StoneHardPassion by Anya Richards Read Free Book Online

tattoo machine apart. “I’ll do that.”
    His legs were still wobbling, but he made it around the
table to his clothing. He was watching her as he started putting on his pants,
disbelief at what had just happened swirling in his head. But his cock believed
it, started stirring anew as he let his gaze follow the sweet, sleek contours
of Jasmina’s back and ass, the long, shapely legs encased in black leather.
    Suddenly, she tossed the piece of equipment in her hand down
onto the table and turned to face him. Thankfully, he’d just got his pants up,
could zip them before she realized he was lusting after her again.
    “Listen, I’m going to get out of here. I’ll see you next
time, okay?”
    “Sure.” He kept his voice level, but his heart sank. What
was her hurry? “See you.”
    With a little wave, she disappeared in a swirl of
gold-and-green lights, making him curse with surprise. He really hated that
translocation shit.
    After getting dressed, he made his way downstairs. After
waving goodbye to Ula, he crossed the Café and went out into the crisp
early-spring night. His head was still messed up, and he walked in the general
direction of the portal, shuffling his boots through the snow, hardly aware of
where he was, or was going.
    It was still almost impossible to compute. Jasmina attracted
to him, giving him his first ever blowjob? He shook his head and scratched at
his whiskers. Saying he had a great body, a handsome face beneath the hair?
    Crazy.
    But there was a part of him whispering that perhaps this was
the opportunity he’d been praying to Freyja for all these months. That maybe
his love for Jasmina wasn’t as impossible as he’d thought. If he really tried,
gave it everything he had, it just might work.
    They were more alike than he had ever imagined. He had no
family, she was cut off from hers. Perhaps together they could
find—create—something special.
    A sign across the road caught his attention and he paused,
raised his hand to rake his fingers through his hair. He had nothing to lose,
he told himself, and a haircut and shave was as good a place to start as any.
If she wanted him clean-shaven, he’d do it.
    For a moment he thought he heard laughter on the wind, as
though his goddess encouraged him with her joy.
    Or mocked him for his arrogance.
    Stomach twisting with nerves, Vidar went across the street
and, for the first time ever, into a barber shop.
    * * * * *
    Jasmina translocated straight home without even stopping to
let Ula or Hervé know she was leaving. Giving Vidar the blowjob had left her
shaking with lust, frantic with desire. But his lack of response afterward made
her unsure, wondering whether she was the only one who wanted a proper roll
between the sheets.
    “Fuck that stone-faced troll.” She snarled it, popping the
snaps on her vest open with one vicious tug. “I hope he freezes his butt off on
the way home.”
    Beyond the windows of her high-rise apartment snow drifted
down, lazy white puffs against the black sky. Inside the bright colors and
myriad plants usually cheered her up no matter how disheartened or annoyed she
was when she got home. Tonight they did nothing to improve her mood.
    Yanking down the zipper on her pants, she shimmied out of
the clingy material and kicked them across the room.
    She couldn’t decide whether to let anger or arousal take over.
Right now it was a simmering combination, making her prowl across the living
room, turn back before even getting fully into the kitchen. Throwing herself
down onto a low couch, she curled into a ball, pressed her fists into her eye
sockets, trying to ignore the need making her breasts tight, her pussy throb.
    Had she completely fucked everything up between them? She
refused to believe that, not with the image of Vidar, body bowed with ecstasy,
seared into her memory. Not with the remembered sensation of that delicious
cock firing come down her throat, the sound of him chanting her name ringing in
her ears.
    “Oh