Eliza Gayle Witch Bundle (paranormal romance), Eliza Gayle [books suggested by bill gates txt] 📗

“Thanks.” Noah palmed the key and headed back out the door. His hands paused on the handle and he turned back to the clerk once again. “Any place around here open this time of night to buy some clothes?”

“No, not around here. This neighborhood scares most folks at night.”

Noah chuckled. “I’ll bet it does. I guess you don’t get too many Wal-Mart shoppers coming through here.” He stuck his hand in one of the cargo pockets at the side of his legs and the clerk went positively white with fear. When he pulled out another stack of money the frail man relaxed and perked up once again. “You know anyone who would be willing to deliver something.”

The clerk didn’t even hesitate. “Sure do. What is it you want?”

Noah strode back over to the desk and scratched out a short list on the notepad on the counter. Without another word he handed it and the stack of money over and headed outside. He would bet the man was on the phone to his wife or girlfriend or whatever before he’d even gotten out of sight. Some people were just too easy.

When he slid back into the car the first thing he noticed was that Jessie—or Jessica, as he’d known her—was fast asleep. The next thing he noticed was a bandage peeking out from her t-shirt sleeve, and it was turning red.

He pulled his vehicle around the back and surveyed the area before opening her door. He grabbed the small first aid kit from his glove compartment and shoved it in a pocket. Being careful not to jostle her too much, he slipped his hands underneath her and lifted her gently from the seat. Dear Goddess, she was light, a lot lighter than before. White-hot rage bubbled up inside him as he once again wondered what the hell his Uncle Scott had been up to. He had a feeling when he found out, he would be hunting again.  Family or not, if he hurt Jessie he would have to die.

He carried her into the room, his body protectively curled around hers. Even if someone saw them he doubted they would be able to recall what the woman he carried looked like. They might remember a man dressed in black, though, and even that little bit of information could lead to suspicion. He calculated they could hide here for about eight to ten hours before their position would be located. Just enough time to get cleaned up and grab a little rest. At least, for her.  He would have to stay awake and stand guard.

When he laid Jessie out on the bed she stirred and stretched, causing her t-shirt to ride up her belly and reveal the taut, smooth planes of her torso—from the sexy indentation of her small waist to the enticing dip of her belly button. He instantly remembered how sensitive she was there. When he swirled his tongue around and into that spot she went wild. He’d never thought of that as an especially erogenous zone, but on her it was. Unable to resist temptation, Noah reached down and brushed his fingertips around her belly, skimming across her most sensitive areas.

A soft sigh escaped her lips and she shifted around on the bed but stayed asleep. The ache to remove her clothes and taste every sweet inch of her again overwhelmed him. With a reluctant groan he forced himself away from the bed and into the adjoining bathroom before he did something they’d both regret. After he turned on the hot water, he stood in front of the mirror and stripped off his clothes. He glanced briefly at the scars scattered across his chest and arms. He didn’t even notice them much these days, they were part and parcel with his job.

His job.

He nearly choked on that thought. Who in their right mind considered demon hunting a regular job? Or even an irregular job? He rubbed his hands back and forth over his face. For him it was a compulsion he couldn’t control. He’d seen too much, used magick he wasn’t supposed to, and wondered almost every day if it would finally be his last. It was that thought that made him a force to be reckoned with. He chuckled to himself as he turned the water in the shower to a nice hot temperature. His last few demon encounters had apparently left him with a bit of a reputation. Normally having the assholes running scared would be a really good thing, but the target wasn’t just on his back anymore, not if they found him with her.

He stepped under the hot spray and lifted his head directly into the stream, letting the hot water rinse away the grime and sweat from his face. When Jessica had left, he never expected to see her again, especially not on a rescue mission. Sometimes his dreams were consumed by memories of the woman he’d had feelings for. Those were the bad days. Of course thinking about Jessie had him hard as a rock, a situation he was going to have to resolve on his own. He palmed his thick cock, running his fingers along the veined underside to the engorged tip, thinking about her underneath him with her hands bound above her head. He thought of the pink glow of her ass after he’d spanked her. When a moan escaped his lips, Noah clamped down on his jaw, making sure he kept himself under control.

The heat of the water soaking into his skin was nothing compared to the flames building inside him as he stroked from tip to base and back again. He would never be able to forget the sensation of her tight sheath clamping down on his dick as he worked his way inside. Or the odd mixture of fear and trust that had shown in her eyes the first time he’d restrained her. He pumped his fist faster as the release began to build, thoughts of Jessie on her knees, taking him in her mouth,