Charlaine Harris owns almost everything. I own the rest.
All mistakes are my own.
It didn’t take long for Sookie’s breath to even out. Dark circles hung under her eyes. She was clearly shaken by the attack they had endured. His attempt to calm her with meaningless conversation seemed to work on the drive to the airport, but he couldn’t take away the images of what she’d seen that night.
He pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and called Pam. He whispered, “I’m on my way home. I need a car at the airport. I’m on flight 1265.”
“Why are you whispering?” Pam replied.
“Because Sookie is sleeping on my chest and I don’t want to wake her.”
“Do tell,” Pam purred into the phone.
“We were attacked by the Fellowship of the Sun. Sookie and I left before the police arrived.”
“Were you injured?”
“I ruined my shirt. That happens a lot when I’m around Sookie.” The last time had been when he carried her dirty and broken body up to her hotel room to remove the glass fragments from her arm after she was tortured by the Fellowship. “It’s been an eventful trip.” The overhead bell chimed. “I need to go. We’re about to take off.”
“I’ll be there.”
“Thank you, Pam.”
The flight wasn’t long. The aircraft barely had time to reach cruising altitude before it began the slow descent into Shreveport. Sookie shifted once as the plane touched down, snuggling lower on his chest and wrapping her arm around his waist. He couldn’t suppress a moan as her head lolled into his lap, resting heavily against his cock.
After the plane emptied, Eric carefully scooped Sookie into his arms and carried her out, limp and warm in his arms. Every step he took was excruciating, but with his arms full, there was no way he could adjust himself. People cleared a path for him and security guards eyed him suspiciously. Sookie’s dress was splattered with blood and she looked practically dead in his arms, but no one stopped him.
Once outside, he found Pam immediately.
Pam’s mouth hung open as she looked at Sookie. “Did you drug her?”
He shook his head. “No. She’s been like this for a while. I think she’s in shock.”
“Where are we taking her?”
Eric slid into the back seat carefully, cradling Sookie against his chest. He didn’t like the idea of her being home alone, and since she wasn’t conscious, Eric made a decision for her. “My house.”
Pam let out a dry laugh and then drove. She always knew better than to question him.
When she pulled up in front of Eric’s house, she turned to face him. “What can I do to help?” Pam’s gaze lingered on the swell of Sookie’s breasts.
“She’ll need food when she wakes. I need you to go get her something. I’m going to take her inside.”
Pam rolled her eyes. “Fine, but I’m not happy about this arrangement.”
“I know.” Eric only smiled. “Open the door for me first.”
She huffed and jerked the car door open. “Can I at least carry her for a while?”
“No. Now my front door.” His grip tightened.
Pam reached into his pocket to retrieve the keys, grazing his hard-on. She laughed. “She has that effect on me too.”
Eric walked inside. “Food please.”
Pam’s face brightened.
“Close the door on your way out.”
Her face fell and then she stormed out, muttering about the injustices of being invited late to the party.
Eric moved silently through his house, heading straight for the guest room. No one had ever been in his bedroom, and he intended to keep it that way.
He deposited Sookie’s nearly comatose body on the neatly made bed. His arms ached to hold her again, but he had needs that had to be attended to.
In the kitchen, he downed a bottle of blood, but it didn’t sate the hunger inside him. He opened his pants and stroked his cock, squeezing and twisting until he came. He sighed. That’s a little better.
Pam walked in a few minutes later. “Food.” She put down a bag marked with a fast food restaurant logo. “It’s the only place open at three in the morning.” She shrugged.
Eric put the bag in the fridge. “Thank you. You may leave now.”
She was already headed down the hall toward the guest room. She sighed. “Fine. See you tonight.”
Alone again, Eric made his way down the hall. He took a deep breath and then pushed the door open. Sookie’s deep, even breathing filled the room. He pulled the covers back and stretched out next to her, tucking his hands behind his head.
“No. No!” Sookie’s sleepy voice was distraught.
“Sh, you’re safe.” Eric stroked her hair, soothing her, carefully avoiding the bruises blooming across her skin.
Sookie murmured in her sleep and then rolled over and nestled against his side. Her warm legs drew up against his body as her arm wrapped around him. He shifted until her face rested against his chest again. Heat came off her in waves, and the temptation to touch her became increasingly difficult to resist. And then she draped her leg across him, rousing his dick for the third time that evening.
She sighed and fell back into a deep sleep.
Eric had never been more awake in all his life.
On to Stay: Chapter 3