Page 62 of Drawn By Dragonblood
Jonathan
I hopped in the shower knowing time ran short, and I didn’t have a spare minute to relieve the ache in my balls Elijah had caused from a mere three minutes in his presence.
How the hell was I going to work with him every day for the next four weeks without giving in and dropping to my knees to beg for more? The temptation to deny my lips after tasting him, to keep from feeling his cock swell in my hand, the squeeze of his hand on my dick?
Goddamned torture.
Sating my lust last night had only made me want him more. A mistake, for sure. The three of us together, even if we hadn’t fucked, had been the single hottest night of my life, and it could be even better if I gave in to my body’s strange, sudden needs.
But initiating would cause issues with my employment. Never mind weirdness and jealousy would eventually come into play and fuck up my marriage—and my job. Couldn’t live without the one person who loved me as-is. Definitely refused to put that at risk.
But fucking hell, my body yearned to crawl to him—hell, I would pay to kiss his goddamn feet and suck his toes if meant I had his devotion in return. I wanted the same for Dakota too.
I should have been behaving like a possessive lunatic considering how I’d responded to my ex-best friend requesting a taste of my wife, so why the fuck was I thinking this shit about my new boss?
My body sure knew what it was after. My head? Not so much.
I’d studied Elijah doing his fancy yoga-still-my-mind-shit for a full minute before I noticed my wife on the veranda below capturing him on camera.
How long had she watched him? The thought she’d gone to drink her fill with her eyes rather than wrap her lips around my cock like she’d been doing every morning didn’t even nudge the sleeping green beast inside me. Why wasn’t I jealous? Any other man would be raging.
She walked into our room as I dressed, and I could literally feel the tension radiating off my wife as she stripped to get in the tub. Lust or unease? I couldn’t decide, so add that shit to the fucking cluelessness making a mess of my thoughts.
And I needed clarity for the new job I was about to start.
I pulled my wife into my arms before she stepped into the water, her curves melting against me, same as always when I held her.
“Love you so goddamned much,” I rasped, my throat attempting to close off. Didn’t deserve her though. Elijah could better provide and probably be able to plant that baby in her belly I’d failed to?—
I shut that shit down and kissed the top of Dakota’s head, eyes closed, thankful as fuck to have another day with her even if it hadn’t started out the same as it had the previous three.
There didn’t need to be dick sucking or fucking for me to be content with our relationship.
But lately?
Something seemed to be missing.
A specific someone.
“You’re going to be late,” Dakota whispered even though her hands clung to the T-shirt she’d washed for me that still smelled of Elijah.
My cock twitched at the truth I wore his scent.
“Yeah,” I muttered, torn on whether to stay or go.
“Get a move on.” Dakota slapped my ass and pulled away from me. “Go show that man your mad skills with a keyboard and controller, and I promise he’ll give you a raise after this four-week trial is up.”
Her confidence boosted me, same as her making the decision for me to take a step when usually shit was the other way around.
“Fucking love you,” I swore.
“Love you more.”
I doubted that, but whatever.
Grinning and second cup of coffee in my hand a few minutes later, I took the stairs down to the cavern’s lower levels. I didn’t need anyone to tell me Elijah had already gone below. His smoldering, fiery scent swarmed my nose the deeper into his lair I travelled.
Lair.
