Page 29 of Rescued By The Dragon

Do it, he growled.

“The balls on you,” I said.

The front door opened downstairs, and fighting came with it. “I can’t believe he spoke to me that way,” Stasa said. “Did you see the way he looked at Amara? I mean ... gross. Doesn’t he know she’s a maid?”

“I think he felt sorry for her,” Zella said.

“Both of you stop it,” the stepmother said loudly, slapping something against the wall. “Amara did not have his attention. He was being kind because she was taking his order. That’s it.”

“You know we only have like three years before she gets the restaurant—,

“I’m taking care of it,” she said. “Now go into the den. We’re going to do our workout. You both need to look your best by the ball. And don’t think I didn’t see the chocolate wrappers in your bathroom trash, Stasa.”

What in the hell?

I made my way to Stasa’s room and slipped out of her window, and back toward the bridge.

What did she mean that she was taking care of it?

I had to get Amara out of that house.

Waiting until nightfall was the hardest thing I’d ever done. I even skipped dinner because I could not imagine sitting through it and listening to my mother while waiting for Amara.

Mother sent food to my room, and I left it on the bed. I’d eat when I got back from seeing her. I slipped through the bathroom window to save the nails from falling again.

Her laptop light shined from underneath the covers when I walked inside and locked the door.

Smiling, I tapped my knuckles against the door, she shut the top, and turned onto her side. “Amara,” I whispered.

She sat up quickly, staring at me with only moonlight as a guide. “You scared me,” she whispered.

“Yeah? You should sleep with your curtains closed, Amara. Anyone could get up there and look at you.”

Amara chuckled. “You’re the only person besides Sasha that has ever shown any interest in getting to know me. I think I'm safe.”

I imagined the emotional damage growing up with her stepmother must have done to her over the years.

I’d slowly correct that. If it took ten more years.

Bending down, I grabbed her blanket and pulled it off her. She squealed and went to reach for it, but I held it over my head.

She wore another long t-shirt that bunched against her thighs.

“Your fathers?”

She grabbed the edges and pulled them down her thighs.

Catching her hand, I braced it above her head and maneuvered myself between her thighs. “You thought I’d go to bed without a kiss?”

“You did fine before you met me,” she whispered.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” I said, bending my mouth against her ear. “I was damn near an insomniac before I caught you on the bridge. My late-night flying was an attempt to tire myself out. Now, I sleep,” I said, sucking her earlobe into my mouth. “And I dream of what lies ahead for us.”

Amara’s breathing picked up. “Do you think your little crush will last that long, Dorran?”

I pressed my hips into hers. She became quiet, and her fingers gripped the sheets below her. “You don’t know, do you, Little Mouse?”

She looked up at me confused. “Know what?”

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