Sex Shifters and a Vampire: An Unlikely Christmas Match by Addison Avery Page A

to go before the rooster crowed.
    “So what do you say? Do you have something to suit my needs?”
    Conrad eyed his erection. Sure, he had something in mind for Miss Bellows. “You’ll be just in time for breakfast.”
    “Wonderful,” Kim purred. “I love a hospitable Southern vampire.”
    Conrad let the vampire comment slide. He’d been getting those more and more, and he never knew how to respond. “Might as well come on over. I’m up now,” he grumbled, looking at his tented pants again. “In more ways than one.”
    “What’s that?” she asked, giggling.
    “I have more than one animal to show you. Come on over. I’ll let ya see what I’ve got.”
    “Fabulous! I’m looking forward to meeting you. I’ll see you in a few.”
    Before Conrad gave her directions, she hung up the phone. When he replaced the receiver, he rolled to his side, all the more aware of his morning male problem. At least he always figured out a way to solve his own dilemmas.
    Conrad reached between his legs and wrapped his hand around his throbbing penis. Three tugs into a hand-job, he exploded. Man, he typically wasn’t that good at arousing himself.
    He closed his eyes and imagined a lovely woman behind the mysterious, honey-coated, raspy voice. He pictured her body more than her face—full breasts, curves fit for a man to explore, and an ass virgin-tight and ready to fuck.
    “Ah, yes,” he groaned, yanking his wide cock until he came again. When his release spilled over his knobby knuckles and long fingers, he sighed. If Kim Bellows wanted a stallion, he’d gladly stand at stud, but first, he might indulge in a taste of her iron-enriched blood.

    * * * *

    Less than thirty minutes later, Conrad swung the door open. There on his front porch was quite possibly the most confident looking cowboy he’d ever seen. He was dressed in a bright red, short sleeve button-down—odd given the winter season—dark denim jeans, and shiny olive-tone snakeskin boots. He wore a dark cowboy hat pulled low over his forehead and casually tilted the wide brim in a polite gesture when he said, “I believe you’re expecting me.”
    The cowboy lifted his hat and his gaze simultaneously. Conrad was taken aback by dazzling sapphire eyes, mesmerized by the deep color of blue and stunned to find a man so appealing. “Tell me you aren’t Kim Bellows.”
    “Is there a problem?” he asked, extending his hand.
    “No, I was just…” Wondering why he’d taken his own palm to his cock while imagining Kim Bellows as a sexy young woman capable of pleasuring a man for hours and hours. “Never mind,” he mumbled, shaking his hand. “I’m Conrad Cleveland. You’re in the horse trading business?”
    “Not really,” Kim replied. “But like I explained on the phone, I need a capable stallion. I’m in the market.”
    Grabbing his winter coat from a nearby ladder-back chair, Conrad walked outside and pointed toward a dimly lit cobblestone path. Before they started down the narrow tree-lined trail, Conrad said, “Stud horse won’t do you much good without a worthy mare.”
    Kim smiled, flashing big dimples and a cleft chin more noticeable with the spreading grin. “You might say that’s already been taken care of.”
    Conrad strolled down the walkway. “Sounds fine, but just wanted you to know everything I have is up for sale. If you’re looking to throw some color, I’ve got a beautiful paint horse. He’s one of a kind.”
    “Is he stout ?”
    Conrad stopped in his tracks, thinking to himself he’d never met a horse trader so unusually interested in breeding abilities. “I beg your pardon?”
    “I’m looking for an aggressive stud, if you understand what I’m saying,” Kim explained. “In my experience, the more physically developed a horse is, the more enthusiastic they are when the adrenaline kicks in. They’re more excited about breeding.”
    Conrad couldn’t say he’d ever heard of such a theory. Maybe he should go with his earlier