Page 101 of Heartbeat Girl

Dropping my legs, Liam pushed me back over the table and loomed over me. His hands were already at my thighs, pushing up my skirt until it was a crinkled mess on my stomach. Lips at my throat, fingers at my panties. My stomach fluttered as he traced his fingers down. When he hiked my legs over his shoulders, scooting my ass toward the edge of the table, I pushed at his chest.

“No,” I said.

His eyes narrowed on me. “No?”

Pushing my legs down so he no longer had me bent in half, I flipped over and thrust my ass out to him. Laying my head on the table, I looked over my shoulder. His gaze roamed my backside, and he tugged at his zipper. My pussy clenched at the sight of him watching me. He pulled my panties down to my knees within a second, and then thrust so deep inside me I slid up the table. I moaned as he dragged my ass back toward him.

“Oh God, Liam!” I shouted.

My skin tingled, and my ears burned. I couldn’t hear the slap of our flesh over the music, but Ifeltit. The grip on my hips every time he drove home.So deep.My vision blurred, turning everything to white as my body peaked. Another slam, and I tipped over. My body arched off the table, and Liam bent close and grabbed my neck. He drove even deeper. My body throbbed as another orgasm threatened. Holding me still as he hammered into me, he bit me, and we spiraled into ecstasy together.

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I woke to Liam holding a microphone to my bare chest. It would be our last night on the bus before Chris took it back to Black Hearts. Liam and the guys said the Machine of Death would be too noticeable, and it wasn’t like we could take our driver with us to wherever they hid Marilyn. My vampires had to be on guard in case any of her loyal subjects followed us. I guessed that meant they had other plans for transportation since they hadn’t asked me to get us a rental.

Rubbing my blurry eyes, I asked, “What are you doing?” The thump of my heart echoed through the microphone. His phone was right next to it.

“I want to keep this sound forever. Put it in a song and let the world listen.” My heart’s sound picked up a bit at his words, causing him to grin.

“You’re recording its beat,” I whispered, awe in my voice.

“This sound brought you to me.” Liam dropped a kiss between my breasts. “I want to remember it. The anticipation I felt every time you entered a building I was in or rounded a corner in the hallway. If you were in the elevator or in the next room, I knew because of these beats. You have no idea how much I waited to hear it each day, knowing I’d get to see you a second before you ran and hid.”

My smile was so big my jaws hurt. The warm fuzzies filling my chest and the tears blurring my vision were proof of how happy he made me. But it wasn’t just the beautiful things he said. The softness in his gaze and the way he treated me let me know I was loved.

After a beeping noise, he set the mic down beside us.

Then I asked, “Is being a vampire hard?”

“Who you are before is what decides that.”

Before I got the chance to ask what he meant, a loud shatter, like a glass bottle breaking, came from the front of the bus. Did Pete or Liam accidentally knock over the empty ones they had on top of the booth?

Liam rose from the bed. “What are they doing?” I didn’t know if Liam was talking to me or muttering to himself. He pulled open the door and stepped out of the room. “Steve… What the—”

Sound pierced my ears, and I flinched. Bones cracked. I bolted upright, forgetting I was naked. One minute, Liam stood in the hall. The next, he toppled over backward.

“Liam!” I screamed, rushing forward.

I froze when I saw Pete. His eyes were as black as the shirt he wore. Not unusual for them, but his fangs hung over his bottom lip as he watched me.

“Pete, what’s wrong?” I asked, carefully.

My gaze darted to Liam. He wasn’t dead. He’d come back, right? It wasn’t a stab to the heart, was it? Looking beyond Pete’s frigid stance, I saw Steve’s feet poking out from where the couch was. Pete attacked them both. My heart hammered in my chest.

In a flash, Pete’s hands were on my neck. He slammed me onto the bed. Pain coursed through me. He was crushingmy windpipe. I slapped at his hands and gasped as the burn grew worse. “Pete… you’re… choking… me.”

Something wet dropped on my cheek. Tears were in his eyes. Black spots danced in my vision, and my throat felt like it was on fire.

Oh. Pete. What’s happened to you?

“I’m trying…” he said. “I t-tried. I-I can’t anymore. Too strong.” He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, but his grip on my neck loosened.

I sucked in some much-needed air.

“Forgive me,” he whispered right as he raised his fist above my head.

My instinct was to shut my eyes when his fist came crashing down.