Authors: J.K. Hudson
“Um, I don’t think that this is the time or the place,” I said.
“The time or the place is anywhere that we say it is. If you’re worried about somebody seeing us, then you don’t have to be. It doesn’t matter anyway, because we’re not going to be staying here.” He pointed to a huge yacht, out on the sparking water. He took my hand and he brought me down to the dock with a bottle of champagne in his other hand.
We took the launch out to the yacht and he showed me around. I could seriously see myself living in the lap of luxury for the rest of my life. It wasn’t just his money, but it was the way that he held himself. It didn’t hurt that he could make me scream better than any man that I’ve ever been with.
I felt the yacht turn and pick up speed. We were leaving the coast.
Regis led me downstairs. When we got down to the bedroom, the bed itself took up most of the space. He put his hands on my hips and placed his fingertip against my chest. He made me fall onto those soft silk sheets. They were blood red and such an erotic vision that I felt like I was transported into my own personal oasis. This was heaven and it became even more so, as he took his clothes off and showed me the man underneath.
His anatomy was on display and I could see that he had taken care of himself with a six pack and a body that looked like an Olympic swimmer. The way that V-shaped torso tapered down into his crotch made me want to trace it with my tongue. Instead, he held onto my shoulders and pushed himself inside my mouth. I curled my tongue around him and cradled his balls, letting him have his way with me, but also using my own expertise to draw the animal out from within.
“Angela, you don’t know how much I’ve missed this,” he said. “Most times, I have to contend with one night stands and hope to God that my dragon half doesn’t awaken.” I was actually looking forward to seeing him change and I guess I got a brief taste and wanted more. “I don’t have to worry about anything with you. You already know the truth and you’re still here and that says a lot about you, as a woman. You have character, you have style and you have your own way. A lot of people may not accept you, but I don’t give a damn.” I couldn’t really say anything with my mouth currently occupied.
I could look up at him and see that he was truly here with me and not just going through the motions. I felt that he was going to take some time and my jaws were getting a little sore after twenty minutes of trying to give him oral gratification.
I pulled away from him with a wet pop of my lips and I was now massaging my cheeks in absolute awe of his stamina.
“I should have warned you that I last longer after each subsequent climax. I really don’t think you’re going to complain, unless of course you’re going down on me for longer than necessary. I should have stopped you, but it felt too damn good. That’s no excuse for my behavior.” He had no reason to apologize. I could’ve let him go at any time, but I didn’t want to.
“Regis, this doesn’t have to be just about me and I want what we have to be a give and take. I don’t mean just in the bedroom, I mean in life to. I want to be with you in every sense of the word and I want us to experience things together. I know that you probably have done most of these things already, but I’m sure that there is something out there that you haven’t done that I can convince you to do with me.”
“Living for the last 85 years has afforded me the opportunity to play the odds. I wasn’t always rich and that took the use of my dragon instincts to pull me from obscurity.” He lifted me with ease and turned me around, so that he could kiss the nape of my neck and push on the small my back to make me bend to his will.
“Let me guide you.” He didn’t try to stop me, as I reached underneath and then I heard the sound of ripping and I looked into the mirror across me to see that he had claws with a red scaly hide. He tore my dress down the back and it separated like I was emerging from a cocoon. It was then that he gave me all of him and my arms gave out and plastered my face against the mattress. I rose up again, because I wanted to look back and see his reaction, as he took my body and pierced my womanhood.
“Angela, I don’t know what it is about you, but you make it very difficult to go more than a couple of hours without being with you. Maybe it’s a chemical reaction, or maybe we were destined to be together. Either way, we are never going to be apart.” With him deep within my womb, there was no denying that we were together.
“Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me,” I said. The lines between sex and love had blurred and I couldn’t be sure, but I was leaning on the side of love. I’m not saying the sex wasn’t spectacular, because it was that and something else entirely. I saw his wings emerge and then he turned me and we floated up to the ceiling, where the skylight opened up and we were now airborne above the ship, high up above the water. We went higher up and farther out to sea. The coastline was far away, so no one there could see us. Regis was doing everything he could to stop the contortions of his face, but the rest of him, not including his other more prominent asset was now fully immersed, as the dragon.
He was holding me and he was giving me a stick of dynamite that was truly pronounced from his midsection. My silky insides were the match and I lit the fuse and waited for the final culmination. This was like nothing anybody has ever experienced and the rushing of the air and the look on his face caused me to ripple along the length of him. It gave him the encouragement to go off like a hose.
I don’t know how far we were up, but soon he turned and we went back to the boat. He knew exactly how to get there and I found out later that they have a unique radar that gives them a special kind of GPS unit inside their own brain.
When we landed back on the bed, his wings retracted and he lay down beside me and it was then that I passed him my phone. “I want you to delete this.” He looked to me like he wanted to make sure that that was my decision. “I’m serious I don’t want anybody to even get an inkling that you are really a dragon shifter.” He nodded his head and just like that the video was gone.
I traced the muscles on his chest and I heard him breathing heavy and looked up to see that he had fallen into a deep slumber. It must have taken a lot out of him to fly around with the added weight of me hanging on him the entire time. I put my head against his chest and the only thing that I could think about was that I was the luckiest woman in the world.
THE END
Bonus Story 8 of 10
My doorbell rang at nine o’clock sharp. I was already starting to like this security guy. He sure was punctual. I hurried downstairs from the second floor family room and through the living room to the foyer. Before I opened the door I quickly checked outside through the peephole, just to be sure. The warped view displayed an intimidating-looking guy in a sharp black suit.
“Who is it?” I asked tentatively. Even though I was pretty sure I knew who it was, I could never be too careful.
“It’s Erik Holman, I’m with Holman Security, we spoke last night?” He looked up, directly into the peephole, as if he knew I had to be looking through it. I unlocked the door and opened it, welcoming him into the house.
“It’s nice to meet you mister Holman,” I said and shook his hand briefly. I shut the door behind him and then studied him a bit more closely since he was inside. He was really big, tall and muscular to match his impressive frame. The suit he wore fit him snugly and it was hard not to admire. Erik Holman was an attractive guy that was for sure, not just because he obviously spent time in the gym, but he had such classically handsome looks. He reminded me eerily of James Dean. He had the same silky, soft-looking brown hair, plump lips, and square jaw. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of hazel-brown.
I realized belatedly that Erik had asked me something, so I pulled myself together. This guy was going to potentially work for me, and anyway with looks like his, he probably already had a girlfriend, or fiancée, or wife. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that?” I said. I looked at him expectantly as I tried to hide my chagrin for having stared at him like an idiot.
“I said it’s nice to meet you too, Miss King,” he said. Erik smiled at me almost knowingly and I wanted to groan in embarrassment – he knew I had been staring at him for his looks.
“So um…how about we have the interview in the kitchen?” I said lamely. I turned on my heel and led him through the living room and into the kitchen. He sat down at the eat-in table situated under the window that looked out over my back yard.
“You have a really nice home, Miss King. I can imagine you do quite well for yourself,” Erik observed as he studied the recently redone backyard. There was a deck with all the furniture one would need to entertain outside. Below the deck was a garden and path that led to the pool and patio.
“Thank you, I just had the house renovated. It’s a family home, my great grandparents bought the land and built a little shack on it really, then the house expanded through the years,” I told him. Erik smiled to himself before he turned his full attention towards me, looking at me expectantly. Right, I was supposed to be interviewing him.
“I’m sorry, I’ve never had to really…hire security before. I don’t know how this whole interviewing thing is supposed to go,” I admitted. Erik smiled kindly at me and my heart did a little hop skip and jump at how beautiful his smile was.
“It’s alright ma’am, take your time. You can ask me anything, or tell me about your situation and I’ll tell you how I’d plan to handle it,” he suggested. I breathed a little sigh of relief. He’d made things much easier for me.
“Okay…um, but before I start do you want anything? Maybe some coffee or water?” I needed some coffee at least, I hardly got through the morning hours without at least two cups.
“If you have it brewed already, I wouldn’t mind some coffee,” Erik said politely. I asked him how he liked his coffee and prepared us both a cup before I joined him at the kitchen table.
“So…I guess I’ll give you some background as to
why
I need security, after I ask a few questions,” I told him. I had his full attention as he looked at me expectantly. “How did you get into the security business?” I asked harmlessly enough.
“Well, I used to be a Navy SEAL. I served for the full six years. My father was a SEAL and he started the security business after he’d served his time for the Navy. Once my enlistment was up I decided to join his security firm and he made me a team leader. I have four guys who are also highly trained, all ex-military,” Erik’s response was perfect. I needed highly trained guys for what I was dealing with.
“So how long have you been working for your father as a team leader?” I asked as a follow up.
“It’s going on four years now, so there’s no shortage of experience with me and my team,” Erik said confidently. He took a sip of his coffee and I chewed my lip while thinking about how I would present my situation.
“So I…have this ex-boyfriend—he’s sort of…well he’s an arms dealer honestly. Of course I could never prove it. For one, because he’s very careful about what he does, and two because he would probably have me kidnapped and locked up in some tower in Guadeloupe.”
I studied Erik’s features as he digested this.
“He’d have you locked up, instead of killed?”
I nodded, Erik was smart to have picked up on that small detail.
“Yes, in his own twisted, demented way, he really does love me and thinks I’m the only girl for him. He’s
very
controlling and as you can guess, not even breaking up with him will get him to leave me alone,” I gripped my coffee mug tightly in my hands. Just talking about Christopher made me anxious, as if he might pop up out of the cabinets.
“Miss King, I can assure you, my team and I have a very high percentage of success with handling cases like yours. We can protect you from this creep,
and
get him behind bars,” Erik assured me. His gaze was steady and confident, I smiled at him in relief.
“You’ve got the job,” I said. Erik smiled and shook my hand to accept the job. I just really hoped he was as good as he said.
*****
“So I’ll just explain to you how the team operates before I call them over here. Your case is urgent, and I don’t want to leave you unprotected; anything could happen in a short amount of time. Especially with someone as unpredictable and volatile as you’ve described your ex to be,” Erik went into a sort of alpha mode, gone was the relaxed guy on a job interview, Erik was now a full blown ex-SEAL protector.
“Like I said, I have four men on my team, not including me. One is responsible for surveillance at any place you frequent for long periods of time. For instance, your home and your job. Anywhere Christopher could recognize as your routine stops during the bulk of the week. Another of my men is basically going to be your driver. You will never take a same route twice to get where you need to go, but don’t worry, you’ll always be on time. The two remaining men will be responsible for tracking Christopher, making sure he isn’t following you or preparing to act violently against you, while simultaneously getting all the evidence they need to put this guy away for good.” I took a deep breath when Erik paused to let this all sink in. His team sounded like a well oiled machine.
“I’ll be acting as your personal body guard; don’t worry I won’t be like an annoying tail. I’ll make sure you get to and from locations safely, then I’ll make sure the areas are safe for the duration of your visits. If there is a tense situation, or Christopher is proving bold, then I’ll have to stick to you like a second skin.” Erik explained everything calmly and gave me a moment to digest everything. We sat in comfortable silence while sipping our coffee.
“Okay, I’m very confident in you guys,” I said, and smiled at Erik. His lips quirked upward and he inclined his head towards me.
“I appreciate that, Miss King. So can you tell me what exactly made you feel you need protection?” Erik sat forward in his seat and I took a deep breath.
“Well, after we broke up last week...Christopher—he sent me these letters. They were love letters at first, then they became threatening. He threatened my life, swore to kidnap me when I least expected it. He wrote that he would…that he would ruin me for any other man. So that I’d only ever be his…” I trailed off as my mind flooded with the memories of reading those horrible letters, left taped to my door day after day.
When I had found out that Christopher was an arms dealer, I started to pull away from him. But that caused him to hold on to me even tighter. He had me constantly watched and followed by his men, he even had me witness one of his deals to see how ‘strong’ he was.
Christopher had beaten some man to a pulp over a discrepancy in payment. After that I left him for good and I’ve been terrified ever since. Today was the first day that there wasn’t letter on my door and I didn’t even want to think about what that could mean.
“I promise to protect you with everything I have, Miss King. You’re safe with us and soon you won’t have to give that Christopher creep a second thought,” said Erik, his eyes fixed on mine. I nodded and took a deep breath. I was confident Erik would protect me and knew I was safe with him.
Erik called his team over after we finished out coffee. I met John the surveillance guy, Paul the driver, and Nick and Stephan the guys who would watch Christopher and gather evidence on him. They were all physically intimidating and as I met each of them I began to feel more secure. I showed John to a spare room off of the stairs leading to the basement. There wasn’t much in it as I couldn’t think of what to do with the room. He set up all his surveillance stuff in there and wired the house.
It was happening. Erik and John would basically be living with me until Nick and Stephan could take care of the threat.
I had to answer a bunch of questions to give both Nick and Stephan the information they needed to get started. The rest of the morning went by in a whirlwind. Thank goodness it was a Sunday; if I had called Erik’s firm a day later I would have never been able to make the time for all of the preliminary stuff they had to do. My job was demanding and work never seemed to leave me with much spare time. I was a financial manager for Neil & Lowman, one of the most popular name brands in apparel and handbags, not to mention a Fortune 500 company. Managing the company’s finances with the rest of the financial team was no easy feat.
“We’re all set Miss King, your house is back to normal, mostly,” said Erik, sticking his head into my office. “John has moved on to the Neil & Lowman building so he could set up a system with the security there.”
*****
“Thanks Erik, I really do feel a bit better now that you guys are here and things are moving. Oh by the way, you can call me Tanya. Miss King is so formal,” I joked, and Erik smiled with a brief nod.
“Tanya is a pretty name. How long has your family lived in Savannah?” Erik sat down in one of the seats on the other side of my desk. This used to be my dad’s old office and I couldn’t bring myself to remodel this room when I’d done all the renovations. My parents had died shortly after returning from a missionary trip to Uganda. They caught malaria and weren’t able to get the necessary care to completely rid it from their systems.
“We’ve been in Savannah for just over one hundred years,” I said. “My great grandparents bought this land from the plantation owners they used to work for. The original owners went bankrupt and couldn’t keep up with the tax on their land, they had to sell off parts of it, so…here we are still. Well…here I am. My grandparents live in Boca and my parents passed away a few years ago…” I didn’t know why I was telling Erik so much; I guess I just felt that comfortable around him.
“This house certainly does have a lot of history then,” said Erik. “My own farm has been in the family for four generations. I have three other siblings though, so there’s always a ‘discussion’ as to who will get the house and the ranch after our parents,” Erik chuckled fondly as he thought about his own family.
As I studied Erik’s features again – just because he was so handsome, and why not? – I found myself imagining the type of woman he’d most likely marry. Probably some Georgia peach with curly blonde hair, a perfect heart-shaped face and soft white skin.
Then I wondered what Erik’s type was. I was told time and time again, how beautiful I was. I had my mom’s soft, feminine features. Almond shaped eyes, a small slope of a nose, plump lips soft chin and jaw line. I inherited my blue eyes and curly hair from my father. My hair was light brown; a mixture of my mother’s dark hair and father’s blonde. My skin was lighter than my mom’s dark chocolate colored skin. I was more of a caramel. My skin and eyes were tell-tale features that I was mixed.
My mom had often told me about how she and my father fell in love. My father was on his way to being district attorney and my mom was just starting off as a prosecuting attorney. They met while working on a case together and fell in love.
Of course my mom’s parents were skeptical at first of her wanting to marry a white man, but my dad was a great guy and anyone could see how much he loved my mom. I always hoped to find a love like theirs one day.
A subtle beeping alarm snapped me out of my reverie and Erik stood up with a sense of calm focus and control.
“It just means someone is on your porch,” he reassured me while pulling out a cellphone-sized monitor from his pocket. He glanced down at it and gestured for me to stay where I was before quickly walking from the room. He came back a short while later with a white envelope in his hand. My blood ran cold as I stared at it. It was another letter from Christopher.
“I’m guessing he has more to say. Do you want me to throw it away, or do you want to read it?” I held my hand out for Erik to pass me the envelope. I’d been holding a book. I sat the book on the table, and carefully opened the envelope to pull out the single page of stationary.