Chapter 14 Shyanne
SHYANNE
When I woke up the next morning, I didn’t open my eyes right away. Sleep, and the frantic feverish sexy dreams slowly ebbed away, leaving me in the darkness of my closed eyes. For a few seconds, I lay there, trying to mentally take stock of all that had happened.
What a crazy dream!
I played back the wicked and delicious things I’d dreamed of Jackson doing to me—him devouring me when we got back to my place, how we’d fucked like rabbits until late in the night, finally finishing our third round a few minutes before Dad’s car pulled up outside.
Why had I added so many strange details like that to a dream?
Letting out a contented sigh, I rolled from my stomach to my side, then paused halfway through the motion. My eyes sprang open when I realized how sore I was. My pussy felt like it had been used for hours. A pleasant, but distinct ache filled that part of my body.
A moment later, a muscled arm draped across my shoulders, and a huge body snuggled up against me. Shock and happiness coursed through me as I stared at the powerful hand resting upon me.
It really happened. It all really happened.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Jackson said from behind me, his lips grazing the back of my neck.
“Uh…good morning,” I said, thankful I was turned away so he couldn’t see the giddy smile on my face.
Memories of the night before flooded back, no longer with the haze of fantasy, but as solid recollections of real life.
For a couple seconds, I lay there, basking in the post-coital afterglow once more, remembering how his hands had gripped my body, the taste of his lips on mine, and how his cock had stretched me deliciously.
Jackson’s chest pressed to my back, his arm snuggly around me. I had always considered myself a strong and independent woman, but there was something about being in his arms that made me feel safe—protected and cherished in a way I hadn’t realized I’d been hungering for.
“I guess we should get up,” Jackson finally said.
Sun rays had begun to color the floor by the bed, arcing through the window as dawn came.
“Right,” I agreed, but when he pulled his arm free, a sad melancholy filled me.
As Jackson got up, he stretched. My gaze traveled greedily over his body.
His muscles were taut and flexing. His cock, soft but still impressive, hung between his legs like some delicious dangling fruit that made my mouth water.
Even as exhausted as I was from the night before, I already craved it again.
“And what are you looking at?” Jackson said, and I tore my eyes upward to find him grinning at me knowingly. “Still not satisfied?”
Heat rushed to my cheeks, but I grinned back at him and shrugged. “Maybe not.”
“You’re amazing, you know that?”
“Yeah? You’re pretty great yourself.”
Jackson extended his hand. “Come on. Shower time.”
He helped me from the bed and led me to the bathroom, both of us still naked as the water warmed.
Jackson pulled towels from the small linen closet beside the shower, and stepped in to join me.
The water was nearly boiling, but it was perfect.
I sighed as the streams of hot liquid poured across my body, down my chest and stomach.
“Did you sleep well?” Jackson asked.
“How could I not?” I nudged him with my elbow. “Someone basically fucked me into unconsciousness last night.”
“Good. I slept like the dead,” he said. “And that’s not typical for me. Dragons don’t need as much sleep as humans do. We can get by consistently on four-to-five hours. We can sleep longer, and I did last night. It was amazing.”
“What’s the plan for today?” I said. “With the car, I mean. Now that it’s done.”
Jackson sighed and put his face under the water for a second. “I’ll contact Joseph Anitoli this morning, set up a meeting place, and drop the car there. Once I do that, he’ll tell me what I need to do next.”
“Next? What do you mean next?”
“He told me he’s going to make me do another job of some sort.
Something else before he’ll give my sister back,” he said, and as he spoke he kept his eyes averted.
“I didn’t tell you because it’s not your problem to deal with.
” He glanced up, water dripping from his black hair.
“You’ve already done so much for me, I didn’t want you to worry about anything more. ”
“I don’t like this,” I said, suddenly worried for him. A sharp, aching pang of fear pierced my chest. “How can you trust these guys to honor their word? I mean, you almost got killed stealing the car. What happens if the next job is more dangerous?”
Jackson nodded his head. “That thought has occurred to me. I’ve talked to Christian about it. Even if it is worse, I don’t have much of a choice. They’ve got me over a barrel. I’ll do anything I have to in order to save my baby sister. That’s all there is to it.”
The sheer volume of love and devotion he had for his family was clear in his words, but it still terrified me. These people were basically mobsters. I was scared he’d end up hurt, arrested, or worse, dead.
“What if that’s their plan?” I said. “To keep making you do all their dirty work. You could do this forever, and they’ll never give her back.”
He let out a slow breath and smiled sadly. “Then that’s what I’ll do. At least, I’ll do it until I can figure out a way to get her back. Until then, I’ll do as I’m told, even though it pisses me off beyond belief. Here, turn around, I’ll get your back.”
I did as he asked, turning in place, my mind whirring with a million awful possibilities. Those faded a bit as he rubbed the soap into my back, his fingers slipping and sliding along my skin, even kneading the muscles of my shoulders, which pulled a groan of satisfaction from me.
“I remember that sound,” he said, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“If we had more time, you could hear it again.”
A deep, guttural animalistic growl reverberated through the shower, damn near rattling the glass of the door. I spun around.
“What the fuck was that?” I gasped.
He gave me the closest thing he had to a sheepish look. “Sorry. I…uh…shifters growl sometimes. It’s our inner animal showing emotion. Usually, it’s when we’re mad or…aroused.”
“That…” I blinked at him, then grinned. “Actually, that’s kinda hot.” I glanced down, and my grin got bigger. “I see you weren’t lying about the aroused part.”
My hand drifted close to his rapidly hardening cock, but he reached out and took my wrist gently, raising it to his mouth and kissing my palm.
“Next time,” he said. “I may be a horny dragon, but I’m a horny dragon with a job to do.”
I pouted at him, but nodded. “True. I guess it’ll give me something to look forward to.”
“Oh, I’ll definitely be looking forward to it,” he said, and leaned in to kiss me once more.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed him.
The hot water streamed down around us as our bodies pressed together.
There was no way to know what was going to come of this.
As amazing as the night before had been, I was a realist. I wasn’t in love with this man, but I knew that if things kept going this way, that would happen fairly soon.
Unfortunately, the water began to cool, and we had to get out.
We dried off and got dressed.
“Now for the awkward part,” I said as I tied my shoes.
“What’s the awkward part?” Jackson said, lifting an eyebrow in confusion.
“Okay, Mister Dragon Shifter,” I said. “I know you can smell that.”
Jackson tilted his head back and sniffed the air. “Is that…chorizo?”
“Yup. Dad’s up and making breakfast. And that,” I said, pointing at the door, “is the only exit.”
Jackson grinned. “So I get to meet the father? Intense.”
“Are you nervous?”
“Shyanne, I have the drake mafia trying to get me killed. I think I can handle a middle-aged man.”
“You haven’t met Marquel Tuyuc.” Though, in reality, Dad might be more excited than irritated by seeing me with a guy.
He’d obviously been worried I was lonely over the past few months.
Of course, it would be less awkward for them to meet over lunch or dinner rather than walking out of my apartment freshly fucked, but here we were.
As I unlocked the door and stepping out into the hall that connected my efficiency apartment to Dad’s house, the first thing I noticed was the smell.
It had been almost twelve hours since our disastrous dinner at Juan’s, and there’d been a lot of physical exertion in the hours between.
I was starving. My stomach gurgled at the thought of food.
Dad stood at the stove, stirring a chorizo and potato hash in a cast iron skillet. Beside that, eggs were frying in a smaller pan, the tops gently bubbling as they cooked. When we entered the kitchen, he didn’t look up, instead he began speaking without looking up.
“Good morning, mi bebecita,” he said happily, slapping some corn tortillas onto the flat griddle in the center of the stovetop.
“I hope you’re hungry,” he added and turned.
“I made…uh…oh.” His eyes jerked straight to the six-foot-five, two-hundred-and-forty pound wall of a man who stood in his kitchen.
Jackson nodded to my father. “Good morning, Mr. Tuyuc. Nice to meet you.”
Dad’s head snapped toward me. “Who’s your friend?”
I put a hand on Jackson’s shoulder. “Dad, this is Jackson Adelmund.” I looked up at Jackson. “This is my dad, Marquel Tuyuc.”
Jackson stepped forward, extending his hand. “I’ve heard a lot about you, sir.”
Dad took Jackson’s hand and shook, then shot me a look. “I would love to say the same thing.”
My face burned, but I continued smiling, hoping neither of them noticed my embarrassment.
“I hope you don’t mind the intrusion,” Jackson said, releasing my father’s hand.
“Intrusion?” Dad looked from Jackson to me. “I should be the one to apologize,” he said, and went back to the food, flipping the eggs and tortillas.
“How are you intruding?” I said, stepping forward to help. I scraped the hash into a plate. “This is your house.”