Dragon's Secret Baby (Silver Dragon Mercenaries Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  Jennifer was getting a bit antsy, and excused herself to her room. She wanted to so bad to play it cool, but cool was not her M.O.

  She woke her phone up to see she did indeed have a message received only ten minutes before,

  I want you.

  That’s all it said. Jennifer’s stomach clenched in anticipation, she had tried to pretend she hadn’t been hot and bothered since she got home, but she couldn’t keep up the charade. In a flash she had sent him her address. She didn’t want to wait.

  “Hey, Tiffany?”

  “What’s up?”

  “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve got a guest coming over in a bit.”

  “Oooo a booty call!” she squealed, “Well, far be it from me to cock block my girl,” she glanced at the clock, “It’s only nine o’clock. I’ll go see if I can’t get a little for myself.”

  She leapt off the sofa quick as a dog, and hugged Jennifer, “Now remember, sex is cleaner with a packaged wiener.”

  “Ugh! You are such a dude!”

  Tiffany howled all the way to her bedroom, no doubt to change into one of her “man catching” outfits.

  Jennifer stood, shaking her head. That girl did nothing to ease her awkwardness.

  Her phone buzzed again.

  I’m outside. Which apartment number?

  She responded and then wondered where he was staying. It only took him five minutes to get to her apartment. Then she chided herself, this was a small town, and it only took five to ten minutes to get anywhere.

  A knock jolted her from her thoughts.

  “I’ll get it!” Tiffany paraded out of her room in a patterned mini dress that barely covered the tops of her thighs.

  “No! No, no. I’ll get it,” she was too slow. Tiffany had already opened the door and invited Luke in. Jennifer froze in the foyer. It had only been a few hours, but she had nearly forgotten how huge he was.

  “Hey there, big man. She’s waiting for you. I’m on my way out so go ahead and make yourself at home.” Tiffany winked as she let herself out.

  “Oh my God,” Jennifer whispered.

  “Don’t worry about it.”

  “Can I get you a drink? I have beer, wine, and a bottle of Johnny Walker Black I’ve been saving for when Tiffany finally drove me to drink.”

  “The scotch please. One ice cube.”

  Jennifer ended up having three glasses of whiskey and was feeling a happy buzz. Luke had a few more than she did while they sat on the sofa and talked for a bit. They had casually touched each other, a stroke of a knee, or a hand resting on a forearm. Innocent gestures that made Jennifer feel anything but.

  Luke had the same idea. He took her glass from her, and set it on the table before crushing his mouth to hers. He had been driven just as mad with lust as she had been. Waiting any longer to have her wasn’t an option.

  Jennifer returned the kiss with the same fervor and need. She probed his mouth with her tongue drawing him into her with each fevered motion. Forgetting herself she threw her arms around his neck and held on.

  There was no tenderness, nothing gentle about that kiss. Her need fueled Luke, and he let all restraint go, “bedroom,” the word came out husky, a demand that dared not be refused.

  Jennifer grabbed his hand and led him to her room. Her queen size bed was nowhere big enough for the length of him, but then again she had no intentions of sleeping.

  She ran her hands up his shirt, caressing his muscled stomach before edging the hem up, a hint for him to take it off.

  Luke tossed his shirt away and made quick work of his belt, shoes, and socks, “Strip,”

  Fueled by liquid courage, Jennifer ditched her pajamas and ponytail. She watched as his eyes ravaged her body. The navy blue lace was a stark contrast to her milky skin and green eyes. Her light brown hair hung in wild waves down her back. Luke’s reaction made her feel sexy. She tossed any insecurity she may have felt about her body to the side.

  Hunger flashed in Luke’s stare when Jennifer crooked her finger at him. She grabbed him by the waistband of his jeans, and pulled them both to the edge of the bed. Seating herself she undid the button and fly of his pants, and pushed them down his legs.

  She took a pause. He was completely in proportion for a man six and a half feet tall, and completely aroused. She wasn’t sure she could handle it all.

  Luke saw her surprise, “I won’t hurt you. Scout’s honor,” and he bent to kiss her again, his hand slipping into the cup of her bra to fondle her.

  She became wet almost immediately. His capable hands turned her to putty. Without breaking the kiss he knelt in front of her, pulled the front of her bra down, and drew a nipple into his mouth. Jennifer thought she would howl with pleasure.

  Luke’s hands found their way to the front of her underwear. He started rubbing her through the delicate fabric, and he teased her nipples.

  “Oh, that feels amazing,” Jennifer gripped Luke’s hair as he worked her, holding him to her breast. Very quickly the cloth of her underwear was soaked through.

  Luke chuckled, “I’m so happy to oblige.”

  Jennifer coaxed Luke to stand. She needed a breather or she would cum before getting started. Sitting on the edge of her bed put his manhood right in her sightline. She ran her hands up his thighs, leaving goose bumps in their wake.

  Tentatively she licked the sensitive tip. She would have to ease her way into this or she may get hurt. She ran her tongue up the back of the shaft before taking him in her mouth. Luke moaned as she sucked, slowly working him inch by inch.

  He tangled his hands in her hair. The head felt so good. He closed his eyes and just enjoyed it, “Oh, baby. That’s perfect,” he moaned, stirring Jennifer’s arousal further.

  She stroked him with her hand, moving to give attention to the rest of his manhood. She ran her tongue over his balls. Luke sucked air through his teeth, the sound encouraging Jennifer to keep going. She closed her mouth slightly around one testicle, sheathing her teeth with her lips and sucked gently.

  “Oh, Christ,” he couldn’t take it. He moved her hand away and lay her back on the bed. In his tipsy state he fumbled a bit unhooking her bra and pulling her underwear off, “I want to fuck you,” he buried his face in her neck kissing and nibbling the delicate skin, “I’ll try not to hurt you, but I’m not going to go slow.”

  Jennifer nodded and positioned herself towards the headboard and spread her legs. Luke crawled between them and rubbed his head against her, “I’m wet enough. Go ahead,”

  He thrusted into her, with a commanding strength. Her insides stretched to accommodate all of him, but he was nearly uncomfortably big.

  “You are so tight. Oh, God,” he began to thrust harder. The first few he forced himself to slow down. Then she started moaning and rocking her hips. He went animal and began to fuck her harder than she had ever been fucked. He had to claim her, rock her, and make her his. His thighs slapped against her ass as he picked up the pace. He reared up and pulled her leg to his shoulder for a better angle.

  He teased her clit with his thumb, “Luke,” she moaned.

  Jennifer rocked her hips in rhythm with his, he felt so good she didn’t want to stop. She was high on arousal, on pure animal power and didn’t want to come down. She came hard and fast. She tipped her head back and cried out his name, to hell with the neighbors.

  Her orgasm pulsed around him sending him over the edge behind her, “Fuck!” he groaned as he emptied himself into her.

  Each slowing thrust and the extra slickness sent one last shockwave over Jennifer, leaving her body spent.

  Luke dropped on the bed beside her, sated and happy. He gathered her up into his arms, cuddling her to his chest.

  She could feel him nuzzle her neck through her hair, and backed up into him so they were skin to skin. Within minutes she could feel his breathing and pulse slow as he dropped off to sleep.

  His body heat mingled with the lingering effects of the alcohol lulling her into a sleep of her own.


  Jennifer was woken a few hours later by her bladder. As she finished up in the bathroom she could hear voices coming from the living room. One she recognized as Tiffany’s. The other was a man’s voice. She tied her robe around herself and checked that Luke was still sleeping before going to investigate.

  “Hey, sex kitten!” Tiffany was curled up on the couch with a glass of red wine. Her male companion was one of the bikers that she caught the attention of when she went to pick Jennifer up. The leather jacket attired man had a week’s work of dark blond beard growth and sleepy blue eyes that swept over Jennifer’s body.

  “I’m sorry to interrupt. I just wanted to check on you. Hi, I’m Jennifer,” she waved at Tiffany’s guest and pulled her robe tighter around her.

  “Pleasure to meet you. I’m John-Paul; JP for short,” he made no move to get off the couch, just waved at her. He could see she was uncomfortable and didn’t want to make things worse.

  “Well, you two have fun. I’m just gonna go back in my room now.”

  “Is Luke still here?” Tiffany’s eyes twinkled in excitement.

  “Yeah. He’s sleeping.”

  “I’m proud of you, girl.” Tiffany flashed a brilliant smile at Jennifer before turning her attention back to JP.

  Jennifer closed her bedroom door behind her as Luke came out of the bathroom, “There you are. I was wondering where you went,” he wrapped his arms around her, pressing their bodies together.

  “I woke up to use the bathroom and heard voices so I went to see what was going on. Tiffany’s out there entertaining some guy named JP.”

  Luke stiffened, “JP? A little smaller than me, scruffy brown facial hair?”

  “Yeah that’s him. Why?”

  Anger flared in Luke’s eyes. He picked his pants off the floor and jammed his legs into them, “He’s a dangerous guy, Jennifer. He runs with a gang of sh… he’s just not a good dude.”

  Luke threw open the bedroom door and growled at the man on the couch, “You need to leave.”

  “Well hello to you too,” JP put his beer bottle down, “Fancy seeing you out among the civilized, Luke. I see it took a piece of tail to draw you out of your cave.”

  Tiffany’s eyes went wide with shock, “Hey wait a minute. Don’t talk about my friend that way!”

  “I’m sorry, I mean no offense to your friend,” JP amended, “I mean only to offend this piece of shit here.”

  “Look, I don’t know what beef you two have, but you need to not have it under my roof,” Tiffany stood, “You should probably take off, JP.”

  “No problem,” he turned his attention to Luke and Jennifer before leaving, “I’ll be seeing you soon, and hopefully your girlfriend sooner,” JP announced before leaving.

  Luke had gone red in the face and kept clenching and unclenching his fists. Every muscle in his body was tensed for a fight. He breathed deeply, willing his temper to cool. He couldn’t afford to lose it in the tiny apartment.

  “Care to explain or should I just make something up in my head,” Jennifer crossed over the couch and sat next to Tiffany, “I’ll wait.”

  “I’m part of this group in Chico. You could say we’re a biker gang, but really that’s not it. We sort of help out the cops and hire ourselves out as protection to abuse and stalking victims. We do what we can to maintain a noble cause in the community, I guess.”

  “And what’s the deal with JP?” Tiffany asked.

  “He’s the head of a different group just on the outskirts town. They bully business owners and extort money from innocent people, they run their own sort of mafia type business.”

  “So he’s like, the biker Al Capone?”

  “That may be the easiest way to describe it,” Luke slid down the wall to sit on the floor, “He killed my second last year during a standoff up in the mountains. I haven’t pursued anything because it was a fair fight, but that doesn’t mean I don’t hate him.”

  “That’s awful,” Jennifer empathized. She couldn’t imagine what losing a friend would be like, “You had to have gone to the police, right?”

  “Uh… no. My kind can’t go to the police when there is trouble. We handle it ourselves and try to keep as many people out of it as possible,” his face fell, “and now he knows we’ve been involved with each other,” realization struck him. The woman he’d been searching for his entire adult life was now in front of him, and he had to let her go. He promised himself he wouldn’t, but things just spun out of control, “I can’t see you anymore; I need to be going.” Luke shuffled to his feet and went back into Jennifer’s room to gather his things.

  “You just gonna let him leave like that?” Tiffany asked, speaking in hushed tones.

  “I don’t know what to do! This whole thing is so weird,” Jennifer’s heart sank. She didn’t want to not see him.

  “Get in there and talk to him, then,” Tiffany nudged her off the couch.

  Jennifer nodded and got up.

  “Hey, don’t go.” She begged as she closed the door.

  “It’s really not a good idea to be around me. I’m no good for you, especially now that JP has seen us together.”

  “Shouldn’t I get to decide that? What kind of nonsense are you trying to pull?”

  “Don’t you understand? JP is a killer and he’s had it out for me for years. All he’s needed is a weakness to exploit and I can’t give him one or my crew is toast,” Luke moved to stand and front of her. He cupped her chin, tipping her face up and gently kissed her, “It’s been fun. Take care, Jennifer.”

  He cut through the bathroom to get out and avoid Tiffany. Jennifer was left standing in a mess of confusion and more surprisingly, hurt feelings.

  A knock came from the bedroom door, “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah, sure.”

  “So he left, then?”

  “Yup. He fed me some bullshit about being bad for me and bailed.”

  Tiffany put her arm around her friend, “I’m sorry, Jennifer. Rejection sucks and that was a bitch move he pulled.”

  “It’s not a big deal. He was supposed to be a fling anyway. Thankfully, we only had one day so no attachment,” it was a half-truth. She definitely did not care for him in a romantic way, to say that happened in twenty-four hours would be stupid, but she did like him and his rejection stung. She’d be nursing her bruised ego for a while.

  “There you go! That drama wore me out, I’m off to bed. Sweet dreams, baby,” she kissed Jennifer on the cheek and left her alone.

  It was nearly three in the morning, but she needed a shower to unwind. She disrobed and started the hot water. Steam poured out of the showerhead and settled on every surface of the bathroom while she waited. Jennifer waved her hand through the thick fog, watching it swirl and break through her fingertips before stepping into the tub.

  The hot water felt amazing on the stress knot forming at the base of her neck. She lost herself in thought as the droplets beat down on the tension.

  Luke definitely served his purpose. The whole point was to feel alive and attractive again, which she did and she was so grateful for that. As she lathered up her bath pouf with lavender scented body wash, she silently thanked him for giving her the most fun day she had had in a long time.

  She swished the pouf down her chest, rinsing away all traces of his scent from her body. She swabbed between her legs to wipe away the semen that had dripped down her leg. Then it hit her like a baseball bat. She hadn’t heeded Tiffany’s condom advice.

  She and Luke had had polished off a bottle of scotch between the two of them so neither had the sense to wrap it up, “Fuck!”

  Part Two

  Two. More. Weeks. Two more weeks and Jennifer Armstrong could finally get out of her shitty job, hell hole town, and lousy life situation. She swat at one of the dirty old men who thought it was okay to pinch her ass; every time she walked past him. And in the narrow bar, it happened frequently.

  Jennifer whirled around. “Cut the shit, Monty!” She pushed her way through the crowd and slamm
ed her tray down on the bar. The tell-tale prickle in her eyes drove her out the back door to cry in peace. She dropped down in the dirt and cried in her hands.

  As if the stress wasn’t hard enough to deal with, the ghost of a mysterious stranger haunted Jennifer’s thoughts. She only had one day with him, but that one day – and very active night – left an impression on the young girl.

  The way he left bothered her. Yeah, he was supposed to be a fling to get over her scumbag ex, but she hadn’t expected to be the one being dumped. The rejection stung and she’d been a little off since it happened.

  A female voice broke the stillness, “Girl. What are you doing out here?” Her best friend, Tiffany appeared around the corner of the building. She grew concerned when she saw Jennifer’s face. “Oh no. What happened?” She hurried over and sat down next to her tear-stained friend.

  “Just the usual. The perverts inside are getting under my skin.” Jennifer sniffed and wiped the tears of her cheeks with her sleeve.

  “Just quit. You don’t have to put up with those guys touching you at all.” Tiffany wrapped her slender arm around Jennifer’s shoulders and hugged her close. “You only have two weeks before you go back to college, enjoy yourself.”

  Jennifer opened her mouth to argue, but Tiffany was right. She had been putting up with disgusting pigs grabbing her ass and making comments a lot longer than anyone should have to.

  She leaned over and kissed Tiffany on the cheek. “Thank you.” She replied as she got up and turned towards the door. She was going to march herself up to her manager and end the nonsense once and for all.

  “Go get ‘em, girl. I’ll be in the car.” Tiffany stood and headed towards the parking lot. She was proud of her friend for finally standing up for herself. There were way too many nights spent crying over a stupid job.

  Jennifer yanked at her apron string and tossed the wadded fabric into the server’s alley. She found her boss, Steve was traying up a food order, and marched right up to him with all the swagger and rage she could muster. “Steve, I have to talk to you.”