12. Chapter Twelve
Chapter Twelve
No fucking way. I didn’t know why any of this surprised me at this point, but it did.
Dragon led me out of the room where, apparently, they kept prisoners and straight to the Doc to wrap up my hand. It wasn’t broken, just a little sprained, but it still hurt like hell. It had become an afterthought until now.
I felt like I was in a fog when that guy talked about me being sold to a man in Oakland. I knew right away what the problem was. Why these men were hell-bent on taking me.
They thought I was Jevry.
It had been about a week after her ordeal that she called me and told me what her ass of an ex, Ross Maynor, had done. And how Stanton had come for her and killed the guy who’d bought her.
That had to have been Elias Onassis. Dragon pulled me into a room and closed the door.
I hadn’t even noticed we’d walked through the clubhouse after the doctor had wrapped my two outer fingers in the office Dragon had taken me to earlier, and up the stairs. Now that I was in the present again, I took the opportunity to scan my surroundings. It was less personal in this room, but I knew it was his. It smelled like him, along with a strong hint of alcohol, but not so overpowering that I couldn’t smell his cologne. It was actually heady.
“Tell me,” he ordered, sitting on the edge of the bed waiting.
I decided to stand. I leaned against the dresser, which probably didn’t have more than some underwear and white and black t-shirts.
I took a deep breath before I recounted to him what happened to Jevry. I know it wasn’t my business to tell, but I supposed it was pertinent to what happened to me.
“So, they think you’re Jevry? Why?” he asked.
I started to say I didn’t know, but that would be lying. We looked enough alike that we could be twins. I held my hand out for his phone. He smirked, then handed it over unlocked. I looked through his apps, but he didn’t have any social media, so I searched my name. Some of my social media pictures appeared. I found the perfect one of Jevry and me that we took the week before she moved to Fremont. I handed Dragon back his phone.
“Shit,” he muttered, looking at me and then back down at the picture. “You two could be twins.”
I nodded. “There are some very obvious differences, but you only know them if you know us.”
“So, they think you’re your cousin,” he reasoned, more to himself than to me, but I answered him anyway.
“Yes, but what I can’t figure out is how they knew I was in New Orleans. Do you think they just saw me at the airport or something?”
Dragon was quiet for a moment while he thought about what I said. “It’s a possibility. I’m not going to speculate until I talk to the son of a bitch.”
“The guy I danced with…” I swallowed, and my eyes stung with the tears I got so tired of holding back. It was exhausting. Hell, I was exhausted. My hands quickly wiped the tears from my cheeks, and just as quickly, I found myself in Dragon’s arms and I forgot what I was about to tell him.
I buried my face into his chest and sobbed like I did earlier when we pulled over. I hated feeling weak. I hated to let anyone see me cry, but for some reason, with this man, it didn’t matter. I wasn’t afraid to show the weaker side of me. I felt safe showing him the vulnerable and fragile parts of me. It was laborious trying to be strong for everyone all the fucking time.
“You don’t have to be strong for me,” he mumbled into my hair, his hot breath hitting my scalp, causing my curls to rustle and tingles to spread throughout my body. “Let me carry some of the load.”
I fell into a man whose name I didn’t even know. All I knew was that his lips on mine were enough to crave. To have me snaking my hands under his t-shirt and touching the taut abs I suspected he hid. His muscles clenched at my touch, and his lips desperately searched for mine when I placed a soft kiss right over his heart.
His kisses.
Oh my God, his kisses. The man could teach a class on how to drench panties with just the pressure of his soft lips. He bit my bottom lip when he broke our kiss.
“I’m not going to lie to you,” he groused, and the raspiness of his voice caused my core to flutter. “I want to bury my dick so deep inside of you that every time you open your mouth to speak, it’s my name on your lips.”
I shivered at his declaration and moaned. A far cry from his name, but it was a sound I didn’t often make from just dirty talk. I wanted this man. I wanted him like nothing or anyone ever before. I didn’t even know I liked dirty talk.
“You like the sound of that?” he asked, kissing down my jaw then my neck.
I moaned again when I found him toying with the hem of the t-shirt I borrowed from him. He untied the knot at the small of my back and slipped it over my head, breaking our contact for only a few seconds. Then he dove right back in. This time, the kiss was desperate and hungry. A sign he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
I concentrated on the sensation of his hands roaming my body. His fingers ran up and down my sides. My stomach clenched as he moaned into my neck, searching for the hook to my bra.
“This has got to come off,” he growled, then there was a soft snick, and my bra was loose.
Out the corner of my eye, I saw him sheath his knife. He’d literally cut my bra in half. I didn’t have time to protest the rude treatment of my underclothes before his hands palmed my full breasts. And when his mouth descended on my nipple, my hand went to the back of his head, feeling the feathery fuzz of his hair, holding him in place.
Normally, my nipples weren’t an erogenous zone for me, but Dragon’s hot mouth covering them, his tongue flicking across them, made me rethink what places on my body were my spots. When both nipples were hard enough to his satisfaction, he moved down my body, placing a series of slow kisses down to my stomach. I writhed under his touch. It was somehow too much and, at the same time, not enough. I wanted him to touch me everywhere, even though his touch caused fire to zip through my whole body. My fingers tangled in the long tresses on top of his head as he went down on one knee.
I ignored how him on bended knee made my heart race.
Dragon’s kisses ceased long enough for him to shrug off his leather vest before his hands moved to the waist of his sweats I’d rolled up. They fell to my ankles along with my soaked panties.
“Fucking beautiful,” he whispered as his eyes peruse every inch of my body.
I felt exposed and vulnerable, but the look in Dragon’s eyes put all the doubt inside me to rest.
“Fucking curves for days,” he said and squeezed the place where my thigh bone meets my hips.
Somehow, my shoes were off, and he turned me towards the mirror, my back to his chest.
“Look at us,” he mumbled in my ear.
I slowly lifted my eyes to the mirror. I gasped at what I saw. His eyes had turned a darker green, almost a mix between his regular moss green and a forest green. But we are beautiful together. Our tattoos. My curves to his muscles. His olive skin, indicating he’d obviously stayed in the hot New Orleans sun and my maplewood complexion. We looked like we belonged together.
When his lips touched my skin again, I couldn’t concentrate on anything else any longer. The tingles running over my body as his hands traveled downward took all comprehension away from me. All I could do was feel. His hands moved down until he reached the apex of my thighs. My legs opened slightly so he’d have better access to where I wanted him to be. He grazed my clit, and my hips bucked of their own accord.
“You like that, baby?” he asked again. “You want me to play with your clit, or do you want me to fuck you? Bend you over this dresser so you can watch me take you in the mirror.”
I moaned.
Fuck I loved his filthy mouth. So much so that I found myself grounding my ass against his erection that was still covered in his jeans. I had to admit that the friction was delicious and only heightened my arousal.
“Fuck me,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure if he was really asking me which I preferred, but I thought I’d make sure I got what I wanted out of this unexpected situation, and that was getting my brains fucked out by this dangerous, gorgeous man.
His body shook against my back as he chuckled.
“As you wish, baby.”
He backed away from me. I turned around to watch him undress. The man hid all types of muscles under those clothes, and I wanted to see how far the tat running up his neck went down his body.
“Nope, turn around,” he ordered. “You can watch in the mirror.”
I started to protest but clamped my mouth shut when he cocked his eyebrow at me.
Fucking bossy.
And I fucking loved it. I watched Dragon in the mirror as he began to undress. The anticipation of seeing this man zipped through my veins. I was so ready for him. I could tell this experience would be unlike any I’d ever had before, and I couldn’t wait.
***
She was fucking gorgeous. That was the only way I could describe the goddess standing in front of me, watching me undress in the mirror. I could smell her fucking arousal, and every time our eyes caught one another in the mirror, I could see just beyond her lowered lashes that her pupils were blown, as were mine.
I flung my t-shirt off and toed out of my boots, trying to be sensual and sexy, but my mind was pushing me to hurry the fuck up and bury my dick inside her. My belt quickly came undone then I kicked my jeans to the side. My eyes flicked to hers in the mirror after I’d got a peek of her glistening pussy when she leaned forward on the top of the dresser. She probably didn’t even realize how provocative she looked standing like that.
I palmed my dick, my gaze roaming over her luscious ass. My dick twitched, ready to take the plunge.
“You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” I groused, taking a step towards her. Lyra wiggled her ass in the air, and I fucking growled.
Maybe she did know what she was doing.
“Long and languid later,” I promised, “but right now, I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside of you.”
She reached back, chest flush with the dresser, and spread her goddamned cheeks. Lord, help me.
“I don’t want long and languid right now, Dragon.”
“It’s Beau,” I interrupted, still tugging on my cock.
“What?” her brows scrunched.
“Call me Beau. Dragon is for those who don’t know me,” I claimed.
Granted, she didn’t know me, but that was semantics. She’d know all of me in a few.
Lyra nodded. “I don’t want long and languid right now, Beau. I asked you to fuck me.”
There was a sugary, sweet smile on her face that opposed the mischievousness in her eyes when we gazed in the mirror at one another.
I groaned because where had this woman been all my fucking life. I replaced one of her hands with my own and squeezed her ass cheek, then surged forward, burying myself to the hilt. The impact was so forceful that the dresser's back hit the wall.
I paused, blowing out a breath so the sensation of being in her warm, wet pussy could wash over me. I could feel my balls drawing up already, but I refused to come like some teenager that had never had pussy before.
I slid all the way out. Her groan made me smirk. She was loving the feeling just like I was. I surged into her again, this time setting a rhythm that wouldn’t cause me to blow too soon. I squeezed her hip. Our eyes met in the mirror. I wanted her to stay with me. Her eyes rolled and fluttered close as I grazed her clit.
“Stay with me, baby,” I rumbled in her ear as I leaned forward, covering her back. I licked her shoulder as I rammed into her over and over again, careful to keep the stimulation on her clit until, finally, I could feel the tell-tale sign of her impending climax.
Her pussy fluttered, then gripped me, then she relaxed her walls and opened wide as she pushed back onto me, upping the pressure at the base of my shaft and balls. I looked down where our bodies met, her fluttering pussy around my dick—her walls gripping me—the shit almost made me come undone. Her moans grew louder. The circular motions of my fingers on her clit continued, and then I watched as her pussy erupted around me. It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life—her warmth encasing me, pulsing as she came, then milking me, pulling a hard grunt from my throat until I was spent.
I slumped over her back, careful not to put all my weight on her, but at the same time, feeling the weakness of my arms and legs as they almost gave way.
I pulled out of Lyra, fascinated at the sight of my seed dripping between her thighs. I helped her stand, cradling her back to my chest, then turning her to face me. I kissed her forehead as she leaned into me. My hands went under her cheeks, and I lifted her.
“Put your legs around me,” I murmured into her ear. A shiver ran through her body, and I smirked, then kissed her on her neck as she did as I asked.
“Good girl.”
Lyra moaned, and I chuckled as I carried her to my bed, pulling the covers back and then settling her in the middle. I settled in behind her, pulled the cover over her, and nuzzled into her neck, letting her curls fall over my face. I breathed this beautiful, unbelievable woman in, and everything fell into place. Lyra was it for me. I knew there would never be another woman I’d ever want in my life. Not after meeting her. Not after knowing what it felt like to kiss her lips, to know what it felt like to be inside of her.
No, I wasn’t giving her up for nothing or no one. I was a goner.