Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Such as touching me.
I smiled inside, knowing I was getting to him.
“What does it look like I’m doing, Keifer?” I asked seductively, walking up to the table in front of us and leaning over.
My breasts hung heavily in my bra.
They’d gotten big.
Much bigger than what I was used to, and I found that I quite liked it.
My breasts were freakin’ awesome, but Keifer hadn’t even noticed.
He swallowed thickly as he got a good look at the lacy number.
It was see through.
Which he was just discovering.
“We can’t,” he tried now.
I smiled and crawled up onto the table.
He groaned.
“I have to leave in five minutes to meet with somebody,” he whispered roughly, his voice sounding like he was being strangled.
I shrugged.
“So you’re just going to leave me here like this?” I asked, running my finger down the lace that cupped my left breast.
He closed his eyes.
“Yeah, I can’t do this right now. You caught us right as we were about to leave,” he cleared his throat.
A knock at the door came, and I knew my tactic wasn’t going to work.
He was going to leave to his secret meeting.
One he never told me his reason for attending, nor who he was attending with.
“Don’t do it, Keifer,” I warned him.
His eyes flicked to the door, then back to me.
He did this four or five times until finally he took a step back. Then another. Then another.
He kept doing it until he was at the end of the conference room table, and I knew I’d lost.
The big bad Prince and soon to be King of Dragons was chickening out.
“You fucking pussy!” I roared, standing in the middle of the conference room table.
I knew I was acting crazy.
But who could blame me?
The fucker was leaving! Again!
I’d practically thrown myself at him, and here he was, yet again, running!
“You walk out that door, and you’ll regret it,” I told him.
His eyes narrowed.
“I’m doing this to protect us. That baby that you’re carrying,” he growled, opened the door, and started to walk out.
“Hey!” I said in indignation. “You’re not fucking serious!”
He looked back over his shoulder and grimaced before closing the door quietly behind his back.
I flipped him off and took a running leap off the table, landing lithely on two feet and stomping across the room to the conference room’s door.
By the time I made it out of the hallway, he was nearly at the foyer.
He stopped and looked back, freezing when he saw what I was still not dressed.
“Get back in there,” he announced through gritted teeth.
I flipped him the bird.
“Fuck off.”
Then I turned down a side hallway that led to the kitchens, and eventually to the backyard.
This way also led up to the second floor and our rooms, but I wouldn’t be going there right then.
I was thinking that a swim would be good right about now.
If the rest of The Dragon’s Warriors MC were out front waiting to ride out, then I could sneak out the back.
Yet, I made a miscalculation.
Apparently, they weren’t riding their motorcycles today.
They were riding their dragons.
Something I couldn’t know because my mate wouldn’t freakin’ talk to me!
So before I went out to the backyard and took my swim, I stopped in the kitchens, grabbed some decaffeinated coffee and a croissant that the cook had made at breakfast, and stepped right outside into hell.
I guess, maybe, I’d appeased Keifer because I thoroughly surprised him as I stepped out.
I really wasn’t that indecent, to be honest.
I was wearing a black lace bra and black lace panties, but I guess I overestimated the amount of protection the covering offered when I was inside, without sunlight.
Because with sunlight, they became nearly sheer.
Which every man that was currently occupying the back lawn was able to see the moment my feet met the back porch.
“Get back inside!” Keifer roared.
I winced and took a step back.
Usually, I would’ve listened, but then he added on, “Or I’ll come take you inside and handcuff you to the bed. And there you’ll stay until you’re done growing my son. Because Lord knows it’d be easier than busting my ass for an ungrateful shit like you!”
I guess maybe I should’ve known it was going to be bad, having these hormones.
Or maybe the baby I was carrying inside of me didn’t take kindly to his mother being called an ‘ungrateful shit.’
I don’t know, but whatever the fuckin’ reason, I flipped out.
I flung the nearest thing I could pick up, which was the picnic table that was at my side, and hurled it at him.
I didn’t touch it with my hands, but with my mind.
I’d never been able to do that before, because I’d tried.
So it made more sense for my little hellion to be responsible for this action.
Whatever, or whomever, was responsible, I’d take it.
Because fuck him!
The man in front of me. Not the baby.