Authors: Garland
Catherine shrugged her shoulders. “Maybe he doesn’t swing that way.”
Mia’s response was a sharp bark of laughter. “Dragon gay? Oh hell no, no damn way. For one thing, did you not just see how he was looking at you? Gay men do not look at women like that. You might as well be naked, because that man is fucking you with his eyes. You just watch and see if I’m not right.”
Catherine turned and looked at Dragon, who in turn stared her down. If that was being ‘fucked with your eyes,’ she definitely preferred the old-fashioned way, because the whole eye thing didn’t do it for her, even coming from Mr. Fire-Breathing Dragon.
When Bubba’s shut down at two a.m., the employees exited out the back door. Dragon and Cutman stood guard as Mia, Cat, Roxie, and Janet made their way to their vehicles. Catherine noted that Janet lingered, leaning into Dragon, who just shook his head no. He was barely glancing down at Janet as his eyes scanned the dark parking lot. Catherine was exhausted and so ready to get to the apartment and get a quick shower before falling into bed. And damn if these shoes weren’t coming off her feet as soon as she hit the apartment door.
“Do they always watch over us to make sure we get out of the parking lot safely?” asked Catherine as she looked at Dragon and Cutman quietly telling the girls ’bye and standing watch as they went to their cars. Catherine liked how it made her feel safe and protected.
“Yes, every night,” said Mia as she once again tried to start her car, which only made a whiney noise before not starting for the second time. “Damn it!” exclaimed Mia, striking out at the steering wheel. “You piece of sh…”
“Problem, ladies?” The one they called Cutman stood at the driver’s side door, and Dragon stood to his left. Catherine did a quick scan of the dark parking lot and noted that they were the only ones left.
“My car isn’t starting. It’s such a piece of shit!” groaned a frustrated Mia.
Cutman smiled at Mia. “Come on, hun. You’re tired. We’ll give you ladies a ride home and I’ll come back tomorrow in the daylight and have a look at the car.”
Mia hung her head in defeat.
“It will be okay, I promise.” Cutman pulled her door open and helped Mia from the car. Catherine was too drained to protest, so she climbed out from the other side and followed them. She watched as Cutman mounted a motorcycle and started it. Mia joined him on the back and off into the night they went. Dragon threw his long leg over another motorcycle and kick-started it.
“Here, put this on.” He handed her his helmet.
“What about you?” Catherine asked. “You won’t have a helmet.”
“Mia lives close by, so I’ll be fine. Just get on and hold tight,” Dragon said with a smile. It was one of those smiles that invited you to smile back. A smile that made a girl wonder what those lips would feel like on hers. Catherine pulled the helmet on and was engulfed in him. Dragon’s scent was captured in the helmet and it was like having his essence surround her.
Catherine went to throw her leg over the bike, but had a problem. Her skirt wouldn’t let her. When Dragon turned to look back at what was causing her delay, his eyebrow rose in a question. Catherine gave up the modesty fight and pulled the skirt up higher until it was almost indecent, but it was the only way she could mount the bike. There wasn’t much room on the seat and her body rubbed against Dragon’s back as she made a slow slide down his body and onto the seat. Her breasts pressed flat against his back as she wrapped her arms around his waist and the bike surged forward smoothly.
Catherine had never ridden a motorcycle before, but soon found it exhilarating. The cool air against her skin, the rumble of the powerful bike between her legs, and the feeling of being unrestricted and one with the starry night sky left her with such a feeling of freedom that she never wanted it to end.
Too soon they arrived at Mia’s apartment. When they pulled up, Mia was giving Cutman a kiss and the twosome didn’t pull apart when they heard the other bike arrive. When they came to a stop, Catherine climbed from the back of the bike and Dragon followed. He discreetly looked away as she wiggled her skirt back down into place.
“You don’t have to walk me to the door. It’s late and I’m sure you’re tired,” said Catherine.
Dragon ignored her and walked her to the door anyway. “My mama raised me better than that. I’ll walk you to the door. It’s no big deal.” By this time Mia had gone inside of the apartment, leaving the door slightly ajar for Catherine. Cutman was climbing back on his bike as they walked by.
“Good night, Kitty Cat,” he said as they passed. He chuckled and Catherine couldn’t help but smile back at him.
“Good night, Cutman, and thank you,” she replied.
When they reached the door, Dragon turned to face her, and they both glanced at Cutman, who quickly made a great show of studying the straps on his helmet before sliding it over his head, starting his bike, and riding off.
Catherine offered her hand to Dragon. He smiled. “You don’t have a pitcher of beer hidden on you somewhere, do you? I wouldn’t appreciate a beer shower right about now.”
Catherine shrugged. “As long as you don’t pinch my ass hard enough to leave a bruise, that shouldn’t be a problem.”
Dragon frowned as he took her small hand into his own. “I didn’t realize that he had hurt you.” Dragon looked concerned. “I’m sorry I should have gotten to him sooner. Promise me that in the future, you will come to me if you are having a problem. I’ll take care of it. Don’t put yourself in danger Cat. I don’t want to see you get hurt.” He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of her wrist, where the pulse beat.
Catherine felt the rough touch of his whiskers and the warmth of his moist breath a heartbeat before she felt the softness of his lips as they briefly brushed across her sensitive skin. Goosebumps spread across her flesh and she shivered. She was momentarily breathless. Deep down somewhere in her core, a drumming began it was somewhat tribal and instinctive. It was something she had never experienced before, and it spread to all parts of her body, heating and leaving them throbbing.
“Okay, I promise I will.” She managed to get out. “Will you promise me something too, Dragon?” Cat asked sweetly.
He seemed surprised by her request but answered with a nod. “If I can.”
“Promise me that you won’t be a grouch toward the woman that you saved, especially when she is trying to thank you.”
“Did I do that?” he asked with a wicked grin. That sent her heart into flutter mode.
Catherine nodded. “Yes. I was starting to think you had saved me from Bennett so you could pummel me yourself.”
For a moment Dragon seemed lost in thought as his hand reached out and he captured a lock of her hair as it lay across her shoulder and down around her breast. Cat got the feeling that for a moment he would have brought it up to inhale before he realized what he had done and quickly released it.
“Point well taken,” he whispered his voice husky and warm. “Sweet dreams, Cat.”
Dragon’s lips brushed her cheek. His warmth, his manly, spicy smell shrouded her like a soft quilt. She wanted to wrap herself up in this man, but instead turned to go inside, aware of the fact that he watched her until she was safely locked into the apartment. It was an odd feeling for her, this feeling of being protected …secure… watched over. Dragon was such an enigma. Mia said he didn’t like to fight. A former MMA fighter who didn’t like to fight? He wasn’t all he appeared, meaning that he was keeping secrets too. Dragon was so hard and tough on the outside so seemingly fearless, yet he had just kissed her wrist with so much tenderness. Did he have a soft spot? A place where maybe she could find and make her way into? A chink in his armor protected heart? Dragon was no prince charming. He was too edgy, too dark. No doubt Dragon was a man who made his own way and took no prisoners. He would accept no less from her than her everything. Could she surrender her all to the smoking-hot Dragon and not be burned in the process?
Chapter Six
“Gone! What in the hell do you mean she’s gone? I thought I told you to lock her up in her room!” yelled Douglas Washburn. His watery blue eyes narrowed and pinned Howard to the navy winged chair in his opulent office.
Howard squirmed. “We think she may have climbed out the window.”
“Idiot! I’ve been to your house. I know how high her window is! Do you think I’m fucking stupid? The girl would have broken something. She’s not actually Rapunzel. Someone had to have helped her escape. That lush of a wife of yours, maybe?”
Howard shook his head. “No, not Virginia she was…well, indisposed that night.”
Douglas stared him down. “In other words, she was drunk again. Need I remind you we had a deal? I gave you two hundred thousand dollars and my unwavering supports to help you get elected in the last congressional race and in return you promised me the girl for my wife. I have to have time to groom her to stand by my side in two years when I run for the Senate. Now you listen to me. You get your lard ass up out of my chair and you go find the bitch, and when you do, you bring her right to me. I know how to teach a woman her place.”
Howard gulped. “But, how are you planning on making her marry you? Catherine said she doesn’t want to. You aren’t going to hurt her, are you?”
Douglas narrowed his eyes. “You let me worry about that. I know how to teach a woman what is expected of her. Get the fuck out of my office and go find her. You will not renege on our deal! Or have you forgotten your little indiscretion with Lola?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll get right on it.” Howard rushed from the office, sweating profusely through his clothing and thinking he would not want to be Catherine when she was found. He had a brief moment of conscience that she might be hurt, but in light of the fact he had made a deal with the devil himself, he knew better then default on that deal. Douglas Washburn had some very damning pictures of him and a call girl that he had employed on a business trip to Vegas. Douglas had even set him up with her. Releasing those pictures would be the end of him and his political career. He had to find Catherine, and he had to find her fast.
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Douglas Washburn’s hand caressed his cock through his expensive Armani suit. Just the thought of how he would make Catherine pay made him hard. He had spotted her at a fundraiser for her worthless stepfather last year. And he knew he needed her by his side. She was stunning and would make the perfect political wife—once he had her trained, of course. He would teach her what he liked, how to please him, and if she could be used to bring him to the top, well so be it. He had no qualms about loaning her out to those who would help him reach his ultimate goal. A much younger, beautiful woman who was from the right kind of family? The old cronies would be falling all over themselves to fuck her.
He looked down at his cock and pulled it from his pants, just thinking of her long silky blonde hair falling all around his balls and those soft full lips wrapped around him made him groan. He would get her on her knees in front of him and watch as those green eyes would grow big as she sucked him off. Catherine would be begging for him to take her before he was done. He had to be careful and not mark the face, but the rest of her luscious body would be his to do with as he pleased. But for now he needed a release. He reached over and pushed the intercom on his office desk. “Ashley, could you come in here?”
“Yes, sir, I’ll be right in,” said the squeaky, disembodied voice. Within seconds his new secretary stood in front of him. He had found her on the streets of D.C., selling her body way too cheap. Douglas had spent a little money on her to train her, sending her to school to learn how to be his assistant. He had then taken her to his special room and taught her how to please him. She had proved to be a wonderful student, always more than willing to please both him and his friends. She was grateful and didn’t even mind when he got a little rough. Douglas liked them young and he liked them blonde. Ashley was paid well and she knew what was expected of her. She had already turned out to be quite the assent to him. His other clients seemed to favor her as well. It was too damn bad her family lived in government housing somewhere in Arkansas. If only she had been from a prominent family he could have taken her to wife instead.
“Lock the door and get on your knees,” he instructed. “Then suck my cock off.”
“Ohh, yes, sir.” She licked her lips, her overly made up eyes lighting up as she approached him. She was already unbuttoning her neatly pressed blouse. Large silicon tits that he himself had paid for bounced free as she lowered herself between his spread legs.
Now that’s how Douglas liked his woman. Willing and able to follow orders! When he found that bitch Catherine she would pay and pay big. But for now…
“Open wide.” Douglas commanded.
Chapter Seven
Saturday afternoon Cutman showed up at the apartment to pick up Mia. They were going to work on her car and she would be back to pick Catherine up for her shift at work. She had told her to dress sexy, because Saturday nights were their busiest and she would make a lot of money if she “dressed to impress.” So after Mia left Catherine made herself some scrambled eggs and toast, and tidied up the small apartment before jumping in the shower. She then dressed in a pair of cut-offs that, she had to admit, made her legs look long and pretty. Along with the cut-offs, she wore a pretty little T-shirt that had “Open All Night” printed on it. The soft green lettering against the white back ground showed off her green eyes and it was tight enough to hug the curve of her breasts.
She pulled her blonde hair back up into a high ponytail but this time curled the ends so it bounced around and over her left shoulder. Catherine really didn’t think she needed much make-up, but she did add some eyeliner, mascara, and a bright pink lip gloss. Satisfied with the look, she had just put in a pair of hooped earrings when a knock sounded at the door.
Catherine headed to the door, thinking Mia must have forgotten her key, but when she swung it open she saw Dragon standing in the threshold. He was once again dressed in jeans and a black t-shirt. Some spicy man scented cologne wafted in on the breeze and curled around her, and she almost closed her eyes and moaned out loud. Dragon’s eyes scanned her from the top to the bottom, but he didn’t say a word. He didn’t have to, because his eyes darkened, his mouth tightened, and Catherine felt the heat from his body. She wanted him. She wanted to feel him wrapped around her, his cock sliding into her. His lips as they worked their way down her body. Dragon was dangerous, but only dangerous to her heart.