Page 43 of Drawn By Dragonblood
I should have fled from being caught half-naked by our kind host. At the very least, I should have clenched my thighs together, hiding the view beneath Elijah’s shirt.
But I couldn’t move.
Didn’t want to.
Jon’s stare was like fire on my face, but Elijah and his energy rippling off in spine-tingling waves held me captive. He stared upward, the view of my pussy unhindered.
A second low, animalistic groan from his chest caused my core to spasm.
“I—I should go put something on,” I barely whispered the words, my desire unmistakable.
Elijah snapped his mouth shut and swallowed hard, glancing at Jon.
My husband—a slight smirk, of all things, lifting his lips—looked over at Elijah. No anger, no words of jealousy or reminder of who I belonged to left his lips. He simply stared at Elijah as if to ask the gorgeous man, now what?
I stood stunned, unsure what to think or how to feel outside the yearning to lose myself between the two.
Clothes, I told myself and forced my feet to turn away and take me back the way I’d come. I was a shaking, horny mess with arousal pulsing through me. From my body’s state of need, no one would ever believe Jon and I had fucked less than an hour ago.
Elijah had returned home a day earlier than he’d told us, and I wasn’t sorry in the least. Every inch of me had been yearning for him. The energy seeming to permeate the cave without his presence no longer seemed enough to satisfy my craving.
Properly covered but hardly calm, I returned to the stairwell and found both men, beers in hand, sitting on the couch. They lifted their attention my way as I paused, my face heating over the realization I hadn’t changed out of Elijah’s shirt or buttoned up to cover my cleavage.
Jon’s smile melted my heart.
Elijah’s intense stare turned my bones to ash.
Between the two of them, what was the point of even wearing underwear? Soaked through from mere glances at their faces, and what chance did my leggings have of hiding the evidence of what I wanted?
My knees knocked as I started down the stairs, and Jon and Elijah resumed their conversation from before I’d arrived. I grabbed myself a bottle of beer and curled my legs beneath me on the couch beside Jon, very aware of the wetness soaking the cotton between my thighs.
He set his hand on my leg and gave a slight squeeze. “Elijah seems to think he has a solution to our problem.”
My heart seized. “P-problem?” I glanced between the two men but focused on Jon when he didn’t answer right away.
“My lack of a job.” Jon stared at Elijah, although he’d spoken to me.
My breath left in a rush at the realization the issue he referred to wasn’t the sexual attraction eating away at my body. “You need an IT geek?” I asked with a shaking voice while turning to face Elijah fully.
“Actually, it’s his gaming abilities I’m most interested in.”
I stifled my sudden snort of laughter with my hand. “What?”
“While in New York, I began looking into his past accomplishments you told me about,” Elijah replied, “and the contract signed just this afternoon created a job he could probably do with his eyes closed—if indeed his skills are as good as you claimed, Dakota.”
“You’re kidding,” I said, my eyes going as wide as my smile.
“Not at all.”
“Oh my God, Jon!” I turned to find him still studying Elijah, a light in his eyes I hadn’t seen since our wedding day when all in our world had been right.
“Imagine being able to game for a living.” I burst out, breathless and giddy with happiness. “You can’t be serious,” I said, my focus flitting to Elijah again.
His steady gaze told me he didn’t lie.
“But how? I mean, gaming...” Was something I’d always teased Jon about, even if he excelled at the hobby that had seemed like a waste of time other than bringing him joy.
“I signed a contract with the government for something I can’t discuss without either of you having the proper clearance, but I think Jon’s abilities will help me test the final product in ways I’m unable to.”
