Dragon's Secret Baby (Silver Dragon Mercenaries Book 1)

by Sky Winters

  “Thanks. Just set them over by the woodstove.” He pointed to the corner of the living room with his chin.

  I left him to drop my pile when I could suddenly feel his eyes on me. “You look good in my shirt.” He commented.

  I sashay in a circle, “What, this old thing? Thank you, sir.”

  Walker padded up to me and wrapped his arms around my waist. “Sir? A guy could get used to that kind of talk.” He bent down and nuzzled my neck. The sensation heightened my already overworked senses.

  “Would you like that, sir?” I teased, “Having a woman at your beck and call? To take and ravish when ever you wanted?” Wait, why would I suggest that? Was that something I wanted?

  I could feel Walker’s shoulders shake. He was laughing at me!

  “If she were as gorgeous as you? Abso-fucking-lutely.” He pressed his pelvis against mine. “You wanna be that woman? I have to admit the thought of you trussed up and moaning is a tempting one.” He dragged a finger between my breasts as he spoke.

  “Are you telling me you’re into that sort of thing?” Please say yes. I’ll do whatever you want.

  “I am, but only with the right partner.” I felt his facial hair graze my jaw as his teeth caught my earlobe. I moaned and gripped his biceps. I was going down if I didn’t.

  He nipped and kissed down my neck, sending little jolts and shivers through me. As his hands traveled down the front of my body, I was mentally screaming at him to fuck me.

  I felt the caress of very large hands on my legs as Walker dragged them up my thighs, riding up the hem of his t-shirt, which hardly covered anything anyway. His breath caressed my ear and the vibration of his voice against my skin made me soaking wet.

  My body protested as I pulled away. Walker looked confused. “Did I step over the line?”

  “Oh hell no. I am dripping right now I want you so bad. I was just curious, did you want to see me again after tonight?” I crossed my fingers behind my back.

  “Are you kidding? With an ass like yours I’m not letting you out of my sight.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me against him. “Of course. I would like to take you out to dinner once in a while too.” One corner of his mouth turned up into an adorable crooked smile.

  “I just want to let you know that I’m on birth control and have only ever had one partner.” I blurted out. I had thought that would be good information to know moving forward.

  Walker’s mouth hit the floor. I watched one emotion after another cross his face. Annoyance, confusion, triumph, and a few more I couldn’t quite put my finger on made me wonder if I made the right choice. “How old are you?” he asked suddenly looking dubious.

  “I’m twenty-six. Don’t worry I’m legal. I just happened to have been in a very long-term relationship that I got out of just a few months ago.” I figured if the honesty train was leaving I should probably get on it.

  “O-kay. So am I supposed to be some kind of rebound thing or what?”

  I had to ponder that for a minute. I knew the answer to that question, but it may have just turned into the wrong one. “You were… are supposed to be just a one night thing.” I hesitated. Should I continue my thought?

  When Walker didn’t say anything I guessed he wanted me to continue. “But I’m enjoying your company so much that I think I’d like to see you again. You know if you still want to see me again.”

  I felt heat creep up my cheeks as Walker studied me. I was such a stupid girl for telling essentially a complete stranger that I was emotionally raw. Hell, I might as well have told him I was planning the wedding for all the good my mouth seemed to be doing me. “You can say something now.”

  Walker smirked and took a step back. Tipping my chin up so he could look at me he responded, “I don’t mind. I wasn’t too sure about the one other partner thing, but that’s no big deal. Virgins freak me out. I’ve been with two and they both got weird and clingy after. Your relationship history is no problem and I’m glad you’re on birth control because I’m not a fan of rubbers. I’m clean and have the paperwork to prove it. I just got tested a few weeks ago actually if that makes you feel better.”

  In a way it did. “I did the same when I dumped my ex. He was a cheater and fucked half the women in town so I had to make sure. I got lucky.” Boy did I. The fact that for the three months before I ended it he wouldn’t touch me is likely what saved me. I found out two weeks after I dumped him that he had gotten chlamydia from God knows where.

  “Let’s just have fun with this thing.” He slipped his fingers between the wet folds of my pussy. “There are so many things I’d love to do to you,” he announced as his index finger circled my clit. “And maybe a few I’d like you to do to me,” he said with a cocky grin.

  I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and in that breath I realized I was not a casual kind of girl. Bravo to the women that can keep their relationships string free, but gazing into Walker Lewis’s eyes, I could feel myself being sucked into those honey colored depths. That would be a problem.

  As his mouth found mine again, I abandoned that thought. Like Scarlett O’Hara, I’d worry about that tomorrow.

  Chapter 4

  I woke up with a start. Nothing about the room I was in was familiar. The sheets I had slept on were not mine. I didn’t recognize the light fixture over my head or the pillow under it. Wide-eyed, I scanned the room until I landed on Walker sleeping soundly next to me. That’s when the night before came flooding back, as did the delicious soreness between my legs.

  I reached down to touch the tender flesh of my thighs, the skin still sticky with Walker’s cum. I smile and stretch, working out the kinks and knots from using muscles that I didn’t know I had in positions I had never attempted before and it was amazing. I finally found a guy that was experienced enough to want to see me get my pleasure first…. and then four more times throughout the night.

  Rolling over onto my side, I tried to ease out from under Walker’s grip. He had his arm flung over me in a way that felt somehow casual and possessive all at once. I managed to turn myself so my feet hit the floor when I was yanked back with a yelp.

  “Not so fast,” Walker said as he rolled over on top of me, the tip his morning wood pressing against my opening.

  I laughed as I struggled a bit. “Walker, I have to pee!” I squeaked.

  “It’s the morning. This won’t take long.”

  He plunged inside of me and began to rock his hips. I gritted my teeth because at first the stretching hurt from being so sore, but within a minute or two I was wet enough to feel nothing but pleasure as he stroked against my g-spot over and over.

  Walker’s hips found their rhythm and worked me up so fast that my orgasm took me completely by surprise. With my muscles pulsing around his cock and a grunt in response, Walker came inside me for, I wasn’t sure what number that was.

  “You are insatiable, sir. What happened to guys needing a bounce back period?”

  Walker growled and planted a quick, but by no means chaste, kiss on my mouth. “I guess I’m just a special kind of guy,” he said with a shrug and a grin.

  I climbed out of bed. Walker slapped me on the ass as I leaned forward to stand, causing me to squeal and scamper off to the bathroom, the sting lingering on the delicate and sensitive skin of my behind.

  I got the brilliant idea to make breakfast while I was busy washing my hands. I could really go for something hearty to build my strength back up. My stomach rumbled in agreement.

  Finishing up and slipping Walker’s t-shirt over my head again, I hobbled into the kitchen, cowboy style. I quietly laughed at myself as I squatted down to find a pan in the lower cabinets. I couldn’t remember a time where I had felt so good and so bad all at the same time.

  I managed to come up with a cast iron number, but an inspection of the contents of the fridge left me empty-handed. It was sadly, a bachelor’s fridge. A lonely, half eaten jar of pickles and a stale hamburger bun were the sole occupants of an otherwise desolate refrigera
tor. “Well, that won’t do.” I murmured to myself.

  I shut the door and leaned against the ancient appliance. With it’s off avocado green color the thing had to be a relic from the 1970s. In fact, the whole kitchen looked like it had been lifted from the same time period and plunked down in an otherwise rustic and woodsy cabin. One of the linoleum tiles had lifted at one corner. I toyed with it with my big toe as I contemplated our food situation.

  “Walker?” I called out, “Walker, I’m starving and you’ve got nothing in your kitchen,” I explained as I padded back to the bedroom. I opened the door to find him out of bed and fastening his belt. Even standing their shirtless I felt my pulse ramp up. In the early morning light I could make out his tattoos better. Howling wolves were interspersed with bursts of light on his upper arms. With his back to me I could see the incredible detail of a huge wolf outstretched and hands covering its face. The artist must have been immensely talented, the images looked like they would spring right off the skin.

  Walker turned to face me. “If you toss me that shirt you’re wearing I can take you out.”

  I glanced down at my torso like I didn’t know what he was talking about and had myself a “duh” moment. I shouldn’t be allowed in the same room as beautiful men. They kill brain cells. I peel the shirt off and toss it to him; I was completely nude again.

  “You should go ahead and get dressed,” Walker suggested, “Before I toss you back on that bed again.”

  My stomach rumbled audibly again in protest. “As lovely as that sounds, I’m sore and so hungry I could eat a horse.” I shake my dress from the night before out and slip it on over my head. I hadn’t bothered with a bra while I was getting ready the night before. I hurried and slipped my shoes back on. I was getting the shakes I was so hungry.

  Walker had been watching me get ready. “You don’t have any underwear, do you?”

  “Shit.” Somehow I did forget that more than minor detail. “This is all I have. I wasn’t planning on having a sleepover.” In the haste to leave Joker’s the night before we both forgot I wasn’t wearing anything under my dress. Such a state is actually really unsafe o a motorcycle.

  Walker rummaged around in his dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans. “Put these on. They might be a little big, but at least you’ll be covered.”

  I studied the waistband and the slimness of Walkers hips and torso. There was a better chance these would be too small, but I pulled them on anyway. I managed to get them buttoned and they did fit comfortably. Yay me!

  Walker nodded his approval. “Great. Let’s get out of here.”

  Chapter 5

  What was supposed to have been a most glorious one-night stand had turned into nearly a month of coital bliss. We couldn’t get enough of each other. If we weren’t having sex we were at least touching in some fashion.

  Walker had decided to try pushing his luck at Joker’s again that night after I got off work. I’m not terribly keen on that, but he had put on his alpha pants and there was nothing I could do or say that would change his mind. Not even a blowjob. It was that serious.

  I arrived at work only twenty minutes late. I had managed to sleep through my alarm that morning. It wasn’t my favorite way to start my day.

  I met up with Crystal in the break room to grab myself a cup of coffee and settle my frayed nerves before jumping into my edits.

  “Where have you been, missy?” Crystal asked. Her hands were planted on her hips in mock indignation.

  “I overslept.”

  “I’m not talking about this morning. I mean the last month. I haven’t seen you and you blew off girls night on Friday.”

  “Well…” I blushed and looked at the floor. I felt sheepish; I could only imagine how I looked.

  “Oh. My. God. You blew me off for that guy didn’t you?” Crystal tried, but couldn’t keep the shit-eating grin off her face. “That good, huh?”

  I nodded. “Oh man, Crystal he’s amazing. Even if he’s just the Stephen rebound guy, he makes me feel so good.” I finished stirring and take a swallow of my coffee and grimaced. “Ugh! Who made the coffee this morning?”

  Crystal looked offended then glanced at the contents of her own mug. “I did not ten minutes ago.” She took a sip and shrugged. “Tastes fine to me.”

  I wrinkled my nose before taking another tentative sip and freeze as it hits my stomach. “Oh, fuck.” I tossed my cup in the sink and bolted to the trashcan in the corner of the room just in time to completely empty out the contents of my stomach.

  Crystal hurried over and grabbed my hair, pulling it out of the line of fire. I paused after heaving to test for any potential aftershock. “Can you grab me a paper towel?” I asked weakly.

  “Of course.” Crystal hurried back with my request. “Have a little too much this weekend?”

  “No. I had one drink on Friday and that’s it. Maybe I caught a bug or something.”

  Crystal chuckled. “With all the sex you’ve been having, maybe you’re pregnant.”

  “Come on, Crystal. Don’t even joke like that.” I stiffened as I do the mental math. Counting backwards from then I was officially a week late. I dug my birth control pack out of my purse and see that I’d taken each and every single pill, but somehow didn’t notice when I’d finished the placebo pills and still hadn’t gotten my period. I looked up at Crystal wide-eyed. “Fuck. You might be right.”

  Crystal startled. “What? I was just kidding. Give me those.” She snatched the pink pod out of my hands and saw the same thing I did. “Did you miss one or maybe took one too late?”

  I shook my head. “Nope. I even set an alarm so I don’t forget. What are the odds?”

  “Less than three per cent. We need to go to the drugstore now. I’ll tell the boss that you’ve got a stomach bug and I need to take you home.”

  “Lyla! Come on out of there. What does it say?” Crystal was banging on my bathroom door. I knew she was lingering out there the entire time, which didn’t exactly take the pressure off to pee.

  I had kept my eyes closed until the timer went off. I needed to know, but I didn’t want to. Lo and behold that hunk of plastic that could not lie, told me my fate in plain digital letters: pregnant. 3+ weeks.

  I traipsed over to the bathroom door and weakly pulled it open.

  “So?” Crystal asked tapping her foot.

  I couldn’t speak. The capacity for normal human speech had been forgotten in that moment. Instead I handed her the test.

  “Holy shit! Lyla, you’re pregnant!” Crystal got a little giddy for a second, but when she realized I wasn’t celebrating too she stopped. “Are you alright? I thought you wanted to be a mom?”

  “I did. I do! I just didn’t think it was going to be with a guy who is supposed to be temporary and while I was on The Pill.”

  “Just tell me what you want to do and I’ll help support you one hundred per cent.” I felt her hands smoothing the tension from my back.

  “Nothing. Nothing for now, thanks. I’ll see Walker tonight and I’ll discuss it with him. In the meantime, would you mind calling my gynecologist and getting me an appointment today? I don’t trust my fingers to not drop my phone.”

  I waited for Walker to pick me up out on the sidewalk. I knew he would be suspicious since he usually came to the door, but I was too anxious to be cooped up. The ultrasound photo felt like a bomb in my purse that would go off any second. I was lucky my doctor was able to get me in within a couple of hours to confirm exactly what was going on with me.

  I could hear the roar of the motorcycle from the entrance of the neighborhood, my anxiety ticked up as the sound drew closer. Walker pulled up in front of me and turned off the bike. “What’s going on?” Worry clear on his face.

  Again, I couldn’t say the word. I just handed him the fuzzy black and white printout and held my breath.

  He stared for a moment before going completely ashen. “What am I looking at here? Are you…?” Turned out he couldn’t say it either.

  I n
odded. I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, no matter how hard I fought them back. This was it. He was going to bail and I’d never see him again.

  The look of shock quickly rearranged itself into one of elation. “You’re pregnant? We’re going to have a baby!” He scooped me up and squeezed me tight, planting scratchy kisses all over my face.

  “You aren’t mad?” I was dumbfounded. I hadn’t expected his reaction.

  “Mad? Why would I be mad? This is amazing fucking news! I’m going to have a baby with the woman I love.” Time came to a grinding halt.

  Love? Was it love between the two of us? I had been under the impression that it was lust. Well, mostly lust with a healthy amount of affection and respect sprinkled in. I wasn’t sure how to answer and judging by the look on Walker’s face, I thought he’d rather I forgot he said anything at all.

  Since I wasn’t sure about my feelings for him, I decided to drop the subject for the time being in favor of a much more pressing one. “Babies,” I announced pointing to the two dark spots on the ultrasound.

  “What?” Walker asked, snapping out of his daze.

  “Babies; as in plural. We are having twins, and apparently big ones. My doctor said I look like I’m about two months along, which is nuts.”

  Walker sighed and handed me back the photo. “We need to talk.”

  Shit. “Here it comes, the rejection.”

  “No! No, no. Are you kidding? I wasn’t planning on letting you go and considering the circumstances now, you’re stuck with me.” He grinned, an expression that quickly melted away. “You’re pregnancy is going to go by fast. Shifter babies develop especially quick.” He paused to weigh my reaction before continuing. “The Wraith’s aren’t just a club, we’re also able to shift from people to animals; specifically wolves.”

  I felt like someone dropped ice down my back. “Those are just stories! There is no such thing.” I’m having babies with a delusional crazy person.

  “Sure, but the stories are based in reality. They have to come from somewhere.” He raked a hand through his hair. “Look, I don’t want to discuss this here. Let’s go and I’ll explain everything when we’re around safe company.” He held his hand out to me.