I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (The I Like Big Dragons Series) (13 page)

Since it was daylight, we hadn’t had the light on.

Therefore, when we got inside the large garage, it was pitch black and I couldn’t see a freakin’ thing.

Squeezing Keifer a little more tightly, I waited with bated breath to see what we were going to do next.

When the engine turned off, the noise in the cavernous space was nonexistent, almost making my ears hurt with the lack thereof.

“What’s going on?” I asked quietly.

Or at least tried to.

The whisper echoed off the walls of the garage, and I blinked as I heard a couple of deep chuckles.

Closing my eyes, I willed there to be light when I opened them again and was pleased to see that there was as my eyelids parted.

“Good girl,” Keifer said, patting my leg.

I blinked.

“What?” I asked in confusion.

“I wanted you to light the way. So I told them not to,” he muttered, easing off the bike.

Reluctantly, I let him go, and rose as well as I asked, “Them who?”

Then I saw ‘them.’

Nikolai, I knew.

The other four gigantic men, I didn’t.

All of them were really big guys, so when I say gigantic, I mean
big
.

All of them were nearly Keifer’s height, and they were all quite muscular, also like Keifer.

What made them differ from Keifer was that they seemed almost meaner.

Less approachable.

And they were all wearing something similar to what Keifer had on.

They must’ve really been a bona fide motorcycle club.

I looked around, half expecting to see club whores like they had on Sons of Anarchy, but I didn’t see a soul.

Five men were staring at me, as if I was an intruder into the space that should only be occupied by people with testicles.

Nikolai was the first to speak.

“Blythe.”

That was it.

That was all he said. One single word, and it had zero inflection, so I couldn’t tell if it was a ‘Hi, Blythe, happy to see you’ or rather a ‘Blythe, I can’t believe you’re here. You suck.’

So, settling for neutral. “Nikolai.”

He didn’t smile, per se, but I could see his eyes sparkle slightly.

The man at his side, a blonde behemoth with a smile that would make a killing on a toothpaste commercial, ordered, “Introduce us.”

Keifer snorted. “From left to right you have Nikolai, Ford, Alaric, Jean Luc and Dorian.”

That was it.

Just names.

And none of them said hi.

Fun shit right here!

So, like the stubborn ass I was, I didn’t say anything either.

Instead, I crossed my arms across my chest, and widened my stance for comfort. Then stared right along with them.

We continued this for a few long moments before Keifer sighed.

“They’re testing you, Blythe,” Keifer explained.

“Hmmm,” I surmised. “That’s cool. Do you think I could go sit down somewhere and read? I have a new book that was delivered to my Kindle today, and since I can see this isn’t going to go any further than this, I’d like to do that now, please.”

He rolled his eyes, and I heard a few deep chuckles from the men, causing me to turn back to them with a scowl.

The blonde that’d spoken earlier had a smirk on his face. “Running already?”

Wanting nothing more than to smack that smirk off his face, I did what any sane girl would do, I walked forward and poked him in the chest.

“Do you have a problem with me?” I snapped.

His eyes widened slightly.

“No,” he said finally.

“Then why are you being so rude?” I asked.

He outright laughed. “I like her, Dragon. She’ll do.”

With that, he left, disappearing out into the back somewhere.

That’s when I saw him.

A man in the shadows.

“Who’s that?” I whispered to Keifer.

Keifer looked to where my eyes were pointing and grimaced.

“That’s Ian. And you aren’t ever to be alone with him, do you understand?” He stated firmly.

I blinked. “Uhh, yeah.”

What the hell?

Was this Ian guy a psycho or something? And if he was, what the hell was he doing here?

“I’ll tell you about it tonight,” he mumbled, standing up tall and firmly at the same time grabbing my hand with his. “I just wanted you to meet the guys, and I needed to pick something up from my office here.”

“What is this place?” I asked him, following behind him dutifully.

“The back of the shop where I do all my mechanic work and customization. This place isn’t on the map, and only a few people know where this place is,” he explained gruffly.

“Keifer,” Nikolai called from behind us. “Got a sec?”

Keifer nodded and turned to me. “Go have a seat at the desk. I’ll be there in a second, okay?”

I nodded. “Sure.”

He turned and left, and I found myself in a large office that looked more like a man cave than an office.

There was a bar towards the back of the room with bar stools lining it, and a freaking couch and recliner.

A small desk was in the very corner with a very large chair that looked like it could fit three of me very comfortably.

Then there was the bathroom and shower area that had no walls surrounding it.

“Wow,” I said, surprised.

Moving toward the one door in the entire place, I opened it to find a plain room with a large table in the middle of it.

Large wooden chairs surrounded the table, and as I moved closer to it, I was surprised to see that in the beautifully spun wooden legs, there looked to be intricately carved dragon scales running along the entire length.

The table itself was beautiful, and so slick.

Running my hands over it, I admired the craftsmanship.

“Wow, this is freakin’ beautiful,” I murmured in awe.

“Thanks,” a man muttered, startling me.

I jumped and looked up to find the man from earlier, Ian, the one from the shadows, standing across from me, having come through a different entrance than I’d taken.

“You made this?” I asked in surprise, completely ignoring Keifer’s earlier warning in my admiration.

“Yeah,” he answered simply.

“You did amazing work. My grandfather was a woodworker. He used to make patterns for companies that would use them as molds for all kinds of things. He was fairly amazing,” I told him. “Woodworking takes some real talent.”

“Grandfather dead?” He asked bluntly.

I shook my head. “No. He has dementia. He’s at a senior care facility downtown. They let him work in their wood shop when he’s lucid.”

He blinked. “What’s his name?”

“Wendell Wyatt.”

“
The
Wendell Wyatt? As in Wendell Wyatt Patterns?” The man asked in awe.

I nodded. “That’s him. Do you know him?”

He nodded briskly. “Wendell Wyatt is what other woodworkers in the business strive to be. Everybody knows him.”

I smiled happily, remembering my grandfather’s earlier days, when he was happy and clear-headed.

“I’m glad he’s remembered,” I whispered.

“What are you doing in here, Blythe?” Keifer asked carefully from the doorway behind me.

I turned to find Keifer staring over my head at Ian with suspicion.

“I was just looking,” I told him worriedly.

Was I not allowed to do that?

“Come on. I got my papers. It’s time to go,” he said, not saying a word to Ian.

I gave Ian a small wave. “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded, his dark black hair bobbing with the movement.

And his beautiful, nearly translucent, blue eyes took me in as I nodded back.

“Same.”

Keifer slammed the door behind me, startling me.

“What?” I asked, crossing my arms.

“I told you to stay away from him,” he growled.

I shrugged.

“I can take care of myself,” I defended.

He narrowed his eyes.

“Oh yeah?” He stalked forward.

I nodded, taking steps back as he prowled ahead.

My knees met the back of his desk, and he stopped when our knees touched.

Then, without warning, he snapped his hands forward and captured my wrists, swinging me around and slamming my chest against the top of the desk.

“Eeek!” I squeaked in surprise.

He didn’t hurt me, but the suddenness of it all had me breathless.

“So tell me how you can take care of yourself,” he snarled.

I blinked in surprise at the ferociousness of his tone.

“Keifer, what’s going on?” I asked, worry starting to seep into my voice.

“You said you could take care of yourself. Show me. Nothing you can do, magic wise, can hurt him, though. He’s got the same powers as me. Fuck, I don’t even know what all he has. But I know for a damn fact you can’t defend yourself adequately against me or anybody else of my caliber. Trust me.”

That’s about when I started getting mad and began to struggle.

When I took in a deep inhalation to scream, I found myself suddenly unable.

Or, more like, I was screaming, but no sound was coming out.

“Impressive, huh, what one person can do?” Keifer asked suddenly, pushing his hard cock into me.

He was getting off on this!

What the ever-loving-fuck?

“What’s your fuckin’ deal?” I asked, pushing back against him.

My body, the shameless bitch that it was, was getting off on his show of power, too.

Which explained why, when I pushed back, I also ground myself into his cock, causing him to laugh, which only pissed me off all the more.

“Get off me,” I grunted, turning my hip sharply to the right and dropping my body weight to the opposite side.

He grunted in surprise, caught off guard, and dropped me.

I fell hard, slipping in between the desk’s legs and his, before sharply twisting and rolling over to my side and onto my back.

He looked down at me before smiling wickedly.

Then I couldn’t move.

Literally.

Every part of my body was frozen, and I watched in horror as he straddled my body with his knees, then bent down to run his tongue down the length of my neck.

That’s when I found that my voice still worked.

Mostly because I moaned.

“Jesus,” I breathed. “What are you doing to me?”

He chuckled, running his fingers down my sides.

I could still
feel
everything, I just couldn’t
move
.

“I have things I could teach you that would do the same, but then I’d be at your mercy instead of the other way around,” he teased, moving his hands up the sides of my belly to hook at the hem of my scrub top.

Then he shoved the bra and scrub top upward, exposing my breasts to his hungry mouth.

And I made a promise to myself, right then, that I would learn all his secrets, and use them against him. One pleasurable inch at a time.

I forgot all about the promises to myself, to others, to anyone, because he sucked my nipple into his hot mouth, rendering me unable to think.

“Jesus,” I breathed, trying to arch up into his mouth and finding that I could.

I tested out the same theory with my hands, and found myself lifting them to tangle my fingers in his hair.

Followed by my legs lifting high around his waist as I arched up and into him.

His erection ground down into my pussy, hitting my clit through my thin scrub pants with every rock of his body.

“Please,” I breathed.

“Please what, princess?” He asked, releasing my nipple to switch to the other one.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded, shoving my pants down and kicking them off in once smooth move.

He chuckled, giving my nipple a final flick with the tip of his tongue before he jackknifed up and ripped the front of his pants open.

His throbbing, angry erection popped free, and I licked my lips in anticipation.

The tattoos at my wrist started to pulse, and I held my hands up in between us, flabbergasted. “They fucking move?”

An animalistic growl emerged from his throat, and I forgot all about my hands—and breathing—when his hard length surged inside my opening.

The massive cock of his filled me to overflowing, and I could feel my vagina burn as it tried to accommodate his size for a second time in six hours.

My poor vagina hadn’t ever seen this much action, let alone a cock of Keifer’s size.

Keifer growled as my cunt started to convulse around him, desperate to expel him.

I moaned and thrust my hips in the air, allowing him to sink just a smidge deeper.

When he still couldn’t get the depth he wanted, my legs went up in the air and over his shoulders, and I nearly passed out from the scream that left me.

Throwing back my head, I exhaled in excitement and fear as he hit a part of me I’d never known existed.

Keifer!

He growled against my lips as he licked the seam, running the tip of his tongue along the strawberry flavored lip gloss that coated my lips.

Take it, Drakina. Let me feel that sweet cunt of yours pulse around my cock until you and I are the only things that matter in this world.

His hard shaft started to tunnel in and out of me as he smashed my legs even further forward with his large torso.

My eyes closed, which I thought was a good thing because I was likely doing the whole eyes rolling into the back of your head thing while he fucked the ever loving hell out of me.

My hands moved down until I cupped my ass, helping hold in place so he would continue hitting that spot that had me climbing higher and higher.

He pummeled me, his hips slapping a steady staccato against the back of my thighs.

His balls were swinging hard as well, knocking against the pucker of my ass with each thrust, and sending a delicious little thrill coursing through me with each swing.

The slick sounds of my sex opening itself for his invading cock filled my ears as I tried to look down at where we were connected.

Disappointed that I couldn’t see I said, “Lean back so I can see us.”

His eyes, which had been on the bounce of my breasts, snapped up.

I saw the fire building there, and I smiled.

He leaned down, too, pushing my legs almost to the limit as he brushed his lips against my own before he went up to his knees and opened my legs wide, allowing me to see almost everything.