Page 7 of Suck This

“I think it’s time to go,” Keisha stood, swallowing her drink in three swallows. “I have to be at work early tomorrow, and so do you.”

I reluctantly slid out of my booth, knowing that Keisha had picked up on her friend’s trepidation, too.

Lucky for me, she stumbled and I had to catch her, otherwise she would’ve walked off without another word.

The second my fingers touched her skin, though, my mouth watered.

She smelled like the ocean. All sun and sand. Things that I could experience, but hadn’t indulged in a beach in well over a thousand years.

I’d been a twenty-four-year-old man, well on his way to having a family, when I was struck upon by thieves in the night. Thieves that’d been my own flesh and blood. Men that I hadn’t been wary of and should have been.

They’d stolen my horse and left me for dead… and that’s how I was found by Carrion. My maker.

He transformed me. He also said it was the hardest thing he’d ever done as an undead man, and I’d been so far gone that he thought I might not make it.

But I’d proven him wrong.

And I’d continued to do that up until this very day.

I would also continue to pursue this woman with her brown eyes and black hair. The succulent lips that were made for kissing and fucking.

“Have a nice night,” I told the woman in my arms before I released her.

She blinked, leaned forward slightly, and then pushed away so abruptly that I had to work to contain my laugh.

Yes, this would be fun.

As she walked away, I watched her, loving the chase already.

“Don’t,” Abraham grumbled.

I turned, a smile breaking out over my face, and scoffed.

“Watch me.”