Page 22 of Her Dragon Outlaw

"Are you sure?" he asks again, sending more vibrations through scales my vulva is pressed against as I grip him with my thighs.

Does he know what he's doing?

I take a deep breath to keep the shudder out of my voice.

"Yeah. This is just..."

Just what?

A surreal experience in general or unexpectedly sensual one because I never expected this ride to turn into that kind of ride?

I can't really say that to him.

"I'm flying is all."

Then he laughs and that causes his scales to shudder and vibrate in a way that could get me off very quickly.

I'm torn between asking that we spend the rest of the trip in contemplative silence and telling him every moderately funny joke I know.

"No, by the way." Before, when he was just talking, it wasn't enough to set me off. But after the way his laughter affected me, it's a different situation. I'm a little more primed now and just his regular speaking has me biting down on my lip in concentration as I resist the urge to intentionally grind on him until I cum.

My brain is going a little fuzzy at the edges and I've lost track of the conversation. I should just smile and nod, but it would be rude to not clarify what he means, right?

"I'm sorry. What?"

"No. I don't do this a lot. You're the first person I've ever let fly on me."

Well, that answers the question of if he knows what happens when he talks. So, he's not intentionally torturing me.

Three days.

It's been three days since he asked for my help and now, we have this weird alliance between us. This common goal binds us together and I need to focus on that, not on the fact that every time he talks it turns his body, at least the part I have contact with, into a fucking sex toy. But we have a mission to focus on.

I didn't trust him at first and I wonder how things could have turned out differently if I had. If I heeded his warnings the first time, could I have avoided the risks of getting more injections? Could I have prevented…

Two days.

I still can't believe it's been two days since I reported my sister missing and the realization quells any of the fluttering started by the way his voice vibrates through his body and into mine. The fire that had been slowly building in my core is doused by the stark reminder of what's at stake in this.

Since I say nothing in return, the conversation thankfully dies. I don't think I could take the awkward combination of worried sick and really horny.

He angles down and as the clouds part I see our destination.

One house.

I'll stay at one little lake house with this guy I barely know. Conflicting feeling swirl in me about whether or not I should—or how much—I should trust him. This entire endeavor, ever since I called that fucking number started because I was too trusting or too willing to suppress my suspicions because I was desperate.

I need to get my feet on the ground, my head out of the clouds, literally. I need to focus on the task at hand.

20

LORI

The soft, translucent light of the setting sun shimmered as it bounces off the floating, nearly invisible pollen particles. Swarms of dragonflies and June bugs flit between them, dancing and whirling in the warm summer evening. The grass was overgrown, wild, a miniature forest in its own right, for the insects which used it for home and cover.

I ran my eyes over the simple, one-story ranch-style cabin overlooking the lake. It's straight out of a fucking fairytale! How can something like this exist? I look over at the large, bare-chested man standing beside me, how could someone like him exist?

First the dragon ride and now this. My brain is sputtering, skipping, trying to make sense of the events that have become my life. I shouldn’t be this calm, I shouldn't feel this good or free. I definitely shouldn't feel comfortable here. Alone, with a man, I barely know.

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