Page 22 of Dragon His Heels
Chapter 8
Gabe woke with his arms wrapped around a body, one leg curled around two other ones, and the sun streaming in between the curtains he hadn’t closed last night. He had no idea he liked cuddling so much. Probably because he’d never stuck around long enough to do it before.
First, he had no interest in repeat performances with anyone he’d ever slept with before, so why bother staying once they got the orgasms out of the way? Second, he had no desire to actually converse with any of the women he’d slept with, so again, why bother hanging out? The good part was the sex, anyway. It would all go downhill after that, assuming he ever gave it a chance.
Of course, that was all before Talia. Before he’d tied her wrists to the bedposts—at her recommendation. That alone had nearly sent him over the edge. Oh, and don’t forget the way she’d blown his mind with those supple, full lips of hers. And he’d reciprocated by taking her to heights he knew damn well she’d never experienced before.
Who knew not actually having sex could be so much fun? Who knew not having sex would make him want to do it again? With the same woman, even.
The only downfall was the temptation to actuallyhavesex. He rolled onto his back, one arm trapped under Talia’s sleeping form, and stared down at his wide awake and ready-to-go cock. He swore the damn thing winked at him.Gimme, gimme, gimme, it said. Or maybe that was his dragon. There were too damn many voices in his head.
Reaching over, he smoothed his hand over Talia’s supple, bare ass. She stirred and rolled onto her back, a small, pleased smile on her lips. It would be so easy to nestle himself between her legs, lift her thigh with one hand and grasp his cock with the other, and press into her.
Morning sex would be awesome, his dragon whispered.
Nope. Morning non-sex.
She blinked open her eyes and bit her lip. He smiled back at the lovely lady lying in his bed. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Lifting his hand, he trailed a finger down her throat, around the swell of her breast, until he reached the nipple. While he twisted the hardening nub between his finger and thumb, he said, “Don’t suppose you want to continue what we were doing last night, do you?”
“Mmm.” She grasped his erection, gave it a couple of test strokes. “Looks like we didn’t break it last night.”
He chuckled.
“Too bad we don’t have any condoms,” she said with a pout.
Nope. There would never be condoms. Because condoms would give them permission to penetrate, and that wasn’t happening.
Releasing her nipple, he moved his hand down over her belly, to those sleek, wet folds between her thighs. She let her legs fall apart, and he stroked through the heat gathering there while she continued to work his junk, her breath hitching.
“Oh, we can improvise. We’re clearly good at it. Experts, at this point.”
Heryesfaded into a dragon-like hiss as he swirled his thumb over her clit while pumping two fingers into her in a steady rhythm that she matched with her own hand on his shaft. His hips bucked, pushing his cock through the circle she’d made with her thumb and fingers, and he worked her with more urgency as his own climax began to curl up in his balls.
“Hey, Gabe—I mean, Dad—do you know where—?” The bedroom door swung open. Talia made one of those noises she made when she was orgasming, although he suspected it was from surprise rather than a release.
Talia jerked her hand away, but it was too late to stop the train. He rolled toward her as he shot his load all over her stomach. With his teeth clenched and his hips still bucking, he grabbed the quilt that had fallen to the floor next to the bed and pulled it up, covering their bodies.
“Christ,” he muttered, massaging his cock under the covers. Aborted orgasms were the worst.
Talia clutched the blanket to her chest, her face as red as a tomato while she pushed her hair back and tried hide the fact she was probably still pulsing with her own not-quite climax. He slid his hand her way, happy to help finish her off, but she slapped at the quilt, stopping his movement.
“Oh,” Ruby said, stopping in the doorway. “That’s where you are.” She looked at Talia, who gave her a blindingly bright, fake smile in return. The little girl canted her head. “Why are you sleeping in my dad’s bed?”
“Oh. Uh. Um…”
“She had a bad dream,” Gabe blurted. “Got scared. I offered to share my bed, to keep the monsters at bay.”
Talia stared at him with her mouth hanging open, so he tapped her chin until she snapped it shut.
Ruby nodded and said, “I’m hungry. Are we going to visit school today? Can we go swimming again after? Are the kids nice at this school?”
Gabe glanced at Talia. “Wow. That was a lot of questions.”
“Kids are inquisitive,” she said dismissively. “Ruby, why don’t you run downstairs and see if Noah is in the kitchen? He’s Gabe’s—I mean, your dad’s chef. I bet if you ask, he’ll make blueberry pancakes.”
