Chapter Eleven

Kelli was sitting in the driveway behind the wheel of her car, when Chris pulled up. She gave him a lazy smile and wiggled her fingers at him, as if this was a purely social call that happened all the time. Chris groaned and looked about to pull his car around and drive away. Kelli tsk tsked and shook her head at him. To ensure he stayed, she got out of her car and was at his door in a second.

"Get out, be a gentleman, and invite me inside. We have a lot to discuss," she said as she pulled the door open.

Chris sat there for a moment, staring at her. Then letting out a sigh that only a weary soul who hasn't slept in decades could do, he unfolded his tall frame from the car and forced a smile. "Why don't you come inside, Kelli, and we'll discuss this like the rational adults we both are?"

Kelli rolled her eyes, and followed him to the door. She waited while he unlocked it, let her and himself in, and closed the door. She even followed him to the living room. As soon as he stepped into the room though, she turned on him. "Do you mind explaining to me what the hell that was this morning? I'm your best goddamn mechanic and you fired me because you're horny? You really are an idiot!"

Chris raised a brow. "You have your wires crossed somewhere, because I didn't fire you because I was horny. I fired you because one of these times, something is going to slip and we'll both be exposed for what we are! And I, for one, don't care to bring the Volturi down on my head."

Kelli looked about to say something and stopped. He was right, the last thing she needed was the Volturi. Chelsea probably didn't know about her sister yet, but soon enough it would be common knowledge that someone had destroyed Amanda. She narrowed her eyes. "You think I can't handle myself around humans? I think you can't handle yourself around me, and are punishing me for it!"

Chris shook his head and smirked. "You only wish that was the case, Kelli. Just because you are fucked in the head and dumped my brother, does not make it true that I want you, or that I fired you for any reason other than what I have told you!"

Kelli blinked at him. She opened her mouth, but words failed her. And with blinding speed, her hand came up and connected with his cheek. A loud crack echoed through the house. He rolled his eyes at her, and grabbed her wrist before she could take another swing. "Let go of me," she hissed.

"Is this ireally/i productive, Kelli? Obviously smacking me around isn't going to hurt me. Is it making you feel better?" Chris asked sarcastically.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, it is!" She started smacking him with her free hand, loud booms echoing through the house each time she connected. He tried ducking around the blows, but it was difficult while he held her wrist. He let go of her, and while he had full mobility now, she had both hands and was quick on the draw. Pummeling him with her fists, she was mumbling something unintelligible under her breath.

Finally, after letting her get her aggression out, he reached out and grabbed both of her wrists in his hand. "Kelli! Stop!"

She sagged against him, overwhelming grief consuming her, and she shook with the force of sobs that couldn't be cried. It was a horrible existence, she reflected, to not be able to cry, or to lose yourself in unconscious sleep. And then a hysterical giggle bubbled up a she realized what she was thinking. It wasn't a horrible existence that she was forced to drink the blood of humans to survive, no, it was horrible because she couldn't sleep or cry.

Chris, for his part, kept his mouth shut and just held her, letting her get whatever it was out that needed to be let out. He was murmuring quietly into her hair, kissing the top of her head. And when she finally glanced up at him, the look in her eyes so broken, he couldn't help himself. He leaned forward and kissed her, softly, gently. She didn't pull away, or push him away. And she didn't want soft and gentle.

Kelli wasn't thinking as she threaded her hands into his hair and roughly pulled him closer to her. The kiss was openmouthed and hot and mind numbing, which was just what she needed. And still she demanded more of him. Her hands tugged and pulled his hair before running down the smooth contours of his back. She pulled his t-shirt free of his jeans and gasped into his mouth at the electric jolt she got out of the skin on skin contact. She ran her hands over the silky smoothness of his back as her hands meandered their way back up his back under his shirt.

Chris groaned, his mouth meeting hers play for play as their tongues fought for dominance. His hands had moved down her sides, tracing her shape before sliding under the t-shirt she wore. When his flesh connected with hers, it was like a shock. His hands inched her shirt up, slowly revealing white skin. When her shirt was up over her breasts, he pulled back from the kiss, looking deep into her eyes. If they were going to stop, it had to be now.

Kelli looked back at him, her eyes clear. She knew what she was doing, and in this moment wanted it, and damned the consequences. In response to his unasked question she yanked his shirt over his head and then grinned wickedly before raising her arms to allow him to take hers off.

Chris lifted her shirt over her head and knelt in front of her, trailing kisses across her abdomen before making his way up. Reaching behind he unhooked her bra and tossed it aside carelessly before greedily taking one breast in his mouth.

Kelli's eyes rolled back in her head and she grabbed his hair, holding him there while he teased and tormented her. Her head fell back and a moment later she felt the sensation of weightlessness. She opened her eyes to find his mouth still at her breast but they were moving toward the sofa. A moment later, she felt the soft cushions against the bare skin of her back as he moved his mouth to tease the other breast. Her hands were never idle, running across every inch of exposed skin available. When her hand reached the waistband of his jeans she paused for a moment, then tugged up, pulling his mouth back to hers as she made short work of the button and zipper.

Chris pulled away from the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed, his breathing irregular as she undid his jeans. She pushed them down his hips, along with the boxer shorts he was wearing, using a combination of her hands and her legs and feet. He very nearly came just at that, but he wouldn't disgrace himself by actually doing it. Opening his eyes, he gave her a naughty smile and trailed kisses from just under her ear down her neck to her breast. He teased her nipple with his tongue before going lower. When he reached her jeans, he undid them and slid them slowly down her endless legs, followed by her panties. He made note that both her bra and panties matched and were expensive.

Kelli watched him pull her jeans and panties off, and when he started kissing her on his way back up, she moaned. Wrapping one long leg around his waist she pulled him to her, and grabbed his head, yanking it down to her, their mouths meeting just as the rest of their bodies joined. Both stopped as the sensation overwhelmed them. They opened their eyes and stared at each other. Finally, eyes locked, they started to move.

Chris took her hands and placed them palm up next to her head, and he laced his fingers with hers, never breaking eye contact. Each thrust brought a more intense sensation then the last. Chris felt his control slipping as she wrapped her other leg around his waist and met him, taking him deeper.

Kelli could feel the climax coming and forced him to move harder, faster. Both were gasping with the effort until finally a release came that made her see stars. As her vision slowly came back, she felt Chris move once, twice, three more times before he too shuddered with the release. He collapsed on top of her, both of them breathing hard.

After his climax, Chris expected Kelli to shove him off and tell him that it would never happen again, like she had with the first kiss. So he was surprised when instead, she tentatively wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close to her. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened here, but he knew it was the best sex he had had, mortal or immortal. He wasn't sure he wanted to give it up.

Kelli held him close, her eyes closed, and pretended, for now, that this man was someone she loved, not someone she loathed. Inhaling his sweet scent, she wasn't sure what the morning would bring, but for this night, anyway, she would use him to chase away her demons. If he would have her.