You want to know what's not fun? What's not cool in any way, shape or form? What's scary as hell? Because let me to tell you going to sleep in your nice comfy king sized bed after a long day at work and waking up somewhere completely different is not fun, is not cool, and is scary even for someone in my line of work. Nope that's definitely not my nice warm, fleece blanket, nor is that my bedside lamp, and neither is that small light peeking out from under the bathroom door, my light; mine has a blue hue. And what's worse is the warm, hard body pressed up behind me with their very muscular arm thrown over my waist.
I looked at the little clock sitting on the bedside table, it's red numbers showing it was 10:30 in the morning, way too early for this shit. Slowly and quietly I slip from the bed and make sure not to wake the man behind me. I wasn't exactly ready for a confrontation. My feet barely made noise on the carpeted floor as I crept into the bathroom. Turning the faucet on I splashed some water on face and dried it. The more awake I became the more last night started coming back to me in little flashes. Finished my job, went to the bar grabbed a gin and tonic...okay nothing out of the ordinary there. Now why am I here and not back at home. Come on Rachelle you can figure this out.
"Hello gorgeous mind if I sit here?" a voice to the left of me asked. Looking up I took in candy green eyes, unkempt dark hair and a smile to die for. "Go for it." I turned toward him more and truly took in the sexy specimen of a man sitting next to me. It had been awhile since I had been with anyone and well he looked good enough to eat. "Rachelle, but you can call me Rae," I offered as my new drink was sat in front of me. "Dean," he replied licking his lips in a way that made me want to kiss them. Dean was walking sex and I couldn't wait to get out of here with him.
Many drinks later we stumbled into his hotel room our lips locked together. The room was dark and I couldn't see much, but I could feel his muscles as they rippled under my finger tips. His lips scorching my skin in a delicious way as he devoured my neck…
Well now that I remembered what had happened I wasn't freaked out at all. From what I could remember and the flashes I had gotten last night had been pretty damn fun. Something I wouldn't mind repeating. I smiled to myself in the mirror, ran my fingers through my hair and began strutting back toward the bedroom. However my smile dropped when I saw Dean dressed, tying his boots and talking on the phone. The look on his face and his tone of voice said it was something serious. That shot my idea of a second round right in the head. With a pout I picked up my jeans and slid them on.
Dean hung up the phone and turned toward me. "That was work. I gotta go, but uh last night was fun." I let out a soft chuckle. But before I could reply my phone pinged with a text message. "Yeah so do I. Work." I held my phone up shaking it. After getting dressed I walked up to him and gave him a small kiss. "If you're ever in town again, hit me up. I live on Boardwalk and Main. Small beige house with dark brown shutters and a motorcycle in the driveway, can't miss it." I walked out the door expecting to never see him again. In my line of work it wasn't a good idea to get attached. It was easy to lose someone and while the sex was good I doubted he would be coming back to my little nowhere town of Adams, Minnesota just for sex.
I walked back to the bar, got on my bike and drove back home. It wasn't a lie when I told Dean work had texted. A retired 'friend' Jean, always contacted me when there was a case nearby as I never left the state; not unless I was really needed. Then I would pack a bag and take my car, a '67 Plymouth Barracuda wherever my help was required. This case was just a few hours away so I didn't need to bring out the Cuda. After I made it home I went straight to the kitchen and started a pot of coffee. I had files to go over and needed to pack a small overnight bag.
As the coffee brewed I opened my laptop and looked over what Jean had sent me. Two bodies drained of blood, found outside a college bar. Well this case was going to be simple to solve. I drank a couple cups of coffee, put some clothes in a bag, grabbed my weapons and headed out the door. With everything in my saddlebags I was ready to go. I only had one last thing to do. Feed my dog Bragi. He was a Bull Mastiff, but small for his bread and he was always chasing after girls, just like the Norse god he was named for. I liked the show The Almighty Johnsons so sue me, it was a guilty pleasure. I opened the gate that led to the back yard and took care of my only friend in this world. "I'll be back in a few days." I scratched his ears causing him to pant and give a happy bark.
Now it was time for me to go deal with some vampires. I climbed on my bike, slipped my helmet on and sped off toward Saint Cloud. A smirk on my face as I peeled down the blacktop. Nothing got my heart racing like the thought of a hunt except riding my bike and some good dick. One I got last night and the other two I was enjoying now. Though I couldn't help wishing I was with Dean back in that motel room. I really wanted to explore that body more now that I was sober and could truly enjoy it for what it was. Too bad I would probably never get the chance to do so.