Surge of Storms (Dragon Bonds #4)

Chapter 2

TWO

Granger

We’re staring at each other, and I have no idea what to do. Her scent is doing something to me, doing something to my body. I’m rock hard, on the edge of exploding in my pants, and she’s just staring at me with big green eyes, in nothing but her black bra, her chest rising and falling so rapidly that it’s hard not to keep glancing at her breasts.

“Granger,” she whispers my name in a way that makes my erection jerk, and I shift, hoping she doesn’t notice. I’m horrified by how little control I have.

She moves closer to me, sliding her knees between my legs, her face so close to mine that it’d take nothing at all to kiss her. An unwanted memory of her and I kissing in the snow comes back to me, and I angrily try to push it aside, feeling like even the thought is wrong. I wonder if my attraction to her is obvious. I can’t fucking let it be. This is Aydan’s girl. Not mine. Never mine. I made that decision a long time ago. She needs to get as far away from me as she can right now before I lose all reason.

“Granger,” she says again, reaching out and touching my face.

Despite all my willpower, I lean into her touch, loving the way her soft skin feels against mine. I love having her this close to me, even though I shouldn’t. Even though I can’t feel this way about her.

A thousand moments come exploding through my mind. Years and years of moments when Aydan and Sam were exchanging heated glances, and I was standing off to the side. Being with Sam was never even an option. Aydan was like a brother to me, and he was in love with her from the time we were in diapers. I could never hurt him. I could never have Sam.

Besides, she didn’t want me. Not the way I wanted her.

“You’re hurt,” I whisper, when her face comes closer to mine until she’s just inches from mine.

“I’m okay,” she tells me right back.

She leans even closer, rubbing her lips against mine, and a shudder rolls through my body. Thunder rumbles overhead, but the rain doesn’t reach us, can’t reach us in this safe little cocoon from the world. Still, the world does exist outside of us.

“You don’t know what you’re doing,” I say, swallowing around the lump in my throat.

She never wanted me before, never saw me as anything but her friend before. Yes, we had a stolen kiss, but to her it was just a kiss from a friend in a moment with heightened emotions. To me… it was everything.

This is all dragon stuff. Pheromones and instincts. She has to know that.

Instead of arguing, she kisses me fully, and every thought fades away as her warm lips meld to mine. At first, I don’t know what to do, how to respond, if I should touch her, but she takes control, climbing into my lap and tangling her fingers in my hair, tilting me so she can kiss me more deeply.

I try to shift, to move, knowing that she’s going to feel my erection, but she won’t let me go. Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and I groan against her lips, my body practically vibrating beneath her. I’m holding tightly onto her hips when she starts to kiss me harder, deeper, moving and switching directions to take my mouth differently.

It’s strange how alive I am. My heart races. My blood hums through my veins. I’ve never felt anything like this before, and it’s exciting and scary all at once.

She breaks our kiss just long enough to pull off my shirt. I try to stop her, but then it’s done, and I’m sitting there, dad bod on display, hard and aching for a woman I can never have. A woman who is used to six-packs and muscled bodies.

But to my surprise, she runs her hands down my chest and stomach and gives a breathy moan. “You are so fucking hot.”

Now, I know she’s lost her mind. I’m not hot. I’m not even a little warm. “Sam, this is just dragon stuff. This isn’t you.”

She kisses down my neck as she says, “Like hell.”

I don’t know what she means, but her kisses send goosebumps racing across my skin. My hands wander along her hips, stomach, and lower back, careful of her injuries. I want to touch her, to make her feel good, but have no idea how, or what to do. I just… want to be close to her.

Her hands drift down to my pants, and she undoes the button and zipper. My heart races, and I don’t know if I should stop her. If I want to stop her. Who am I kidding? Of course I don’t want to stop her.

She pushes me back on the pine needles, and I lay back, completely at her mercy. Our eyes lock, and there’s this moment where I can feel everything changing between us. For the first time, she’s looking at me like I’m a man, and not just like her goofy friend.

It’s almost more than I can handle.

She tugs off my khakis and whitey tighties, letting my erection spring free. I comb my hands through my hair, embarrassed, not sure what to say or do. It’s too late to stop her. Maybe I should’ve stopped her.

“Oh, Granger,” she moans.

I don’t even look at her. I can feel her staring at my erection. Not touching me. Just staring.

This was a mistake.

“What’s wrong?” I ask, heart hammering in my ears.

“Wrong,” she says, all confused. “Are you kidding me? You’re huge!”

I glance down at myself. The truth is, I haven’t seen a lot of men naked. I don’t know if she’s being serious, or she’s just saying the kinds of things women say in pornos to get a guy going.

“Am I?”

She gives me a little smile that makes my dick jerk, and then she leans down and takes me into her mouth. Every muscle in my body tenses, and my blood rushes so fast south that for half a second I thought I already came, but then she starts bobbing up and down on my erection, and I’m curling my hands into fists to stop myself from exploding in her mouth.

I have to last. I have to make this good for her.

She grabs my balls and then takes me so deep into the back of her throat that I hear her choking. My eyes roll into the back of my head. All sound disappears, and then I’m coming into her warm, wet mouth. It feels… so good, so impossibly good that I actually think I might be having a heart attack as she continues to suck me.

It’s not until I collapse back that the shame hits me. I went too fast. I wasn’t even inside of her. What the fuck is wrong with me?

“Sorry,” I murmur, feeling tears sting my eyes.

She pulls my cock out of her mouth “Sorry? Granger, that was hot. That was exactly what I wanted you to do.”

“Really?” I’m not convinced.

Instead of answering, she stands and strips down in front of me before gingerly getting on her knees and pulling my pants and underwear completely off, then throwing them to the side. I try not to be a complete pervert, but it’s hard not to watch her every move. Sam has the best body I’ve ever seen in my life. Models, actresses, they don’t have anything on Sam. Her curves are extraordinary. Her breasts are big and perky. Her pussy is smooth and tempting.

“You’re staring,” she says.

My gaze jerks up. “Sorry.”

But instead of seeming upset, she asks, “What do you… think of me?”

I answer honestly. “You’re perfect.”

“Really?” Which is the first time I realize she might be a little nervous too.

“Really,” I reassure her easily.

She leans over me and kisses me hard, stealing my breath, making me forget anything but her. When she pulls back, she strokes my face, smiling, and it’s like we’re seeing each other for the first time. Sam and I. Best friends. And something more.

After a moment, she eyes my hard dick. “You’re already ready to go again?” Then she climbs back on top of me.

“Sorry,” I mumble, feeling my cheeks heat. Staring at her must have got me going again.

Her face softens as she gazes at me. “Nothing to be sorry about. You’re seriously perfect, Granger. You have no idea.”

“Perfect?” I almost laugh, but it’s impossible to laugh with a beautiful naked woman straddling me.

“Perfect for me, you idiot,” she says, leaning closer to me and rubbing her lips against mine.

Her scent washes over me, stronger than before, and I feel my dick jerk. She seems to know what I need, even if I don’t, and reaches down and grabs a hold of my dick, pressing me into her. The instant my tip is inside, my head starts spinning. She’s tight. Impossibly tight. Am I even going to fit?

“Nice and easy, Big Fella,” she whispers in my ear, and then begins to suck her way down my throat as she takes my erection slowly deeper.

“Fuck,” she whispers, then shifts around on top of me. “You’re huge.”

“Sorry,” I say again, willing my cock to get smaller, but I can’t tell if he does.

“Nothing to be sorry about, I love the feeling of you inside of me,” she moans.

Our gazes meet. “Granger, you have no idea what this means to me.”

Without a thought, I whisper, “You have no idea what this means to me.” And I mean it.

I place my hands on her hips, then pull them away, not sure what to touch. Not sure where she wants my hands. To my surprise, she grabs my hands and places them on her breasts, and I struggle to draw in a full breath as I touch her. As I touch Sam.

I’m touching Sam.

My fingers brush her nipples, and she arches. Fascinated, I rub her nipples with my thumbs and feel her pussy tightening around my cock. Internally, I swear, fighting my own desire, but then focus on playing with her breasts.

She comes down fully on my cock and moves up and down while my toes curl. “Do you like that?”

“Y-yes,” I stutter.

And I love you. And you’re my everything.

She holds eye contact and then lifts herself off of me before coming down on me once more. We both curse together, panting, and then she does it again and again. Each time it’s like I’m being pulled apart and put back together, only it feels good , every step of the way.

“Thrust into me, Granger,” she moans.

I drop my hands from her breasts and grab her hips. Thrusting up, I gasp as stars flash in front of my eyes. She whimpers softly, and I do it again, loving her sounds of pleasure. Loving that I’m the one to make her feel this way.

We start to work together. I don’t know how we know how to, but it feels natural. Right. She meets each of my thrusts with her own until we develop a rhythm.

It’s hard to control myself, to keep from exploding. But I’d already made a fool of myself once, I wasn’t going to do it again. I bite the inside of my cheek. I focus on math formulas, and I pound into her as she pants and moans my name.

Then she cries out, and I watch her as she arches her back and begins to ride me harder. Her muscles tighten around me in a vice-like grip, and I know she’s orgasming. I stop with the math formulas. I stop biting my cheek. I just watch her riding my cock while she orgasms, and then I’m coming too.

The feeling is like nothing I’ve felt in my life. It’s like lightning and thunder going off inside of me, like I’m some experiment about the limitations of human pleasure, and they’ve found the pinnacle of what that feels good in this very moment.

I keep watching her as I feel my cum coating her channel while she continues riding my cock. This moment can never be taken away from us.

And then she collapses on top of me, and I breathe in her scent. It’s all around me, mixed with my own. It makes me feel content, complete, and yet wanting more, all at the same time.

She kisses my neck again, her hand running down my chest. “That was amazing.”

“Was it?” I prod, feeling anxiety creep up. “You enjoyed it?”

“Couldn’t you tell?” she asks with a little laugh.

“I wasn’t sure how it’s supposed to go,” I confess.

She sits up, so we’re staring at each other. “What do you mean?” The question hangs between us. “You’ve had sex before, right?”

My face grows hot. How am I supposed to tell her? It’s embarrassing to be a virgin at this age. It’s embarrassing to be a man who doesn’t know what he’s doing in bed. But I can’t tell her that. She’d never look at me the same.

“Granger.” Her expression is serious now. “You should have told me. I would’ve… gone slower, been more gentle. I don’t know.”

I hide my face behind my hands. “Can we please not talk about it? I’m sorry, okay? I know girls like experienced guys who know what they’re doing, and I’m… not that. If you regret it, I get it. I–”

“Granger, no,” she says, pulling my hands away from my face. Our gazes lock. “I don’t regret it. Not one bit. And I kind of love that I’m the only one you’ve been with. It’s a major turn on.” As if to emphasize that, she rolls her hips on top of me with my dick still firmly inside of her, and I swear I feel myself hardening once more.

She leans forward and bites my lower lip. “You have no idea how turned on I am.”

“By me?” It’s hard not to sound skeptical.

“By you,” she tells me confidently, rolling her hips again and leaving me breathless.

“I just can’t believe you’re the storm dragon. After Zane’s description, I never even imagined… I mean, none of us did. Aydan thought he was going to be–”

Aydan! “Fuck!” I start to pull her off of me in a panic.

She grabs my shoulders, staying on top of me, and says, “What? What’s wrong?”

My eyes meet her breathtakingly beautiful green ones. “Aydan. He’s going to kill me.”

She shakes her head. “No, he won’t. Granger, listen to me–”

“He’s been in love with you our whole lives. I always knew nothing could happen between us. I was okay with that. I accepted it. I knew that I could never hurt my best friend like that. But one minute as a dragon, and I’ve destroyed our friendship. I’ve destroyed everything.” I sound hysterical, even to my own ears.

“Granger.” She touches my face, stroking it until I look at her. “You’re the last dragon in my harem. You and I have been together every single lifetime, and Aydan has always accepted that. He’ll accept it this lifetime too.” When I don’t respond, she cups my chin. “I mean, if he can accept Evander and Zane, don’t you think he can accept you?”

Her words are calming, but I don’t know what I think. “You don’t get it, Sam. The way I feel about you, the way I’ve always felt about you, it’s wrong. It’s wrong when Aydan is in love with you.”

We stare at each other for a long moment before she says, “Are you in love with me?”

I feel sick. “Don’t make me say it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being in love with me.”

I laugh, feeling heartbroken. “What’s happening between us is because of dragon pheromones. You don’t feel this way about me. You don’t find me attractive. When things calm down, you’re going to regret this, and Aydan’s going to hate me.”

She looks at me in complete shock. “Granger, all this dragon stuff does is intensify what we already feel. It doesn’t make us have feelings we’ve never had.”

It’s like I’m dying inside. “You’ve never seen me as anything except a brother.”

Her breath is hot in my ear as she leans closer. “I’ve had a lot of thoughts about you that weren’t brotherly.”

I swallow. Hard. “Really?”

She leans back and nods. “I couldn’t stop thinking about us kissing in the snow.”

I couldn’t either. “You always acted like… almost like I was a girl.”

There’s something sad in her eyes. “I needed a safe place to land, and you were always that. I didn’t want to lose that. Besides, there was never a scenario where I saw myself ending up with multiple men. If there had been, I would’ve been masturbating to some very different things over the last few years.”

My hands tighten on her hips. “Really?”

She shifts off of me and lays down, tugging me on top of her. I don’t know what to say or do, but I obey her, covering her much smaller body with my own. “You know, dragons show they belong to each other in a lot of different ways.”

“Oh?” I ask, my heartbeat speeding up.

“Yes.” She leans up and nips my throat, then bites her way down it. “One way is like this.”

“Sam,” I groan.

“Everything is okay. I promise you. Aydan will understand. And me? I couldn’t be happier that you’re my big, strong, sexy alpha dragon.”

“You’re sure?” I ask again, because I need her to be damn sure.

She sucks my neck until a chill rolls down my spine. “I’m sure. Now, come fuck me again before I lose my mind.”

A relieved laugh explodes from my lips. “I don’t know exactly what I’m doing.”

“You did just fine last time.”

It’s hard to breathe. “And you’ll tell me if I hurt you? Or if I do anything wrong?”

“You won’t,” she says, laughing softly. “But I’ll tell you.”

I’m not feeling exactly confident, but when she wraps her legs around my waist it’s harder to think. As gently as I can, I guide myself back inside of her, wondering if sex always feels this good. If it always feels just… right.

I look down at her. Her hair is spread around her, her naked body is on display for me, and I’m sure I’m in a dream. It seems impossible that after all my hoping and dreaming, after all the many moments I wanted to be her man, wanted to be a dragon for her, everything is finally coming true.

Things like this don’t just happen. Not to guys like me. We never get the girl. We spend our time sitting in the shadows. We’re the the funny guy, the friend, the one no girl actually wants to be with. It can’t be that I’m getting the best girl in existence. It can’t be.

She touches my face. “What are you thinking about?”

I shake my head, but then I can’t help myself. “I’m not the kind of guy who gets the girl.”

She leans up and kisses me. “You were always the guy who got the girl. You just never went after the girl.”

I don’t think she’s right, but when I look in her eyes, I believe her.

“Your back–”

“I’m fine,” she reassures me.

She kisses me again, then begins to move beneath me. I hiss as her inner muscles clench my erection so hard that I have to remind myself to breathe. With care, aware of how much smaller she is than me, I begin to thrust into her slowly. I’ll never get tired of these sensations. Of the way my body responds to her.

Leaning down, I suck on her neck. A prickling moves over my body, and I suck harder, overwhelmed with a desire to leave my mark on her. We continue moving together, our bodies finding a perfect rhythm. Some small part of me wants to slow down, to remember her and I together forever, just in case this never happens again. I want to burn this feeling into my memory, but we’re already moving faster and faster.

“Granger,” she moans, and I feel my cock jerk inside her. “Oh, Granger, harder.”

She wants me to go harder? I’m scared to hurt her, but I also want this to be good for her, so I thrust harder, and she rewards me by digging her nails into my back. We’re panting, our breath matching. Her breasts are rising and falling as she does so, and I feel myself getting ready to come.

“Sam…” I try to warn.

“Do it,” she whispers. “Come inside me. I want to feel you inside me.”

My balls tighten, and I explode. Colors dance before my eyes and my muscles feel like they’ve been pulled and snapped back into place all at once. Every nerve screams out in pleasure, and she orgasms beneath me, shouting my name as she clings to me harder.

I watch her, watch the beautiful look on her face as I make her orgasm, and it makes my entire chest ache. I love this woman so much. I love this woman with all my heart. Something must be wrong in the universe if a guy like me got her.

We collapse together, but my dick doesn’t soften. Instead, it seems to harden and swell, filling her so tightly that I worry I must be hurting her.

“What the hell–?”

“It’s okay,” she pants. “It’s normal. You’re knotting.”

“Knotting?” I repeat, confused.

“It’s a dragon thing. You’re going to stay like that until we fuck enough for the swelling to stop.”

I stare at her in shock. “We’re going to keep having sex?”

She smiles. “If you want to.”

“Y-yes, I want to.” I want that more than anything in the world. I want this moment to stretch on forever, and for the real world to never come.

What happens next is Sam walking me gently through sex while knotting. Sex in a variety of positions. Sex where she guides my hands to the places she wants to be touched, and I do my best to please her.

My woman. My Sam.

When my dick finally softens, I roll next to her, holding her close. As I kiss the top of her head, my mind starts working once more. We had sex. Sam and I. She said she doesn’t regret it, but maybe with calmer emotions she will. And maybe Aydan won’t be as fine with this as she thinks.

“Stop,” she tells me, smacking my chest lightly.

“Stop what?”

“Worrying,” she says, giving me a knowing smile. “Everything is okay. You haven’t done anything wrong. Alright?”

She knows me too well. “I just– in the scenarios I’ve made up in my mind about when this finally happened, things were different.”

“How so?” she asks with a little smile playing on her lips.

I try to think. “I would come to your house with flowers and those caramel chocolates you like so much. I’d sit you down and tell you straight out that I liked you, then ask you on a date. You’d go, maybe reluctantly, but over the course of a few dates I’d grow on you, and we’d end up together.”

She throws back her head and between laughs says, “So, in your ideal fantasy, I reluctantly go out with you and you grow on me?”

My face burns. “I’m a practical guy.”

She moves so she’s half on top of me and points a finger at my chest. “You are a guy with ridiculously low self-esteem, and I’m going to make it my mission from this point forward to remind you every minute what an absolute catch you are.”

Again, I believe her, even though none of this feels real.

I touch her face, and she leans into my hand. “Are you sure… being with me doesn’t feel awkward or wrong now that we’ve calmed?”

She smiles. “A few days ago maybe it’d feel a little awkward to have sex with you after just being friends for so long, but this just feels… right, doesn’t it? Like we were always supposed to be this way?”

My chest aches. “Yeah, that’s how it feels for me. I just wanted to be sure how you felt.”

She shrugs. “What could be better than falling in love with your best friend?”

Every muscle in my body tenses. “You love me?”

“I’m completely smitten with you because you’re amazing, smart, talented, handsome… and it doesn’t hurt that you’re amazing in bed.”

Something in me calms. She’s in love with me. She thinks I’m good in bed.

Yup, I’m definitely dreaming.

“Besides,” she says, “just because we went dragon and fucked each other’s brains out doesn’t mean you can’t still get me chocolates and flowers and take me on a date.”

“Good,” I tell her honestly. “Because I really want to date you.” I wince. “That was really manly, huh?”

She kisses me. “That was perfect.”

We hold each other for a while longer. The storm around us has calmed. The storm inside me when I knew Sam was hurt has calmed. I wish we could lay here all day, but I know deep down we have to get back, before the others worry.

“We have to–”

“I know,” she says. “Just a minute longer.”

And so, we stay a little longer before finally getting dressed. I put Sam’s bra in my pocket so it doesn't hurt her back and slowly ease her shirt on, tears stinging my eyes when I see the painful-looking scars.

“I’m going to kill that dragon for this.”

“I know.” She kisses me, and takes my hand.

We walk hand-in-hand back to the base, and it just feels right. I think I’ve spent my whole life just wanting to hold her hand. Wanting her to look at me the way she’s looking at me now.

She tilts her head and says, “Can you believe you were the storm dragon all along? I feel so stupid for not realizing it.”

I shake my head and answer honestly. “In my mind, I was the last person who would ever have been the storm dragon.”

She grins. “You’re the big, dangerous alpha.”

“Doesn’t sound right, does it?”

Her eyes twinkle. “Actually, it sounds absolutely perfect.”