where we're going to start talking about Thunderbun's dick, and I'm wondering what she's going to use to describe that. So keeping the fingers of one hand tangled in his hair to ensure he didn't break their kiss, she let the other slide down his body, feeling her way down his chest and then stomach before finding the bulge between his legs. Pausing there she covered and then squeezed his erection through the dress pants, and this time it was Jet who broke their kiss. Turning his head away on a grunt, he gasped her name almost in protest, but he was thrusting against her hand even as he did. And she smiled and then kissed and licked his neck. I understand what that means, it's just as her fingers slid over him, he felt and smelled so damn good, so delicious, so without realizing how it happened, Quinn was suddenly sinking her teeth into his neck. He's gonna come from the vampire bite, isn't he? Jet moaned in pleasure. But Quinn's eyes opened and she froze in sudden horror as she realized what she was doing, and then was pushing him off her and scrambling away to get scrambling to get away from him. Yeah, she's still struggling with being a vampire, so this is probably gonna be extremely traumatic to her. So I don't think they're gonna be fucking for a few more chapters or pages or something. Ideally I'd like to keep the fucking in the book to a minimum, but not because I'm against it, just because I don't like Jet. I think he's a fucking idiot, I think Quinn's a fucking idiot, and I think the two of them fucking are stupid, but no, that's me. Now we're shifting to Jet's perspective. Quinn jet murmured with confusion and started to sit up cursing when he hit his head on one of the low hanging branches of the pine tree he dragged. What the fuck? Oh okay. They're waking up from the dream now. So let's go back to the beginning on that one. Quinn jet murmured with confusion and started to sit up cursing when he hit his head on one of the low hanging branches of the pine tree he dragged Quinn under after fetching her from the river. Rubbing his head he glanced around with confusion. Bright morning sunlight was filtering through the branches, dappling the area with dark and light, and he supposed one of those bits of light had landed on his eyes and woken him from the best damn dream he'd had in ages. He'd been with Quinn and they'd the memory died in his mind as he realized that she wasn't there under the tree anymore. Where had she gone? Concerned snaking through him, Jet crawled out from under the low lying branches and dragged himself to his feet and looked around, frowning when he noted the position of the sun in the sky. It wasn't early morning, it was more like mid afternoon, he realized. Seeing the position of the sun in the sky, they'd slept a good portion of the day away. Obviously, nanobot vampires are not allergic to sunlight. Although in original vampire legends, they're not allergic to sunlight either. Thinking Dracula, he can deal with sunlight just fine. It doesn't kill him. I think that comes from the hammer versions where Peter Cushing rips down a curtain and burns Christopher Lee. Cause I remember that scene definitely, but I don't know if it ever existed before that scene. They'd slept a good portion of the day away, and it made him wonder if the crazed Russian immortals had run right past where they were sleeping or if they too had slept somewhere. He spent a moment hoping for the first option until he recalled the unsuspecting mortals in the settlement Cura had spotted when she climbed that tree. They would have been helpless against them. He thought unhappily and then noticed Quinn down by the river. Was she living in a van? Down by the river. She was kneeling at the shoreline, splashing water in her face, running one hand over his own face, trying to wake himself up fully from the crazy passionate dream he'd just been he'd just been enjoying. Jet started forward, grimacing when his erection protested at the movement. Down fella, he muttered, and dropping his gaze to the burgeoning hard on trying to poke its way out of his slacks. I wonder if she did actually nibble him in the dream. I guess we'll find out in a minute. Christ, that had been a hot dream. Real sex had never been half as exciting as just kissing and caressing Quinn in a dream. Somehow he didn't think that was good for him. If the woman had intruded on his thoughts when he was with other women before, it could only be worse after that experience, he worried. Shaking his head, he continued forward, his gaze taking in the petite woman by the water. She wasn't just splashing water in her face, she was splashing it all over her chest too, he noted with a small frown. But before he could ask if she was alright, she apparently heard him approaching. Quinn leapt to her feet and swung around to face him, then began to back away, putting space between them. I'm sorry, she blurted out miserably. I don't know what happened. Woman I was having a dream that we had fries and then walked down the beach, and the next thing I knew I was biting you for real, and I'm so sorry. So she did actually bite him, so he's erect because of that, or because of the dream or whatever. Jet stopped, his hand going to his neck as his eyes widened. Though it wasn't at the two small wounds he felt on his throat, it was a combination of her words and the fact that her blouse was hitting wide open, but the buttons missing and one of her breasts was out of the cup of her bra and on display, just as it would have been if the dream he'd had was real. So it was actually reality at that point. Had it been a dream, he was pretty sure it had been, at least at the start, but they'd been lying close together when he'd fallen asleep. He'd been spooning her. Perhaps the dream had slipped over into reality when they began to kiss and caress and I won't come near you, I promise, Quinn said now. You'll have to go on alone. You're obviously not safe with me anymore. That snapped Jet out of his thoughts and he frowned, letting his hand slide from his neck and back to his side. But he didn't immediately address what she'd said. Instead, he said in the calmest voice he could manage, I think we had best move away from the water to somewhere with a little more cover to discuss this, Quinn. Kira and the others could come up on us at any moment here. Quinn shook her head. I think you should just go now. I'm a I'm as much of a threat as they are now what? No, I read it right. I'm as much of a threat as they are, but I keep wanting to put nows in there. No, you're not, Jet assured her, still using his calm voice. He took a step toward her, holding his hand out. Please let's just move a little way into the trees and talk. When Quinn shook her head wildly and backed farther away, Jet stopped at once and peered along the opposite shoreline as he debated what to do. Finally he just looked at her and asked, Were you dreaming? We were in a hospital and then an old fashioned style restaurant with booths. Quinn froze at the question, her mouth dropping open. That was answered enough for Jet to know it had definitely been a shared dream, but he continued. We had shakes and fries with enough vinegar, ketchup, and salt on them to kill anyone with a mortal ticker, and then we walked on the beach. We talked about family and I admitted I was attracted to you and had been for over four years, and then we rather than put into words what they'd done, he gestured to her open top. Quinn looked down with confusion and then gasped and tucked her breast back into her bra even as she pulled her blouse closed. She then tried to do up the buttons, but there weren't any to do up. He'd popped them off trying to get her breast in the dream, and apparently in real life too. In the end, she tied the tails of the blouse together under her bra. It left her stomach on display, but her bra and what had had what it had protected were now covered. I'm just gonna take a break here for a second and talk to you about something that just popped up in my head last night. I watched What's Up Doc Again. Fantastic film. Really, really like Barbara Streisand in that. She's chaotic, she's intelligent, she's insane, and she's fucking hot. And I think that was like 1972. And Ryan O'Neill is fucking hot too. I mean, the two of them together are really pretty people. Amazing film. If you've never seen it, it's a classic comedy that's kind of a screwball comedy. Madeline Kahn's in it too, and uh a bunch of other actors that I recognized from other places, but I couldn't tell you who they were. She's basically playing almost the same type of character that she played in Jun Frankenstein, where it's the overbearing wife or girlfriend type character. It's a really funny film, but the blouse part just reminded me of one scene where Barbara Streisand's in the tub, and Ryan O'Neill comes in and sees her in there, and he's trying to play the straight man, and he's doing it very well. And he had just taken up a shirt and then his pants drop, and she's staring at him because she's taking a bath in his room, and he tells her to get out, and so she stands up and he basically turns his back and she puts a towel around herself. But anyways, I just you know, very attracted to 1970s, Barbara Streisand. Politically, I don't like where she's at, but she was fucking hot, man. Big nose, blue eyes, very Jewish. Kind of into that. Just like with Claire Danes and you know Romeo and Juliet, big nose, really fucking hot. Claire Danes now, though, is she still looks really good. It's like Lucy Lawless in Zena wasn't really attracted to her there, but Lucy Lawless, older in life, very attractive. Mary McDonald, too. Like Mary McDonald in Dances with Wolves, pretty good. Mary McDonald in I hope I'm saying her name right, because all of a sudden I just blinked. Is that actually her fucking name? As President Rosalind in Battlestar Galactica, that's where the connection with Lucy Lawless comes in, because Lucy Lawless was Cylon number three. As President Rosalind in Battlestar Galactica, still very attractive. Once that was done, she raised her head and asked with some dignity, How do you know I w I was dreaming? And then she frowned. No, sorry, I misread that completely. How do you know what I was dreaming? Then she frowned. And how the hell did my clothes get ruined in real life from a dream? Well, I'm thinking we shared the dream, Jet said quietly, knowing exactly what that meant. Apparently Quinn didn't, he realized with amazement when she frowned and asked, Is that possible? How can we share a dream? Because you're fucking psychic, Quinn. You're a fucking psychic vampire. You were projecting the dream. You drew jet into your fucking dream. You wanted him to fuck you. You freaked the fuck out when you bit him. He's got a fucking heart on right now. Are you gonna suck him off? I mean, you already did technically suck him off. She is so fucking slow on the uptake, man. All the clues are there. They're laid out in a nice fucking row for her to get context for, but she is completely fucking oblivious. Jick could hardly believe the question. She was a damned immortal. She was supposed to know this business, not him. He only knew because Abs had explained about life mates and their symptoms to him to reassure him that she wasn't going uh that she wasn't moving too quickly and making a mistake when it came to her and Tommaso. Is it like imprinting from Twilight? Still think it's really fucking weird Jacob imprinted on the baby, y'all. I'm just gonna say it. But Taylor Lautner ended up marrying a woman named Taylor. And when she took his last name, she became Taylor Lautner. So Taylor Lautner and Taylor Lautner, I think she's pregnant right now, and I really, really hope they name their baby Taylor. Middle name, Taylor Lautner, last name Lautner. So it would be Taylor Lautner and Taylor Lautner with Taylor Taylor, Lautner, and Lautner. That would be fucking hilarious. Which was something he'd worried about, at least until he got to know the guy and watched him with abs for a bit. The two really were perfect for each other, which is kind of fucking weird because if they imprinted Tomas, well, it's like, no, okay, imprinting. I was thinking it was like J Edward imprinting on Bella, but it Edward didn't actually imprint on Bella, he just fell in love with her smell or some weird shit. And he was a lot older than Bella. Tomaso is like a century older than Abigail or lived for a century, and so he's like 70 years older than her, or some fucking nightmare. I don't know what the fuck. I don't like the whole concept of soulmates because you're telling me out of the entire in fucking universe and the human race, there's only one person you're supposed to be with. Fuck that noise. What if you aren't very good together? A lot of people who say, I found my soulmate have a lot of issues with them. It's not possible, Quinn muttered. Jet scowled at her announcement and shifted his speed. Then how do I know that we were dreaming? How do I know that your father died when you were tiny and your mother and her new husband and when you were six, you're shipped off to Albany, New York? Why are you saying Albany, New York? There's only one fucking Albany that matters. If you're talking about Albany, you're most likely talking about New York. If you're talking about Paris, I don't think you're gonna be talking about Paris, fucking Texas. You don't need to put the state there. Well, okay, Paris is France. You don't there's no fucking state, but you don't need to say Paris, France. You just say Paris. If you're talking about Paris, Texas, you say Paris, Texas. If you're talking about Albany, you're talking about Albany, New York. It's not gonna be like Albany, Iowa. Unless you happen to live in Albany, Iowa. It's a nice little town. I think. I don't know if I remember that right. It's been like twenty-five years since I've been through it. To be raised by your godmother and her husband, who are both physicians of the family practice they wanted you to join. Again with the fucking exposition dumps. I know why he's doing it. I just hate the writing on it. When she stared at him silently, apparently at a loss as to how to explain it, he assured her, it is possible when we shared a dream. It happens all the time. Between possible life mates. Dun dun dun What? she squawked with dismay. It's one of the ways lifemates recognize each other. Shared dreams are one of the symptoms, he explained and then scowled. And Marguerite should have taught you that while she was explaining everything else about immortals four years ago four years ago. Why the hell didn't she? Because Quinn didn't want to fucking know fuck. Quinn didn't want to know any fucking thing. Like I said before, I would cut off my own leg and see if I could reattach it because I'm the curious type of motherfucker that wants to know every single thing about this. If someone granted me immortality, I would see if there were possible ways to kill myself that way. I wouldn't call it suicide because I'd be most likely guaranteed to survive it. But I would be interested what the limitations were. Wouldn't want to be immortal anyways. She might have quit admitted unhappily. But I'm afraid I wasn't a very good pupil. I didn't listen to half the time and I had trouble accepting what it was, and and that's why they let me go to Italy. They were hoping Pet could adjust. Oh Pet could help me adjust and finish my training. She grimaced and then confessed. But I I let her think my training was done. I just wanted peace and quiet to be left alone to deal. Jet was silent for a minute. So yeah, Pet has to be a vampire if she's with Tommaso, I betcha. I mean we don't have confirmation on that yet, but I'm sure she is. Jet was silent for a minute, but then rustling from the woods made him shift nervously and grance around glance around. Well I'm not say staying out here in the open to discuss this. If you want to talk, I'll be in the woods all alone, waiting for you. I'm trying to rush through it because I want to just be fucking done. Got about six pages left, so let me try this again a little slower. Well, I'm not staying out here in the open to discuss this. If you want to talk, I'll be in the woods all alone, waiting for either you or one of the bloodlusting locos to find me. I'm surprised it didn't say sheep hires. Turning on his heel on that note, Jet walked into the woods. It wasn't like he had a choice. He couldn't force the woman to come talk with him. But he was hoping she'd follow if only to try to convince him to go on without her. Really, though, he was hoping she'd want to discuss this life mate business. Of course you are, dude. It's an impingement on free fucking will and choice. If you choose to be together with someone and you choose to build a life with someone, that's awesome. And if they choose the same thing with you and meet you on a lot of ways, I know there's gonna be rough patches and shit, but if they're if they do their share of the work and you do your share of the work for mutual benefit, you can have a good family life together. Life mates kind of just pigeonholes you into a thing where you're fucked if you don't want to be with that person anymore. Because you're life mated. And what happens if a life mate dies? Do you never move on? Do you die as a result of it? Victoria, Victoria from Twilight, didn't move on. She let r revenge consume her, so much so that she shifted to being Bryce Dallas Howard for the rest of the movies. Kinda interesting. And then Bryce Dallas Howard in the Spider-Man movies, the Sam Raimi ones, was blonde because she was playing Gwen Stacy. But then they had the blonde Kristen Stewart. No, sorry, Kristen Stewart's Twilight. Kirsten Dunst playing a redhead is Mary Jane. But Bryce Dallas Howard is a redhead. So what the fuck, Sam Raimi? I don't fucking get it. Although she was kind of cute as um Gwen Stacy. And then she was in another movie where she was with the guy from Third Rock from the Sun. I cannot remember his name. He was also in Ten Things I Hate About You, The Actor. Um, you know him. He played Robin in The Dark Knight, not The Dark Knight, the one that came after, the one with Bane. Um anyways. Fuck, why can't I remember his name right now? Joseph Gordon Levitt. So she was in a movie with him where he had cancer and she cheated on him and left him. And Anna Kendrick, who was in Twilight, was the one who was his cancer doctor who he ended up with at the end of the movie. I think Seth Rogan was in that movie too, but I hate Seth Rogan. I don't like him at all. I'm just gonna go back to the story, or else I'm gonna keep going on these tangents. That was actually kind of an interesting movie. I didn't care that much for it, but I don't even remember the name of it. He certainly did. Jed had never imagined that he'd be a possible life mate for an immortal, but it explained a lot. His obsession with the woman for the last four years, after just seeing her board the plane a couple times, had more than once made him feel like a loco. Like one of those creepy stalker type guys. That's what I'm fucking saying, Jet. You're a fucking stalker. All the signs are there, motherfucker. He felt a little better knowing that there might be a good reason for it. Christ, he was a Possible life mate to her. Now what? That's what I'm asking. While he'd asked the question, his brain didn't have a ready answer. Never having imagined that he might be a life mate to someone, Jed had never contemplated such an issue and wasn't sure at all if he wanted to be one. Being a life mate being a life mate I can't read the fucking line, man. Being a life mate meant turning like absad done, and that meant becoming a blood drinker, which just sounded disgusting to him. I will say blood is not good. I hate the taste of blood. I don't mind it cooked, like blood pudding or blood sausage. That's pretty good, but raw blood, that's disgusting, man. And ugh I don't like it at all. I don't understand why vampires like it. Fuck. That passion though, part of his mind argued, damn, a man could live off that for so alone for several lifetimes. Hell just thinking about it was re-re Hell just thinking about it was reawakening Mr. Happy in his pants. Does Jet actually have a name for his dick? I know a couple guys that named their dicks for some weird fucking reason. I know a girl who named her husband's dick for some weird fucking reason. I know it's just like a pejorative uh you know, is pejorative the right word for it. I know it's just a a you know, a saying, Mr. Happy. But I would fucking laugh if he actually said it's time for Mr. Happy to get into the moist cave or some weird fucking shit like that. And knowing Lindsay Sands' riding style, that's entirely plausible for her to do that. Grimacing Jet adjusted himself and glanced around until he spotted a handy log to sit on. It was long dead, grey from the elements, leaching out any last remainings of life from it. But it seemed solid enough and didn't crumple under his weight, so he relaxed on the log and waited, not sure at all Quinn would come to him. He was mighty relieved when she did out of the woods a moment later and then hesitated, eyeing him uncertainly. When Jet patted the log next to him, she moved forward but didn't sit where he'd indicated. Instead, she picked the opposite end of the log as far away from him as she could get. Or why don't you just sit cross legged on the ground? They were both silent for a minute, Jette, because she was so damn beautiful, the woman was lovely in her professional garb and persona, but with her shirt tied like that, leaving a deep neckline that revealed the curves of her breast and left her stomach on display, not to mention her hair all poofing wild around her for head from their makeout session, she was fucking breathtaking. He just wanted to tug her shirt open again, but remove her bra as well this time and do you really think we're life mates? I wonder if she knows how to access the thought reading part. Because she's clearly still fucking oblivious to what he's thinking about. Jet blinked his lusty thoughts away, wiped away the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of one hand, and cleared his throat. Yes. And that was it. Yes. That's all he could manage then. Mr. Happy wasn't very happy being restricted to his dress slacks all swollen and hot as he was, and Jet was quite sure the blood was now engorging Mr. Happy coming straight from his brain because it seemed pretty empty of all except what he'd like to do with Quinn at the moment. He really does call his dick Mr. Happy. That's three or four times now he said Mr. Fucking Happy in his thoughts. Fuck you. Jet Thunderbuns lass at her cocksucker motherfucker. I hate that so much. Quinn sighed happily. Oh, sorry. Let me try that again. Quinn sighed heavily. That changes the dynamic of what she's gonna do. And peered down at her hand sadly. I don't think I'm ready for a life, mate, Jet. I need counseling or something first. Actually, I need to get my shit together, figure out what I was gonna do with my life, and get to it so I can look after my son, and I need to figure all that out before I even consider getting involved with someone in a romantic way. How about just no strings attached, crazy monkey sex then? Oh, sorry. So it's inner thoughts, because it's in italics. I thought that was Quinn's inner thoughts, it's Jet's inner thoughts. So let me try that in Jet's inner thought voice. How about just no strings attached, crazy monkey sex then? Cause you just want to fucking get your dick wet, man, and uh fucking hate that fucking shit. So much. Some part of Jet's mind screamed. But he abruptly shook the thought from his head as inappropriate and considered the fact that while he wasn't at all sure he wanted a life main either, her saying she wasn't ready for one still hurt. Weird, he thought, but then he cleared his throat and said, Perhaps you can worry about that later. Right now I think we should c concentrate on getting to civilization and finding some help for the other ladies from the plane. Right, Quinn stood abruptly and turned apologetically to him. You need to go on without me. I'll try to locate the others and hold them off long enough for you to That's not gonna happen, Jed interrupted firmly, and when she opened her mouth to protest, he held up a hand to silencer before saying the word I fucking hate. Solemn motherfuckingly At least it's only twice so far in the chapter, and we're almost done. I think we only got a couple more pages to go. Quinn, I won't make it out of these woods without you. I would if I didn't have crazy blood hungry vamps on my ass, but if I do, and I'm only mortal, you can't hold back for four four or four of them. You can't hold back four of them on your own. And I can't outrun them on my own. I need you. But I bit you, she cried as if she might have forgotten that fact, as if he might have forgotten that fact, as if someone might have forgotten that fact. He hadn't, in fact. He was recalling the increased pleasure and excitement he'd experienced when she did it and was thinking he wouldn't mind experiencing it again. Besides, she needed the blood, so really he was being selfless. You got Who the fuck is talking? Okay. You got pretty banged up in the rapids, he said. The way that the it's structured on the page is utterly fucking confusing because it was, you know, Quinn said, but I bit you, but then the rest of it was fucking Jet's thought underneath that for the rest of the paragraph. I'm like, what the fuck? So now Jet's talking. You got pretty banged up in the rapids, he said, and you're really pale, you obviously need blood, and I need you to be strong and healthy to help me survive. I know I said twice, it's three fucking times now, Lindsay, you fucking hack fraud. He said solemnly. My niece has a playroom, and I was over at my sister's place a couple days ago, and I opened up the playroom door to see if my niece is in there and solemnly smacked me right in the fucking face because painted on the wall was the Harry Potter thing. I solemnly swear I'm up to no good. And then I looked at it and I just went, fuck. Had I not read this book, I never would have paid attention to that word. But now that I've read this book and we are eighty-eight chapters in chapters. I wish we were eighty-eight chapters in, fuck. Now that we're eighty-eight pages in, I think the clicker is going to be somewhere around twenty. I think you should bite me and take some blood, just enough for you to be able to get us out of hearing no, that's not it. Just enough for you to be able to get us to help. He rushed on quickly when she began to protest. When she hesitated, looking uncertain, he pointed out, It's not just for me, Quinn. Whatever people there are in the town or Camp Kirasa under the are under threat too. We need to call in help, or they could be killed as well. When her shoulders dropped in defeat, he almost sagged in relief. He really didn't need her help to get away from the Russian immortals. Wait. Oh. Again, I'm putting in fucking words that aren't there. So when I'm reading something, I'm not reading every single word. My brain runs really quick on processing. And I'm if you use AI, it's a predictive algorithm. Depending on what you tell it, it predicts what to say back to you. That's kind of how my brain's working when I read a little bit. Not that I'm predicting what to say back to somebody, but when I'm reading something, I'm predicting what the words should be. And oftentimes I'm putting in extra words that aren't even fucking there. He really did need her help to get away from the Russian immortals, and he wasn't too proud to say so. Jet knew his strengths. He'd been trained in self-defense before, and while in the Navy he could carry his own against most men, and even a lot of animals. Jet, did you get into some boxing matches with kangaroos and fucking bears while you were in the Navy? What the fuck does that mean, Lindsay? Most animals? I got kicked in the fucking head by a horse. I got ate by a giraffe. I got fucking bit by a spider twice. One in a very private area. What does that fucking mean? Why did you put that in there, Lindsay Sands? I guess it's gonna explain it here in a second. Although he wouldn't have willingly taken on a bear, but he was mortal with a mortal man's strength. He could not go up against immortals and win, not without a damned weapon or something. Yes, the giraffe actually did eat my head. I'll tell you that story real quick, too. It's kind of funny. I was pretty young, I don't remember it, but my parents remember it and would tell me about it, and the Hocal Zoo confirmed it later on when I was asking about it. That's the zoo in Solic City. Um, back in the 80s, early 80s, they had an enclosure where you could kind of interact with the giraffes a little bit. The giraffes could lean down and you could hold up stuff for them to eat. So I was on my dad's shoulders, and a giraffe leaned down and put its entire fucking mouth over my head and basically molested me and tried to pull me off my dad's shoulders. It didn't bite down on me though, thankfully. My dad pulled me down and said that my head was slick with giraffe saliva and stunk. That's the first time I can kind of rem you know, point the finger at weird shit happening to me. So I think I was less than two years old at that point. I think that was the universe's way of saying, Buckle up, you're gonna have a very fucking interesting ride. And for the next forty-two years it has been pure chaos. How do you want me to do this? Jack glanced at Quinn at a question that hesitated briefly before holding out his wrist. He'd really rather return to what they'd been doing earlier and go from there, but speed was important here, so the wrist seemed the fastest vein for her to tap. Quinn eyed his wrist anxiously and then moved closer. She didn't sit down, she didn't have to. She was short enough that she could take his hand and raise it to her mouth without him sitting. Jack closed his eyes, expecting the same pleasure and bliss he'd experienced when she'd bit his neck earlier, but after a moment during which she hesitated, he felt what it was a sharp pain and drawing sensation that hurt like a son of a bitch and made him whimper like a girl. She's biting your wrist, I understand, because that's where a good blood vein is for her to drink on, but your wrist also has an awful lot of fucking nerves. Of course it's gonna fucking hurt, dude. You could have offered her anything else, like a meteor part of your arm or something instead of your fucking wrist. And he should know that too. He was in the fucking navy. She should know that too. She was a fucking is was Surgeon. Quinn froze at the sound, her eyes shooting to his face. She'd been worried that she'd have some trouble bringing her fangs on and doing this. But mm. No, that's what it says, bring her fangs on. I guess it means in relation to the wrist. But the moment she'd raised his wrist to her face and had smell and his smell had enveloped, I almost said envelope, but it's the same fucking word, just pronounced slightly different. Her her fang had slid down and drool had formed in her mouth. Still, she hesitated a moment before biting. So I guess they're retractable, because in true blood, they're like switchblades that come out, which I think is kind of cool. In Twilight, I think they're retractable too. I can't quite remember. I'm sorry, she said sincerely, as she released her hold on his arm. Fuck Jet murdered. Murdered, muttered, rubbing his wrist as he stood to pace away. That freaking hurt. Why the hell did it hurt? Didn't hurt when we stopping abruptly, he swung back to her. Ab said she didn't feel the first time nope. Come on, read it correctly. Ab said she didn't feel it the first time Tommaso bit her, that he distracted her with kisses. I keep reading it tomato, not Tommaso. Quinn eyed him uncertainly. Okay. That's all she says. And that's what's happening when you bit me the first time and I didn't feel the pain then, he pointed out, moving back to her. So if we kiss and do stuff again, you should be able to bite me more without hurting me. Quinn's eyes widened. You want me to that was as far as she got before he bent and kissed her. There was no build-up this time, no brushing of lips against lips. This time his tongue was out, seeking entrance the moment their mouths met. Quinn opened to Jet without hesitation. When his mouth covered hers, her arms crept up around his neck and then she gasped and wrapped her legs around his waist, and then he suddenly straightened. Now they're gonna fuck. I was hoping she was gonna have a traumatic resonance with this for a bit, but she's not. Fuck, damn it, dude. Oh well, I guess we'll get the sex out of the way immediately, or by the next chapter. But was too distracted by his thrusting ton tangled with hers to pay much attention until she felt the tree press into her back. Pinning her against the tree with his lower body, Jet broke their kiss and leaned his upper body back to see what he hm? Who the fuck? Jet broke their kiss and leaned his upper body back to see what he was doing as he went to work undo okay, undoing the knot he so he's putting her breast again. Undoing the knot she'd put in her blouse to keep it closed. Gwyn had barely glanced down to see that's what he was doing when he managed to undo her blouse and tug it open to reveal her lacy bla blah bra to his view. She watched him run one finger along the edge of the lace and then that finger slid under the delicate cloth and tugged down first one tugged down under first one breast and then the other. His hands were immediately claiming the bounty he revealed, and Quinn leaned back against the tree and moaned as he caressed her. So book talk is a thing on TikTok where women will constantly talk about reading smut novels and masturbating while they're reading the words on the page. Is this what really gets you off, girls? Because this is shit. This is fucking ridiculous shit. You need some better fucking masturbatory literature is all I'm saying. Beautiful, he murmured, and then claimed her open mouth and kissed her again. Quinn kissed him back eagerly, her hands clutching at his shoulders as she arched into his caress, and then he broke their kiss and offered her his neck. Her veins immediately slid out and down, but she hesitated, afraid to hurt him. And then she ran her lips lightly over his throat but didn't bite. Instead, she just slid her hand down between them to find the bulge of his groin. Quinn had to urge him back a bit and let herself slide down his length an inch or two to reach it, but then they both groaned as she covered his hardness and began to rub and caress him. Oh God, Quinn, Jack groaned, nipping at her ear with excitement, and Quinn finally let her teeth glide into his neck. She felt him stiffen against her, yes, because you just fucking bit him and he's going to come. And almost withdrew her fangs, afraid she was hurting him, but then he began to thrust into her caressing hand, moaning, Oh yes, Quinn, God, baby, oh my god. See, it's fucking stupid. Relieved she let her fangs in and continued to caress him, her own body responding as if she was caressing herself. The sensation building on top of excitement, his hands moving over her breast, kneading and squeezing, and then tweaking her nipples. It was all blurring together inside of her and building in her, wave after wave of mounting excitement and need, and then a distant shriek caught her ear just as Jet suddenly moaned and staggered. The Russians have appeared. Thank fucking God, because I wanted a better sex scene than this. Not that I'm against outdoor fucking on fallen logs where all the fucking termites and ants are. But I think it should be written better, Lindsay. And I know you've done 33 fucking books, and you probably have quite a bit of success with them, and you're making money off of them, so you keep producing them. Who am I to say that your writing's bad? Oh wait, I'm me. I'm gonna say your writing's fucking bad. It's not for me. I'm well aware of that. I'm also not a woman masturbidating to book talk, but I could be if you donated twenty thousand dollars each. But I'm not going to because I don't want to transition. I like me. Don't stop, Demoaned, but he was swaying slightly, and she knew she'd take more blood than she probably should have. Reaching for his wrist, she took his pulse, relieved to find it only a little elevated, and then another shriek sounded in the distance. She couldn't tell how far away they were, but if they if she could hear them, they were too close as far as she was concerned, and Quinn hugged Jet briefly and whispered, We have to go. Yeah, he sighed the word into her hair, stirring it with his breath. Can you get up? she asked. He is up, fucking Quinn. He's like temp pulling right now. Standing up now, offering him her hand. Jet took it but only used it to steady himself as he stood. How are you? she asked with a small frown, and he was swaying on the speech, his expression a bit disoriented. She brushed a strand of the and she brushed a s and she brushed a shr I might just leave all three of those in. And she brushed a strand of hair back from his face and smiled. I'm good, better. You will be too once I get you to safety. No, fuck. Sorry, that's Quinn. It's kind of hard to tell sometimes because the way the things are, it's a little bit run on when the in the book. I'm good, better. You will be too once I get you to safety. Now wait here for a minute, urging him closer to the tree. She leaned him against it so he wouldn't fall over and then quickly scrambled up the tree. She's gonna do a Kira. She's gonna jump down from it. Quinn didn't think about it, she just did it, which is pretty impressive, really. She'd never climbed a tree before, not even as a kid. She did she so she's doing spider monkey from fucking twilight. But her strength made it a breeze, and she climbed up as far as the tree would hold her, and then she moved out to the branches, blocking her view to peer out to the surroundings. She spotted the encampment first, it was definitely looking like some kind of camp or hotel, not a town. And then she followed the sound of another shriek and looked back the way she they'd come the night before. At first she couldn't see anything, but then she thought she spotted movement in a distant tree and immediately began to scramble back down to the one she was in back down the one she was in. Fuck hell, dude. I'm so ready to be done with this book. I just got like a paragraph left, so the encampment was closer than the movement Quinn had seen in the trees behind them, but as far as immortals moved, as fast as immortals moved, she wouldn't have long to get Jet and the other people in the camp to safety before the Russian women would be on them. Jet was still leaning against the tree when she landed on the ground next to it. Quinn didn't take the time to explain, she simply hefted him over her shoulder and broke into a run in the direction of the camp and started to pray. Thank you for joining me on chapter five of Storytime with Uncle Beanbag, Mile Hive with the Vampire. Chapter six will come out next week. I'm kind of hoping we've avoided fucking for a bit. Instead, it was just a lot of heavy petting and groping and a little bit of blood play. Simbat time, Simbat Channel. Tune in next week. We're almost a third through the book. That's encouraging.