Fashionably Fabulous: Book Eleven of The Hot Damned Series Read online

  “Oh my God, lover,” he whispered in my ear, “I have never needed someone so badly in my life. You belong to me, to no one else. Mine.”

  “And you’re mine,” I told him with absolute confidence. “Forever.”

  “Deal.”

  How in the Hell did it feel like he had more than two hands? Every inch of my body was a live wire. My core literally throbbed and words no longer had meaning. His lips found mine and he kissed me with a passion I never knew existed until he came into my life. At the same time he pressed down on my clit with the heel of his hand.

  I detonated.

  But I was nowhere near done…

  “Need you,” I mumbled as I licked and bit at his neck.

  “Put me where you want me,” he insisted in a sexy gruff tone.

  He was hard and smooth at the same time. I was so in love with him I never wanted this moment to end. Ever. I guided him to where we both wanted him to be. He pushed the head of his shaft into me and I gasped.

  “God, it feels so good,” he moaned, one hand grasping my ass and the other tangled in my hair, forcing me to lock eyes with him as he slowly pushed.

  “Oh God,” I gasped, “don’t stop.”

  “Mine,” he groaned as his eyes blazed a gorgeous blue and silver.

  He filled me to capacity and beyond, yet I wanted more. I wanted all of him. I wanted him forever and I wanted his children. It didn’t matter that my mother sucked. I was going to be a kickass mother someday. The thin line between pleasure and completely losing myself in him blurred to the point I was unsure what it meant.

  We were so intertwined that I lost sight of myself and became part of him. I writhed beneath him, begging and moaning. My body demanded satisfaction without care for the consequences.

  Maybe my wish would come true right now. Maybe our love would create a new life.

  At the thought, I lost all control and arched my pelvis up, pleading for more. My unspoken need undid him. He roared, and with a deep thrust, he undid me. We came together and flew to places in my mind that words couldn’t do justice to.

  “What did you wish for?” he asked as he held me close.

  “Why?” I asked. “Could you hear me?”

  The Kev smiled down at me and pushed my unruly blonde locks behind my ear. “I think I did, but I’m not sure. Tell me.”

  “I wished for a child,” I said, not looking at him. Did he even want to be a dad at 2000? Maybe he didn’t want that. Maybe I could get a dog.

  “Oh, Gemma,” he said, closing his eyes.

  “What?” I asked, feeling like an idiot. “If you don’t want to, we don’t have to have a baby… I just thought…”

  “Nothing would bring me more pleasure and pride than to see you carrying our child, but…”

  “But?” I asked.

  “The timing is not the best. However, we will make it work,” he promised.

  “Whoa, Nelly. Wait a minute,” I said, sitting up quickly and taking his hands in mine. “I just wished for it. That doesn’t mean that we have to do it anytime soon. It can be a future thing. No biggie.”

  “Lover, your wish will always be my command.”

  “Well, thanks,” I said with a giggle. “It’s all kinds of awesome having my own personal Genie.”

  The Kev laughed and then let his head fall back on his shoulders. He stared at the ceiling for a long moment. “I don’t think you understood me.”

  “You said my wish is your command,” I replied and then froze. “You mean…”

  “Yes. That’s exactly what I mean, lover.”

  “So I’m pregnant?”

  “Possibly. When exactly did you wish? Before or after the… umm… end?” he inquired with a grin.

  “Before,” I whispered, paling. “Are you okay if I am pregnant?”

  He only paused for a fraction of a second, but I noticed it and my heart sank.

  “It would make my life complete.”

  I wasn’t entirely sure I believed him, but there was no time to get into an argument over it. I either was or I wasn’t. One thing was for sure, I was going to be fucking careful what I wished for in the future—bad pun painfully intended.

  “Are you ready to go again?” he asked, caressing my breast.

  “I’m not sure,” I lied with a smile as a slow heat coiled low in my body. “I can tell you this. I’m not going to wish for triplets or a litter of puppies.”

  “Excellent plan, lover. I believe I can help you be sure—about being ready for another round,” he said with a wicked grin, moving down my body and burying his face between my legs.

  I laughed with abandon as shots of pleasure pulsed through me as his tongue did things I’d never known a tongue could do.

  “I’m getting pretty sure,” I cried out.

  “That’s good.” His voice was gruff as he slid back up my body. “Because I’m very sure.”

  And he was.

  And I was.

  And it rocked.

  And if we’d made a baby because of my wish… that would rock too.

  I was definitely sure of it.

  Chapter Five

  “What’s different about you?” Tiara asked, handing me a bagel with cream cheese.

  Scarfing the bagel down, I shrugged. “Nothing. Are there more bagels?”

  “You already ate five,” Susu pointed out as she zipped around the kitchen in my suite.

  The Kev had been gone for nine hours, thirty-two minutes and twenty-four seconds. I missed him like crazy. Not that going home to Zanthia was high on my bucket list, but seeing the man I adored most certainly was. I assumed he would take care of business quickly and we’d be together soon—hopefully tonight.

  “Your point?” I demanded of Susu as I ransacked the fridge for something sweet.

  “No point, Dairy Queen,” she replied with an impressive backflip. “Just an observation.”

  “Do they even have bagels in Zanthia?” I asked as I found some key lime pie in the fridge.

  “What they don’t have they will get for you, my Queen,” Tiara assured me. “I just wish I could go with you. Lizard has been crying for two days over not being able to protect you.”

  That gave me pause. Lizard was a hard-assed half-Demon half-Fairy. He was also mated to Martha and Jane. That was something I couldn’t wrap my mind around, but The Kev had said there was someone for everyone and that trio proved his point in a particularly icky way. Lizard carried a baseball bat and was basically afraid of nothing. I had a difficult time picturing him in tears.

  “Lizard cried?” I asked.

  “Yep,” Susu informed me. “I think it was a combo cry though.”

  “Explain,” I said, grabbing a fork and digging into the pie.

  “Well, the batshit crazy Martha and Jane still think they’re coming with us to Zanthia,” she informed me.

  “Nope,” I choked out with a mouthful of pie. “Not happening.”

  “Right,” Susu agreed. “However, the old hookers don’t realize that little fact yet. So Lizard is crying over not being able to protect you and that his older than dirt, horribly dressed assmonkeys are leaving too.”

  “Did you erase our words?” I demanded of Susu. I couldn’t believe I’d forgotten to ask. In my defense, there had been a shit-ton going on in the last twenty-four hours.

  Susu froze mid-air, shrieked, and began to pummel herself violently. It was horrifyingly interesting to watch. Her language was positively rude and she called herself every name in the book and a few that I’m positive weren’t in any book.

  “Umm… what the ever-lovin’ fuck?” Tiara muttered as she ducked a flying Susu right before the Mini-Elf threw her tiny body at the wall. “What’s going on with your little buddy? And PS… I’m totally stealing fart-blasting asscanoes from Hades on Black Friday.”

  “Be my guest,” I said with a shudder as I caught my Guardian Angel midair before she slammed into the wall again. “Enough. Clearly you were unable to erase the words. Is that what this i
s about?”

  “Yes,” she wailed and began to glow like an army of lightning bugs. “And it gets worse.”

  “How in the fuck can it get worse?” I asked, feeling my stomach sink.

  “Well, they don’t actually remember that we hate the words,” Susu explained as she wrung her tiny hands in distress.

  “Okay,” I said, still holding her immobile so she didn’t behead herself or something even worse like eat herself. “That sounds positive.”

  “You would think,” she agreed, frantically nodding her head so fast her curls were now a tangled mess. “But the words… they remember the words.”

  “But not that we hate them?”

  “Right.”

  “So what’s the problem?” I asked, not following.

  “Brought you some moist biscuits, Hairy Queen,” Martha grunted, barging into my suite and slapping a plate down on the granite countertop.

  “Very nutritious,” Jane added as she marched her bony ass in behind her idiot partner in crime. “Churned some creamy butter for the biscuits myself. That fucking shit is delicious, but I got the creamy, creamy, creamy goodness all over my new gabardine assless slacks. Last time I make anything creamy.”

  “Holy shit,” Tiara screamed and slapped her hands over her ears. “Make them stop.”

  I couldn’t have agreed with the sentiment more, but why was Tiara freaking?

  “Cakeholes,” I hissed at the old bags. “Shut them or I’ll permanently remove them. You feel me?”

  Both Vampyres nodded, shrugged, and made themselves comfortable at the kitchen table. I winced at the thought of Jane’s bare ass on my chair, but I had bigger problems at the moment.

  Grabbing Tiara by the arm, I yanked her to the hallway out of earshot of the ancient biddies. “What is the issue?” I demanded as I tried not to gag at the sheer number of times the old Vamps had used the word creamy.

  “The words,” Tiara choked out looking like she too was going to heave. “I can’t take the words. Those skanks are freakin’ evil.”

  “Which words?” I asked.

  “Do I have to say them?” she asked, appalled.

  I thought about that for a second. “No. We can figure this out without actually speaking them. Does one start with a C and rhyme with steamy?”

  “Yesssssss,” Tiara hissed as she paled considerably.

  “Starts with B. Rhymes with Triscuit?” I went on.

  “Bingo,” she said as she dry heaved a little.

  “Is there one more that’s a synonym for pants?” I asked as I shuddered in agony.

  “Yes.” Tiara was now practically in tears.

  “So then nutritious and moist are okay by you?”

  “Not me,” Susu, who had turned an alarming shade of green, chimed in.

  “I’m okay with those. I don’t love them, but can deal with them,” Tiara said, with her hand poised in front of her mouth just in case she hurled. “It’s the others. Makes me want to blow something up… or puke.”

  I considered the problem for a moment and then sat down on the floor. “Is this a Fairy thing?”

  “Could be,” Tiara said as she slid down the wall and seated herself next to me. “I didn’t exactly have a normal Fairy upbringing, so I can’t say for sure. I mean, the Fairies weren’t really keen on a half-Fairy Half-Demon who’s also a lesbian in their midst.”

  “Fairies are homophobic?” I asked, getting pissed.

  “My mother is,” Tiara said with a shrug that spoke volumes. “Can’t speak for the rest. Of course, the fact that I’m also part Vamp poses a few issues.”

  “Those bastards have another thing coming when I get there.”

  Tiara laid her head on my shoulder and sighed. “You are my hero already. However, we have a fucking crisis at the moment. Sooooo, are those the words that you hate too?”

  I nodded curtly and then laughed. “They are. Martha and Jane found out and were going to use them against me to take them to Zanthia.”

  “I was supposed to wipe their minds but I fucked it up,” Susu said as she punched herself in the head to illustrate her displeasure with herself. “They don’t know we hate the words anymore, but they’re now programmed to use them constantly.”

  Again, Susu began to beat the living crap out of herself.

  “Dude, you have to stop that shit,” I chastised her. “I need you, and if you off yourself, I’m screwed.”

  Susu stopped and gasped with delight. Her violet eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “You love me?”

  “Getting there,” I said with an eye roll. “It would be a lot easier if you didn’t try to tear your own head off.”

  “Roger that!”

  “So let me get this straight,” Tiara said, letting her head fall against the wall in semi-defeat. “If we go back in there, the asswanks are going to let the words rip? Possibly all at once?”

  “It’s a possibility,” I said, shaking my head in despair. “However, I have duct tape and I’m not afraid to use it.”

  “Thank you, my Queen,” Tiara said with a giggle. “Maybe if we can get them to leave everything will be okay.”

  The massive crash from the kitchen made me jump to my feet. The grunts and swearing made me cringe. WTF?

  “Oh my Hell on fire in August during a garbage strike! NOOOOO,” The Shelia screamed at the top of her lungs. “You are evil.”

  “It’s definitely a Fairy thing,” I said with a laugh. “They just nailed The Shelia with the words. Let’s go save her ass. Plus, I’m hungry and that flaky circle bread looked yummy.”

  “I see what you did there,” Tiara said with a grin. “Very nice.”

  “Thank you,” I replied with a curtsey. “Would you like some flakey circle bread?”

  “Yes. Yes I would. But I’m gonna pass on the butter.”

  * * *

  Well, The Shelia certainly didn’t fuck around at all. Martha and Jane now resembled a human pretzel hanging from the large crystal chandelier over the island. The old dumbasses had so much duct tape on their mouths I was positive their lips would come off when it was removed.

  The Shelia was in the fetal position on the floor moaning in pain. “It was terrifying,” she gasped out. “All the words in one fucking sentence. How do they know the words?”

  Taking The Shelia’s hands in mine I pulled her up off the floor. “Long story short. They overheard them and were trying to use them to get me to take them to Zanthia.”

  “Hell to the no,” The Shelia shouted.

  “Agreed,” I said with a laugh.

  “Let me take it from here,” Susu volunteered.

  “Have at it,” I told her as I grabbed two of the flaky circle breads and gave one to Tiara and shoved one into my mouth. Damn, the ancient cows could cook.

  “I tried to wipe their brains, but since they’re dead, I failed,” Susu said as she sucker punched herself in the gut. “Now they use the words all the time.”

  “Not if we permanently affix the duct tape,” The Shelia pointed out, making an excellent observation.

  “Can we do that?” I asked.

  Everyone was silent for a long moment as we considered the ramifications of the action.

  “I don’t see why not,” Tiara said. “I mean, they could destroy the entire Fairy species if they were running loose in Zanthia. It’s for national security.”

  “Or I could eat them,” Susu offered.

  Both of the plans appealed to me on an unrealistic level, but I knew they would feel awesome for a minute and then suck ass for the rest of eternity. Eternity was long… Shit.

  “No,” I said, pulling a strategy out of my butt as I spoke. “No eating and no permanent mouth tape. However, electrocution is a viable option. I was thinking a shock collar of sorts that will blast them every time they utter one of the words.”

  “Brilliant,” The Shelia said, snapping her fingers and producing two black collars. “Shall I put them on the freaks of nature?”

  Eyeing the plain black colla
rs, I sighed and put my hand out. The Shelia handed them over and I glanced up at the wide-eyed Vampyre pretzel hanging from the ceiling.

  “Feathers?” I questioned.

  The nodded as enthusiastically as a pretzel could.

  “Sequins?”

  They grunted their approval.

  “Marabou?” Susu suggested.

  “Spandex?” Tiara added.

  Martha and Jane’s eyes grew even wider with delight. I couldn’t believe what I was about to do, but it felt right. The collars were a necessity if killing them was a no-no. I realized I was fully willing to create a disastrous fashion statement that would make the old biddies happy.

  With a wiggle of my nose, the plain black collars became atrocious works of disgusting art covered in everything Martha and Jane adored.

  “Now you can put them on them,” I said, handing an amused The Shelia back the collars.

  “Can I do it?” Susu begged. “I fucked up and this will make me feel better.”

  “Go for it,” The Shelia said, handing off the repulsive neckwear to the Mini-Elf.

  Susu completed her mission quickly and with a wiggle of my finger I magically untied them from their contorted position. The old gals fell to the floor with a thud and then preened about the suite showing off their new chokers. They looked ridiculous. It was fitting because Martha and Jane defined ridiculous. And not one of the words fell from their lips… yet.

  “Have you heard from The Kev?” I asked The Shelia who paled so quickly she looked like a ghost.

  She grabbed the edge of the counter and her magic bubbled to the surface. Blasts of silver and gold flew from her hands and her eyes making her look like an avenging Angel. My stomach knotted and I realized I was glowing so brightly I’d burned a hole in the expensive rug I was standing on.

  “What?” I demanded tersely. “What have you heard?”

  “God, I was so thrown by the words, I forgot why I rushed over here,” The Sheila said as her Fairy dust production increased. “Imprisoned.”