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The other man likely was Farrow’s brother—a man that Macy continuously spoke nastily about due to the fact that he made Farrow be responsible. How dare he?
Although, now that I knew that the mere graze of his fingers along my leg could set my vagina on fire, I needed to avoid him at all costs.
Something I could easily do since it was more than obvious he’d never stoop down to my level. Slumming didn’t even look like it was a word in that man’s vocabulary.
As I got my door open, though, I looked over my shoulder to see the handsome, suit-wearing man’s eyes on mine.
He was staring at me intently.
I didn’t grab your balls, why are you staring at me like I did something inappropriate? I wondered.
His smile widened, almost as if he’d heard my thoughts.
My eyes narrowed on him, and he began to laugh as he started to pull his brother down the flight of stairs by his hair.
Farrow got to his feet. He stopped fighting the man and went willingly. Walking, because it appeared that he didn’t want to be dragged down the stairs. He likely didn’t want to scrape any tender parts, though I noticed that his nakedness didn’t appear to affect him.
The suit-wearing man didn’t look like the type of guy who would take no for an answer, anyway.
Closing and locking the door behind me, I headed right to the kitchen and grabbed a cold can from the fridge
Dr. Pepper in hand, I headed to my room, ignoring the large pile of clothes on the floor at the entrance to the hallway that I’d yet to pick up from where they’d fallen that morning.
I hated doing laundry. And it wouldn’t matter if I did. My cat, Teller, a.k.a. Slimeball, would knock them down regardless of whether or not I’d taken the time to fold them.
My shoes were kicked off in the hallway, and my shorts soon followed, discarded at the entrance to my room.
My shirt was the last thing to go as I made it into my bedroom.
I stood by the open window, taking my jewelry off and placing it on the nightstand when I looked up and screamed.
A~ because there was a dragon sitting outside my window, and B~ because it was looking at me. A huge motherfucking dragon. Right there, outside my goddamned window.
His head was level with my open window, and his large face was turned and looking in on me curiously.
He was a beautiful gray beast. Not much larger than a cement truck, but he definitely created a presence with his size. He had large red horns glistening in the sunlight extending from the top of his head. His eyes gleamed golden picking up flecks of the ruby of his horns. Following the scales of his concrete colored skin, his back was covered by the beautiful shades of red on his folded wings. They ranged from a red so deep it resembled blood to a purple on the tips, which were so bright they glowed with an inner fire.
His red tail flicked like a cat’s, thick and strong. The end barbed with what resembled one of those medieval metal balls with spikes attached to a chain on a stick.
I reached out in awe, my hands only inches away from the dragon’s nose.
Then I thought better of it and yanked my hand back.
I covered myself by pulling on a T-shirt off of the floor, even though he was only a dragon, and I was happy I’d done it a moment later when the suit-wearing man dragged his brother out the backdoor and straight up to the large dragon.
His eyes flicked up at me, and his lips curved into a sexy grin as he threw his brother at the dragon.
The dragon caught Farrow with a giant clawed hand, and then extended his tail to the other man.
The man climbed up onto the dragon’s back.
His strong powerful thighs hugged the dragon’s sides expertly as he reached for his sunglasses that were in his front suit pocket.
He slipped them on over his eyes, winked at me, and disappeared.
I gasped in disbelief.
I hadn’t realized that they could do that.
My gaze darted to the sky, looking for the dragon and its rider. I scanned the area for them for long moments, but they were gone.
“Holy shit,” I breathed.
I’d seen dragons, of course. Everyone had.
They were beautiful creatures, centuries old, and very popular around our area. It wasn’t uncommon to look up and see one flying high above the city of Dallas. I didn’t know of a time in my life where they weren’t around. Unlike migrant animals, the dragons stayed year-round, filling our sky with their beauty.
My soul always found this soothing even though they had no interaction with people. Not normal people anyway.
Seeing one outside your window, well, that was highly unusual. They liked to settle in open areas. The tight alleyways and bustling of the city wasn’t anything that appealed to the winged beasts, according to the many articles I had read over the years. They were simply too large, and the cramped city too small.
