Page 118 of Dragon’s Rebel

Chapter 51

A week later, Thorne and Rebel were in their bedroom, playing poker. The stakes were high. Rebel was in her jeans, bra and socks. Her high-heeled boots and her shirt were in the center of the table.

Thorne had already lost his shirt, hoping to distract her. It wasn’t working.

“This one’s for the pants, buddy,” she said. “Call.”

Thorne laid down his hand.

“Seriously?” She shook her head. “You went all in on two threes? You’re not even trying.”

“I don’t understand this game,” Thorne told her, reaching for his fly. “It seems to me that the more I lose, the more I feel like I’m winning. Can you explain that?”

“It’s because you’re a perv, and enjoy taking off your clothes. I can’t help it if you’re a shameful exhibitionist.”

“Really.”

Thorne stood up and slowly lowered the zipper on his jeans. He had a boner the size of Florida that had been there since Rebel took off her shirt and showed him her lacy red bra, just happening to mention that her panties matched.

Now he slowly pushed his jeans down, exposing his tight boxer briefs. Even tighter now, considering the Florida-sized boner. He loved the way she leaned back in her chair and watched him, her eyes smoky with desire. It made him even harder.

Especially when she was wearing that bra. He could get a glimpse of her nipples through the lace, and was counting the minutes until he could take it off her and suck on them.

He kicked off the jeans and reached down the front of his briefs, deliberately adjusting himself. Rebel took a long, slow sip of beer and licked her lips.

“Is that a fire hydrant in your pants, or are you just happy to see me?” she asked wickedly.

“Both.” He smirked at her. “Your deal. I don’t have much left to bet with.”

“Really? Because I’m looking at something pretty substantial, if you know what I mean.”

He adjusted himself again, giving her a peek at what was inside the briefs, and sat down again.

Thorne lost the next hand as quickly as possible. Rebel looked at him under lowered lashes. “That’s it, Dragon. Those briefs are mine.”

Thorne raised his butt slightly off the chair and slid them off, letting them dangle off his index finger. “Come over here and get them.”

She crawled across the table and straddled his lap, rolling her hips against his erection as she kissed him slow and deep. Whoa. Desire hit him in the belly, and he had to resist the urge to disappear her clothes right then and plunge into her until they both exploded.

“I win,” he said breathlessly.

“I beg to differ,” she said, biting the side of his neck. His dick jumped. “I think I won.”

“I love it when you beg.”

“I love you.”

That still gave him a heart explosion every time she said it. She loved him. He could hardly wrap his head around it, even though he could feel it all around him all the time, like a warm blanket.

Love. Something he never thought he could have.

“I love you too. As long as a dragon lives, and beyond.” He loved saying those words to her. He couldn’t remember why they had ever been hard to say.

He stood up, cradling her in his arms, and walked them over to the bed. He laid her down, and then disappeared all her clothes except her bra and panties.

“What, you don’t like me naked?” she said.

“I like delayed gratification. I’m very self-disciplined.”