Page 50 of Microburst

But that was my bad mood talking more than anything.

I decided to at least swing by the cage’s exit and caught Mystic as she was coming out. “Great fight. Congrats.”

She did a double take when she saw me and her eyes flashed too much at once. That weird recognition like she really did know me, not just from here. Seriously, there was just something about her that felt familiar but also like—I couldn’t put my finger on it.

A swift nod was all I got and then she was gone.

So I left. I decided to get a second workout in. I didn’t like how many were in front of me when we’d raced after Sagan that day when she’d thought there was a security issue. I mentally snorted. She’d just beengone. Like vanished and because she was worried over a shop owner she’d met once. That was the sweet Sagan I’d seen glimpses of.

But then she was cold and threw bombs into the media like she never did. She went after that late-night asshole and three more elder families when she strived to keep things peaceful and slowly turn the people in her favor.

A plan that was working. It was working well. Painfully slow and crazy it was needed, but it wasworking.

So why fuck with it?

I froze when she was sitting in my room waiting for me. She was on her phone probably handling thirty things… And she was mostly naked.

“I’m not even going to ask how you got in here,” I muttered, staring her over like my favorite meal as she lounged in boy shorts and sports bra like she owned the place.

“I own the place and have the override code,” she mumbled, only half paying attention.

Yeah, pretty much figured that was the answer.

“Which was how I knew you were in the gym and just waited so we could shower together,” she continued. “You said to come by anytime. I could go if you want?”

“Get your ass in the shower,” I chuffed, knowing full well what her response would be.

Sure enough, she snorted, a smirk on her lips as she nodded and told me she had to finish one more thing, but I could get started without her.

I ground my jaw at her flippant attitude and then had to swallow a growl when my dragon told me that I deserved it. I didn’t deserve her giving me affection and welcoming me home like we were together. That this was exactly what I’d said I wanted.

I know! Shut the fuck up already! Fucking be on my side for once or fuck off and I’m not letting you fly again!

I barely stopped myself from punching the wall, knowing that would upset Sagan and probably ruin my chance to get to see her even like this and that would crush me. Luckily, my dragon realized he’d pushed me too far and shut up.

But Sagan had felt something because she was cautious when she came into the bathroom and I was checking the shower’s water. “What’s going on here?”

“Too much to explain,” I grumbled, but then shot her a look. “What’s going on with you?”

She raised an eyebrow. “I didn’t come here to talk.”

“Yeah, exactly, so why bother asking?” I snarked, mentally wincing when anger filled her eyes.

And hurt.

She ran her tongue over her teeth. “You’re right. My mistake. Let’s fuck so I can get on with my night.”

I was going to say something and maybe have the argument we needed to instead of just ignoring what was going on, but then she took off her bra. All the intelligence and desire to fight left my… Everything. All the blood went to my cock and I just wanted her. I wanted to be closer to her and touch her.

I needed to. I just needed her. She made everything better and I didn’t mean the sex. I… I needed her.

My boxer briefs were off and her boy shorts as well before I had us under the water. I’d learned shelovedhaving her hair washed, but it pissed her off somehow too. I didn’t understand it, but right then wasn’t the time to tell her that I used to wash my mom’s hair when I was a boy.

I had demanded to when little after all the times she’d done mine because it was only fair. She was the best mom ever and let me even if I’d probably done everything wrong and made her hair a tangled mess that had taken her hours to comb out. Dad had found me the second time I’d followed Mom to her bath and showed me the right way to do it.

And when I saw how much she liked it better when Dad did it, I was a little shit and basically arranged it so he had to keep “teaching” me. I would start but then pretend to be bored and he would finish… And probably much more.

I understood that now that I was older. It was a good memory though. Those moments with my parents before I’d lost them.