by R. L. Wilson
“That’s fine, my dear. Bring it in tomorrow.”
“Sure,” I respond. She doesn’t know me well. I’m going to forget until I can find one.
After finishing my documents, I head out to the main floor. I have to get some brown liquor if I’m going to perform tonight.
“Coke and rum, please,” I request from the bartender.
“Toni the stallion,” a tenor voice from behind me says.
It’s someone from this club. I’m just hoping it’s not a weirdo stalking me already. Twisting around in the chair, I catch a warm breeze. My fiery gaze lands on Colton. I noticed him yesterday, but I didn’t realize how handsome he is. He has the athletic build of a boxer.
“Oh, hi, Colton. Thanks again for watching my suitcase last night.”
“It was my pleasure.” He winks.
I’m not thinking about men right now after the storm I just escaped. But damn, he is fine as hell.
“Maybe sometime we can go out.”
“Go out?” My breathing increases.
“Yeah, on a date.”
My mind is racing with questions. A date? Hell no. I’ve never been on one before. I don’t know. Why not, I think? But then I come to my senses. Dating is at the bottom of my agenda.
“Do you like museums?”
I want to say no. But an ominous dread clings to my chest and won’t let go. Staring into his beady, unreadable eyes, I get cold feet.
“Yes, okay, let’s make it a date. Me and you on Sunday.”
At least that gives me a few days to prepare. My mind says no, but my heart flutters. All guys are the same. Assholes who think women are property. A quick glance into his soul reveals such a caring aura. “Yes,” I respond. I can’t believe I just agreed to my first proper date.
”I’ll swing by and pick you up.”
“No, tell me the location and I’ll meet you there,” I growl like the demon I am. It’s not only because I live at a sleazy motel. He’s a stranger; he doesn’t need to know where I live.
“How about I give you my number and we can talk more on the phone first?”
“I’d like that.” I take down his number and enter it into my phone.
I’m not sure why I’m so nervous. It’ll be my first date on earth with a gentleman.
Chapter Eight
Colton
I wake up in a sweltering sweat with Toni on my mind. My eyes pop open as I shoot up in bed. The dreams are becoming more frequent. Yes, wet dreams of me tearing that ass up. Maybe it’s my internal dragon on fire. However, the thought of her makes my heart leap into my throat and I get that sudden arousal, my penis is as hard as a brick. This feeling is unique. No female has this effect on me, except Toni.
I better be careful with my heart. My cousins speak of heartbreak being an unimaginable pain. With Kenya, it was surely lust. Can’t fall in love with another dragon’s wife.
It took me a couple of weeks to get to know her, to break through the thick layers. She is sassy, humorous, and confident. But underneath the mask there is a lot of pain. I must be in love with her, because it’s never taken this long just to have sex with a female. But for her, I’ll wait two more weeks.
I grab my phone from my pocket and dial her number. Since the first day I saw her strip, she has occupied my brain. I can’t get my mind off her. I don’t care that she doesn’t come from the upper echelon. Not everyone is born into millions of dollars.
“Hello,” she says.
Adrenaline pulses through my veins. “Hey, Toni. What are you doing?” My anxious tone is embarrassing.
“Nothing, just watching television.”
“It’s about time you tell me where you live,” I ask. I glance at the phone as if I could see her.
She giggles. “Not just yet.”
“Well, can you meet me at the museum?”
“Now?” she questions in a sarcastic tone.
“Yes, now. You’re not working tonight.”
“Okay, I’m getting dressed. Which museum?”
“The Field Museum. And hurry, I can’t wait to see you.”
“I’ll be there in one hour,” she says.
I pull over at the flower shop and buy her a dozen roses. She’s grateful for the simple things. It makes me want to do more. She said she was in a terrible relationship. It must have been the worst. She says she never got texts during the day just to say “I’m thinking of you” or roses. Not even affection.
I set the roses on the passenger seat of my Tesla. I swerve off, heading to the museum, reminiscing about our first date. Her infectious laugh. The way her face lights up when I tell one of my bad jokes. No other supernatural is even a thought. Kenya even tried calling me. Now I have her on block. She needs to spend time with her husband and kids. Not call me.
Pulling into the crowded parking lot brings a sudden urgency. I’m too eager to be in her presence. Lucky for me, I see her in the distance, already waiting for me at the door. Her purple hair flows down her back in shimmering waves. She has a unique look, one that I adore. Nothing about her is similar to any girl I’ve dated. That’s why I have never fallen in love before. I was doing it all wrong.
Her outer appearance doesn’t scream stripper. She wears tennis shoes and joggers. Everyone is so overdressed. They care too much about the opinion of society. Not Willow; she marches to the beat of her own drum. She isn’t the flashy type. She has a feistiness about her. I love it.
“Nice to see you,” I say as I walk up the stairs of the museum, a dozen long-stem red roses in my hand. When her brown eyes land on me, the world stops. This infatuation can be dangerous.
At the sight of me, her face instantly lights up. Her bright tone makes her look like she has her own light that shines from within. She leans in for a kiss first and I just about burst. Her large, warm lips caress mine. I want her all to myself. I hand her the roses and she takes a sniff and closes her eyes.
“Thank you.”
She grabs my hand as we enter the museum. Even in her jeans and shirt, she is still sexy ass fuck.
We wander through the museum, looking at old artifacts. Until we enter the exhibit on dinosaurs.
Some people believe that dragons are dinosaurs with wings. We are much more than that. Maybe we evolved from dinosaurs, but they don’t possess any of the speed and magical capabilities of dragons. However, they are impressive creatures.
“They have always fascinated me. Dinosaurs, and how they became extinct,” she says.
“They evolved from the ashes into sharp, fire-breathing beings.” I smile.
“I suppose dragons are much better.” She winks as she touches the bones of the dinosaur. I grab my iPhone and take a quick picture, the bright flash of my camera startles her.
“What are you doing with that picture?” she barks.
“Nothing.” I grin. I’m surprised she is so upset about a picture. “I’m just going to put it on Instagram. With the caption ‘my new boo’.”
“No,” she yells and snatches the phone from my hand.
My gleeful mood quickly turns to concern. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” She hands me my phone. ”I just don’t like pictures is all.”
“Why? You’re beautiful. Is it me? Do you not want anyone to find out about us?”
“No. What would your millionaire family say? About you dating the stripper from the club?”
“If I must, I’ll tell my family. I really don’t care. Who cares? They don’t have to date you.”
“I prefer we keep this to ourselves. People will talk.” Her tone is less aggressive.
“Ok, I’ll be your secret.”
“Not secret. We just should wait until others understand. I recently escaped an unpleasant situation. I don’t want to jump right into another situation.”
“I’m not the last guy you dated. I’m not sure what he did, but I’m different.”
“You are,” she says and then places her lips on mine. The passion of her lips is enough to make m
e explode. Kissing her makes everything okay. If she wants to keep this between us, then it’s okay.
“Let’s get out of here,” I whisper.
She smiles.
“Are you thinking about making love?”
“Yes, I’m ready.”
Those are the two words I was waiting to hear. I’m ready. I have the perfect place. The most luxurious and expensive hotel in all of Chicago: The Palace. The rooms cost three thousand dollars a night. Being alone with Toni for one night is worth every cent.
Chapter Nine
Willow
We hop into his expensive car and head across town. Dancing in my mind is one question: Am I making the right decision? Thomas started off this way at first. He wined and dined me for a few weeks. Then the beatings came. I’m apprehensive.
I have to let my guard down sometime. Might as well start with Colton. His essence is mesmerizing. He looks at me and calms me down. He’s gentle and caring. And the way he licks his lips tells me he is good in bed. I didn’t nickname myself the Stallion for no reason.
Before we can exit the car, Colton’s cell phone rings. He flips a glance at the screen and presses ignore. Stalking his phone, I see a feminine name. Inside, I laugh. Her time is over. There’s a new stallion in town. I’m positive he had women clamoring at his feet. He’s a wealthy dragon with the looks of a movie star. Yes, I know he’s a dragon. I overheard some dancers say all the owners are dragons. Demons and dragons both bring a lot of heat. I hope not too much. It might set this smoking hot romance ablaze.
We park in front of a gigantic building, a masterpiece even more opulent than Omen. The valet opens my door. The sting of the crisp air made me fasten the buttons on my sweater. I stare up at the pointed roof of the building. It has to be at least sixty floors. Chicago has the largest buildings ever.
The wind blows my hair across my face as Colton grabs my hand. He kisses me on my cheek. The flutter of my heart decreases. I take a deep, ragged breath as we enter the hotel. His touch demands calmness. It’s soothing, something I need.
Heads turn as we enter. I’m insecure and feel way underdressed. Colton always dresses semi casual, but sweats and jeans are my thing.
“Why didn’t you tell me we were going to such a fancy hotel? I’m dressed like an idiot,” I bark while grimacing.
“You look amazing. Are you hungry?”
“No, I’m not. I just want to get inside so people can quit staring at me.”
We reach the front counter, a marbled countertop with gold accents. There are plenty of Christmas decorations throughout the lobby: lights, garlands, and a giant white tree dressed in ornaments near the fireplace.
“How can I help you?” the attendant says.
“Colton Daley.”
The attendant searches the computer while giving a quick glance at Colton. I swear she winks at him. She is way too underdressed to be working at the front desk. Her shirt is low cut, showing way too much cleavage. I’m not jealous, just saying she should be an exotic dancer. She damn sure is selling the look: a blond with a set of double D’s. Not that your breasts need to be that big considering I’m only a C cup.
“Oh yes, Mr. Daley, the penthouse suite,” she says.
He hands her a black credit card. Her eyes twinkle like stars on a dark night.
She hands him his card back then gives him a key card. She stares into his eyes the entire time, never acknowledging my presence. I grab Colton’s hand. He looks over at me and kisses me on the lips. He grabs the receipt and I fix her with a grin. My way of saying “bitch, back up”. Her stare quickly darts back to the computer.
We walk away. My forehead lines with sweat. The reality is that I’m going to the penthouse. We’re going to have hot, steamy sex. There’s no turning back now.
We step onto the elevator and there is an attendant. She pushes the button to close the elevator. “Which floor?” she questions.
“Penthouse,” Colton says.
Now she’s staring at him like he is a pile of money and I’m not standing here.
They put a bunch of prostitutes throughout the hotels. I’m sure they make a fortune, but they won’t be getting any tips from Colton today.
The elevator deposits us on the top floor in the hall. I stare straight ahead at two large double doors. A large sign is attached next to the door with “penthouse” listed.
The floral scent and the sound of classical music playing in the background bring joy to my heart. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. Everyone knows demons don’t go to heaven. So, this is my slice of heaven on earth. As we pace down the hall, there are large vases with white roses every few feet. A strip of red velvet carpet leads the way to the door.
It’s what I imagined walking down the aisle getting married would be like. I have the jitters of a bride. Even cold feet. My wedding day consisted of Thomas, Lucifer, and I in front of a burning fire. Nothing lavish like I witness on television. The white dress, floral arrangements, family and friends.
He slips the card in the door, and a green light is followed by a click. The doors swing open. I was expecting an angel to be here singing. The first thing I notice is the large white and gold bed that sits underneath a wall filled with windows. The bed is nearly the size of a football field. It’s larger than a king-sized bed. Maybe something a seven-foot basketball player would purchase.
I stalk toward the window overlooking the city. It’s breathtaking. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wanted to,” Colton says as he removes his coat.
I lay across the bed and let my sweater fall off to the side. I want Colton now on the bed naked.
I undress slowly, as if I'm stripping. Colton stands there, staring at me dance. His eyes light up as he walks closer to the bed. I’m now standing on the bed, topless.
He assists me in taking off my pants. Kissing my legs, he caresses them as I slip into a sitting position. He takes his clothes off. I massage his back, slowly planting kisses along his spinal cord. I walk around and push him down onto the bed. He doesn’t resist, lying on his back completely naked. The perfect picture for a nude magazine.
I lick from his penis to his balls, then back to his penis again. His chest rises quick. His penis becomes larger and longer. It’s thick, more than I’m accustomed to riding. I’ll give the most memorable ride of his life. I suck his long penis hard, like a lollipop. I want to please him. He moans as I stare at him. The back of my throat welcomes his penis. He moans louder, then explodes in my mouth. I swallow it, licking my lips.
I climb on top and try pushing his thick penis in. My legs tremble and I push harder. I moan in passion as I continue forcing his penis into my vaginal canal. Finally, I get about half of his long penis in. A moan of passion escapes his lips. I get to work, sliding up and down his penis like a pole. The expression of love on his face is priceless.
It feels so good to be in Colton’s presence. I’m falling madly in love with him. It’s terrifying.
Our magic intermingles, becoming a boiling pot of explosives. I get every inch of his penis in, then scream in passion. This event is magical. He yells my name as he massages the nipples of my breasts. I lean backwards, and he moans.
He screams louder and louder and there’s a sudden earthquake. I shatter, my cream all over his penis. He erupts at that very moment, sealing a magical night. We are soulmates, integrated by magic and sex.
Chapter Ten
Colton
The drive home is both pleasant and scary. I’m on a high from the best sex in the world. I don’t want to come down. It’s almost more fulfilling than flying the night skies in my authentic form.
It’s more than just the sex with Willow. Everything about her is perfect. The way she struts like she owns the concrete. Her furrowing eyebrows when she’s angry. The way her nipples get hard when she’s cold. She’s smart, sexy, the total package for me.
The fear of this relationship shattering into a thousand pieces is a heavy thought buried deep in my
mind. Her past may come barreling forward. Or maybe my past. I’ll enjoy the ride for now. I’ll cross the bridge of destruction when it presents itself.
Our first encounter a few weeks ago was nothing special. You couldn’t have paid me to think I would drool over her. But she has me eating out the palms of her hand.
I park my car in the back lot of our compound. I notice a foreign car parked in my spot, which makes me curious about who’s here. It’s a shiny red convertible. Not a car anyone in my household would drive. I continue to the back door, entering the kitchen. The smile on my face quickly becomes a grimace. A brunette is sitting at my kitchen table alone. I notice the look of innocence on her face. She is certainly wealthy. She’s draped in jewelry. The car parked in my spot belongs to her.
“Hello,” I say politely.
“Hello,” she says, then looks away from me.
I was going to ask her name, but she didn’t offer it. I walk out of the kitchen, looking for my brothers. They can explain who this woman is. She isn’t the new housekeeper Mother has been searching for. By the look of her attire and her smooth skin, I’m sure she’s cleaned nothing in her life.
I walk up the stairs. Taking a glance in Myles room brings a chuckle. He isn’t there and his room is filled with clothes and other garbage. I call out, but there is nothing but silence.
I knock on my parents’ door. No one answers. Guess I’ll have to ask her who she is. I make my way down the stairs as my phone vibrates. I grab it from my pocket. A text from Willow. I had a great time with several heart emojis. I smile and my heart rate increases. Now I don’t care who this chick is, but she could be a crazy person. So I’ll ask.
I enter the kitchen then drop into a seat next to her. I notice her high heel shoes and long legs, but she looks quite young.
“Are you a friend of Myles?”
“No,” she says, her mask like face never moving. She is expressionless. Her green eyes and long lashes don’t even move.