Page 20 of Draco's Fire

He could see why Gil bought a place this far from the city. It was breathtaking to be up here being in the mountains. The air was crisp and refreshing. The view was spectacular.

He didn't know how long he was out flying, but the sun was down, and the moon was up high by the time he returned. He found Shayla standing by the fire a distance from the house. She had a blanket wrapped around herself, staring out at the water.

He walked up to her, stopping next to her. "You look deep in thought."

She snapped her eyes at him, giving him a soft smile. "I was just mesmerized by the view. It is something, isn't it?"

"It is." Tyson took a seat next to her, "Seeing it from above is really gorgeous too."

She looked away, her smile slipping, "It must be nice to get away when you want to. And to see the world from a different view."

He watched her eyes flicker, and he wondered whether she had ever wanted to do the same. Had she ever wanted to get away from everything and just be free, even for just a little while?

He cleared his throat, feeling an urge to kiss her growing. "So, where is Gil?"

She looked at him for a second before she looked over her shoulder at the house. "Gil retired about an hour ago. Something about needing his beauty sleep."

Tyson nodded, seeing a few men standing on the porch. He noticed they were keeping their distance but still doing their jobs just as he wanted.

"What's it like to fly? To have the wind beneath your wings, as you would call it."

Tyson looked at her, his eyes taking in her relaxed nature. She looked at him with a curious twinkle in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips. He so badly wanted to kiss her and to make her his.

He leaned forward, placing his hands onto his knees. "It's a wonderful thing. I can always take you some time."

She looked like a different person under the light, like someone that didn't disagree with him on most things.

"That would be nice." She looked at him, her eyes looking deep into his. "I'd like that."

Tyson moved forward, and she met him halfway. They both grabbed at each other, drawing forwarded into a powerful kiss. Shayla climbed into his lap, and Tyson grasped her ass tightly.

Their kiss was hot and dirty, heavy breathing and panting in between. A burning need filled Tyson, and he so badly wanted her. He wanted her more than ever before.

"Fuck." He growled, pulling at her clothes. She started to unbutton her top, and after a second, she froze. Her eyes flickered up towards the porch, where the guards would be waiting. She swallowed, looking back at Tyson.

"Sex on the beach would be fun..."

"I hear a but in there." He kissed her jawline, "Don't like when people watch from afar?"

Tyson could care less who saw what, but he also didn't want Shayla to be uncomfortable. "Would you like to stop?"

"Heavens, no." She shook her head and narrowed her eyes on him. "If I'm being honest, I haven't done many sexual things outside of the bedroom."

Tyson's eyes widened, "Really?"

She nodded her head, "I just never had someone that wanted to."

He chuckled, "Really?" He leaned closer to her, pressing her body against his. "Do you have a fantasy you ever wanted to try out?"

She smirked now, leaning closer. She softly whispered into his ear, "I always thought skinny dipping would be fun."

Tyson liked the idea, and he liked the idea that Shayla wanted to do naughty things a little more. He hoisted her up, walking towards the water, holding her against him.

"I can do that."

She giggled like a child now, pulling her shirt off and over her head. She threw it as Tyson walked, "Is this what flying feels like? Giddy and wild?"

Tyson chuckled at her, seeing a side of her he hadn't before. Someone that wanted to be wild and free.

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