I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (The I Like Big Dragons Series) (23 page)

I think I need to do a lot more research.

“I think we need to take a trip to Wyoming. Our archives are there at their sanctuary. And I really need some information about just what we are going through,” I informed her. “But only after you’re well.”

She pursed her lips. “I
am
well.”

I shook my head. “You’ve been in a coma for over a week.”

She blinked. “Really? I feel like I’ve just been asleep, like a dream.”

I nodded. “Really.”

Then her eyes trailed down my body.

She cataloged everything.

The new scar above my eye, which was her scar that I’d been given, too.

The deep, dark circles underneath my eyes. The way my face looked ashen.

My unkempt appearance.

I’d lost some weight over the last week.

She saw all of it and more.

“You haven’t been taking care of yourself,” she admonished, scooting forward on her knees until she was butted up against my side.

I half smiled. “That’s because there’s a lot of sick. We had two dragons die, and with that happening it took away the rider’s ability to heal. We also have around twenty men in the infirmary,” I hesitated telling her about her friend, but I knew I needed to. Just not yet. Soon. “And I’ve been busier this week than I have been in a very long time. Patrols have been ramped up. And with some riders down, I’ve had to pick up patrols. On top of trying to spend as much time as I could with you, it’s been less than stellar.”

She moved until she straddled my thighs, and my tiredness fled.

All that I cared about right then was the way she felt in my arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked softly.

She was running her fingers along my face, across the scruffy beard, and down my jaw to angle along the crook of my neck.

“I think a massage is in order,” she whispered.

I didn’t argue with her. I’d made the mistake earlier, and she’d set me straight nearly instantly—in front of the entire freakin’ sanctuary, dragons and dragon riders alike.

I smiled and reached forward, taking the scrunched up shirt that was tucked underneath her and gently pulled it over her head.

She’d been wearing nothing but my shirt and panties for the last week.

I’d given her baths, of course, but as soon as I’d been done, I’d returned her to another clean shirt of mine and panties.

That’d been the special time together. The time where nobody bothered me.

The time where I shared with her my hopes and dreams, all the while praying she’d wake up for me and share hers with me.

She hadn’t.

But right then, with her nearly naked in my lap, I found that it didn’t hurt as much as it did then.

She hooked her own fingers in the hem of my shirt, and roughly pulled it off of me.

I blinked at the suddenness.

But then sighed when she pressed her naked chest up against mine.

Her small belly pressed against mine, reminding me once again of the life that grew there. That was already more powerful than I could ever hope to be.

And fear started to seep in, but Blythe expertly pushed it away with a sway of her hips.

Her nipples pebbled and trailed along my chest, snagging against the patch of hair in the center as her hands explored lower.

When she came to the waistband of my sweats, she slowly yanked them down until my erection sprung free.

It bounced between us a few times before she caught it and gave it a few gentle tugs.

“Keifer,” she murmured, looking up into my eyes with hers full of love.

“Yeah, baby?” I croaked.

She smiled.

“I want you to lay back, let me massage you.”

Groaning, I did what she asked, and she slowly slid off my lap.

“Get in the middle of the bed,” she ordered softly.

I put one heel into the bed and shoved, moving myself into the middle so my feet didn’t hang off the side and watched while she walked across the room and yanked one of her drawers open.

She unearthed a bottle of lotion and started to walk back to me.

My eyes were glued to her breasts.

They were bigger.

In just the week that she had been in the coma.

And her nipples were darker.

I reached upward and grasped the headboard with both hands, squeezing tightly to keep from launching myself at her.

If she wanted to give me a massage, I wasn’t going to argue.

I licked my lips, causing her to smile.

She placed the bottle on the bed beside my upraised arms and reached for her panties, giving them a small shove and pushing them to the floor.

A breath hissed out of me, and my abdomen contracted with my body’s reaction to her.

“Fuck,” I breathed as I watched her place one knee onto the bed.

Her pretty pussy lips parted, giving me an unimpeded view of her clit, and I closed my eyes.

My cock was bobbing in need, pulsing with the rhythm of my beating-too-fast heart.

When I opened my eyes again, I was momentarily distracted by the way she was sitting.

Thighs parted, ass to heels, breasts heaving.

She stared at me for long moments before she smiled and straddled my hips.

My cock, the eager bastard, jumped hard, slapping against her clit the moment she got close enough.

We both hissed, and my eyes caught hers.

She smiled as she lifted up her hips, lined my ruddy head up with her entrance, and sank down, taking me fully inside of her.

We both groaned as her wet heat surrounded my cock.

But after a few short strokes, I was fully inside of her, and stopped.

She reached forward for the bottle of lotion, inadvertently moving my cock out of her channel briefly before she resumed her position and took me back inside.

“You’re going to kill me,” I groaned, neck straining as I leaned my head back as far as I could.

The evil, sadistic soon-to-be wife of mine, laughed.

“Oh, Keifer,” she rubbed her hands together to warm the lotion. “Do you know what it feels like to have you doing things with me while I’m asleep?”

Her words jolted me, and I looked up at her as she placed her lotion covered hands on my chest and started to rub.

“You remember?” I asked softly.

She nodded. “I felt like I was in a dream, but one where I remember every word. I remember the way you washed me. The way you held me for an hour while you bathed me. I remember the way your erection felt against my ass. The way your hand felt as it ran through my folds to clean them. You even brushed my teeth. I remember everything, and I only want to return that favor.”

I groaned.

Even the thought of her being aware of that was even hotter.

She leaned forward, and my overheated cock was met with cool air once again, chilling Blythe’s juices on my dick before she went back down again.

I closed my eyes, straining to breathe.

Then she started doing something with her cunt.

“What are you doing?” I gasped, arching up as she worked her inner muscles around me.

“One of those books you read to me about childbirth. They said that you should start working your inner muscles the moment you realize you’re pregnant. The exercise is called Kegels,” she whispered, smiling down at me. “They keep the muscles tight and useful…ready for when you really need to use them.”

“God,” I groaned. “I remember reading that, too.”

Then she abruptly got off me, making me groan in defeat as my heavy, wet cock slapped against my stomach.

I opened my eyes to see her turning around.

She straddled my thighs once again and lifted herself up and wiggled her ass.

“Put your dick back inside of me, I have lotion all over my hands,” she whispered.

I let go of the metal bars of the headboard and took my cock in hand, lining it up with her entrance.

My other hand went to her pussy lips, spreading them so I could watch as she slowly sank back down.

“Oh, man,” I moaned, abs tightening as she took me in.

The erotic sight of her pussy swallowing my length nearly undid me. The only thing keeping me from coming right then was the fact that she hadn’t.

Yet.

So I started a little massaging of my own.

While she did my legs, I squirted some lotion on my own hands and started to massage her back.

As I moved lower, she started to breathe faster and faster until she was doing more grinding on my cock than massaging.

That was because I was getting closer and closer to her ass.

I swept my thumb in an arc around her asshole, massaging the lotion into her perineum and upper globes of her ass until all I was doing was circling her back entrance, but not actually touching it.

Soon she was doing more than grinding.

She was pushing back against my hands, urging me on.

I smiled as I got another squirt of lotion, lubed up my thumb, and finally let it rest right against her backdoor.

She hissed, grinding down until my cock felt like it was about to exit out of her throat.

“Godsdammit,” I breathed, thumb pushing a little harder to slip past that ring of muscle.

It popped inside, and sank in to the webbing, causing us both to groan.

Her because it felt good, and me because she’d clamped down on my cock like a vise.

“Keifer,” she urged. “More.”

Soon, my one thumb became two thumbs.

I licked my lips, wanting so bad to fill that forbidden entrance with my cock.

She’d feel perfect. I just knew it.

And she must’ve sensed my inner desires, because her next move was to lift off my cock too far, allowing my dick to fall free.

She caught it with her hands and lubed my cock up with a few pumps of her hand as she pushed my cock back into place.

Except she missed her pussy and pushed it back until it was resting against my thumbs.

I licked my suddenly dry lips.

I’d never done this before.

Of course, every male that was sexually active had the thoughts.

But I’d never been one to put it into action.

Or hadn’t…until now.

Removing my thumbs from her stretched asshole, I lined my lubed cock up with her back entrance, and about shot my load off into her before she’d even sank down.

The only thing stopping me was the stranglehold I had on my cock at the base.

And the visual stimulation of her tight asshole sinking down around my cock wasn’t helping any.

In fact, I was pretty sure it wasn’t helping at all.

Then she started to moan.

“God, Keifer. It feels like a fucking lightning bolt to my clit,” she breathed as she sank further and further down, only coming to a stop when her ass cheeks met my hand where I was still trying to stop myself from coming.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, eyes crossing at the way she clenched and unclenched on my dick.

It was an entirely different feeling, being inside of her ass.

So different, in fact, that I wasn’t sure which hole I liked better.

They both had their benefits, but the jury was still out.

“Ride me,” I croaked. “Gods, get yourself off. Rub your clit. Shove your fingers into your cunt. Just please, Gods, whatever you do, do it now because I can’t hold off.”

She started to slam down onto me, and when I felt her fingers shove inside of her sopping pussy, running up and down the length of my cock, I took over.

Mostly because I had to or I’d die.

My hand left my sides and moved up to her hips, pulling her down while she pushed.

She screamed at the added length I gave her, and then sweet Lords above she started to come.

Because I was already coming, too.

Long, hot pulses of come shot from my over engorged cock into her tight back passage.

She screamed.

I screamed.

We all screamed for ice cream.

Or something like that.

Because she’d literally fried my brain cells.

“Fuck!” I roared.

She said something too, but I was still in the process of coming back from my out-of-body experience to realize that she’d said ‘you’re breaking my hips.’

“Shit,” I flinched, letting go.

She’d have bruises in the morning, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.

Right now.

Because my brain was mushy and I felt like I could probably sleep for a month or more.

I felt her pull herself off me, but I didn’t move.

Even when I felt my come leak from her onto my ball sack.

I still didn’t move when she got a towel and cleaned me up.

Wasn’t I supposed to be doing that?

I was pretty sure I was, but couldn’t find the strength to help.

She covered me up with the comforter that I’d been using on her for a week now, and kissed me softly on the cheek, saying the same thing I’d said to her night after night.

“I love you, my dragon. Sleep tight.”

“Where are you going?” I muttered tiredly, not able to open my eyes.

I felt her smile against my lips before she gave me one final kiss.

“I’m going to see if I can help in the infirmary.”

I knew there was a good reason she shouldn’t, something I needed to tell her first, but I was too tired.

I’d think about it more tomorrow.

Blythe

One hour later

“Oh, my God,” I whispered, getting my first look at my best friend that I thought was
dead
.

“It looks pretty bad, but the wound is clean. She’s got a rocky road ahead of her, but I expect her to make a full recovery,” Skylar explained softly.

I took a deep breath, then let it out slowly before turning on my heel and stomping down the hallway.

Except I didn’t get far.

My mate was there, staring at me with soft eyes.

“You didn’t tell me!” I snapped forcefully.

He took a deep breath. “I meant to. But I was tired. You’d just woken up. It slipped my mind.”

I dropped my head and stared at my feet.

They were covered in a pair of Keifer’s huge socks.

They dwarfed my small feet.

“She’s going to be okay,” Keifer said.

I looked up at him.

“How do you know?”

He shook his head. “I don’t. I only have hope that she will. But we have some of the best technology money can buy. We have excellent care for her. She has people that love her here. Give her time.”