Chapter Nine
Something soft fluttered against Paul's clavicle, rousing him from the depths of sleep and he let out a huff of annoyance. Paul heard faint laughter before the same softness fluttered the length of his neck and something warm and wet teased the sensitive strip of skin connecting his earlobe to his neck. A spark of arousal worked its way through his body and he groaned in satisfaction when the same warm wetness snaked down the length of his throat where a light pressure pressed against the jugular notch between clavicles. Was he dreaming?
His eyes opened on their own accord and he blinked back the fuzzy haze of sleep to find a familiar pair of sparkling sea-green irises staring back at him, a familiar alluring full bottom lip pulled between pearly white teeth. "Babe, it's the ass-crack of sunset, c'mon, let's just like… stay in bed…" he yawned, his arms flopping outstretched against the mattress.
"You've slept all day, how can you still be tired?" Flick smirked.
Paul chuckled, brushing her wild, sleep mussed curls behind her ear, "you must have worn me out last night," he returned her smirk, observing the way Flick's eyes darkened with lust and a mischievous smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.
"I hope you've recovered," she murmured, her lips ghosting the underside of his jaw. "I want you…" she practically purred, trailing a delicate finger down his chest, her hand smoothing out across his ribs once she reached his sternum, making his skin tingle and his body flood with heat.
"Hmm? What exactly do you want?" Paul arched his eyebrow, feeling the fire of desire in his core ignite with flames of fury.
"You know what I want Paul…" Flick breathed, nuzzling his neck seductively with her petal soft lips, he loved it when she told him what she wanted, confidence was such a turn-on. Paul exhaled sharply, knowing he was powerless to refuse her seductive advances, he was completely and willingly at her mercy, the fire within him roaring deep in his core. He cupped the nape of her neck, drawing her into a hard, passionate kiss as he gently pushed her down onto her back, his already stiff cock grazing her bare thighs.
Paul slid his tongue between her eagerly parted lips, groaning when she hummed into his mouth as he snaked his hand down her body, easing it teasingly between her thighs. A low groan built in his chest when he felt just how wet she was, her desire trickling down the length of his fingers and down the crease of her thighs.
In a lust-fuelled haze, Paul nudged her legs apart with his thighs. Sitting back on his heels, he teased the tip of his cock between her folds, slowly rubbing over her hidden bud. Flick moaned, her eyes silently begging him to quit teasing and get down to business and he met her desire darkened sea-green eyes with an equally dark level stare, a knowing smirk curving the corners of her lips as he slowly, deliberately rolled his hips in a tauntingly slow thrust.
Flick gasped, her back arching, her breasts pushing up against the thin cotton of his shirt she'd took hostage, her pebbled buds straining against the white cotton. With his cock still nudging her apex, he bowed forward, covering her breast with his mouth, the saliva dampened material clinging to her peaked bud as he sucked it between his lips with a low groan. His cock throbbed with restraint and he knew it was pointless trying to tease her when he was only making his balls ache with need.
He wanted to be buried deep inside her warm, wet heat.
Paul pushed himself back, bracing himself at her entrance, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he slowly inched himself inside her. Gripping her hips, he worked up a rhythm that had Flick whimpering and moaning beneath him, the sound of her sensual vocalisations and the sight of her biting her lip as her back arched and her hips rose to meet him was enough to drive him to the brink of delirium.
A rumbling moan ripped from his chest when she squeezed herself around him, making his body jerk and his cock throb. He drew her further into him, her ass resting on his thighs as he rolled his hips harder, faster, deeper, whilst his thumb sought her aching bud, circling teasingly. Flick's body trembled and her back arched, his name tumbling from her lips in a breathless moan as she reached her peak, pulling him along with her when her walls clenched.
Paul exhaled short, shallow pants as he fought through the fog his release left him shrouded in, the blur over his vision clearing to focus on the soft, rosy flush of Flick's face as the sound of her rapidly beating heart flooded his senses. "I need a nap now," Paul joked, dropping a lingering kiss to her lips as he lowered himself onto his side, hooking his arm over her waist.
Flick laughed, peering up at him with an affectionate smile. "I thought you were superhuman?" she teased.
"I am, but you're not," he smirked, trailing his finger down the length of her neck. "I'd wear you out in an hour, maybe even less than that and you know it," he grinned, snaking his hand beneath her t-shirt.
"You're all talk Paul," she shook her head in amusement.
"I thought you might say that," he smirked, pinning her beneath him. "I'm gonna enjoy proving you wrong," he drawled, covering her mouth in a hot, wet kiss.
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"Babe c'mon, you can't still be pissed at me?" Paul hopped in Flick's path, gently catching her by the wrists.
"Wrong," Flick pouted, shaking him off.
"So the guys walked in on us banging, what's the big deal? They ain't innocent, we didn't scar anyone – trust me, they've seen worse," Paul shrugged nonchalantly much to Flick's chagrin.
"The big deal is I'm fucking embarrassed Paul," Flick threw her arms wide. "I don't give a shit if they've seen worse, the fact is I didn't want them to see me in that position. Why didn't you stop? Why didn't you give me some kinda signal?" she argued.
"Babe, I honestly didn't even realise until it was too late, I was about to blow, do you really think I'm concentrating on whose walking around when I'm balls deep in my girl? The only thing I'm concentrating on during that time is your gorgeous face and the sound of you moaning my name. I'm not a religious guy babe but I swear you show me heaven," Paul grinned and Flick couldn't control the devilish grin from spreading across her face.
"You're a smooth operator Paul," Flick giggled, looping her arms around his neck as he stooped to close the height difference between the two of them.
"Does that mean I'm forgiven?" he bit his lip with an arched brow.
"Eh, I suppose," she smirked, humming happily when Paul's addictive lips covered her mouth.
Paul groaned and pulled back, his bottom lip jutting out in an adorable pout. "We've got company," he groused.
"Huh? Who-"
"-Flick!" a familiar voice hollered her name and she quickly realized the voice belonged to her younger brother Sam even before she caught sight of the head of perfectly coiffed blonde hair and the ridiculously bright Hawaiian shirt weaving through the crowds in her direction.
"Hey Sam," she chirped, stifling a groan of her own when she noticed Sam wasn't alone, rather the two dork brother's from the comic store were flanking his side like private hire sentries.
"Hey," he replied a little hesitantly as his eyes drifted in Paul's direction.
"Sam, this is Paul, Paul, this is my little brother Sam-" Flick introduced cordially, "-these are Sam's friends Ed-"
"-I'm familiar with the dork brothers," Paul cut her off with a grin, his eyes flashing with mirth whilst Edgar and Alan scowled.
"What's up Sam? Did you need something?" Flick asked, accepting Paul's offer of a cigarette.
"You know those things will kill you right?" Alan shook his head in disapproval, waving his hand in front of his face in an attempt to combat the build-up of bitter grey smoke.
"Can't kill what's already dead," Paul whispered in Flick's ear and she snorted a laugh, biting her lip to stifle her giggles.
"We're all gonna die one day Eddie, might as well enjoy the time we have," Flick countered.
"Some sooner than others," Edgar scoffed and Sam frowned, nudging his friend's ribs with an expression of discontent.
"I've been looking everywhere for you, mom's home and she's asking where you are, she expected you to be home when she got back – she's already freakin' out about Mike," Sam divulged.
"What do you mean? Why would she be freaking out about Mike? What'd he do?"
"It's not so much what he did but what someone did to him. Him and his girlfriend were attacked last night, he's got a pretty gnarly bruise across his ribs where the dude punched the air right out of his lungs," Sam grimaced and Flick frowned, her eyes drifting in Paul's direction as she recalled the boys smug demeanours the previous night after she'd told them about her fight with Michael.
She noticed the corner of Paul's mouth quirk in amusement, further flaring her suspicion. She had little doubt who was behind Michael's supposed attack and she wasn't sure whether to be concerned at the lengths the boys would go to, to protect her or whether she should feel relieved her big brother hadn't come off a hell of a lot worse. "Oh…" she feigned surprise. "Is he OK?"
"Think his prides a little wounded but he's swearing vengeance on the dude that did it, he's talking some serious smack," Sam divulged and Paul coughed, choking on the smoke of his cigarette as he tried his best to stifle his laughter. Flick swatted his hip in warning, stifling a smirk of her own.
"Something funny about your girlfriends brother getting attacked man?" Edgar scowled in Paul's direction, his brow arched.
"Of course not Eddie, my heart goes out to the poor bastard, there's some real psycho's round here," Paul retorted exaggeratedly, clutching his hand to his chest.
"You'd know that more than anyone," Alan countered slyly and Paul merely grinned.
"Anyway…" Sam frowned, his eyes drifting between his sister, Paul and the Frog brothers with an air of bewilderment. "I told mom I'd find you and bring you back."
"It's OK babe, you should go with your brother, don't want your mom spazzing out," Paul smiled, pinching her cheek with a wink.
"But-" she started to protest, the thought of being separated from Paul so soon making her core ache.
"-Seriously babe, it's fine," he repeated, his eyes flashing with hidden knowledge and somehow Flick knew this wouldn't be the last she saw of him that night.
"OK," she relented, giggling when he planted a rather enthusiastic kiss to her lips.
"Laters babe," Paul grinned, shooting her one last knowing wink before he disappeared amongst the crowds.
"He seems… nice…" Sam frowned at the spot Paul was stood seconds ago, his tone unconvinced.
"Yeah as nice as a damn coronary," Edgar scoffed whilst Flick rolled her eyes, dragging her feet behind her brother and his friends as they headed towards the exit of the boardwalk.
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The boys piled into a vacant booth at the back of the bar. The scent of tobacco, beer and spirits clung to the faded material of the black leather padded seat, the mahogany table's surface covered in scratches and various stains. The bar wasn't a dive, but it wasn't exactly high-end either, it was somewhere in-between. The crowd was a little tamer than the truckers, Surf Nazi's and other societal rejects that frequented the Lost Boys usual haunts which meant the possibility of a bar fight was further out of reach than it would usually be. Paul slumped against the back of the seat, drumming his fingers against the table, he was feeling more than a little fidgety since he'd had to leave Flick, he was getting way too attached to his mate and in her absence he was left feeling irritated and uncomfortable.
"Get your orders in dudes, I'm about to hit the bar," Marko announced.
"Whiskey – neat," David casually shrugged, fishing a crumpled pack of Marlboro's from his back pocket.
"Bourbon – bring the bottle," Dwayne grinned, slinging his arm over the back of the seat.
"That's the fucking spirit man," Marko grinned devilishly. "Paul dude, what's your poison?"
"Bottle of tequila," Paul hit Marko with the finger guns.
"I think we've established that this side of the table-" Marko gestured from Dwayne over to himself and Paul, "-are gonna have a lot more fun than you, you buzzkill," he motioned towards David.
"I don't need alcohol to have fun dipshit, it's pitiful that you do," David countered, blowing a cloud of grey smoke out in front of him, momentarily obscuring his stoic features.
"Oh, my sweet summer child, your reluctance to join the debauchery breaks my heart. You know as well as I do that life ain't all sunshine, cupcakes and rainbows – it's full of disappointment, frustration and hot fucking shame. Alcohol helps numb the agony of existence," Paul smirked, unable to resist teasing the coldest of his pack brothers.
"You'd know all about hot shame," David scoffed, flicking the build-up of ash from his cigarette into the ashtray.
"Of course I fucking do dude, I revel in it – unlike you Vincent vanilla," Paul flipped David the finger whilst Marko snorted, sauntering over to the bar.
"So, how's life with the ball and chain going? The sex gone stale yet?" Dwayne inquired teasingly, digging a baggie of edibles from his jacket pocket.
"Did it look like the sex had gone stale when you fuckers walked in on us earlier?" Paul grinned.
"Didn't have you down for a missionary kinda guy," Dwayne smirked passing Paul the baggie of edibles while David's lips curved up in a knowing smirk. He popped two of the drug laced sweets before offering the rest of the bag to David.
David accepted the bag, taking a curious sniff. "What's in these?"
"Sugar, e-numbers, churned up pig…" Dwayne reeled off sarcastically.
"They're edibles man, it's just weed," Paul laughed.
"I never know with you dirt-bags, these could be laced with ecstasy or LSD for all I know," David tossed the bag of gummy bears into the middle of the table.
"Nah but Marko's got some disco biscuits if you want some," Dwayne winked.
"Hard pass," David sighed, bringing his cigarette to his pale lips.
"Man, I bet you were a fucking nark in high school," Dwayne teased and David responded by shoving the table hard into his sternum.
"Ooff… fuck…" Dwayne groaned.
"Don't poke the bear man," Paul barked a laugh, patting Dwayne's shoulder.
"Orders up my dudes," Marko whooped, setting down a tray weighed down with a plethora of alcohol.
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"So, I stop in the local bar, you know people; I go to the bar, I ring my coat, I call the bartender. Said – look man, come down here – he got down there – so what you want?" the lead singer of the band playing on the small stage at the front of the bar crooned gruffly into the mic, strumming his guitar.
"One bourbon, one scotch, one beer," Paul, Marko and Dwayne hollered, raising their bottles.
"Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when, I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin. Gonna get high man, I'm gonna get loose, need me a triple shot of that juice. Gonna get drunk, don't you have no fear. I want one bourbon, one scotch and one beer. One bourbon, one scotch, one beee-er," the three disorderly boys enthusiastically warbled along with the band as David sat, sipping his drink with an amused smirk.
The live band weren't actually that bad Paul mused, most of the time they were absolutely wank, playing half-assed covers of cheesy hits to satisfy the tourists. Dwayne was half-cut and well on his way to being the vampiric equivalent of blathered whilst both Paul and Marko were pretty much three sheets to the wind. Paul had decided it would be a good idea to pop a molly along with three edibles whilst downing tequila shots with Marko like it was lemonade.
"I suggest you stay away from Flick tonight if you don't want to embarrass yourself. I'd be surprised if you could get your dick to twitch never mind getting it full mast," David commented, shaking his head in amusement.
"Bitch I'm already half-mast just thinking about nailing that ass," Paul retorted, throwing back a shot of bourbon.
Dwayne jokingly ducked his head beneath the table, sitting up seconds later with an arched brow and an incredulous smirk. "The fucker ain't lying," he barked a laugh and Marko cackled.
"First you need," the singer on stage warbled.
"That's what you get for falling in love," Dwayne, Marko and Paul harmonised, completely distracted from the crude conversation.
"Then you bleed."
"You get a little but it's never enough."
"And when you're on your knees."
"That's what you get for falling in love!"
"Now, this boy's addicted 'cause your kiss is the drug, whoa. Your love is like bad medicine, bad medicine is what I need, whoa. Shake it up just like bad medicine, there ain't no doctor that can cure my disease. Bad, bad medicine…"
"Man, where are all the hotties tonight? There's usually at least one chick whose up for a quickie out back," Marko pouted, scanning the crowded bar.
"Fucking in the bathroom of a shitty bar – classy," David rolled his eyes.
"You know what Dave, I think if you got laid more often, you'd be a lot less fucking uptight," Dwayne smirked across the table at his pack brother.
"I have standards," David countered, draining the last dregs of his beer.
"Bullshit-" Marko interjected, "-just admit it man… you're a virgin."
Both Paul and Dwayne barked a laugh whilst David looked back at the curly haired vampire incredulously. "You know what? Fuck you," David sneered, rising to his feet before storming out of the bar.
"Someone hit a nerve," Dwayne laughed.
"Speaking of hitting a nerve," Paul pushed himself up with a wicked grin, adjusting his crotch with a slight wince.
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Flick lay in bed, her bedroom shrouded in darkness, the only light source being a thin stream of muted yellow light from the streetlights bleeding through the slight gap in the drapes drawn across the window. She wasn't sure what time it was but she knew it was late, she could just about make out the sound of the TV from downstairs where she knew Michael was cosied up with Star. It would seem Star's manipulative skills weren't exclusive to the opposite sex for she'd managed to weasel her way into their moms affections already, leaving the matriarch of the household frustratingly singing the two-faced snakes praises much to Flick's displeasure.
Flick rolled onto her side with her back to the window as she exhaled a sigh. As much as she'd enjoyed being unrestricted and out of reach of incessant quizzing, she had to admit it was nice to see her mom home in such high spirits with a dreamy smile on her face rather than furrowed brows and dark circles of stress beneath her eyes. However, as much as it had been nice to catch up with her mom, she couldn't deny that she'd spent the majority of the night with a certain immortal on her mind, the thought of him making her core throb almost painfully.
Out of the blue, Flick's skin started to tingle whilst the gnawing ache beneath her sternum seemed to double in both strength and tempo. A cool breeze gently caressed the back of her neck and a knowing smile tugged at the corner of her mouth as she felt the bed shift as a familiar earthy scent mixed with a concoction of cigarettes and alcohol flooded her senses. "Hey baby," a husky, Californian drawl murmured against her ear, turning her insides to liquid.
"Hey," she smiled, sinking back against a hard, firm chest, her cheeks aflame as memories of the previous night and earlier that evening replayed in her mind like her own private version of an erotic movie. A feeling of fuzzy warmth unfurled in her chest as Paul's arms circled her waist, his lips ghosting her shoulder.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked.
"Don't act like you don't know," she laughed, knowing full-well that he was likely reading her mind.
"I'd rather hear you say it…" he countered, teasingly sucking her earlobe between his teeth eliciting a rippling shudder.
"I'm thinking about last night… and earlier…" she confessed shyly, her stomach fluttering.
"Funny… I've been thinking about that too," he drawled as deft fingers trailed the length of her thigh, leaving a tingling heat in their wake whilst warm soft lips ghosted the length of her neck, nipping the sweet spot behind her ear.
Flick hummed with pleasure, pushing herself back against the bulge pressing against her ass; the feel of him and the pressure of him against her making between her legs tingle and ache with need. Damn, when it came to Paul she was insatiable. Paul's hand slowly smoothed over her hip, cruising the contours of her waist, grazing her breast. Flick moaned; her eyes fluttering closed as his fingers gently danced over her stiffened nipples, sending tidal waves of pleasure rippling through her body; all of which seemed to pool between her thighs.
A strong arm worked its way beneath her, leaving one hand cupping her breast whilst the other explored her body with a feather-light touch. It still astounded her how someone automatically thought to be so infamously cruel could be so gentle. The cool cotton material of her t-shirt leisurely inched up her thigh, halting when it reached her hip and she could feel herself growing wet just from the anticipation, just from the thought of him buried deliciously deep inside her.
A warm wet tongue drew luscious patterns down the length of her neck while eager fingers traced and teased the damp lace of her knickers. She was starting to see Paul's point, why did she bother wearing them? They really did just get in the way… Flick exhaled sharply as a rush of sensations exploded inside her from the motions his skilful fingers made as they crept beneath the thin material of her knickers. Paul groaned, his erection pressing against her with need whilst his fingertips traced her slick folds, drawing her slick to her throbbing apex, lightly applying pressure in a way that made her body tremble. "I know it's only been a few hours but I miss the feel of you, the taste of you and the sound of you as I-" he slid two fingers inside her warm, wet heat and she moaned, "-exactly," he chuckled, grazing her earlobe with his teeth.
Flick mourned the loss of his touch as he slid down her knickers before positioning himself at her ready entrance. She shuddered when his pulsing erection brushed against her slick folds and with an ease that made her quiver, he slowly slipped inside her, filling her completely. The two of them moaned in unison as he hooked his arm beneath her knee, raising her leg slightly as he thrust deeper still. Each stroke was slow, deliberate and delicious, leaving her heart thudding dizzyingly whilst a wave of warmth blanketed her completely. Paul drew her harder against him, his strokes quickening as his lips ghosted her shoulders, his thumb grazing her peaked nipple. "Come for me baby," Paul drawled, snapping his hips against her ass in deep, hard thrusts and she did, she came hard, feeling him swiftly follow, filling her with his hot, sticky seed.
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"I missed you babe, I've legit had a semi all night just thinking about you," Paul murmured, his face buried against her navel, the warm heat of his breath tickling her bare skin.
Flick snorted a laugh, her laughter turning into girlish giggles as she covered her face with her hands. "Exactly how much did you drink tonight Paul?"
Paul raised his head with a roguish grin and a devilish twinkle in his eyes. "I lost count after the tenth shot of tequila – I might or might not have popped a molly and two edibles around the same time too. In a word… I'm fucked," he laughed, flopping onto his back.
"Holy shit Paul," Flick shook her head incredulously. "You really make the most of being immortal don't you? If you were human I'd think you had a death wish."
"Who said I wasn't the same as a human?" he countered, propping his head in the palm of his hand.
"So you've always been all sex, drugs and rock n' roll?" she arched her brow curiously.
"Pretty much," he shrugged.
"I don't know how I'm gonna keep up with you…" Flick sighed, combing her fingers through his wild hair.
"You don't need to babe, you know that right? I want you to be free with me, which means being who you are, not trying to be someone you're not."
"But you might lose interest if I don't at least try…" she uttered, her brows knitted in a frown.
Paul pushed himself up onto his forearms, gazing down at her with soft, grey eyes. "That ain't gonna happen babe."
"Promise?" she whispered, feeling more than a little vulnerable.
"I swear," he murmured, softly nudging her lips before pulling her into his arms.