The bus rolled to a stop and the door opened. Their fellow passengers gathered their bags, quickly exiting the bus.
“I have noticed money is a large motivator of many things. Are human lives so dull they need to seek out dangers such as this?”
Slade stood up, following the other passengers out of the bus. Amber shrugged, staring after him. “He still thinks he’s a dragon.”
Brim waited until the last human stepped from the bus before speaking. “Amber, we are dragons, but what is more important is you.”
Her forehead scrunched as she glanced up at him. “Me? What about me?”
“You’re a dragon mate, and mine.”
Her eyes rolled, snorting her disbelief. “You’ve been reading my notes, haven’t you? You’re just playing into my fantasies, being my dragon hero.”
Brimstone turned and smiled. He took her hand and tugged her along after him. “You’ll see. As for your stories, we’ll talk about the nature of those later.”
He hoped she didn’t rip his balls off when he showed her the truth—her fantasies were closer to reality than she realised.
Chapter 6
So what, if he was a seven foot, muscled sex god, the man and his pretty friend were clearly crazy. She knew the difference between fantasy and reality even if she did indulge in fantasy with her stories. Brimstone was so unlike anything she ever encountered in the male population, notwithstanding she had much experience past her own and the ton of research on the male mind.
They were herded into boats and taken out on the muddy, Adelaide River to see some of the crocodiles. Brimstone and Slade took it all in their stride, apart from Brimstone acting like superglue. At each stop, he would hold her hand, or have his arm around her hip as they viewed large termite mounds, many of them looking like tall, grey tombstones, all facing north in the Northern Territory sunlight.
He never missed an opportunity to touch, or stroke any part of her body, keeping her on the edge of her arousal. Her nipples were tight and hard, and she swore her panties were soaked through. She knew the smug bastard was well aware of what he was doing.
Thankfully, when they reached the lunchtime stop, the Wangi waterfall and swimming hole, she managed to break away from him, heading into the ladies' bathrooms to change into a swimsuit.
“I’ll meet you down by the water.”
Brim grunted and tried to follow her into the change room. Thank goodness, Slade managed to tug him away, insisting they needed to change, too.
She was eager to swim in the cool water, not because of the climbing midday heat, but to help her overheated skin. Brimstone and Slade looked right at home in the dry heat, soaking it in like sexy sponges.
Her chest heaved in a sigh of relief when she exited the bathroom. Glancing around, she didn’t see the men anywhere. She walked down the long path to the garden area beside the falls. The garden was lush with greenery and sparkling water. The falls roared immediately beyond the pool, which was the size of a large football field. Other tourists milled around, in and out of the inviting water.
She set down her bag, spread out her towel, and slipped off her sundress, and then sat down, waiting for the men.
Several teenage girls sitting nearby started giggling, their gazes drawn up the path. Amber turned to see what they gawked at, and her mouth fell open. Oh. My. God.
Despite touching, licking, and kissing Brimstone’s amazing body, feeling every dip and hollow of his tight lines and strong muscles, the room was dark, and she had never actually seen him naked. Well, he wasn’t naked now. Black trunks covered the wonderful cock which brought her so much pleasure, but...
His bronzed skin almost gleamed in the bright sun. Every large, sleek, masculine line of both Brimstone and, walking next to him, Slade with a towel hung over his shoulder, screamed utter perfection, but what drew her attention was the equally huge tattoo of a red dragon with gleaming jewelled eyes and black mane wrapped around his upper torso. Slade had a similar tattoo, except his dragon was a shiny gold with golden hair matching Slade’s own.
Amber lost her ability to breathe while the magnificent specimens of male perfection approached, Brimstone with his usual scowl, looking none too happy. Amber stumbled to her feet and Brimstone's heated gaze ran down her pudgy length, taking in her two piece swim suit in red and black, which she wore to help hide her unseemly bulges, in an attempt to flatter her shape.
Forget form-fitting, flattering clothes in an attempt to look nice, Brimstone’s hungry look made her feel more sexy and desired than anything, or anyone ever did.
Slade whistled, snapping her attention away from her larger-than-life man. “Amber sweet, you are smokin’! Don’t you agree, Brim?”