Page 27 of Drawn By Dragonblood
While dining, they spoke of mundane things, the wheres and whats of life. Information exchanged did little to douse the hot embers of desire among the three of us.
They’d married three months earlier and had rented a one-room apartment in New York. Jon had just lost his position at a tech company, but Dakota’s freelance photography job and their savings would see them through for a time. She liked hiking and the outdoors. He enjoyed gaming, something I wasn’t fully familiar with, and Dakota’s bragging of tournaments and titles he’d won revealed her pride—and his embarrassment.
Jon and I finished our pasta, drinking our wine while our female continued to pick at her food. He lounged in his pushed-back chair, legs spread and hands clasped behind his head. The move stretched the T-shirt tight across his defined pectorals and biceps. It also put his bulge on display.
Between his blatant need for release and the sweet scent of Dakota’s continued wetness, my dragon hissed and spat, fighting against my control to come out and play.
“But what about you?” Dakota’s question as she placed her fork upside down on her plate tore my focus off her husband and the dark thoughts his beauty inspired both halves of me to bring to fruition. “What do you do for work?”
Talking about myself wasn’t something I enjoyed but had relented to while we’d been briefly without Jon’s presence. Bragging, even more so. I shifted on my seat at the intrusion into my personal life even though I wanted them both to share in every year I had left on earth.
“I hold a few degrees and put my gained knowledge of them to the test almost daily,” I replied.
“Degrees? Plural?” Jon asked.
“Chemical Engineering—” I only named one of three “—but my newest love is robotics.”
“What do you build?” Dakota asked, reaching for her wine glass.
“Offensive types. Weapons and those sorts of things.”
Jon snickered, his appreciative gaze sliding over my shoulders and chest. “You’re a modern-day Tony Stark?”
A smirk curved my lips. “Something like that.”
“You’re a government agency’s wet dream,” he said, his eyes twinkling—without a doubt flirting.
I shared in his light chuckle but didn’t answer.
“Fuck.” His gaze narrowed, even though his dimples remained. “You’re government, aren’t you?”
“I’m not, but I’m hoping to close a deal with our military in a few days.”
“Shit.” Jon’s eyebrow rose. “You work with any other countries?”
“One or two,” I said, standing to gather our plates, “but if I tell you anything more, I’ll have to kill you.”
Jon snorted a laugh at my blatant lie I’d offered with a wink.
“Let us help,” Dakota said, rising to her feet and sending a fresh waft of her spring-like scent past my nose.
My cock throbbed even as contentment swelled in my heart.
“More wine, Mr. Tight Lips?” Jon asked, finally moving from his sexy pose and reaching for the second bottle on the table. He hadn’t been forthcoming either, leaving answering my questions to his wife.
I dipped my head, hardly bothered by his read of my similar character as his own. I wondered who had caused Jon’s careful nature. “Please.”
The new moon had attempted to light the sky, but nothing other than stars dotted the darkness beyond the windows once we finished cleaning up after our meal.
Mere embers remained of the once crackling fire, and empty wine glasses sat upon the coffee table in front of us.
Dakota curled against Jon’s side, and same as earlier, I positioned myself a bit away from the couple, angling to face them.
Her hand and cheek lay on his chest, but her attention focused on my face. Jon trailed his fingers though the long tresses draped over her shoulder but kept his gaze on me as well. As one, they stared my way, probably unaware the other did the same.
I explained the sensors behind the lights system, the home automation system I’d created, the natural spring in the deepest parts of the cavern that fed the entire house with fresh water, and the solar panels with enough battery backup to power the entire space for a week. I realized I might have droned on too long in answering Jon’s questions about the technology that made the cave a comfortable home when Dakota’s eyes glazed over and her hand slid down to rest on Jon’s thigh, mere inches from the bulge in his shorts.
Not having showered, both of us men emanated the musky scent of having sweated while working our muscles. Given the chance, I would have gladly licked every inch of Jon, lapping up the salt lingering on his skin, drawing him so deep into my lungs he filled my soul.
