Dragon's Fake Wedding Date (Dragons of Mount Atrox Book 3)

by Riley Storm

  “Oh fuck,” she cried out as a finger pushed inside of her, almost immediately curling up and against her in just the right away. “Oh shit, Rann. Don’t stop!”

  He didn’t.

  Gayle cried out as she came again on the couch, her body bucking and writhing in uncontrollable ecstasy thanks to Rann’s touch. It was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.

  Yet still she wanted more.

  Her hands pushed his face away from her, and she fumbled with his belt and pants. Eventually, his hands came to help, doing the job for her. He stripped out of his pants, but before he got completely naked, he picked her up off the couch, like she was nothing but a cushion, and brought her to his chest.

  “Bedroom?” he rumbled.

  She pointed wordlessly, shivering at the way he was manhandling her with such ease.

  He brought her into the bedroom—her house was a single-story bungalow—and lay her down onto it, only the light spilling in from the hallway to illuminate what was happening.

  “Gently now,” she reminded him as his boxers came free at last, revealing a huge, hard cock to her eager—yet undeniably nervous—eyes.

  There was a lot about Rann that Gayle had never experienced before, and that included his size. He was easily the biggest she’d ever had, and as he pushed the tip against her opening, she feared it might be too much.

  Yet Rann was gentle, and he leaned in to kiss her as he worked himself wet with her own slickness, letting that coat him so he could slide in easier.

  All that did was serve to tease her, and by the time he actually entered her, Gayle was aching for it. She wanted to be filled—a blunt, primitive desire that she’d never experienced before. She just wanted to take him all. To feel herself stretch around his thick cock.

  Her hips thrust up, trying to capture more of him, even as mild pain flooded her body while she adjusted to his girth.

  At one point, she whimpered, biting her lip, but she never told him to stop. Rann must have realized it was too much though, because his fingers came over to play with her, running in gentle circles as he pushed himself deeper, helping her relax.

  “Holy shit,” she hissed as the last of him disappeared inside her. “Fuck, you’re big.”

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” Rann grunted, his face focused.

  She pulled him down to her, wanting to kiss him some more. They stayed still for a bit, each adjusting to the other.

  “Oh my god,” she moaned as Rann pulled back and then thrust forward for the first time. “Oh my god.”

  The words tumbled out of her mouth on repeat, mixed with some expletives and wordless sounds of pleasure as their hips came together, slowly at first, but with increasing velocity, as they both warmed to the intimacy being shared between them.

  Rann’s hands wrapped around the back of her neck, and she grabbed on to his arms, squeezing the muscles tight beneath her short, thick fingers.

  It wouldn’t be long before she came yet again, and Gayle knew that was going to be the last one of the night for her. She couldn’t last with him inside her, much as she might want to. He was just too big.

  “I’m so close,” she gasped into the space between them. “Don’t stop. Whatever you do, don’t stop. I need it…”

  Rann growled, and she felt him swell, though it was hard to believe he could have gotten any larger. She couldn’t take it. Stretched to what felt like breaking point, Gayle cried out, losing all semblance of self-control as her walls clamped down around Rann with an intensity she’d never experienced before.

  He literally tore the orgasm from her body, and she screamed.

  A mighty roar burst through her scream. As consumed as she was by the brutal ecstasy being inflicted upon her, Gayle retained enough awareness to open her eyes. She watched Rann’s face contort with similar pleasure, and a moment later, her insides filled with an unbelievable warmth, the sensation triggering another climax, a near continuation of the first.

  Gayle’s fingernails dug so deep into his arms, she was afraid she would break skin. Or at least, she would have been if her brain was capable of such thought. Rann had turned it into nothing but mush though, and she simply lay shaking on the bed, all her remaining brainpower focused on reminding her body to breathe.

  She had no idea how long they lay like that, Rann draped over her on the bed, still deep inside her. Her mind wasn’t working quite right.

  Only when he slipped out of her and they switched to more of a spooning position did rational thought start to return.

  Well, that was fun, she thought to herself, enjoying the warmth of his hard body pressed up against her back. She held no regrets over the act. It had definitely been worth it.

  But she couldn’t stop asking herself why. Why had she let Rann seduce her? Why had she let it get this far? Was it just for sex, like she’d assumed? Or was there another reason?

  Then another, more important question surfaced as her eyes began to droop.

  Was he expecting to stay the night? She felt small and safe in his arms, and the heat of his presence was nice… Would it be such a bad thing?

  Gayle stifled a yawn. Behind her she heard gentle snoring.

  Oh. Okay. I guess this is happening…

  Chapter Fifteen

  Rann

  Rann barely recognized himself.

  Oh, he looked the same. His hair was still tied back behind his head, and his face was the one he’d seen in the mirror every morning for years. Perhaps with slightly bigger circles under his eyes, but physically, he was the same.

  It was the rest of him that was a stranger.

  Yet even despite acknowledging it, he still didn’t care. He was too happy to care that this was so unlike him that something had to be wrong.

  Rann caught himself as he almost started whistling as he pulled open cabinet doors, looking around for what he might find. There was nothing wrong with what he was doing, he told himself. He was making breakfast.

  Okay, maybe more like brunch. So we slept in. Then we…well, it’s a late start, so brunch is appropriate.

  That was perfectly normal.

  Except for the part where he was doing it at Gayle’s house. Where he’d stayed the night. He, Rann, had stayed the night at a woman’s house.

  He didn’t do that. It was a rule of his.

  Yet not only had he stayed, he’d decided to make breakfast. For the two of them. In his boxers, while suppressing an urge to whistle happily to himself.

  “Who am I?” he asked.

  But he didn’t stop. The truth of it was, Rann wanted to make Gayle happy. He wanted to impress her. It was an instinct he couldn’t explain, a feeling he’d never felt before. There would be time to analyze it later. For now though, he needed to make some pancakes.

  They had expended a lot of energy the night before and then again that morning.

  He grinned smugly to himself as he started whisking up the ingredients into batter, the stove preheating a pair of pans he’d found in one of the under-counter cabinets.

  The batter mixed, he set it on the counter to rise for a minute or so before he spooned the first few pancakes into the pans. She was going to love this. He hoped.

  Something thumped at the door.

  He turned slowly at the shoulder, watching the door warily, wondering who it might be. Postman, perhaps? Nobody had knocked and they sounded like they were gone, so perhaps that was—

  Knock. Knock.

  The two thuds came slowly, spaced apart.

  “Crap,” he muttered, padding silently to the door and peering through the peephole, glad that there were no windows on either side for anyone to see in.

  An older couple stood outside. The male was holding a box in one hand, while the shorter woman held a pair of bags, one in each hand, and was struggling with a purse that kept slipping off her shoulder.

  Uh-oh.

  “Where is she?” he heard the woman say. “She knows we’re coming, right? We told her that?”

  “Ye
s dear. It’s her birthday today. She knows her parents are going to be there for it, like usual. She’s probably just running late. Maybe she was in the bathroom, who knows. Here, I’ll knock again for you.”

  Rann couldn’t help but smile at the playful bickering between them. It was clear they’d been at it for years, but there was humor buried in Gayle’s parents’ words as well.

  Then he blinked. Gayle’s parents.

  “Oh no,” he whispered, backing away from the door. “Oh crap.”

  He heard footsteps behind him and turned. It was Gayle, she was emerging from the bedroom.

  “Are those pancakes I smell?” she asked sleepily.

  He nodded.

  “Aww, you’re making breakfast.”

  “Yup,” he said tightly.

  Gayle frowned. “Is something wrong? What was that thudding I heard? Did you break something?”

  Rann opened his mouth, but at that moment Gayle’s father decided to follow through with his promise to knock again. The sound stole Gayle’s attention, then she heard his voice. Rann watched her eyes dart to the door. Then to the clock on the wall. Then to him.

  “Oh shit,” she hissed.

  “Your parents appear to be at the door,” he said with more calm than he felt.

  “Gayle, darling? It’s your parents. Are you there?” a female voice called through the door.

  “Yeah, I can hear that,” Gayle hissed.

  “So, uh, what do you want me to do?” he asked, surmising that she wasn’t ready to introduce him.

  “You could get dressed, for starters,” she said, pointing at his nearly nude form.

  “Right. Of course.” He headed for the bedroom then paused as he drew about even with her.

  “Should I, you know…”

  Gayle looked at him. Her father knocked again at the same moment, and the fear in her eyes intensified. Yes, she definitely was not ready for anything like this. Rann cursed himself for not just leaving right away when he’d woken up, but the truth was, he didn’t want to leave her. He wanted to stay.

  “Should you what?” Gayle asked uncomfortably, shifting her weight back and forth.

  “You know, go out the bedroom window,” he suggested.

  “Run away? What about your truck?”

  He shrugged. “Say one of your friends had too much to drink last night and someone else drove them home.”

  Gayle brightened, some of the discomfort and fear leaving her face. “You wouldn’t be upset if I asked you to do that?”

  Rann smiled, hoping it didn’t look as false as it felt. “Of course not,” he lied.

  Wait. Why would I be upset? I’ve done similar before…

  “Okay, thank you so much,” she sagged. “Just be quiet in there.”

  The doorbell rang.

  “I really have to get that. Can you close the door behind you?”

  Rann smiled. “Of course. You won’t hear a peep from me.”

  “Thank you,” Gayle sighed and headed for the door.

  Rann disappeared into the bedroom and closed the door. Then he started searching for his clothing, trying to remember where it had been discarded during the night.

  Outside, he heard Gayle call to her mother, telling her that she was coming, to just give her another moment.

  He finished getting dressed and went for the window at the same moment that Gayle pulled open the front door.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Gayle

  How could I have forgotten they were coming over?!

  “Hi Mom, hi Dad,” she said, plastering a false smile on her face as she opened the door.

  Her parents swarmed in, her mom giving her a hug. Gayle returned it, wishing she could just shrivel up and die or disappear. Anything that would end the awkwardness of that morning. Anything.

  Please, please, let them be oblivious and buy the excuse about his truck.

  The last thing she needed was to explain to her parents why there was a strange man in her house. Although she’d briefly talked with her mom about her breakup with Mikey, she wasn’t ready for any of that to happen.

  “How are you sweetheart?” her mother asked. “Did you just get up? Have a bit too much last night?”

  Gayle couldn’t help but smile as her mom nudged her knowingly with an elbow, chuckling to herself as she pushed past into the house.

  “Hello, darling,” her father said, holding the present out to one side while coming in to wrap her up with his free arm. “Happy birthday.”

  “Thanks Dad,” she said, accepting his hug with gratitude. Her dad gave the best hugs.

  “I thought we were going for brunch?” her mom asked from behind her.

  Gayle turned. Her mom was staring at the kitchen.

  “Uhhh,” Gayle said, her stomach sinking.

  Crap. How was she going to explain all this away? Think girl, think!

  “I just needed a bit of a pre-brunch meal,” she said uncomfortably. “Like you said, last night got a bit out of hand. Thought that you might enjoy some homemade pancakes too.”

  Her mom arched an eyebrow but only nodded.

  “That’s why Ben’s truck is out front too,” she said, relaxing into the lie.

  “I wondered whose that was,” her father said. “And I love pancakes.”

  Bless you, Dad!

  Gayle was pretty certain her mom wasn’t buying the excuse, but either her father was, or he was giving her an out. Either way, she was grateful to him.

  “Well, I’m glad you had fun dear,” her mom said. “I know it must not have been the easiest. So I’m glad your real friends were here for you.”

  Gayle smiled. “Thanks, Mom. It was actually quite nice. I’m glad I went ahead and had them over anyway.”

  “Think you can put up with your dear old parents for a bit this morning?” her mom asked, a twinkle in her eye.

  Laughing, Gayle went over and gave her mother another hug. “Of course, Mom. You’ll just have to handle me moving a bit slower while I shake off the hangover. It was a rough night.”

  Her mom laughed. Gayle bit back a smile at the double entendre. Her dad chuckled lowly along with them. From in the bedroom, there was a loud thump.

  Then the sound of someone cursing.

  Gayle stiffened. Both her parent’s eyes swiveled to her.

  Just kill me now God, please. Spare me.

  “Gayle, honey, what was that?” her mom asked.

  “I don’t know,” she said, concentrating as hard as she could, trying to make herself just disappear. Or melt into a muddle. Or burst into a million pieces. Anything to spare her the awkwardness she knew was coming. “I’ll go check it out.

  “Oh, no you won’t,” her dad said, putting himself between the two women and her bedroom door. “If there’s an intruder in there, he might get you. Carol, call the sheriff. Get them here right away.”

  Gayle’s eyebrows shot up as her father grabbed a knife from her kitchen block.

  “No, Dad, wait,” she said, closing her eyes. “You don’t need that. Mom, put your phone down. It’s okay.”

  “I am not going to let some thief rob my daughter’s house!” her father said. He was in protective-dad mode now.

  “Dad,” she said, pleading with him, staring at the ground so she didn’t have to see the look she knew her mother was giving her. “Please. Put it back. You don’t have to do that. Trust me, okay?”

  Her mother was the first to get it. “There’s no intruder, Gayle, is there? Not an unwanted one, at least.”

  Fuck my life.

  Shoulders slumping, face red as hell, Gayle shook her head. “No Mom, there isn’t.”

  “Well then, what the hell was that sound?” her father asked.

  Why is this happening to me? Why?

  “You may as well come out this way,” she called to Rann. “Since you apparently can’t sneak out of a window to save your life.”

  “There’s a rose bush outside the window,” came the familiar voice as he exited her bedroom. “Y
ou didn’t tell me about that.”

  Gayle looked up. Everyone was staring at her.

  “I didn’t damage the window though,” Rann said, smiling proudly at her, as if that made everything okay.

  It was her mother who broke the silence that followed.

  “Well dear, aren’t you going to introduce us?” she said in a dry tone.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Gayle

  Closing her eyes and counting to three didn’t help.

  She debated trying again to the count of ten but, deep down, Gayle knew there was no saving herself from the situation. Her life was about to get unbelievably more awkward. It was going to be years, if ever, before her parents stopped reminding her about this.

  Why did I have to go and let him stay over? Why didn’t I just set an alarm and get him out of the house?

  Her cheeks flushed as she remembered she had set an alarm. Rann had decided it meant it was time to distract her, however, and he’d left her brain completely incapable of remembering that her parents were coming over. For her birthday.

  Damn, he’s good. Wait, no, stop it!

  “Honey? Gayle?” her mom said. “We’re all just sort of standing around here.”

  “Why is this happening to me?” she moaned, then steeled herself. “Mom, Dad, this is Rann. Rann, my parents.”

  “Hello,” Rann said, all charming and impossibly bright, given the situation.

  Gayle tried not to cringe as he stepped forward and shook her parents’ hands, smiling warmly as if absolutely nothing was wrong. Meanwhile, Gayle stood rooted to the spot, wishing she could be invisible. A chameleon who could blend into the background and make a run for the door so she didn’t have to endure the awkwardness.

  It was bad enough that they’d caught her with a random in her bedroom, but only days after she’d ended a serious relationship? That made it even worse! Her mother was going to judge her like mad. Gayle was not looking forward to that conversation.

  “So, what do you do?” Gayle’s mother asked.

  Oh god. She was giving him the rundown. Her mother was already analyzing Rann as if he was going to be sticking around and that he wasn’t just some birthday sex. Why mom? Can’t you just smile and be quiet until I can get him out of the house?