Dragon Down Under(19)

He nudged his friend.

Brim’s growly 'she’s mine' sent renewed erotic shivers down her spine, and made her roll her eyes at the same time.

She cleared her throat, trying to get herself back into a reasonable headspace, rather than a, I wanna jump his seven foot bones thoughts.

“Is this what you meant when you said you were dragons?”

Brimstone crowded in close. She wanted to touch the tattoo on his chest, which looked even larger up close, pulsing and shimmering on top of his skin.

Her hand hesitated, but Brim, sensing her uncertainty, took her hand and laid it on top of the dragon’s head, which lay over his left side and his heart.

The heat of his skin always amazed her.

“I am my dragon, and he is me; we are one, and you are ours.” Brimstone stated as if it were fact.

Amber scowled. There was something off about this whole thing. First, Brimstone coming on strong, sweeping her off her feet, and sexing her up. Then, meeting golden boy Slade, both of them playing into her writing fantasies. Things like this didn’t really happen, not to her at any rate.

“Could you get any more cryptic? Honestly, you two guys, I’m starting to think I’m being set up as the loser in the biggest, practical joke ever.”

Slade eyed her as Brimstone's hands slid around her waist, pulling her against him.

Slade's loud sigh made her glance over at him. “Would you say your reaction to being told dragons really do exist would be typical?”

“I may write fantasy stories, but I still live in the real world. Blurring the line and believing in fantasy is craziness, and will get you a one-way trip to a psychiatric ward.”

Slade looked thoughtful, while Amber found her train of thought slipping fast as Brimstone’s large hand skimmed down her side.

“I see, so how would one broach the subject of—”

“Discuss this later, I’m taking my woman for a swim.” Brim gripped her hand and tugged her towards the water.

“Ah, such a romantic.” Slade chuckled behind them. “Talk later, Amber.”

Already used to the ‘Brimstone effect,’ she wasn’t offended he dragged her down the steps and into the cool of the water. They both ignored the whispering and gawking fellow tourists.

I need to get my head read. But, she admitted she felt a little thrill of possession with Brim’s arm banded around her waist. The skinny, more attractive women could drool all they wanted, but Brimstone was all hers.

She welcomed the cool of the water as he pulled her deeper until it reached her shoulders. She was sure they would need an epic flood to sink Brimstone.

“I guess there’s no chance of me drowning with you acting as my depth measure.” She grinned, seeing the funny side of Brim’s height.

“Humans are small and puny.” He gazed down at her, his lips curling up into a half smile. “But you are perfect.”

Well, if his statement didn’t make her feel all mushy inside apart from the ‘human’ part, she would have sighed dreamily. Her eyes wandered again to the dragon on his chest, its eyes following her every movement. Ridiculous, it’s just like one of those creepy paintings where the eyes follow you around the room.

“Seriously, how long did it take them to put this tattoo on? Must have been painful, but my big Brimstone wouldn’t have even flinched,” she sassed.

He bent his knees and sank down into the water, hiding his upper torso, his face coming level with hers. He pulled her off to the side, away from the falls and into a more secluded section, in an outcropping of large and small, reddish brown boulders smoothed by long exposure to the water and elements.

The mixture of the cool water and the heat of Brim’s body as his strong arms banded around her, pulling her flush against him sent sparks off in her brain. She wrapped her arms around his neck, the constant state of arousal in which he kept her all morning finally reached the breaking point.

“You know, we’re meant to be admiring the waterfall and having fun.”

Her tone sounded husky, low.

He grinned. “I am having fun.”

“Cocky bastard, you know we can’t do—” His lips took hers, swallowing her protests. She moaned as his tongue pushed into her mouth, again staking its claim. Everything fell away, the sound of the people milling around, the rumble of the falling water, the soft sounds of the birds, and the soft rustling of the wind.

His hands cupped her ass, his fingers finding their way between her two-piece swimsuit, delving between her folds, easily finding her clit and playing.

She gasped, yanking her mouth away, well aware of where they were and the people watching. “Brim, we can’t…” His lips slid to her throat. “People watching...”