Page 36 of Sly (Dragon Riders MC 5)
“What?” I asked.
She patted my arm. “Sounds like it’s time for you and Sly to head out, yeah?”
Simone wiggled her eyebrows. “I don’t know about you, but I’m heading out.”
Knuckles wrapped his arm around Simone. “You and me both. Link?”
The man nodded. “Everyone’s dismissed. Joanna?”
Her arm dropped from around my shoulders. “Yeah?”
Link nodded. “Time to head upstairs for the night.”
Joanna giggled with glee as everyone dispersed, and I was left standing on an empty porch with Sly. With his eyes raking up and down my body and his hand reaching for mine, I interlocked our fingers as my hand slid against his own. He walked me out to his bike before handing me a spare helmet, and together we climbed onto his bike.
Then, as the rest of the guys along with their girls peeled down the driveway, Sly and I were the last to leave.
And the drive to his place was as silent as they came.
It wasn’t an uncomfortable silence. Just one we both needed. We pulled into a small parking lot behind a building on what seemed to be the new ‘main street’ in town, and he helped me off the bike. After packing away our helmets and our hands finding one another’s again, we walked up a set of outside steps all the way to the top of the building.
Before Sly led me into a massive studio apartment.
“Wow,” I whispered.
He chuckled. “That’s usually the reaction I get.”
I walked into the middle of the room. “This space is massive. How big is it?”
He closed the door and flipped the lock. “Sixteen hundred square feet. The bedroom and bathroom have their own space, but other than that everything flows. I like that about this place.”
I pointed to what looked like sheets hanging from the ceiling. “Is there something behind those?”
But instead of answering me, all he did was hold out his arm. As if he were ushering me toward it.
“Care to take a look?” he asked.
With a furrowed brow and a piqued curiosity, I inched my way toward the black sheet, only to realize it wasn’t a sheet at all.
“It’s a projector screen?” I asked.
Sly chuckled. “Walk to the left. There’s a corner to slip through to get to the other side.”
I looked up at him. “What’s on the other side?”
And when that devious grin of his spread across his face, I felt my gut clench with anticipation.
“Our plans for the night,” he said with a wink.
I’d never moved so quickly in all my life.15SlyWith my hands clasped behind my back, I followed a very eager Tara around the projector screen. I inched back the screen so we could slip through, and when I watched her eyes pan around the fifteen-by-fifteen-foot space, my smile grew across my cheeks. The projector screen on the other side was for my living room. I had a projector mounted to the ceiling that broadcasted whatever streaming service I wanted to use after getting home from work. But the other side of the screen served as the fourth wall I needed for this random space that had been carved out at the back of this apartment. The projector screen sat against two protruding brick walls that made up the side structures necessary to block this ‘room’ off from the rest of the apartment. And the floor-to-ceiling tinted window that made up the back wall was something I had installed after a bit of “wall remodeling.”
But the tinted window wasn’t the feature of this room.
In fact, it wasn’t even the most interesting thing in this room. The St. Andrew’s Cross was the focal point of this room. It sat against the backside of the projector screen with the front facing the massive tinted window I had installed, and I watched as Joanna gawked at it. I watched as she ran her hand along the smooth, stained wood.
I even watched how she eyed the restraints while she licked her lips.
“What is it?” she asked.
I walked up behind her. “It’s called a St. Andrew’s Cross.”
“What does it do?”
I leaned my lips down to her ear. “Want to find our firsthand?”
She softly trembled as my hand pressed against the small of her back. She moved with ease toward the object, her tongue continuing to play around with that juicy lower lip of hers.
“Strip,” I said.
She whipped around. “Come again?”
I gripped her hair, forcing her eyes to hold my gaze. “I said take off your clothes.”
She swallowed hard. “All of them?”
I shook my head. “Just down to your underwear.”
She followed my command to the letter, and I backed up to watch the show unfold. She slid her dress over her head, revealing a body full of curves that I wanted to mark with my teeth and my tongue. I licked my own lips as she turned around, holding her arms out for me to study her.
