Warning: This story is rated M for language, lemons, and other 'mature' stuff. Please don't read if you're not an adult. I don't want to be responsible for your emotional scarring. I've got my own kiddos for that.

Beta'd by the one, the only, Jasper's Destiny, and then reposted by me. She deserves some kind-of medal for wadding through this chap for me. *nods*

Disclaimer: I own not.

When we last left our vampire…

Continuing my trek across the crowded bar to her, and trying to muster some confidence that normally came naturally, I knew that there was a lot ridin' on this sucker bet.

Guess it's time to giddy the fuck up.

Chapter 2 Peter's POV

Part of my mind was running through the list of stupid-ass lines I'd heard desperate guys use for years in their never-ending pursuit of pussy.

"Let's make like fabric softener and Snuggle." Too fucking gay…
"If I blow your mind, would you think in my mouth?" Too crude. Huh, I guess there is such a thing.
"You want me. I can smell it." Would be true if she did, but it has a definite creepy vibe…
"Don't be so picky….I wasn't." It is god-awful...

"You're going for ridiculous, not insulting. Men! Can't handle anything on-" And on and on she continued. Sensing she'd be on that for a while, I blocked out her chirping. The meddling pixie had a point. So on to the next line-

"Baby, did you fart? Cause you are blowin' me away." That's just disgusting. Definitely not that one…

The possibilities for cheesy lines were endless, but I was ninety-nine percent sure that no matter which one I chose, this beauty was gonna shoot me down. As much as I was tempted to just trap her in my unrelenting gaze, like a rat caught in the coils of a snake, and woo her with my 'natural' charms until those panties melted right off of her, I just couldn't do that. Fuck, I could do exactly that, but then the feel-me Emo parked in that back corner booth would pick that shit up and I'd be Alice's bitch-boy after my disqualification from this stupid, fucking sucker bet.

I still can't believe I fell for it - well, fell would be the wrong term. I walked right into the damned thing. I took a sucker bet, a classic fucking sucker bet. By definition, it's a bet reserved for fuckin' suckers. Too bad now. Huh, sucker.

So, you ask, "Why keep goin'? Glutton for punishment or just too much pride?" Nah, it's neither of those. Thanks for thinkin' so highly of me. I'm flattered really. But, no, it was that small, infinitesimal, barely-there one-fucking-percent that kept my feet movin' one in front of the other all the way across the floor. My eyes never strayed from the prize - the prize here being her. Just to be in her presence for a few minutes tonight was worth the risk.

The longest minute of my life finally came to an end as I paused, completely unnoticed by the woman nursin' her Budweiser, an inch away from her. This was it. Why did I feel like so much was ridin' on this one introduction?

"Need me to hold your hand, or are you gonna get into that fine lookin' saddle?" I could hear the smirk in the bastard's voice, and I'd kick his ass for it later. But right now, it was time.

"Yee-haw, motherfucker."

On that note, I took one final step and pressed myself flush against her bare back. Her heat began seeping through my shirt and warmed my cold, dead chest. I fucking shivered at the thought of what her heat would feel like surrounding me, hugging my rock hard cock.

And just like that, my pants shrank a couple of sizes, the damn leather clinging like shrink wrap. And fuck my life... my wood is now officially diggin' into her back. I could back off awkwardly, like a kid ashamed of his 'changing body', but fuck that. She can consider it a preview; a warning of what's to come.

And come…

And come…

Gotta love that supernatural stamina.

Pressed against her as she balanced precariously on a wobbly, wooden bar stool, I leaned down and allowed my cool breath to brush against her ear as I whispered huskily, "What has 142 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?"

I took a small step back as she stiffened momentarily. Her heart stuttered, and she turned around to check me out. I held my breath and waited for any sign that she might be receptive. As her eyes traveled from my feet and up my legs, pausing briefly to stare unabashedly at my crotch while quirking a perfectly manicured brow, they continued their path up my chest and finally met my eyes. I felt a flicker of hope that she might be having the same reaction to me as I was having to her.

Damn, I felt like a giant, hairy pussy for wasting another moment contemplating love-at-first sight and shit. I took a deep breath, hoping it'd help de-vag me for the umpteenth time since I'd entered this black hole of masculinity, but it turned out to not be an issue once I smelled her sweet, sweet arousal.

Holy fuck...

Her scent called to me, persistently whispering one endlessly tempting message: Eat me. And as God is my witness, I planned on it. I needed to take my tongue and... Oh! For the love of ass, I need to focus!

Of course, that's exactly what had gotten me into this - the love of ass. Or maybe it was the lack of ass. Or more likely it was an enticing mix of my adoration for this ass, my ass-less streak, and my strong desire to end aforementioned streak with aforementioned ass.

She closed her eyes as she inhaled my heady and increasingly strong scent. When she opened them, they were sharply focused on my own. In this moment, I wasn't sure who was huntin' who. Since she'd neither shot me down nor thrown a drink in my face, I decided to press my luck.

"Want to hazard a guess?" Since she now looked confused, I decided to elaborate, all the while wishin' I had already finished this part of our stupid fucking bet. "My question was 'What has 142 teeth and holds back the Incredible Hulk?'"

She shook her head in response. I stepped closer, gazing into her deep, chocolate-colored eyes, and infused all of my desire into one foolish line. "My zipper."

She laughed so hard that I had to steady her so her ass wouldn't become intimate friends with the nasty, hard floor. I stayed pressed against her as close as I could get in this public venue - with clothes on, at least - and waited for her to shatter my newly revived heart, the gravitational pull of that massive, manhood-devouring black hole striking again.

But if I had no chance with this superb example of a worthy female, then she was going to have to spell it out for me. Women like her don't come around often - I'd estimate once every twenty years off of the top of my head - and now that I was face-to-face with her, I wasn't gonna walk away without knowing for sure that this was a dead-end.

She finally reined her giggles in and her eyes met mine once more, this time with a spark of recognition that I didn't understand. But since she looked pleased, I didn't really care. Humans were strange beings even in the most normal of situations.

"Tell me, do you have a ma- I mean, a significant other? Someone waiting at home?"

"No, ma'am. Haven't for a long time." I put a little too much emphasis on 'long' for my liking, but it seemed to assure her of my honesty because the next thing I knew, she had her small clutch in one hand and my hand in a surprisingly strong grip in the other, and I was being pulled from the bar by a little woman who probably weighed a buck ten soaking wet. I cursed Alice under my breath for my knowledge of the different categories of women's totes.

A quiet and extremely high-pitched voice rose above the den as we reached the door: "Oh, you'll thank me later." I highly doubted that. "And in diamonds." Her giggle followed me to the parking lot where we stopped in front of a fuck-awesome 1977 Harley-Davidson XLH 1000 Sportster - fully restored and completely streamlined, all glossy black and chrome perfection - and as my girl threw her beautiful leg gracefully over that leather seat, my breath hitched. Oh, if I could produce them, there would have been tears leakin' from my eyes at the sight of such beauty straddling such beauty.

Speaking of fluids leaking, I need to be buried in her. Soon. Like now, or five fucking minutes ago. Meeting my lust-filled gaze, she seemed to understand. "You need a lift home, Cowboy. I'll take you for a ride." A fucking whimper may or may not have slid past my lips as she smirked and slid back to let me drive.

I turned the key and her bike roared to life underneath us. She wrapped her arms around my waist, letting her hand rest dangerously close to a different beast ready and waiting to roar to life, and I looked up at the clear night sky and plead with whoever might be the God of the Damned that I would at least make it in her heat before I blew my load.

Even pushin' ninety it still seemed to take an eternity to reach my home on the outskirts of Phoenix. She chuckled low, muttering something that remarkably resembled 'overeager', and I grabbed her hand and sped at a quick, human pace to my front door.

She waited patiently while I fumbled with my fucking keys to try to get the door opened, and all the while my pesky voice of negativity wondered if this was a sneak peek into the night's festivities - me fumbling, her waiting patiently. I shut that shit down quick as I crushed the damn doorknob in my iron grip.

Yes, I broke into my own fucking house.

No, I don't give a rat's ass.

I am Peter Fucking Whitlock, and if there is one thing Whitlocks do better than fighting, it's fucking. You know those rumors you've heard? All true, motherfucker. Many swear my tongue is my true gift. Jealous?

Flinging open the door, I pulled her roughly into the house, keeping in mind that she was very much human and therefore breakable. I planted a kiss - a kiss filled with promises of all that was to come tonight - firmly on her plump, pouty mouth while makin' our way toward my room. Losing our shirts immediately, her pants followed shortly after.

My hands roamed her body frantically, trying to commit every inch of her exquisite form to memory, and it seemed like she was doing the same to me. With the way she was grinding against me, I was in serious danger of creaming my fucking pants. I needed to slow this down. Unfortunately my body vetoed that decision.

It was all need and heat and raw, unbridled lust. When her hands began clawing at my buckle, I knew there was no chance that we would make it to a bed without some sort of release.

Breaking away from her beautiful mouth, allowing her to breathe and to calm my own panting, I took the opportunity to do what I'd wanted to do since I'd first taken in her mouth-watering scent. Pressing her shoulders against the wall, I dropped to my knees and slid her drenched panties down her toned legs.

Staring into her hooded eyes, I lifted one of her legs over my shoulder and placed a slow, gentle kiss to her lower lips before aggressively feasting on the heaven spread out before me. When I swirled my tongue and sucked her throbbing clit into my cool mouth, she gasped, squeezing her eyes closed, and gripped my shoulders in a desperate effort to hold herself up.

A mere ten seconds later, and with an assist from the Spanish alphabet, she shattered around my tongue. Her legs gave out, and I held her upright as I slowly lapped up my sweet reward. Not just sweet - honeysuckle fresh from the vine sweet.

I was still painfully hard as I scooped her up and made a beeline for my king-size bed. A thought briefly nagged at me. Am I really about to make love to this angel in the same room I'd been with Char in for decades? The answer, of course, was fuck yeah.

Continuing on my single-minded mission, I was extremely thankful that Alice had forced me to buy a new bedroom set, including a three thousand dollar mattress set. And force she did because I hadn't been able to see the fuckin' point. "A new bed for a new start," was all she would say. So diamonds it is, first thing tomorrow.

But tonight, as I laid my beauty's head down on my never-before-used pillows, all I could think was that tonight we were just gettin' started.

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