In the Arms of the Dragon Princes

by Jessica Miller

  Samantha froze. Wouldn’t Marta just love that? She couldn’t risk it. If Marta didn’t make her life a living hell, Frank would fire her for decreasing productivity. Blake had her over a barrel.

  “Fine. But this time, I pick.”

  “Fair enough.”

  “I’ve never ridden in a hot air balloon. I read somewhere that you owned and flew your own. I want to ride in it.”

  “Piece of cake. The weather should be perfect tomorrow for a sunset ride. Shall I pick you up from work?”

  “Dear God, no!” she shouted, then lowered her voice, “No, please. I’ll meet you.”

  “What if I pick you up from around the corner? Would that work?”

  Samantha sighed.

  “You’re so pushy.”

  “Not pushy. But I’m a man that knows what I want.”

  “Yes, fine. Around the corner. I get off at four.”

  “I’ll see you then.” He leaned in slightly, eyes crinkling when he smiled. “Now about that kiss.”

  Samantha rolled her eyes, but he captured her mouth with his before she could protest.

  She was not prepared for the electricity that shot through her, or the way her body responded with a heat that was almost unbearable. She wondered if he might change his mind about coming if he knew how aroused she already was.

  Blake broke away, planting one more gentle kiss on her lips before tenderly cupping her cheek in his hand again. He lingered for a moment before saying his goodbye. He looked over his shoulder once, smiling when he saw she was still standing there.

  Samantha turned the key violently in the lock and shoved the door open. Blake was going to be a hard habit to break if she let this go on any longer. But damned if the man would take “go away” for an answer.

  She had her hands full with this one.

  *****

  Samantha looked over her shoulder as she walked out of the building and hurried around the corner. She’d lit out of the office at exactly four o’clock, trying to get out of the bullpen and into the elevator before everyone else.

  She didn’t want Marta to see her and she hadn’t told Jen where she was going.

  Blake was right where he’d promised he’d be, standing beside the passenger door so he could open it for her.

  “I love that blue on you. It really brings out your adorable freckles.”

  He’d noticed her freckles? That was a first. No other man ever had, or at least if they had, they hadn’t said a word.

  “Thanks.”

  “I’ve got everything prepped and we have plenty of time to get up in the air and have a leisurely meal before the sun sets.”

  Samantha couldn’t help it, she was genuinely delighted and giddy with excitement.

  “I hope you like cheese and fruit.”

  “I’m lactose intolerant.”

  “Oh man. We’ll stop and get something on the way-”

  “I’m just joking. I love cheese. Who doesn’t love cheese?”

  “People who are lactose intolerant.”

  “True. I shouldn’t joke about that. I would die without cheese.”

  “Good to know.”

  He chuckled beneath his breath, guiding the car onto the highway and heading out of the city.

  “Where are we going?”

  “My ranch. It’s where I keep my balloon.”

  “Oh.”

  “Oh? Don’t you want to go to my ranch?”

  “I guess, but that’s kind of serious, don’t you think?”

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t elaborate, and he and Samantha fell into an easy silence while he drove.

  She watched the houses get further and further apart, wishing she could live in a place where the nearest neighbor was miles away.

  When Blake pulled down a narrow paved road with a sign that said “Linebacker Way” he didn’t have to tell her that they were almost to his home.

  “Why didn’t you use the team name for your sign?”

  “Do you have any idea how often linebackers get traded? One year, I had to fly to San Diego every week for practice and every weekend during football season. I’ll always be a linebacker, but I won’t always play for Atlanta.”

  “Well that stinks.”

  “Not really. I’ve made enough money over nearly ten years to buy myself and my mother nice houses, and once I retire in a year or two, I’ll never have to work again. It seems like a good trade-off.”

  “Was that your mom on the phone the other night?”

  “Yes.”

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”

  “It’s alright. My little brother gives her some trouble and he was off with friends again. She worries when he doesn’t come home.”

  “How old is he?”

  “Seventeen. He’s got a few months before he goes to college. I’ve already paid for that, but if he wants to do more than study and live in the dorms, he’ll have to make his own way. He’ll straighten up. We all lose our way now and then.”

  “I’m sorry I got so cross with you the other night about the phone.”

  Blake squeezed her hand as he pulled onto a long, tree lined driveway.

  “I’m not worried about it.”

  Samantha was about to say something more on the subject when Blake’s mansion came into view. Her eyes widened and her jaw went slack. The two-story building was overwhelming and cozy all at once, and Samantha was awestruck by it.

  “Your house is beautiful.”

  “Thank you. I hope one day to fill it with a family. Right now, it’s just a little lonelier than I’d anticipated.”

  “I can see that.”

  “I’ll give you the grand tour after our ride. I don’t want to run out of daylight.”

  Samantha waited for Blake to open the door, taking his hand to get out, even though she didn’t need help. He was a gentleman through and through, and Samantha was starting to wonder if maybe the joy of dating him, even if only for a few months, was worth the heartache.

  It would be nice to be treated like a princess for a while.

  He led her around the back of the house and she looked in awe at the hot air balloon, tied up and ready to go.

  “Wow.”

  “Isn’t it amazing? People made fun of me when I bought it, but there’s really nothing like it. This area is perfect for flying too. With so many ranches, there’s a lot of beautiful scenery.”

  Samantha watched him as he expertly prepared the balloon for takeoff then held out his hand to her.

  “I don’t know if I can do this.”

  Why was she scared?

  “You can. You’re going to love it, I promise.”

  Samantha let him pull her into the basket. An old-fashioned picnic basket was on the spacious floor.

  “The first jolt off the ground is a bit rough, but after that it’s smooth sailing.”

  Samantha held onto side, bracing herself as Blake untied the balloon from the stake anchoring it to the ground. As promised, there was a slight jolt and then the balloon floated gently into the air. Samantha watched in wonder at the beauty that surrounded them as the balloon climbed higher and higher.

  “This is amazing.”

  “So are you.”

  Samantha blushed fiercely at the compliment as Blake left the controls, pulling her into his arms for a quick kiss before he pulled out the picnic basket. He hung it on a hook that clung to the edge of the basket so they could stand and enjoy the scenery while they ate. He stood behind her, his hands on either side of her, his body pressed against hers and holding her steady as the basket swayed gently on the breeze and they floated into the air.

  Samantha was too excited to eat. This was the most amazing thing she’d ever seen in her twenty-two years.

  The cheese could wait.

  *****

  As promised, the scenery was breath-taking. Samantha stood for a long while, just taking it all in. More than once, she caught Blake watching her, which immediately set her heart aflame.

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p; Did he have any idea how handsome he was?

  He stood behind her and she leaned into him, letting him hold her steady when he wrapped his arms around her and kissed the back of her neck. The basket was tall, stopping just above her rib cage. Even though she wasn’t strapped in, she didn’t feel the least bit afraid, which surprised her.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he said, inhaling the scent of her and trailing kisses along her neck and shoulders.

  She tilted her head back, exposing her throat to him. He continued kissing her, his lips warm and tender as he covered every inch of her that wasn’t covered in clothing.

  “Is that why you brought me up here, to tell me how beautiful I am?”

  She could feel his lips spread into a smile on her neck, but he didn’t answer her. His hands tightened around her waist and her nipples hardened beneath her shirt. Her body responded to him in a way that she couldn’t quite control and he was testing her self-control.

  “You’re playing with fire,” she warned him.

  “Good. I was hoping there was a little fire in you.”

  His voice was low, raspy with need. Apparently Samantha wasn’t the only one who was feeling the effects of being this close to him.

  She turned to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him passionately. Her tongue explored the heat of his mouth as his hands slid down her back and cupped her ass.

  “I was starting to think that you were too much of a gentleman for me.”

  “There’s no such thing,” he quipped.

  His voice was playful and Samantha found that she enjoyed that more than the dark seriousness that seemed to engulf men the minute sex might actually be on the table.

  “Have you ever had sex in this thing?”

  “No. I’ve been saving it for someone special.”

  His hand slid along her collarbone and dipped under the neckline of her shirt, teasing the top of her breast and causing her nipples to harden further. Samantha was starting to get frustrated. Was he really missing all of her cues? She didn’t want to make out like high schoolers. She wanted to be adventurous and take it further.

  “Am I special enough?” she chanced, hoping that the answer wouldn’t make her wish that she’d never asked.

  “I’ve never brought anyone up in the balloon with me before you. I feel like that’s pretty special.”

  “You’re exasperating.”

  “Why’s that?” He was teasing her and she knew it.

  “You know why. I want you and you’re toying with me.”

  “I am.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you look so stunning when you’re wracked with longing.”

  “I look even better when I’m satisfied.”

  “I don’t doubt it, and I’m looking forward to finding out if that’s true.”

  Samantha didn’t have time to respond before she felt his hands creep up under her shirt. He rubbed her back, his hands quick as he released her bra in one swift motion.

  He moved his hands over her rib cage and across her belly before heading north, grabbing her breasts and rubbing his thumbs across her nipples.

  Samantha’s head fell back as she moaned. She caught sight of the colorful fabric above them and stopped him as he moved his hands down to her waistband.

  “I want to watch the sunset while we do it.”

  She turned around, gripping the sides of the basket and pushing her ass against him. Blake’s hands trembled with need as he unbuttoned her jeans, shoving her pants down and moving in behind her.

  She moved her legs apart when his hands moved over her hips, exploring the rounded, silky skin of her tight ass before slipping in between her legs.

  “You’re wet.”

  “You’ve done that to me more than once.”

  He growled softly in her ear, “Good to know. I promise to use my gift wisely.”

  Samantha giggled, feeling so naughty, floating above the town, with no one on the ground aware that she was half naked.

  “This is deliciously naughty. I don’t know if regular sex will be as exciting after this.”

  “I’ll make it my life’s work to make sure that’s not an issue.”

  His hand worked her while he talked, teasing her while he moved in behind her. She felt his rigid member press against her thighs and she spread her legs to accommodate him.

  She held the edge of the basket tightly as he slid inside her, slowly at first, then deeper until she’d taken him all the way to the hilt. He began to move against her, rocking his hips against the rhythm of the swaying balloon. He held the basket with one hand, his free hand resting low on her abdomen.

  As he thrust, he moved that hand down, dipping into the folds of her sex to search out the tiny nub. He stroked her with his finger while he thrust into her, matching the speed of his hips to the circles he made with his fingers.

  Samantha’s knuckles whitened as she gripped the edge of the basket tighter. She was so close to orgasm she could feel it building, her tightly wound body preparing to fly apart at any second. She kept her eyes locked on the scenery around them, arching her back and pressing her naked ass against him.

  She felt the wind swirl around her, licking her bare skin as he continued to dip into her. The tension was becoming too much, and Samantha wondered for a moment if anyone below would be able to hear them.

  “You don’t have to be quiet up here.”

  It was like he’d read her mind.

  With one mighty thrust, he pushed her over the edge and sent her body on wave after wave of delicious pleasure. Samantha cried out, not even attempting to hold back as she screamed his name in sweet, sweet agony.

  Blake held her for a moment, finally releasing himself powerfully, his voice joining hers to float onto the wind. He held onto her, his hips moving on their own as he pulled every drop of pleasure from her body.

  When he was finally spent he leaned against her, pinning her between himself and the basket for a moment while they fought to catch their breath. Samantha’s body convulsed around him, her legs trembling so much that she might have collapsed in a heap right there if he hadn’t held her so tightly.

  She was still breathing hard when she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his and resting her head against his chest. She could hear his heart beating wildly against his chest.

  “That was amazing,” she said, her voice breathy and light.

  “Who says we’re done?”

  *****

  Later that evening, Blake pulled up to her house, walking her to the door as he did before. Her legs still felt like jelly, even hours after they’d finally touched down and come back to reality. After three rounds of love-making, Samantha wouldn’t have been surprised if she woke up completely unable to get out of bed in the morning. But she certainly wasn’t complaining.

  He kissed her deeply, arms wrapped tightly around her as if he couldn’t bear to let her go. When he pulled away, Samantha looked him in the eye, her smile a little sad.

  “Look Blake. You’re a really nice guy, but we both know this isn’t going to go anywhere serious.”

  “You’re wrong.”

  She held up her hand to stop him.

  “I’m okay if you want to keep dating, casually. I just don’t want to get my heart broken.”

  Blake took a deep breath.

  “Samantha. I wish I could convince you that I’m not what the tabloids make us all out to be. I’m in love with you. I’m not saying we should get married tomorrow, but I want to spend time with you. Lots of time.”

  “I’m just afraid it’s not going to work out and we’ll both end up wasting our time.”

  “So then, let’s enjoy the ride and let the pieces fall where they will. No pressure, no talk about the future. We’ll just enjoy each other and let our relationship evolve naturally. Deal?”

  Samantha looked dubious, but she couldn’t argue with his logic.

  “Alright, deal.”

  He kissed her again and she gave
herself over to the feelings, her mind going back to that afternoon in the hot air balloon. Today had been the best day of her life, and she had no idea how anyone or anything could ever top it.

  But she was going to give Blake a chance to try. Even if it ended with a broken heart. It was about time she started living her life without worrying about what could happen. Blake Stemmons was a great guy. Even if they did breakup, at least she could look back on this time and remember feeling like a real-life princess.

  How many women could say that?

  ***

  The weeks became months and the months passed in a blur. While Blake continued to be the perfect gentleman, and an excellent lover, Samantha was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  Blake sent flowers once a week, and Marta had tired of teasing Samantha over her love life. Samantha’s life returned to normal, well as normal as a life could be when you were a mere call center girl dating a football player.

  Still, Samantha couldn’t shake the feeling that something had changed with Blake in the last few weeks. They were coming up on their six-month dating anniversary and he’d been uncharacteristically quiet. He blamed it on training camp and the impending football season, but Samantha wasn’t so sure.

  “Sammy, why are you borrowing trouble?” Jen asked her one day during their morning break.

  “This is real life, Jen. Someday, a better woman will come along and he’ll drop me for the next. That’s how these sports celebrities work.”

  Jen scoffed.

  “Even I know that Blake isn’t like the others. You’ve caught yourself a good one, Samantha. Accept it and let yourself be happy.”

  “I want to be. I just don’t want to lose him. When did I let myself fall in love with him?”

  “I have my guesses, but I’m going to keep them to myself.”

  “He’s just been so weird lately. I don’t know if he’s falling out of love with me. What if he was never in love at all? I was trying not to get my heart broken.”

  “You’re doing it again, Sammy. Stop it.”

  Samantha sighed, trying to push her thoughts out of her mind and focus on the positive.

  “Are you coming to the game tonight? I have great seats, better than usual even.”

  “I am. Are you? Have you even gone to a game since you two started dating?”