Cruel Daddy Dragon (Candara Dragon Ops #3)

Chapter 17 - Sarah

When Rufus and I get to the car, we see it parked haphazardly, the front door splayed open, the engine still running. Rufus chuckles.

“Oh, Officer,” h e says mockingly, “that doesn’t look very safe.”

“Oh, shut up,” I say, “I didn’t have any time to lock up when I had to save your stupid life.”

“Are we sure that thing is even going to take us down?” Rufus says, “I mean, what if it runs out of power halfway down and leaves us stranded?”

“Just get in,” I grunt.

I get into the driver’s seat, and Rufus gets in the other one. I snap in my seatbelt and hear him do the same. He shuts up for a moment, and part of the drive is peaceful. We’re about halfway to town when Rufus suddenly snaps again.

“I just can’t believe how irresponsible that was!”

“What?!” I snap back, “Excuse me?!”

“I mean, you’re a human!” he continues, “And you just walked into a fight between dragons?! Do you know how bad that could have gone?! You were probably three seconds from being burnt to death!”

“I don’t know if you noticed, but the fact that he reared back when I shot him is what gave you the chance to end it!” I snap back.

“I could have handled it!” Rufus growls.

“No, you couldn’t! I literally watched you die! Do you have any idea what that was like? I. WATCHED. YOU. DIE!” I slam the steering wheel with my fist in each word. “I had to watch you bleed to death in front of me! And you expected me not to do anything about it?!”

“I mean, do something about it,” Rufus replies, “but don’t make me watch you die!”

“Oh, yeah?” I say, “And what do you suggest I do about it, smart ass?!”

“I don’t know!” Rufus snaps, “Anything else than just blundering into the middle of a dragon fight! Shout or call someone or something! ”

“I don’t think you understand what I mean when I say there was no time!” I clap back, “Last time I had a vision, I had a minute to get there before disaster happened! I didn’t have time to call one of the other dragons and hope he gets there before you had your throat bitten out!”

“Wait,” Rufus says, his voice simmering down, “you’ve had visions before?”

I’m panting from the argument—that same heat is crawling up and down me again.

Damn it, why do I enjoy these arguments so much?

The fact he’s now basically naked in my police cruiser doesn’t help either…

I shake my head and try to focus on my beating heart.

“Just one,” I say, “And it was this afternoon, but it was exactly right. So when I watched you die…”

I huff a stressful sigh.

“So when you watched me die, you decided to come join me, I guess,” Rufus says, flapping a hand.

I don’t answer for a second, concentrating as we drive back into town. Once we’re back on a familiar road, I smirk at him.

“You know what it is?” I sneer, “I think you just can’t handle the idea that I saved you.”

“What?” Rufus snaps.

“I know for a fact you would have died if I wasn’t there,” I say, “However, it turned out that just being there changed the future. You can tell me I’m irresponsible all you like, but I’m fine—I changed fate, I got a shot at the dragon, and that allowed you to finish the fight. I saved you. ”

I grin, still staring at the road. We’re getting close to the police station now.

“I saved you,” I repeat, smirking, “and I don’t think your big dragon ego can handle that.”

“It’s not that!” Rufus protests.

“No? Then admit it!” I challenge, “Admit that I saved you.”

“Well, you say you did,” Rufus says, “But this is based on what, a vision that you suddenly had?”

He gives me a little grin.

“What if you’re the one whose ego can’t handle being saved?” he says, “I mean, from what I saw, you blundered in, shot a few times, which did nothing, and I had to save you. You never mentioned having visions before.”

“I only started having them today! ” I insist.

We pass by the stop sign where Merl and the butcher had their altercation, and I point it out:

“That’s where I saw Merl getting the shit beaten out of him—and I had to step in to save him. That’s how I know the visions are right!”

“And did anyone witness this?” Rufus says mockingly, “Or did you just make up a second story to back up the first?”

I don’t answer for a moment, pulling up to the metal gates of the police station. I have to open the window and press my security tag against the gate. It clicks green, and the gate starts to open slowly. Once I have the window closed again, I snap back:

“I don’t lie about these kinds of things! The only people who saw were the other officers, and I wasn’t telling them I was having visions!”

“Oh, how convenient,” Rufus sneers.

We drive into the police station parking lot and then get out. The conversation peters out for a second as we walk out of the car and lock up. After we get to the door and I use my security tag to buzz us in, we walk in, keeping our eyes peeled.

“Will?” I call, “Ben?”

There’s no answer. I look over my shoulder at Rufus, still barely clothed, his impressive pecs the first things I see on him, and one thought comes to mind:

“Probably just as well they’re not here,” I grumble, “They’re already talking about that hickey you left on me last night. I hate to think what they’d say if they saw you walking in half-naked like a male stripper.”

Rufus cackles. I turn around to him.

“Weren’t you supposed to be going somewhere else?” I say, “Or do you think I’m going to have to save you again?”

“No, no!” he laughs, “I still think I saved you, but Ms Strong Police Officer can’t swallow her pride to admit it! You’d have been burnt to a crisp if I hadn’t stepped in.”

“Oh, please! You wouldn’t have gotten that far if I hadn’t come—I’m telling you!”

He steps closer. For a moment, all I see is endless abs. I have a mad urge to put my hands on that skin, feel how warm it is… Again…

We’re alone… I have an office in the back where Will and Ben couldn’t just walk in.

“Sheriff,” Rufus purrs, “my eyes are up here.”

I tear my eyes from that glorious chest and up to those stunning green eyes. My stomach does a cartwheel when I see him looking at me like that…

I jab a finger into his chest. Oh! He is so warm…

“I saved you,” I murmur, “Admit it!”

“No,” Rufus laughs, “ I saved you! ”

That finger on his chest slinks down until I’ve spread my entire palm over his pec. His skin is soft and heated under my hand. Oh, god, he smells so good… I brush my hand down that glorious body, and I tingle with anticipation.

“Sheriff,” Rufus chuckles at the back of his throat, “that’s sexual harassment.”

I laugh breathlessly.

“Oh, shut up. And come here!”

I reach up on my tiptoes, slink my arms around his neck, and press my lips on his. The spicy taste spreads through my mouth before his tongue dips in and caresses me from the inside. I give a light moan against his kiss.

His hands wander, taking a thick handful of my ass and giving it a squeeze. A little coil of pleasure twinges inside me. God, I want him.

I break from the kiss.

“You know… my office has a lockable door…”

Rufus gives a naughty chuckle. Both his hands snap to the back of my thighs, and he hitches me above his waist like I weigh nothing. I can feel the tent he’s pitching grinding into me, and I shiver in pleasure. I hold on around his neck, and he carries me through to my office. Once we’re at the door, he tries to lean back and free up one of his hands so he can unlock the door. I wriggle, and he drops me. I have the keys on a retractable keychain around my waist, and I stretch them out to unlock the door. They’re right next to the handcuffs on my belt…

I unlock the door, and we both slip in. I lock the door, and I turn around.

Rufus’s lips are on mine again—he’s swooped in for a kiss before I can think. His soft tongue embraces mine softly, spreading his musky taste through my mouth. When we break, I see the radiator at the left of my desk under the window, and I grin.

“We should get down from the window,” I whisper, “Just in case Ben and Will come back.”

Rufus smirks and then leans in for another kiss. As we kiss again, I start kneeling. He follows along. As he does, I unclip the handcuffs from my belt. As we get lower, I brush my hand over his hand. His hand turns around to try and link his fingers through mine, but I wriggle my hand out of his—and then grab his wrist and clip one of the handcuffs around it.

He breaks the kiss.

“What?” he laughs.

I pull the handcuffs over his head and clip the other half on the radiator by his head. After I have him trapped, I grin.

“Now,” I say triumphantly, “I’m going to have to be on top! Just like I told you, I was going to be!”

Rufus blinks at me, an aroused smile on his face. He looks at his handcuffed hand, forcing him to be on his back. He looks back at me with a wicked smile.

“I can break these cuffs, you know,” he purrs.

“I think you’d be more likely to break the radiator,” I answer, “And do you really want to pay for that? Or worse, explain it?”

Rufus looks away for a moment to consider it.

“Well, fuck,” he replies playfully.

“Yep,” I say triumphantly, “I’m either on top this time, or you leave unlaid.”

Rufus bites his lip, chuckling.

“But, officer, you haven’t read me my rights!” he teases, “I’m sure this is kidnapping!”

I laugh.

“You have the right to remain silent—so shut the hell up in case someone hears us!”

He chuckles back. I run my hands up and down his warm chest, and a rumble of a groan passes through him. I feel his erection get even stiffer, standing to attention. I creep my fingers around his waistband, crawling it down until it springs free. I loosely clasp my fist around it and drag it up and down a few times. I’ve fixed my gaze on Rufus as I do, and he stiffens. His eyes close, and his head drops back, a deep moan slipping out from his lips.

Those moans are so hot…

My body shudders when I hear him moan. I love it. I could listen to that forever. I lean down and take that warm, stiff cock into my mouth. I just drag my tongue up and down it, soaking him from head to balls, and once it’s sopping, I stand. Rufus stares at me with the same desirous, hooded gaze from my fantasy. I unbuckle my own pants and slide both that and my panties down. I settle down over him, thighs on either side of him. Rufus just gives a little whimper of anticipation as I crawl up. I almost want to go slower just to hear him moan and whine with desire as he waits.

It's such a turn-on, but I’m shivering in anticipation—plus, someone might walk in.

So I settle myself over that drenched dick and then slide on. Rufus already bucks under me as I wrap myself around him. His cock brushes the inside of me, sending shivers of hot pleasure through me with every inch he gives. Every drag sends a flicker of arousal up through my stomach, swelling inside my chest until I can’t breathe. My hands rest on his chest, nails biting into his skin. I use him to stabilize myself as I bounce, every flicker of pleasure building and building inside with every drag of his cock. I lean my head back and groan. Rufus moans under me, his strong hips thrusting under me, helping me out. His hands grab my ass and tighten. The orgasm is building inside me, pleasure like a swirling storm in me. I bounce harder, clutching his warm skin. His hands squeeze my ass. The pleasure is so hot inside me. I’m sweating. I’m gasping. I bounce harder.

“Oh, Rufus!” I stutter.

He moans under me again.

Oh, I can’t—I can’t… take it… anymore!

I feel the dam break, and I flood as the orgasm crashes through me, washing through my body and boiling in my mind. I scream as the arousal takes me.

It feels like it sucks all the energy out of my body. After the orgasm floods out and away, I lean on Rufus’s chest. It’s heaving under my hands, slick with sweat. I’m panting, too. I finally open my eyes again and take in the sight of Rufus, shirtless, smiling gently at me, shiny with sweat as he breathes heavily.

I laugh lightly. I heave myself off him, and Rufus sits up, the handcuffs clinking. His arms wrap around me, and he kisses my neck.

“Now,” I laugh lightly to him, “that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

“I admit it,” he chuckles back. “You got me to go down. It was pretty damn great.”

“Great,” I tease, “Now admit that I saved you!”

Rufus kisses my neck.

“You saved me,” he says, “Not from the dragon earlier—you were still irresponsible there.”

He plants a kiss on my jawbone.

“But you have saved me,” he murmurs, “In a way, I… don’t think I can explain to you.”

I don’t know what to say to that. Instead, I just turn my head to meet his lips and kiss him again.