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  Copyright© 2013 Silvia Stancil

  ISBN: 978-1-77130-294-4

  Cover Artist: Sour Cherry Designs

  Editor: Melissa Hosack

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  This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

  DEDICATION

  To a fresh start.

  DOUBLE VISION

  Club Heat, 1

  Silvia Stancil

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter One

  The red wine hit Kit’s back and flowed freely down her body. It rinsed away the sweat as it sparkled down her coffee-colored thighs in the moonlight. Kit was half African-American and half Dutch, which had given her an exotic sort of look that most men couldn’t resist. Too bad she only wanted one of them, no matter how much she attempted to deny the fact.

  “Jax.”

  Kit groaned as another sharp jab into her pussy hit her loins like wildfire, causing her back to arch. Her thighs trembled and threatened to throw her writhing body to Jax’s impeccable crimson carpet.

  Jax laughed, winding one taut hand around her ass to squeeze the extra flesh he found there. Another jab from his cock curled up and into her g-spot, caressing the flesh as if his member had been made especially for her. Kit eyed his reflection in the mirror as he thrust into her from behind.

  His olive skin shone in the moonlight and his huge, gold-brown eyes caught her stunned expression. Jax smiled and slid one of his free hands around to squash her clitoris. He pressed into the sensation, watching her squirm with in disguisable glee.

  Kit shrieked and dug her nails into the gold, ivy trim of the mirror until she thought she might break the damned thing.

  “You’re coming.” Jax brushed back his black, chin-length hair as though he were completely unaffected by the turn of events.

  “You’re fucking right I am,” she tried to say. Instead, she emitted only a garbled mish-mash of words as her pussy walls tightened up and about him. The familiar feeling of joy from an orgasm at Jax’s hands coursed through her body as one last thrust sent her over the edge.

  “Shit!” Kit screamed.

  Jax caught her neatly in a one-handed swoop about the belly. The vampire laughed and licked his fangs. He grabbed the goblet of blood beside his bed and took one neat swig before he replaced it on the nightstand. He let out a dramatic sigh before he laughed. “If I weren’t an immortal outlet of endless strength, I’d say you have broken me, Kit.”

  Kit giggled, both hands still planted on the mirror. She blew a sweaty black curl out of her eyes and heaved a huge breath.

  Jax threw his hand around her waist. He stopped to kiss her on the cheek before he pulled her down onto the bed with him.

  Kit sighed as she rested her head on his smooth, almost baby-soft chest. Jax was more than great sex. He was her cuddle buddy, too. As much as she hated to admit it, she looked forward to the after-sex cuddles just as much as the actual act. Well, until he inevitably started in with his serious questions.

  It hadn’t always been that way, though. Kit could remember the night they’d met like she could remember the first time she’d seen Brad Pitt, ironically enough in Interview With The Vampire.

  She recalled her bewilderment at the fact that a vampire had summoned up the courage to mosey downstairs on Shifter Night at Club. He’d made anyone who wasn’t dressed up like a seventeenth-century aristocrat look tacky.

  “Where are you from?” Kit had asked, sneaking up to him at the bar and topping off his red wine. “On the house, by the way, for mysteriousness.”

  Jax had given her a more ready smile than she’d anticipated. “I’m from New Orleans,” he said. “Born and died.”

  “New Orleans,” Kit repeated. “That’s funny. Just like Brad Pitt in-”

  Jax rolled his eyes and waved his hand. “Please don’t mention that terrible movie,” he said.

  “Oh, I didn’t mean to compare you, you know, just because you’re a—”

  “I know, I know.” Jax smiled again, showing off his pure white fangs. “I may be out of place, but I am sick of the Fight Club references.”

  “When are we going to get together?” His present voice snapped Kit back to reality. “For real?” He brushed Kit’s bangs away from her jade eyes, appearing somewhat solemn in the night mist that slithered in through the open window.

  Kit sighed. “When I decide I want eternal damnation.”

  Jax snorted. “I already told you, Kit. It’s not eternal damnation. It’s eternal life. I’m not trying to be a whining choirboy here...but damn it. I...I like you as much as I can without saying....”

  “Without saying ‘I love you’.” Kit stretched her naked body out onto the bed and lit a cigarette. She exhaled and rested the stick in the porcelain ashtray he always whipped out for her visits. “It bothers me, Jax. That’s all I’m saying.”

  “Well, you know damn well that if I could say it, I would. And I’m about as close to loving you as humanly, er, vampirically possible.”

  “But you can’t feel it. You told me that yourself.”

  “Not right now!” Jax slapped himself on the forehead in clear frustration. “But I could, Kit, if you’d just accept the offer of transformation I’ve been jamming down your throat for months now. Doesn’t that say it in all the ways I can’t? That offer?”

  “You know what says it better?” Kit smiled and got to her knees. She twirled her curvy hips in little circles as she dragged the long cigarette that hung from her lips.

  Jax rolled his eyes, but she could see a smile played at his lips already. He cracked his jaw and took another sip of the blood in the goblet. He was trying to ignore her, play hard to get. Kit, as usual, was playing impossible to love. Maybe she didn’t want his love as much as she thought she did. She pushed the unbearable thought away and prowled toward him like a smoking tiger.

  “Let me guess, Kit. You’re going to come onto me, seduce me with that wickedly amazing smile of yours, and then leave again before the day even breaks. You know that even though I’m dead and all, I still have feelings? We had that talk, right?”

  “We had that blowjob,” Kit said. She straddled his firm, shapely thighs with her hands. He felt so good, his physique as absolutely perfect as the rest of him, minus the whiny feelings. His cock slid neatly into her mouth like an oversized lollipop and she hummed away into the sense of her lover inside her mouth.

  A groan escaped the vampire. Kit saw his eyes flutter for a second before they closed behind his thick, black-brown lashes. She had won again. At least, she hoped so. For all she knew, he could have reserves.

  The shaft slid in and out of her throat with a beautiful smoothness. The tip of it pulsated for a moment before the pre-cum escaped. Kit groaned at the silky taste of him inside her mouth. Jax was so hot, even his damned fluids tasted like a miracle. He didn’t last long, but he never did during Kit’s brush-over-the-problems blowjobs, as he had so dubbed them.

  Kit had met him at the nightclub she worked in, Club Heat. It was a huge attraction to all the shifters and vamps in town, as it boasted different floors for all different types of supernatural partygoers. Jax had become a regular after they met there. The two had chatted it up at the bar just about every night for hours, but it had been a few weeks before she finally took him home. Well, he had taken her home to be ex
act, to the perfectly Addams Family-inspired condo he owned on the West End of town. Jax used to be as into casual sex as she had, but their damned feelings had gotten in the way. All that talking they had done had gotten in the way. Their stupid, perfect friendship should have stayed just that. But it hadn’t. Now, Kit was worried their emotions were going to ruin everything. He wanted to be with her so bad she felt she didn’t have time to make a decision. The irony was, she wanted to be with him just as much. She didn’t want the whole messy ordeal to take away the end-all sexual partner she had wanted her entire adult life. Couldn’t he see they could make it work as friends?

  Kit pulled her mouth back as she cleared the stale thoughts from her mind. She slowly brought down the end of the vampire’s orgasm with her hand and watched his eyes open again. His features sparkled in the moonlight that streamed in through his skylights. Jax was absolutely beautiful to boot. She’d never seen anyone so radiant.

  “That all, Kit?” he whispered. She shook her head and re-lit the cigarette she’d put out. Smoking typically killed the issues around Jax. He had to know by this point in their supposed relationship that she only lit them if she didn’t want to talk about anything.

  “I gotta go home, Jax,” Kit said. “You know that.”

  “Yeah, sure.” Jax wrapped the white sheet around his still rock-hard erection as he got up to lead her to the door.

  Kit threw her red dress over head and took a deep breath. She really didn’t want to talk about it anymore. It would only hurt them both. There were no right words for the strange feeling she couldn’t put a name to. She snapped her bra quickly as she gathered up her purse and swung it over her shoulder.

  “When are you coming back?” he asked.

  “Soon.” Kit tried to ignore him as she smoothed on a fresh coating of blood-red lipstick. “I’ve been coming by every night, Jax, and I don’t think it’s good for either of us.”

  “Well, when are you going to admit you have feelings for me?” he said. “Just the same as I do for you?”

  “When the time is right.” Kit leaned forward to hug the vampire. She couldn’t help it. He was so warm and comforting. It had been everything she needed in a man, before she shut herself down to him. It had simply become too serious, too fast.

  They parted from the embrace and Kit thought she saw one last, emotional glimmer in his eyes as she shut the door behind herself. She had to do something about this.

  Chapter Two

  Kit pulled down the sides of her neon-green miniskirt. She flashed the shifters at the door a huge smile as they piled in for the night. She knew what they wanted. Five shots of Jack Daniels before they started their game of pool. Right after that, they would all take a draft beer. Miller Lite. They were regulars and Kit had gotten to know them a bit. Unlike the vampires, the shifters hunted and lived in packs. Something about them appealed to Kit. They usually hung around in the bar on the bottom floor, where Kit was always stuck during the week. Jax and the more sophisticated vampiric types hung out on the second floor with the flashing lights and dance music.

  It must be good to have so many friends¸ Kit thought as she prepared their shots. Demons, apparently, could drink all night and never suffer a hangover. Lucky them. The round of shots and beer would be the start of a long night for the wolf pack.

  “Here you are.” Kit took the shots out of her professionally balanced hand and placed them on the bar one at a time. “Who’s gonna win in pool tonight?”

  The wolves, still in human form, laughed.

  “Jared’s gonna win,” one of them said. He punched his buddy in the arm light-heartedly. “If he quits being such a cry baby bitch.”

  “I’ll cry all night and still kick your ass,” Jared said with a laugh. He downed the shot in his hand. Kit set his draft beer down in front of him. “You never disappoint, Kit. I’ll see you during round two, when I’m done kicking these guys all over your bar.”

  “Not my club or my bar!” Kit called after the departing shifters. “Wish it was! I’d be so rich I wouldn’t have to work here!”

  The shifters laughed and cast her one more glance before they assembled themselves around the turf-green pool table, establishing their territory for the evening. Kit rolled her eyes. If her night went as Thursdays usually did, the panther shifters would be in, throwing a hissy fit about who got the big pool table in the corner. Kit figured they just did it to entertain themselves. It wasn’t like the shifters didn’t have anything better to do. Nonetheless, it would be a pain in her ass.

  “Hey.”

  Kit startled to hear Jax’s deep voice at the bar. Jax never came to the bar when the shifters were around. He had to know it was Shifter Thursday. And besides, he had always been a second-floor type of a guy. But there he sat in front of her.

  He wore a leather jacket and smoked a cigarette. Both were completely out of character for the upscale vampire.

  “What the hell?” Kit grinned as she sat on her stool behind the bar. She propped her elbows up and slid him a glass of red wine. Jax shook his head.

  “Make it a Bloody Mary.”

  Kit cocked her brow as she hopped up to prepare the drink.

  “You’re just full of new tricks tonight, aren’t you, Jax?” she asked. “For example, you’re smoking, wearing a leather jacket, and drinking a Bloody Mary. Not to point out the obvious or anything.”

  Jax laughed as he took the drink.

  Kit retook her seat and stared him down. “Well?” she asked.

  “Well, I think I’d like to go bang your sweet ass in the back room, that’s what,” he said without missing a beat.

  Kit startled.

  “W-what?” she said. “Really?”

  “Yeah. I’m turning over a new leaf. For you, Kit. So, how about it? Bangy-bangy in the back room or what?”

  Kit felt a hot blush come over her face. She stuttered nonsense as she tried to regain her composure. The shifters were out of beer already and she prided herself on them never having to come up and order. They always left her a fat tip. Shifter nights were part of her very livelihood and now Jax had decided to come shock her with his ‘smooth operator’ persona during her shift. It was unthinkable.

  “You hold that engagingly hot thought and I will be right back,” Kit said as she pushed the swinging bar door open with her knee, a tray full of draft beer ready to go for the wolf pack. “I cannot believe you tonight, Jax.”

  “I’m a new man!” he said with a grin. He made no illusions of eyeing her ass as she sauntered away.

  Kit shuddered and laughed nervously. The whole thing was weird, if not hot.

  “Is that a vampire down here?” one of the wolf shifters asked. He cocked his brow and emitted a little growl. “Don’t they know Thursday night is...”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Kit said with a sigh. “Thursday night is Shifter Night, but he’s a friend of mine, okay? Oh, look. There’s Janika.”

  The young blonde girl at the door was Kit’s close friend as well as co-worker. She had been working at Club Heat for two years, almost as long as Kit had. Janika certainly knew the ropes well enough to take over the bar for a while, even if Kit was technically the supervisor. More than likely, she wouldn’t have an issue with Kit taking some time off for some hanky-panky in the utility room with Jax. Janika was a fun sort, if not a little bitchy.

  “Janika!” Kit greeted her co-worker with a smile. “A pleasure to see you. You mind taking over for a little bit wile I spend some time with a friend of mine?”

  Janika turned up her nose. Her former sorority girl facade must have been a hard thing to kick, after all. But, she was cool enough.

  Kit gave her friend a goofy smile as she waited for an answer.

  “Jax?” Janika asked. “You’ve got to be kidding me. What’s a vamp doing down here on...”

  “Yeah, on Shifter Thursdays,” Kit said. She put her hands up and shrugged. “He came to see me. Can you hold the bar down for awhile or what?”

  “Yeah, sure.” Janik
a pulled a washrag from her apron to wipe down the bar. “Missed a spot, Kit.”

  Kit laughed and flipped her co-worker off as she hopped over the bar. She practically dragged Jax off his barstool. There was something different about him tonight, something animalistic that just begged to be unleashed. He was almost like a shifter, seemingly fitting for Shifter Thursday.

  “Back here, back here.” Kit pulled him to the area behind the bar and scrambled to unlock the door to the utility room. “I can’t believe you’re up for this. This is so unlike you.”

  “Yeah, well.” Jax shoved her into the closet and slammed the door behind him. “I’m up for all kinds of new things, lately,” he told her. Jax reached up to pull the string that turned the light on. “Are you, baby?”

  “Y-yeah.”

  Jax was certainly being weird, but it would do. Already, her skirt had slid around her ankles. His hands weren’t shy as he examined her and fondled two fingers into her pussy. Kit had already gotten wet from the thought of Jax lightening up. She missed their kinky no-strings attached sex.

  “There we are,” he growled.

  She realized the tip of his pinky finger had penetrated just a little bit into her asshole. Kit shuddered, going to protest. She had never done such a thing. He slapped her on the ass, hard. Kit’s felt her eyes widen in both shock and pleasure.

  “Don’t talk,” he commanded. Jax grabbed her wrists. He tied a black, silk scarf around them, binding her hands together.

  “Oh, Jax...”

  Another slap on the ass, hard enough to make her squeal.

  “I thought I told you not to talk. Now, you may answer my questions if I address you. Yes, sir?”