importantly what had killed his mother. “Thank you.” Nico's hand gave a little shake. "They never caught him. The police didn't believe me when I told them a vampire killed my mother." There was a long pause. "The therapists said it was trauma from being there at the time of the murder. They said my mind had created a monster to explain why something terrible had happened."
“But you didn't make it up, did you? You really did see a vampire." He nodded. Abby swallowed hard. There was no point in asking the typical ' That's why you hate me, isn't it? ' question. Of course it was the reason he was hard on her, but asking that question would make this about her, and this was about him and his mom. Abby reached out and touched the back of his hand, surprisingly he didn't flinch. "I'm sorry for your loss, Nico." He nodded again. Abby bit her bottom lip. “What was her name?”
“Lucy, her name was Lucille Lynch.”
“Wait.” Abby sat up and leaned forward, “You named your car after your mom?”
A proud smile spread over his lips. “It was her car, that hunk of metal is the only thing I have left from my old life, the life I had before she was killed.”
She’d always assumed his connection with the vehicle was just simply a man and his car, now she could understand why everything else around him deteriorated and yet he worked on refurbishing the Bel Air. “Can I ask if you ever found him?"
“The vampire?” His smile grew tight. "Yep."
"Yes, I can ask? Or Yes, you found him?"
He grabbed her hand quicker than she could react and yanked her over to his side of the couch leaving only an inch of space between their lips. "Both."
If she had a heartbeat, it would be pounding right then. She did her best to pull away, but he pulled her closer. Just a hair’s breadth between them and all she wanted to do was lean in closer. "Nico?"
His chest rumbled with a deep laugh. "Am I scaring you?"
"Hardly," she barely breathed the words.
He must have expected her to say yes. Instead his eyes darkened with lust as he pulled her into his lap. The serious conversation was pushed aside as primal need took over. Abby's hand moved to his shoulder. Her fingers ached to play with the short hair that curled at his hairline. She could feel him harden against her which caused a rush of heat to spread over her. His hips lifted and his cock rubbed against her mound through their clothes. Abby's head fell back. Her lips parted, and the most satisfied moan came forth. She could feel his breath on her neck, lightly dancing against her skin. Teasing her but giving her nothing. "Nico..."
He didn't say a word. Instead his tongue darted out and licked over the hollow of her throat making her shiver. "Nico, you can't do this," she whispered. Why did she have to be the voice of reason in all of this?
"Why?" His teeth nibbled up to her ear as his hips moved beneath her.
"Because you're deflecting."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"God no." She regretted it as soon as she said it.
His body stilled. He sat up straight and took a deep breath. She knew what was happening. He was pulling himself back together. As much as she didn't want to, she needed to do the same. Better to pretend everything is fine than to show how much the rejection would hurt. She sat up, did her best to relax her features, her muscles, and keep her voice calm. He looked up at her, there was no disdain in his eyes. Just sadness. Pure, unadulterated sadness. "I'm sorry, Abby. I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay. No harm, no foul."
"No, it's not okay. I never really talk about my mom to anyone. I guess my body decided to change the subject without my brain knowing what was going on. It wasn't fair of me to paw at you like an animal."
She smiled, and it was genuine. The aching pain from a few seconds ago ebbed. He was acting on instinct to cover his pain. He wasn't trying to hurt her. "I get it, no worries. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried into your life."
His
“But you didn't make it up, did you? You really did see a vampire." He nodded. Abby swallowed hard. There was no point in asking the typical ' That's why you hate me, isn't it? ' question. Of course it was the reason he was hard on her, but asking that question would make this about her, and this was about him and his mom. Abby reached out and touched the back of his hand, surprisingly he didn't flinch. "I'm sorry for your loss, Nico." He nodded again. Abby bit her bottom lip. “What was her name?”
“Lucy, her name was Lucille Lynch.”
“Wait.” Abby sat up and leaned forward, “You named your car after your mom?”
A proud smile spread over his lips. “It was her car, that hunk of metal is the only thing I have left from my old life, the life I had before she was killed.”
She’d always assumed his connection with the vehicle was just simply a man and his car, now she could understand why everything else around him deteriorated and yet he worked on refurbishing the Bel Air. “Can I ask if you ever found him?"
“The vampire?” His smile grew tight. "Yep."
"Yes, I can ask? Or Yes, you found him?"
He grabbed her hand quicker than she could react and yanked her over to his side of the couch leaving only an inch of space between their lips. "Both."
If she had a heartbeat, it would be pounding right then. She did her best to pull away, but he pulled her closer. Just a hair’s breadth between them and all she wanted to do was lean in closer. "Nico?"
His chest rumbled with a deep laugh. "Am I scaring you?"
"Hardly," she barely breathed the words.
He must have expected her to say yes. Instead his eyes darkened with lust as he pulled her into his lap. The serious conversation was pushed aside as primal need took over. Abby's hand moved to his shoulder. Her fingers ached to play with the short hair that curled at his hairline. She could feel him harden against her which caused a rush of heat to spread over her. His hips lifted and his cock rubbed against her mound through their clothes. Abby's head fell back. Her lips parted, and the most satisfied moan came forth. She could feel his breath on her neck, lightly dancing against her skin. Teasing her but giving her nothing. "Nico..."
He didn't say a word. Instead his tongue darted out and licked over the hollow of her throat making her shiver. "Nico, you can't do this," she whispered. Why did she have to be the voice of reason in all of this?
"Why?" His teeth nibbled up to her ear as his hips moved beneath her.
"Because you're deflecting."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"God no." She regretted it as soon as she said it.
His body stilled. He sat up straight and took a deep breath. She knew what was happening. He was pulling himself back together. As much as she didn't want to, she needed to do the same. Better to pretend everything is fine than to show how much the rejection would hurt. She sat up, did her best to relax her features, her muscles, and keep her voice calm. He looked up at her, there was no disdain in his eyes. Just sadness. Pure, unadulterated sadness. "I'm sorry, Abby. I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay. No harm, no foul."
"No, it's not okay. I never really talk about my mom to anyone. I guess my body decided to change the subject without my brain knowing what was going on. It wasn't fair of me to paw at you like an animal."
She smiled, and it was genuine. The aching pain from a few seconds ago ebbed. He was acting on instinct to cover his pain. He wasn't trying to hurt her. "I get it, no worries. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have pried into your life."
His
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