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Stifling a yawn, she tipped the turtle and, after he left, kicked her shoes off and padded in the thick carpet toward the bedroom where she found, to her great delight, an en suite with a tub big enough to swim in. With any luck, she’d have time to take a soak before her date got there. Shedding her camel-colored cashmere sweater and black skirt, her lace bra and panties, she left them in a heap on the bathroom floor and ran a tub full of warm water and glistening bubbles.
Stepping in, she paused to allow herself to get used to the heat before sinking down with a sigh. The water caressed her skin, and she ran her hands over her shoulders, arms, and belly, imagining it was the hands of the man she’d be spending the weekend with. Not that she’d necessarily allow him to touch her like this, or take a bath with him, their soapy, wet bodies writhing together in slippery passion.
Would he be strong, lift her over him and onto his hot, erect cock? A frisson of fear flickered at the thought. Maybe not quite that strong. She could climb on by herself. Revising the image, she relaxed again, gliding her palms over her breasts, as she imagined he might. Pinching her nipples, rocking her hips, letting her head fall back, baring her throat, submission rising from deep inside her, warring with her lack of trust.
Her fingers crept between her legs as she pictured the man, with his toned body, white teeth, and burning eyes…holding her waist as she bounced on his lap, thrusting deeper with each lift of his hips.
Gliding her fingertips over the curve of her belly, she closed her hand over her pussy, cupping it, then she let her eyelids drift closed, lost in the fantasy, tightening her thighs around her wrist as she moved faster and faster, plunging her fingertips inside. A soft whimper bubbled up as her orgasm overtook her. He would be coming, too, filling her with his hot semen. In her dream, their simultaneous climax had the tub water splashing over the sides, to the music of their cries.
If only.
Panting, she rested her head against the built-in tub pillow and opened her eyes. Whew. Even without her BOB, not bad at all. Who needed a man? But she’d scheduled one. She had to follow through.
Now, if she got a fifteen-minute power nap, she’d be refreshed for the evening. The warm water cradled her body, encouraging her to relax. To her understanding, only a cocktail party was scheduled for that night, but if they were having fun perhaps they’d go out for dinner or maybe dancing. Might not be a total loss.
Walter stepped into the suite and gave it a nod of approval. “Not bad. Roomy.” Opposite the door, a bank of windows overlooked the bay. “My date and I will take the downstairs bedroom and you and your date can have the upstairs one. Okay with you?” Assuming his date was willing to stay in the same room with him. Gerri Wilder had not guaranteed that. After all, she ran a dating agency, not an escort service. But if they had some chemistry, who knew? If she didn’t want him in there, he’d slip out to the couch after the other couple fell asleep upstairs.
Conflagration shrugged. “Either way. I saw the online pics. Both are nice.” He headed for the spiral staircase. “I’ll just go take a shower. It will be good to see everyone from high school. I hope our girls aren’t too bored listening to all the old stories.”
“Well, if they are, at least they’ll have each other to talk to about anything else.”
“True.” The dragon disappeared at the top, and Walter headed into the lower bedroom to clean up himself. He’d finished his latest project for a delighted client just in time to leave for San Francisco, several hundred miles south of their homes. Their trip down had been so fraught with sexual tension, and other kinds, the women would provide a welcome distraction. Did Conflagration remember that time on the basketball team trip, the year they’d made state tournament…when they’d roomed together? Up until that point, their rivalry had been friendly but that one night they’d been awkward, like strangers instead of old friends. And not long after that, the incident occurred that changed everything.
Lucky they both had women showing up because otherwise, sharing the suite might be very uncomfortable. Stripping out of his clothes, he grabbed his shower bag and headed for the en suite in his underwear. He’d never been attracted to another man before or since, making him wonder if it was a fluke… The bathroom was the size of his living room at home. And it smelled nice. Black and white diamond shaped tiles, similar to the rose-and-charcoal carpet pattern, covered the floor and marched halfway up the walls. Stepping inside, Walter froze. The bath held both a glass-enclosed shower and a tub. But, unlike the empty shower, the deep, oval tub was not unoccupied.
“Hey, Walter, did you—hey, what’s this?”
“Ssshh.” He laid a finger across the other dragon’s lips and shook his head, trying to ignore the electric charge at the contact. How could he be rock-hard for the woman who lay in the water, breasts bobbing on the surface, raspberry nipples hard in response to the cool air, while at the same time wanting to plant a kiss on the dragon next to him. He was too screwed up to live. “She’s sleeping.”
“Well, duh.” But, at least, Conflagration lowered his voice. “What I mean is, I didn’t think your girlfriend had arrived yet.”
“No,” he whispered. “Neither did I, but here she is.” At least he assumed she was his, since the other dragon didn’t recognize her. “She’s sure pretty.”
“Well this isn’t the first time you’ve seen her. Isn’t she always pretty?”
“Yeah.” He tried to snap out of the spell the two of them put on him. After years of trying to suppress the memories of that one night with Conflagration, and finding the man so irritating, he didn’t have to try so hard anymore. The air was suddenly thick with sex, with promise, with he didn’t know what. If he hadn’t been a wizard, he’d have suspected another one nearby hexing him. But nobody else in their graduating class had chosen that path. At least, so far as he knew.
Conflagration shook his head then winced. “Walter, I am sorry. I walked in on something.”
“What do you mean?” Obviously, the girl, whoever she was, was asleep.
“Aren’t you going to join her in the tub?” He swallowed hard and turned away. “It’s what I’d do…with my own girl, of course. And since you’re almost naked. Anyway, I’m out of here.”
Walter glanced down to see he was not only almost naked but embarrassingly erect. Good heavens! Feeling his skin flush with heat and a bit of flame tickle his lips, he nodded. “Right. I’ll surprise her when she wakes up.” She’d be surprised, for sure, since they hadn’t been introduced. He put one foot in the tub then remembered he still wore his boxers.
“I’m outta here, then.” The humor in Conflagration’s tone didn’t help matters. “Don’t take too long. Cocktails in two hours.” With a wave, he disappeared. Considering how cranky they’d been toward one another, they were being very domestic. Lifting his foot, Walter shook off the bubbles and prepared to leave. Before she woke up and screamed. Wouldn’t his old rival love that.
Long time since they’d been naked in the showers together, at school, when he’d tried not to stare at the toned, muscular build of the man trying not to look back at him. If not for that one night that went so wrong, who knew where they’d have gone. Instead of becoming barely tolerant neighbors, they might have become a couple.
But now his old rival had a girl…and Walter had been gifted a goddess whose dark curls spilled over the edge of the tub, her long lashes casting shadows on cheeks made rosy by the tendrils of steam rising from the bathwater. The thick foam prevented him from seeing anything improper, except for those raspberry nipples, although if he stood here long enough, he might get lucky. Not that he’d sneak a peek at a sleeping woman. Very tacky. About to pivot, to leave before he embarrassed himself, he froze, flame licking at his lips.
His dragon wanted the girl and the guy.
Sorry, old man, no can do. The guy hates us.
His dragon doesn’t.
No, but as long as the human half does, we’re dead in the water. If only I could figure out how to fix what happened back then…but I guess that’s water under the bridge. If the girl likes us, maybe you can be satisfied with that.
