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These two chapters are the steamy bonus scenes for readers of Revamped, A Vampire Comedy. They won’t make sense if you haven’t read the book. NOTE: Content is explicit. 

CHAPTER ONE      

Dante and Sophie are dog/cat sitting for the weekend. They are leaving Sophie’s parents’ house after dinner with the family a week after the last scene at the end of the book. Yes, they had dinner with the family then, too. They visit quite often.  

 

 

Sophie

We gallop down the stairs, laughing and bumping hips on our way to the car. Bumping hips has become a thing for us, thanks to my Grandma. 

Dante opens my door and gestures for me to slide in. “Fingers and toes,” he says, our dumb joke from an old movie we watched the other night. 

Once I’m inside, he slams the door and comes around, clambers in and starts the car. He zips up the street and sails around the corner. I giggle as I slide into him, hanging onto the dashboard. 

“Hey, slow down.” 

“Promise you won’t let Aggie sleep with us tonight?” He’s begging. “She farts and whines in her doggie dreams.” 

“Okay.”

“We have to stop off at my house.” Dante rolls through the stop sign. “I forgot something.”  

“What? Is it Jack?” Groucho was more than happy to take Jack for two days.

“No, he’s fine. They’re having movie night.” 

“Funny. What did you forget? Tell me.” 

“It’s a surprise, okay?”

“Okay.” I eye him. He knows I’m not a fan of surprises. 

Dante runs into the house and returns minutes later with a package wrapped in a paper bag under his arm. He stows it in the back seat away from my prying fingers. His arm goes around me. “Your grandma must’ve been something in her day because she’s still something now. I love her.” He takes his arm away and leans on the steering wheel, presses the pedal to the floor and rushes the yellow light. 

“Are you in a hurry?” 

“You bet I am. I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.” 

“That sounds dirty.” 

“It’s intended to be dirty.” He pulls into the driveway. “I’ll beat you inside.” 

I barely wait for the car to stop before I yank open my door, pop out, and slam it. Behind me, he’s laughing and growling under his breath. Something I don’t quite get, but his behavior  makes me laugh, especially when he fumbles with the lock, one arm around me. Finally, the door swings open and we stumble in together as Aggie greets us, tail whopping me, a bark or two to prove her enthusiasm at our ungainly entrance. Tooney sidles over, rubbing against my leg. 

Dante crouches to greet Aggie and brings me along with him. A second later we’re on the thick living room rug, rolling around, Aggie huffing at our heads, Tooney backing away in disgust. Dante kisses my neck. 

“I have to take Aggie out.”

“I’ll come with you.” 

Before he can answer, Aggie is back with her raccoon toy. She drops it and barks. Dante throws the raccoon and grabs her leash. 

She’s back in a flash, and sits while Dante attaches the leash to her collar. 

We rush out the door, Dante mumbling something about the quicker we get out, the quicker we can return. But we don’t cheat Aggie out of her outdoor time. At the park, we take turns throwing her ball for fifteen minutes and hightail it back to the house with a smiling, exhausted Aggie. 

I unlock the door and Dante drops her leash and pulls me to him. “I was pretty worked up when we came in the door. Bet it wouldn’t take much for you to––”

“Turn you on again?” My pulse quickens. I stand on tiptoes and kiss the side of his mouth. “What do you want?” he huffs. “Tell me.” 

I don’t hesitate. “I want it all.”

“Give me specifics.” He kisses the top of my nose.

How shall I begin? “Like this?” I run a hand down his shirt and pull it out of his trousers, first at the front, then at the sides, wondering if we’ll stand here kissing or he’ll guide me to the bedroom. I slide my hand up his back and he shivers. His skin is smooth and warm, and I can feel the muscles along his backbone and down to his butt. My palm maneuvers down lower until it rests on that remarkable butt, and I groan as he does the same. We’re a duo of groans. Good thing Aggie has put herself on the doggie bed after her walk and a solid fifteen minutes of chasing the ball at the park or she’d be nuzzling us, worrying at the strange sounds.

“Follow me.” I slide my hand out of Dante’s trousers and lead him upstairs. We make it halfway before he grunts and picks me up, carrying me into his bedroom. Instead of throwing me on the bed as he did the last time, he sits down and keeps me in his lap. The blinds are drawn and the room is bathed in the glow from his twin handblown glass lamps, a present from a friend who’s recently passed. I lay my head on his chest. “This is so nice.” 

“You up for some foreplay?” His tongue traces a wavy line down my neck, subtle and gentle. 

“Foreplay,” I say. “How sexy.” I sit up and give him the glassy-eyed squint.

He honks out a laugh. “I’m so sorry. Trying too hard to be funny.” He ducks his head under my chin and my hand buries itself in his hair, massaging the back of his neck. “I messed up our mood.”

“Got some music?” I whisper, my eyes closing. 

“Oh, I do.” His hands are on my legs, traveling up inch by inch, but before they reach their target, they retreat. Teasing is such fun. He deposits me on the bed and runs downstairs, comes back with his phone, an open bottle of the pinot noir we started last night, and two glasses. He drops his phone into the sound dock on the bureau.

“Is that the surprise?” I’m feeling good and I’m glad I wore a skirt, one of my favorites, a turquoise print short enough to offer easy access. Easy access, my mind repeats. Dirty girl. I’ve come a long way since the break-up  with Roy.

“Why, yes, the surprise. I bought it for us to use during the foreplay portion of the evening.” 

“You’re not going to keep saying that word.” 

“No, no, I’m not. Never again.” Dante fiddles with his phone and seconds later, Diana Krall lolls out of his new speaker toy, breathless with a low-voiced sexiness. “Will you dance with me?” He holds out his hand and I step into him.

Gone is the silliness. My stomach tightens and the promise of the evening blooms ahead of us, deliciously endless. 

Dante holds me close and drops a kiss on my forehead. The room smells faintly of pine and a breeze wafts from the window as we move in sync, his body keeping the rhythm of Gershwin’s song, turning slowly. “S’wonderful,” Diana sings in a bossa nova beat. Dante’s hands travel slowly on my back. As the song ends, he stops and guides me toward the bed, stopping at the foot where he pauses. 

“You never told me what you wanted.”  

“Wanted?” I am confused. 

“Wanted. From me.” He looks down and smiles. “I’ll figure it out.” He slowly unsnaps my top, his eyes never leaving mine. The top drops to the floor and I shove it away with my foot. He kneads my back, leaning against me, working on the sensitive areas where my muscles are tight, fingers knowing where to press. They travel up to my head and bury themselves in my hair. His lips nibble at the edges of my mouth, barely grazing and a warm sensation takes hold of me. I realize something has changed this evening even before we went to my parents’ house. I’m thinking of moving in with Dante as a real thing, more than a possibility.  

He unzips my skirt and I lift one leg at a time so he can toss the garment aside. 

“I knew.” He flips me around and sits on the bed, wagging his head into my stomach.

“Knew what?” I grunt. “That tickles.”

“Knew when I saw you…I wanted to get to know you.” 

My mind clicks back to our first meet at Feathers. Gia and Andi giggling like eighth graders. The silly dare. 

He lies back on the bed, pulling me down with him and we roll over laughing. Angling me onto the pillow, he pulls down the straps on my bra and squeezes me into his chest, unhooking it and tossing it aside.

“I love the feel of your breasts against me.” 

“Don’t hold back.” I begin unbuttoning his shirt and slip my hand inside and up to his shoulders where I ease it off. 

He dips his mouth to my nipple and sucks, gently at first, gradually harder until I feel it way down where it almost aches. A moan slips out and my hands go to the waistband of his pants and undo the zipper. I don’t want to spoil anything by talking. Sometimes quiet is better than clever and certainly this must be one of those times. He rocks back and lifts his hips as if he understands and I slip the pants down and ease them off. His erection presses into my leg and his kisses become harder, more demanding, his breathing more rapid. 

Yesterday we got old fashioned ice cream sandwiches from a small neighborhood vendor, who parks his truck wherever there’s softball practice or a game. We ate them in the park on a bench. My thoughts turned to the day he told me he was a vampire and attempted to explain how all that worked. I felt closer to him than I ever had before. 

Strange, but true. 

Dante’s fingers trail along the edges of my panties and my breath quickens. His kisses stay intense, as if he can’t get enough of me, then slow, his tongue sucking gently. He’s hard  but his touch isn’t urgent. I moan. 

“You like that. When I touch you here.” His fingers slip inside my panties and caress my wetness. “I can never get enough of this…I love this,” he murmurs, “feeling you wanting me. You want me, don’t you?” 

“Keep touching me like that.” 

“We have all the time, not in a hurry.” 

He pulls back and I open my eyes to find him  watching me as his thumb circles my center slowly, so slowly I gasp.

“I’m hard,” he whispers. “You make me hard.”

He kisses me deeply, and I shiver with the thrill of it, from the undressing to the teasing, to this…this smooth kissing, as if he’s melting in my mouth, massaging my tongue like a butterfly. 

My hand buries itself in his hair and I slide on top of him, straddling and squeezing. I love teasing and I marvel at how every time it gets better. We get better. This, all this gets better. We haven’t had a quickie yet, and even though I know men like an occasional quickie, Dante doesn’t. Not yet anyway. Dante likes it slow. A quickie for him would last an hour at the very least. 

My breasts are in his face and he takes full advantage now, taking my nipple again into his mouth and sucking, his fingers still moving, brushing around my nub, grazing but not lingering. 

“I want my mouth on you. Would you like that?”

Would I like that? 

“My tongue inside you. And you know I’m an expert at sucking.” His mouth wanders to mine and he kisses me, murmuring “Before I ask you to open your legs, I want you to imagine me doing this to you, putting my mouth on you. Like I said when we got in the car.”

“You dirty, dirty man.”  

 

CHAPTER TWO    

Dante

 

I roll Sophie off and trail kisses down her neck to her stomach and to the inside of her arm where I run my tongue in a circle. Shifting onto one elbow, I run my tongue around her navel, travel lower and linger on her inner thighs. She shivers. “Are you cold?”

“Shut up.” 

Oh, she’s feisty. I breathe in and release a stream of warm air straight onto her crotch. She lets out something between a laugh and a moan. 

“Don’t stop.” Her voice quavers. 

“Hush. You know who’s the boss right now?” My vampire heart flaps in my chest. Nothing is better than making Sophie feel good. I blow out another hot breath and she giggles. I fold her panties down until they are nothing more than a string that barely covers, and caress her inner thighs, smooth and inviting. Time for the big tease as my tongue tickles and pushes through her panties. I imagine how this feels for her. Once before when we were making love, she begged me to remove her panties, which only made me leave them on longer. 

Delay, my secret weapon. 

“Don’t stop.” Her fists clench by her sides. “Torture. You’re torturing me. Whatever you’re doing, don’t stop.”

Both thumbs stroke and slide in circles and then, wanting to hear more of those moans, I slide her panties down her legs and off. She opens her legs into a butterfly. My mouth and tongue do the real magic. Her gasp is followed by a moan and one shudder after another. 

She turns away from me and ducks her head. I spoon her, my heart quickening. Any time I can make her lose herself in pleasure…well, I’m there. 

I wait, letting her come down from her high “Don’t you want to…you know?” Sophie’s voice is muffled by her arm.

“Know what?” I’m almost certain of her question, not that I’ll give  her the satisfaction. 

“Uh, what do you think?”

“Do I want to be inside of you? Of course.”

Her hand finds mine and she squeezes. 

“You know it’s my favorite thing. I also love fondling you.”

“Now you’re talking dirty.” She withdraws her  hand. I don’t take offense knowing it’s her way of teasing. 

“And you’re being sweet and thoughtful,” I add, wriggling against her, enjoying the warmth of her body. “I was thinking.” 

“About?”

“How lucky I am.” I lift her mass of hair and kiss the back of her neck. “Talk to me.” 

She twists around to eye me over her shoulder. “Doris called me. You know, Doris from the restaurant. She wants to meet for lunch. Catch up and things.”     

I swallow, not wanting Sophie to shift even an inch. She feels so good. This is perfection, my erection pressing against her ass, the scratchy    sound of her voice. She gets a little hoarse after making love. 

“Sure, I remember Doris. She slipped me coffee that day you were mad and put me on ignore.”

She shrugs, the muscles in her back highlighted for an instant. “The time you and Jack stalked me.” 

“Good thing I did or we wouldn’t be here now.” 

“You are a lucky man, aren’t you.” She says it deadpan, a delivery that makes me chuff with self satisfaction.

“Lucky indeed.” I contemplate my good fortune for an instant before blurting, “You practically live here.” It’s out before I realize what I’ve said. Too late to take it back.

“I do, don’t I?” She turns and smiles, a deliberate, winning grin that celebrates us as  best buddies and lovers. Nothing will get between us. 

So she isn’t bothered by my occasional reminders that I want us to live together. I haven’t brought it up since that night at her parents’ house when her grannie told her to go for it, live in harmony. Not in those words, but the message was clear. 

Sophie’s cell phone rings, Hank Williams asking what his honey has cookin’. She slithers out of bed, grabs my shirt, and wraps it around, hugging herself. 

“Cynthia’s ring?”

“Yeah. My mom’s uncanny timing.” 

“Hey. I love your mom.”

She hustles into the living room and picks up the phone, stands listening.

“Mom, slow down.” She wanders back to the bedroom and listens by the bed, phone to her ear. I strain to hear. “No, sorry. We’re busy tomorrow night. We can’t––”

More listening. 

“Thanks for the invite. Another––” She thrusts the phone at me. “Mom wants to say hello.” 

I sit up and reach for her cell. “Hi Cynthia. How’s it going?”

“Mimi is making fettuccini with pesto,” Cynthia reports. “Tomorrow. She got out the pasta machine this evening after you left.” 

“She’s already planning the next meal?” I avoid Sophie’s gesticulating, her finger making a slitting motion across her throat. 

“Cyrus didn’t want me to bother calling you, but I didn’t want you to make plans.” In the background, the sound of Cyrus cackling. “Fresh fettuccini. You’ve got to taste it. Better than a fancy restaurant.” I hear whispering. 

Mimi’s voice cuts through the confusion. “You’re busy? Cynthia said you’ve got plans.”

“No plans, Sophie’s mistaken.” I throw the covers back, hold out an arm and urge Sophie onto my lap. “We’ll see you around six?” Mimi agrees and I tap to disconnect the call. 

Sophie shakes her head and faux-punches my thigh.

I disconnect the call. “Dinner at your folks. Mimi made––” 

“I know what she made.” Sophie flops onto the bed still clutching my shirt closed. Don’t you think two nights in a row at my parents’ is a bit much? Don’t we have a life?”

 “Two nights at your folks? Not really.” Better than my parents. 

“Since when did you start calling my parents ‘folks’?”

She’s getting crabby. 

“Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have vetoed you.” I hang my head. “It’s just…they’re so nice.” 

“You shouldn’t have.” Sophie’s glare is scary. “My folks are too much sometimes.”

At that moment, Aggie saunters through the doorway and stands at the bottom of the bed looking at us, tail wagging. 

“You promised me no Aggie in the bed tonight.” I flail my arms, not one of my finer moments, and Tooney comes trotting up and pops onto the bed as if it’s no bother at all. Aggie rests her head at the foot of the bed, begging in her quiet way. 

“You’ll have to give her a boost.” 

“I don’t think so.” I’m firm in my refusal. “You promised.” 

“This bed is big enough for all of us and you accepted a dinner invite from my parents without consulting me. You owe me.” 

I burst out laughing with the ridiculousness of what I’m saying as soon as I say it, and Sophie joins in. It takes me a minute to drag on my underwear before I haul Aggie onto the bed, taking care to deposit her on Sophie’s side. 

Sophie pushes the control for the bed and raises it up and we get comfortable. Aggie grunts and Tooney curls around my foot. Sophie leans into me and I wrap an arm around her and kiss her cheek. 

She’ll move in when she’s ready. In the meantime, I’ll settle for what we have. 

Which is in no way settling. 

 

 

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