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

by Sky Winters

  He seemed to have sensed this very fact, and he proceeded to get up and replenish their drinks whenever they had both downed their last one.

  “No fair!” she said with a laugh when he came back with the third glass of the thrice-boozed beverage. This glass was either extra full or she was tipsy. Or possibly both.

  “Oh, you didn’t want one?” Luke asked her, giving her a cheeky sort of look. “I could take it back…”

  Jolene shook her head. “No,” she said, and then corrected herself. “No, thank you. This is good. I needed a night like this, honestly.”

  “Because of the break up?”

  “No! Shut up!” She laughed at him then, and at herself. “Sorry. I just… No. And yes, maybe.” Jolene took a long sip of her drink. She did not really taste the flavor anymore so much as the alcohol. And it was the alcohol that she wanted.

  They finished their latest round of drinks and then Luke nodded his head towards the dance floor. “You wanna dance?”

  Jolene could have guessed that this question was coming. Who came to a dance club place like this without dancing? She didn’t want to make him lose interest, but she wasn’t the best dancer. Though, to be fair, he was not exactly sober anymore. It wasn’t about being a skilled dancer. It was about having the chance to touch each other.

  “Sure,” she said, sucking up the last of the fruity concoction and hoping that she would not regret any of the night’s decisions tomorrow.

  Slowly swaying to the beats of the music, Jolene did her best to relax and let the tipsiness wash over her. She was usually so in control of things that it felt nice to let go a little and just enjoy the moments as they drifted by. Sure, she was with a complete stranger, but hey, he had fixed her outlets for her. For free! That alone deserved some time on the dance floor.

  “Do you wanna get out of here?” he asked her, whispering hotly into her ear which felt nice. The music was loud and the walls were spinning, but Luke made the effort to be heard and understood by her fuzzy brain.

  Jolene looked at Luke, surprised by his question and wondering if she was hearing him correctly. “Do you want to get out of here?” she asked him, hoping that his answer would make the question clearer to her.

  He laughed and shook his head at her, clarifying. “Do you want to go somewhere else now?”

  “Ohhh,” she said a bit exaggeratedly. She nodded along with it. “Sure, sounds good. Maybe we should go someplace quieter.”

  Smiling, Luke took her hand. “I know just the place.”

  He carefully led her back to his motorcycle and helped her onto it. “Hold on tight,” he cautioned her when he got on, starting up the engine. Jolene did not have to be told twice. She held onto him for dear life. Suddenly, the threat of falling off Luke’s machine was scarier than it had been hours ago, when she was sober.

  It was funny how that worked. All rationality had faded, but it was replaced by silly thoughts of ‘eh, what’s the worst that could happen?’ at the same time.

  As they rode along down the streets of Burlington, a crack of thunder suddenly broke out in the sky above them. Jolene, in her tipsy state, looked up at the sky to see if there was any lightning and almost fell backwards off the bike.

  “Ahh!” she shouted while laughing. “Looks like it’s about to storm!”

  She hoped that he could hear her over the loud engine of his motorcycle. She didn’t know where he had been planning to take her next and she was disappointed that their evening might have to be cut short.

  Sure enough, it was as she had feared. It was as if the sky suddenly opened up and released all of the rain in the universe upon them. Jolene, always extra imaginative when drunk, imagined the sky becoming unzipped like in some cartoon she vaguely remembered seeing when she was little. Luke drove her back to her house. She didn’t want to go back, but she supposed anything was better than staying out in the rain on a highly conductive motorcycle…

  He carefully parked his bike in her driveway and helped her down from it. She led him back up to her front porch at a run, laughing a little as the cold rain fell and further drenched her. Luke chuckled as he rushed along behind her. When at last they had made it onto the porch, Jolene smiled up at him. She ached, physically ached, at the thought of saying goodbye to him so soon. Had she been a tad more melodramatic, she might have even gone inside and broke her electrical cables or something. Anything to see Luke Weir again.

  “So…” she said.

  “So,” he replied, smiling so sweetly at her. She knew that he was drunk and she was drunk and it was not an ideal situation, but she wanted very much to ask him inside.

  She placed her hands on his chest. Not without thinking, but definitely without being able to stop herself. Thanks, alcohol! His chest felt great. Firm. Safe, even. She looked up at him, into his hazel eyes. “Would you like to come in for some coffee?” She didn’t have coffee yet. She still needed to go to the store. “Or something? Probably not more beer.”

  Luke’s eyes seemed to sparkle at her. “Or something,” he said. “Or something sounds good.”

  Just then, he leaned down and kissed her. It was not a simple lip-kiss like most first kisses that she had had in the past. This was an all or nothing kind of kiss. He practically devoured her mouth with his own. Jolene leaned herself into him, letting him hold her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and fully gave into it. She could not remember the last time she had felt so wanted or so free.

  He watched her as she unlocked her front door and then followed her inside. She was amazed at how safe—well, not threatened—she felt with him. She supposed that she had been pretty reckless on this date, but she didn’t plan on turning back now. The way Luke was looking at her as she walked in front of him, clearly admiring her body, just drew her further and further in.

  Jolene was ensnared.

  They sat together at Jolene’s little table in her kitchen. Thanks to Luke, she was able to turn the light on. They had had enough booze at the bar, so they sat there sipping cans of soda instead, smiling and giggling at the moderate absurdity. She felt like she was in high school again, dating one of those bad boys who acted so rough yet treated her so well. The relationships never lasted; they couldn’t last. Nothing can thrive in an excess of fun.

  “So…” she said, sipping her orange soda.

  “So,” he said with a grin, sipping his cola.

  “What do you do for fun around here?” Jolene asked. “Aside from hitting the bars. I can tell you appreciate those.”

  Luke laughed. “You make me sound like an alcoholic.”

  She raised her eyebrows to indicate that there was little reason to not suspect that.

  He laughed again. “You’ve seen this place. It’s gorgeous. I’m the vice president of a motorcycle club, so I spend a lot of my downtime cruising the streets, admiring the trees and the water along the way.”

  A motorcycle club! That made sense. She wondered if he got involved in all kinds of gang related activities. She didn’t think he seemed the type. He was gruff, sure. That didn’t mean he was actually physically violent.

  Jolene admired his pecs again, imagining the ways that she wouldn’t mind some violence from him…

  “What’s your motorcycle club called?” she asked him, trying her best to keep her thoughts innocent. “I know those usually have amusing names.”

  Luke grimaced somewhat. “The Lone Wolves.”

  She chuckled. “Plural? Oh my god.”

  “I didn’t pick it,” he said with a shrug.

  Jolene had the feeling that he did not want to continue discussing it. She felt that she’d struck a nerve, so she changed the subject. “I never really thought of Vermont as a place for motorcycle gangs.”

  That brought Luke’s smile back. “We’re not a gang,” he insisted. “We’re a club. A club without a whole lot of rules. And we’re not really from Vermont. We’re… special.”

  His eyes flashed mysteriously at that. She was getting used to seeing the flash in h
is eyes, though it happened so fast that it was gone before she could ask about it or really get a good look.

  “Yeah, you’re special, all right.”

  As if that was his cue, Luke moved from his chair and grabbed her face in his hands, kissing her as he stood over her. Again, she felt the ferocity of his tongue against hers, all around her mouth. She reached out and touched his chest and, before she knew it, she was in his arms and he was carrying her to bed.

  CHAPTER THREE

  She’s Electric

  As soon as they were in her bedroom, he kicked the door closed behind them and gently placed her down on the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for more kisses. He unbuckled her jeans and wrestled them down her legs, smirking a bit. They were tight to accentuate her assets, but that meant they were not easily removed from her ass.

  Jolene sat on the end of the bed, helping Luke in the lowering of her jeans. Then her panties. Then he knelt on the floor there below her and moved his face between her legs. She sucked in a breath as he licked and kissed at her labia and clit. Leaning back against her arms, she closed her eyes and just let herself enjoy him. Each time he brought his head up for air, he licked his lips, turning her on even more.

  There was that familiar flash in his eyes again and she realized the most captivating thing about it. The flash came from the ring of gold around his pupil. The same ring that had struck her when she first looked at him. That ring became illuminated every so often with a fire that came from within him. The fire of lust, it now seemed. The fire of wanting her.

  “Ohhh,” she moaned as he brought his tongue back down on her, flicking it into her opening. She could not wait to rip the clothes off him now.

  He did not rush in his ministrations. When she was good and wet, Luke rose back up and worked at undoing his pants and removing them. Jolene was happy to help. She pulled off his shirt, gazing at the sexy pecs that lay beneath. His muscled arms were covered in black hair, and so was his chest.

  She wanted to be buried in his chest. It was so fuzzy and warm and safe. Like he was a big, cuddly animal. Jolene had never known before how much she appreciated a man who was like that. Luke would cuddle her and protect her. But right now, she wanted him to fuck her.

  Clothing off, he finished removing hers and then got on top of her, not asking questions, not saying anything. He devoured her mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy. And she was helpless. She felt like she was melting back into the bed. She hadn’t even been on this bed yet and now here she was. Christening it.

  Jolene murmured out another moan against his shoulder. She kissed and bit at him and he brought her left breast into his mouth, sucking and biting it till it had no other recourse but to become purple and red. She arched her back up off of the mattress as he sped up his thrusts. She could feel his thick, lengthy member stretching her and filling her up.

  It had been so long since she’d last had sex. It had been even longer since she’d last had good sex.

  And it had never before been this good.

  Suddenly, without warning, Luke grabbed her and flipped her over so she was lying face down on the bed, with her ass facing him. She made an effort to lift herself up onto her arms, but he pushed her back down, being gentle but controlling. He took her from behind, thrusting faster and faster.

  Jolene clutched the blankets underneath her, turning her head so her face was not so pressed against the blankets or the pillow. “Ohhh!” she gasped out. “Oh, Luke!” He was slamming into her g-spot, making her wetness get all over the sheets as she came.

  He didn’t seem overly concerned about the fact that she had come. He continued to plow himself inside of her until at last he exploded within her. Then he slipped out and padded off into the bathroom to clean himself up.

  Shaking, as she was still coming down from her euphoria, Jolene slowly turned herself over so she was lying on her back. She was bruised in more than a few places. The hickey he had given her boob was going to take days to go away. Luke was rather aggressive during sex, like all good bad boys. She knew where he stood. She knew he would not turn out to be a secret asshole like her ex-husband.

  After a few minutes, Luke returned to the bedroom. He tossed three pieces of toilet paper—still attached to each other—at Jolene so she could clean herself up. She did so, feeling a bit dirty but not exactly minding it.

  The free fall from the alcohol was getting to her head now and making her sleepy. She stood up and went into the bathroom, emerging moments later with her toothbrush in her mouth. Her suitcase was still out in the living room, but she decided against changing into pajamas. She had a feeling that there would be more sex where that came from after they had gotten some sleep.

  Once her teeth were brushed, she snuggled into bed with Luke and lay with her head against his strong, firm chest. He wrapped an arm around her loosely, yawning with a deep, low growl. Once again, Jolene felt like she was with a big, guard dog. “I know this is silly,” she told him softly, her eyes closed as she listened to his heart beat inside his chest. “I know it’s probably the alcohol talking. But I feel safe with you in a way I’ve never felt safe before.”

  “Safe?” he asked in practically a whisper. She could tell that he was mere moments away from being asleep. “No one has ever felt safe with me before.”

  With that he started to snore and Jolene realized that she was going to have to fall asleep now, too. She rested her head on him for a while, enjoying the sound of his heartbeat and his breathing. It felt nice to have him in bed with her.

  Jesus, could it really have only been yesterday that she had slept with her ex? She hoped that her ex was having an awful night without her, and that he would sign the divorce papers, but as far as she was concerned, Jolene McNulty was free of him completely.

  She was onto bigger and better things.

  When she woke up in the morning, Jolene discovered that she was alone in the bed. She sat up, rubbing her eyes and wondering if he had quickly made his exit before she could even thank him for last night or anything. She rolled out of bed somehow and, realizing she was naked, put on the jeans and blouse from the night before.

  She had a killer hangover, but that stopped mattering as soon as she walked out of her bedroom and found Luke in her kitchen. He was standing by the counter, dressed back in last night’s clothes as well, fiddling with the toaster. Momentarily she wondered if the outlets were still being a problem, but he got a handle on it and soon she could smell the pop tarts that he had made for them.

  Clearly Luke had snuck out to get them while she was sleeping. They sat down together like they had before and feasted on breakfast.

  “I don’t have a lot to offer,” she said with a shy smile. Now that the booze had worn off, she was back to wondering how a guy like Luke could ever possibly see anything in her.

  He looked at her and smiled. “I’m not asking for you to offer me anything,” he said. “I know you still need time to get settled. I plan to help with that.”

  One thing he definitely was not helping her with was getting dressed. As soon as they finished their unusual breakfast, she attempted to take a shower. Luke joined her in the bathroom and removed her clothes for her. Then he removed his own clothes.

  Jolene could not say if she felt clean after their shower together. It had been interrupted by sex against the wet wall, but then she and Luke had sponged each other off so who knew how clean they were? He play chased her back into the bedroom afterwards and they made out, naked and wet, on top of the bed. She was so grateful that it was a Saturday.

  “I’m free as a bird all day,” he told her, nuzzling her with his perfect nose and smiling at her with his perfect teeth.

  They took advantage of the freeness of the day by making love several more times. Every time her clothes went on, he would take them off.

  Finally, when evening arrived, Luke decided that it was time for him to go.

  “Good, I need to unpack,” Jolene joked, though she wishe
d that he could stay. She was feeling so happy with him there that she worried about the aloneness that would come as soon as he was gone.

  Luke flashed another killer smile at her. “I will be back,” he told her. “I promise.”

  He leaned down over her and they kissed. He walked out the door and she felt an emptiness for a few moments. She did not know with what she would fill her time now. She supposed that the best thing to do would be to finally get to work. After all, she had not worked since arriving in Burlington. The outlets worked now, so she did not have that as an excuse.

  Two days later, she was up early and making coffee with the new coffee maker she had bought herself. She was even making eggs. She felt much fancier now… or at least more normal again. She worked on things on her laptop at the kitchen table, careful to not spill anything on her much needed computer as she ate and worked at the same time.

  The sound of her doorbell interrupted her. She was not expecting anyone, not even a delivery. She went over to the front door, realizing as she went that there was one person it certainly could be. She peeked through the peephole and sure enough she was right!

  Luke was standing there on her front porch, holding a glass container full of some kind of casserole, Jolene assumed. He was making the standard, ‘welcome to the neighborhood’ gesture of bringing over some kind of food item. Jolene had not expected anything of the kind, especially not after all of the other kinds of welcome he had given her… She grinned, not believing how thoughtful this man was. He was starting to break away from the classic bad boy mold of all of her former lovers.

  She opened the front door wide so she could get a good look at him, hoping that he would not be thrown off by her pony tail or her cut-off jean shorts. She looked cute but she certainly did not look like she was going on a hot date.