Chapter 18 Separation Anxiety #2
His fat, ridged cock pistoned in and out of me, each thrust like a punch to the mouth of my womb.
The climax was devastating. My confused hole fluttered around the invasion, my core throbbed, and my nipples leaked lover’s milk.
Ernest finished with one last deep fuck and stilled.
His cock jerked inside me, my flesh shivering with bliss around it.
Hot damn.
I couldn’t move, still tingling all over. Ernest laid me onto the counter and licked my chest clean, suckled on my softening cock, and then he kissed my hole deeply, cleaning me out. He sucked his own cum out of me and swallowed it all while I twitched with aftershocks.
Finally, he put on the water in one of the sinks and gently washed my groin.
Using paper towels, he dabbed my skin dry.
Then he slowly brushed his lips over my underbelly, and closing his eyes, he inhaled from my skin.
He nuzzled the spot and rubbed his cheek against it.
I combed my trembling hand through his hair.
The contrast between the ruthless railing he gave me against the wall and the gentle cleanup left me speechless. But why was I even surprised? Ernest loved me. His passion and care were the most natural things in the world.
This incredible man loved me.
Love.
I thought I’d understood, but no. There was more depth to our bond than I’d yet been able to comprehend.
So much more to discover. A lifetime of passion, care, and love.
Watching Ernest button up my shirt and breathing in the scent of our sex, I tried to understand.
To take it in. But it felt so huge, so much bigger than me.
Even greater and stronger than the dragon watching over me.
“Ernest,” I whispered.
He paused and met my gaze, smiling softly. “Yes, Lawrie?”
“I love you.” My voice broke.
He blinked and pulled in another deep breath, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. Then he hugged me and kissed me. I wrapped my legs around his hips and held on.
With our clothes somewhat in order, we sneaked out of the executive bathroom.
“How much time do we have?”
I checked my phone. “Twenty more minutes. Mr. Sullivan has a meeting at one, and I need to be there.”
Ernest sighed and hugged my shoulders. “Come, you need to eat.”
Imagining another four to five hours without him, I wasn’t that hungry.
On Tuesday we were up before dawn, but I didn’t mind. The flight test day meant Ernest and I could stay together even during working hours. After how anxious we’d both gotten yesterday, it was a relief. Yes, we needed to train being apart, but with baby steps.
We took the company helicopter to the test location since it saved Mr. Sullivan a significant amount of time.
He loved to pilot it himself—one of the rare passions he had.
I secretly hated when I had to come with.
Planes and helicopters made me nervous for no other reason than that I simply didn’t trust a chunk of heavy metal to keep me up in the air, which was of course ridiculous considering where I worked.
Anyway, I couldn’t help but feel that flying with Ernest the dragon must have been considerably safer than this.
The drone pilot and technician, Hamish, was already on the clearing with a truck when we landed.
The middle-aged omega was a longtime Sullivan and Burnes employee, with an enviable capacity to meet Mr. Sullivan’s remarks and terse orders with an unconcerned half-smile.
Now I knew he was a dragon shifter too, which explained a lot.
Soon, we were camped out on the grass, Longwang unloaded and ready to fly.
“I’ll be right back,” Ernest said, squeezing my shoulder.
I stood behind the remote pilot and observed everything from a safe distance. Mr. Sullivan took a few steps back and gestured for Hamish to start the drone. The propeller began spinning, and Longwang lifted, quickly gathering height.
Heavy thumps made me look to the side.
Holy shit. Would I ever get used to the sight of my beloved mate stretching his twenty-feet wings?
Ernest ambled into the field in all his fairy-tale glory and gracefully took off after the drone, tail swishing.
How much did he weigh? Was weight even a concept in his dragon form?
It must have been since he left flattened grass behind as if the clearing had been invaded by a family of elephants.
Mr. Sullivan put his hands into his pockets and observed the scene with serenity.
At first, Ernest merely flew behind the drone, then he caught up with it and seemed to watch it carefully from various angles. Was he truly able to just “see” the airflow? Did he sense it somehow? As the drone sped up in a wide circle above the valley, Ernest flew above it.
Suddenly, he folded his wings and dove downward. The speed of his descent made me gasp before I remembered he surely knew what he was doing. He rose again in a swift spiral, circling the small drone.
“Hey!” Hamish shouted with alarm.
Mr. Sullivan merely waved his hand in a universal “continue” gesture.
Longwang wobbled and tilted to the side but regained balance. Hamish swore, his thumbs flying over the console in his hands.
“You’re doing that?” I blurted.
“There’s an automatic stabilizing mechanism. I’m just—” His shoulders jerked as he nearly avoided another of Ernest’s fly-bys. “Trying to help,” he finished breathlessly.
Ernest hovered above the drone, waiting until it steadied itself completely. Then he dove again, flapping his wings. The gust of wind he created was so powerful it made dust rise where we stood. Longwang got thrown to the side and rotated out of control.
“He’s gonna crash it!” Hamish cried.
“Stabilize it!” Mr. Sullivan yelled back.
Except before Hamish could regain control over the drone, Ernest sent it toppling through the air to the other side.
“You’re lunatics. Both of you.” The remote pilot seemingly hadn’t been informed about the nature of the tests Ernest wanted to perform today. He was good at his job, though, because in a few seconds, the drone was stable again.
Ernest did a few more spirals and vaults around the drone, observing it acutely as it regained balance on each occasion. By the time Ernest landed on the clearing next to Mr. Sullivan, Hamish had rivulets of sweat running down his temples.
“You’ve been great, Hamish. Thank you.” Ernest’s voice boomed through the valley.
“And you’re a nightmare,” Hamish retorted, wiping his face with the hem of his T-shirt.
Ernest traipsed through the grass until he disappeared into the forest. He emerged a minute later, human again, and thankfully clothed.
“If I make adjustments to the stabilizer, how fast can we have it ready to fly again?” he asked Hamish.
“What kind of adjustments?”
“The shape and thickness of the blade and the weight of the tail boom. Only sheet metal work.”
“A few days then.”
Mr. Sullivan walked off to take a call while Ernest and Hamish loaded the drone back into the truck, discussing the next test flight.
When the truck was loaded and Hamish took off, I handed Ernest a water bottle and a thick cheese and egg sandwich. He smiled at me gratefully.
“So. How did it go?”
“Great.” His eyes shone with almost childlike giddiness. “It’s already in good shape, but I can make it better. It’ll be able to fly and land safely even in quite extreme weather.”
Mr. Sullivan returned, his shoulders stiff. “I need to get back to headquarters.”
Ernest glanced at me questioningly, but I could only shrug.
We refrained from intimacy at work, but Mr. Sullivan had been giving us sour looks anyway.
I could only assume it was because Ernest and I were the embodiment of what he might want for himself and hadn’t found.
But the expression on his face now was the cold, focused anger I knew well, and it had nothing to do with us.
Had Harry Burnes tried something again? It occurred to me to ask what the matter was, but if Mr. Sullivan wanted my help, he’d tell me.
We took the helicopter back and landed on top of the headquarters in half an hour. Ernest and I said our goodbyes quickly while still on the roof.
“I’ll meet you in the atrium at five thirty,” he confirmed, and I nodded. My chest squeezed at the thought of leaving him for yet another chunk of hours, but we were getting better at it. Training.
Ernest gave me a quick kiss, and I hurried after Mr. Sullivan toward the elevator.
The rest of the day dragged horribly. Meetings, phone calls, the clock moving at a snail’s pace, emails, scheduling, to-do lists…
Mr. Sullivan was his usual unpleasant self, and around five, he walked out past me holding his phone to his ear.
He waved goodbye perfunctorily without looking at me.
Some things wouldn’t change, but I found it comforting.
At the end of the day, a tall figure was waiting for me in the atrium, but my excitement died as soon as the man turned around to face me.
“Lawrence. I’m very glad to see you.” Harry Burnes. Wasn’t he banned from the building yet? Apparently not. “Have you been sick?”
“I had a family emergency last week, and Mr. Sullivan was very kind to allow my absence.” Where was Ernest? Could I go to the garage? But what if Burnes followed me there?
“I hope everything is in order now. I missed your pretty face. And other things.” He waggled his eyebrows and took a step closer.
“I’m waiting for someone,” I blurted.
“You keep escaping me, Lawrence. I know you’re worried it wouldn’t be appropriate to go out with one of your bosses. You’re such a responsible employee. But I’m sure Davidson wouldn’t mind.”
“I have a boyfriend, sir, and he’s meeting me here.”
Burnes lifted his eyebrows in surprise, then looked around, smirking. “Oh, is he? So sorry he’s late then. How about I entertain you while we’re waiting for this boyfriend of yours? Let’s see if he turns up, hm?”
He circled my wrist and ran his hand up my arm. His touch made my stomach turn.
“Let go of me, sir,” I said clearly and loudly.
“Nobody’s here, Lawrence. Calm down.”
“My boyfriend will be here any minute now.”
Burnes only grinned, tightening his grip. “An actual boyfriend, huh?”
Standing still like a statue, I contemplated my chances if I tried fighting back. Sadly, they weren’t good. While Burnes looked unimpressive compared to Mr. Sullivan or Ernest, he was still an alpha, almost a head taller than me. “Let go,” I repeated.
“I quite like touching you, Lawrence. And I think you’re going to let me.”
Was he insane? “Sir, you give me no choice but to be blunt. What you are doing right now qualifies as harassment, and I will inform my HR manager and Mr. Sullivan about your behavior. Unless you have any request that is directly connected to my position as Mr. Sullivan’s assistant or employee of this company, don’t approach me again and please refrain from any unsolicited physical contact. ”
An ugly sneer took over Burnes’s spray-tanned face. “You little shit.” He tightened his grip on my arm.
Uh-oh.
But then I heard steps behind me and exhaled with relief.