Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 70014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
“You wanted pie.” Boyd shrugged like he had no idea what I was talking about. “The diner has the best pie and you know it.”
That wasn’t the point.
“You don’t like it when everyone…well, when they come to say hello.” In the two weeks since the library madness where I’d told everyone I was dating Boyd, he’d been frustrated.
And that was a mild word for it.
There hadn’t been any more nosy crowds in the library, but the locals had taken every opportunity to come up and chat. They were very persistent too and I had a feeling Boyd was ready to do something drastic…and not very nice.
“I know you’re not hiding me or anything like that.” I didn’t even remember what I’d said that had made him so worried but trying to fix it wasn’t helping.
Grumpy dragons were hard to deal with sometimes.
“Because I’m not. I’m just trying to take care of you and to keep them from mobbing you at work.” Boyd’s stubbornness rivaled Kenzie’s sometimes. “The mages keep trying to claim you still. I had someone come up to me in the grocery store last night and insinuate that I wasn’t smart enough for you.”
Good grief, that was not helpful at all.
“Let’s go on a walk first.” Yes, something physical to burn off some of his frustration before we got dinner. “I sat too much at work today. Let’s go to the park.”
The park the town owned wasn’t substantial but it backed up to national park land, so it felt a lot bigger than it really was.
Boyd’s stress seemed to fade slightly, so I pushed again, trying not to smile at his pout. “This way we can talk about dragon stuff without me getting distracted.”
That made him laugh and roll his eyes. “It’s not a distraction when my dick accidentally ends up in your mouth.”
“No, I think that counts.” He had a lovely dick and he liked it when I played with it, so he didn’t protest very loudly when we went from cuddling to doing much more adult things. “It’s your fault for being so sexy. So don’t blame it on me.”
I sounded utterly ridiculous, but he was still chuckling and reached out to take my hand. “Sorry, baby.”
“No. You just don’t like always feeling backed into a corner.” It’d taken me a bit too long to realize why it made him so crazy. I’d somehow forgotten that being a dragon made him a predator of some sort. “They’re not being mean, though.”
Some of them were just fucking with him, so that probably counted as being mean, but I didn’t think pointing that out would be helpful. “Mr. Kennedy even stopped by the library the other day and the only non-library-related thing he brought up was to let him know if I had any questions about the locals.”
He’d even been somewhat circumspect, which I’d appreciated.
Boyd let out a long breath as he turned a corner and steered us toward the park. “He likes you.”
“He’s very sweet.” And slightly insane, but that might be Kenzie’s fault somehow. “He’s just lonely and might need a hobby.”
“Amen.” Boyd’s sarcastic retort had me trying not to laugh.
“But we’re not going to focus on them now. You have to keep your clothes on at the park, so you won’t distract me.” I was being honest, but that had him snorting and rolling his eyes.
“You were the one who asked to have dragon cuddles and then before I could shift were on your knees in the backyard.” He tried to sound scandalized but he’d been the one playing with his dick.
“That was not my fault. I lasted as long as I could and you nearly came before I broke. I can’t be blamed for you teasing me. You’re my Dom and have magical naked powers.” It was really not my fault.
Boyd just laughed as we pulled into the parking lot and he turned off the car.
He simply didn’t want to admit that I was right…which seemed like another dragon tendency. They all said the mages were stubborn, and they were, but dragons were just as inflexible.
It was amazing anything got done or any compromises got made, but that seemed to be why they had a council since locals could not be counted on to make good decisions. They liked spiteful ones. It was actually fascinating, but I couldn’t tell if it was learned behavior or genetic.
I was starting to wish I had some kind of a biology degree too.
The texts in the back of the library were interesting, but they were all handwritten in the most terrible script ever and some were nearly impossible to decipher with any speed. So I was slowly working my way through those.
But luckily for me, I had a very bribable research assistant.
“Magic does not work that way.” He leaned over and gave me a kiss. “Come on, let’s get your wiggles out before we go to dinner.”