"He was real, my lady. As are the dragons." Shaking her head, she put it back in the drawer and asked about the gift. "It is from Mr. Waterson. He knew who you were the moment that his grandson, the boy that you tried to save, spoke to him."
"When?" He said just after his death. "No, that's not possible. He was dead. I don't know what sort of game you're playing here, but the dead don't talk to the living."
He stood up and so did she. "The gift is for you. You may take it if you wish or not. I have brought it to you, but I should point out that it comes with great risk, you taking the gift. There are people even now looking for the person who has such a priceless bequest as the one you have been given."
Then he was gone. Not just left the room where she was, but just gone. Getting up, she ignored the gift with the blue and gold wrapper on it, and the equally bright ribbon that had her name, Gabriela, spelled down it. Instead she moved around her office trying to ascertain whether or not she should have a CAT scan done to her head and her hearing checked. There was nothing in her office to indicate someone had been speaking to her about a dragon.
Sitting back at her desk, she moved the box aside with a pen. She wasn't going to touch it, she told herself. Not ever if she could help it. Pulling the first of many files to her, she began to work on them.
Her goal was to get them completed, then she'd go home. Tomorrow was her first day off in a month, and she was going to use it catching up on everything she'd let slide. Sleep, laundry, sleep. Napping too if she could work it in, as well as sleep. Smiling, Gabe set to work.
Nearly three hours later she looked up from the last of the files. It had been an accident … three people dead and fourteen more injured. She was writing up her work that had been done on the man who had died before even coming to her when someone knocked on her door. She might have ignored it, but she'd left it open so they knew she was here.
"We have a problem." Gabe told her that she was out of the problem department today. "Yeah, well, a cop was just brought in via life flight. He's been hurt pretty badly, and Wilson is a no-show again."
"Christ, I've been on duty for over fifty straight hours. I can't do this anymore." June, the nurse from ER, only nodded. "I'm giving my notice in the morning. I cannot keep this up."
Gabe grabbed her lab coat and followed her out of the room. She really was going to do it this time. As she entered the small room to help, she was working out the resignation in her mind. Yes, she was done with this shit as of today.
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Grady was coming even as he woke. His body had been poised for it for some time, it seemed. As he released, coming fully awake as he did so, he realized that Harper was riding him. He sat up and took her breast in his mouth and suckled.
"I was wondering if you were ever going to join me." He grabbed her hips to slow her down. "No, I'm so close now that if you keep touching me, I'm going to come."
"You're so greedy. I want to enjoy you again." He rolled her to her back and fucked her hard for several strokes. "Harper, if you want to wake me like this every morning, you just might kill me."
"But what a way to die." He ran his tongue along her throat to the pulse there. Nipping at her none too gently, he moved back to her breast and enjoyed the warm milk that seemed to be in great abundance there. "Grady, leave some for Shawn. Talk about greedy."
He was too. Not just for what she offered him, but for what he saw in her eyes. Love. She loved him as much as he did her. He brought her twice, once by biting her throat then the other just loving her as hard as he could. But he was far from finished with her as he made love to her with his hands, touching her everywhere he could reach.
"Please, you're killing me." He laughed as he made his way down her body to her pussy. His pleasing her was only just beginning, and he planned on savoring every part of her. Grady was going to take his time too.
Her pussy was soaking wet, her lips swollen from his cock. As he nibbled on her flesh, he showed her images of what he was going to do with her. Every time she came, several times in fact, he would start all over, bring her to peak as often as he could until she was limp under his body.
"I love the way you scream out my name. How you get that little hitch in your voice while you're doing it." Harper smacked him on the shoulder. "You do. You should see the way your eyes sort of go all glassy. How your nipples get so hard, I can't wait to bite them." Grady licked her ribs, each of them, then moved to the other side. "You taste like what I think heaven would. Soft and creamy. Just a bit of spice that makes me feel like you're perfect for me."