I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie (The I Like Big Dragons Series) (17 page)

That’s right.

Fucking nothing.

Day in and day out, with daytime soap operas playing in the background, I honed my skills.

I’d found that moving objects was the easiest.

Cooling objects off came at a close second.

Something I’d gotten really good at doing, since the terrible trio made me freeze the backyard on an hourly basis.

The doors slammed open with a brutal slam, and Keifer, Ian, Nikolai, Derek (who, might I add, I wasn’t very fond of since he seemed to be the leader of the men taking my man away from me), Ford and Alaric all looked up at the entertaining entrance.

Keifer raised a brow as he sat back in his seat.

It was a nice seat.

I’d sat in it a lot lately while he was out on patrols, trying my damnedest to figure out just what the fuck they were plotting in here without any women around.

Yet, I’d never found anything.

They were good at cleaning up after themselves.

“Blythe,” Keifer said with amusement. “Can I help you?”

I glared at him, then at the men at the table.

“Everybody out,” I ordered.

Brows rose, but nobody moved.

“Tell them to get out,” I told Keifer fiercely.

Keifer shook his head. “I can’t. I’m bus…”

I cut him off when I started to undo the buttons of my shirt.

“Tell them to get the fuck out!” I snarled.

Keifer raised a single brow, calling my bluff.

So I ripped my fucking shirt open.

Buttons spewed across the floor of the library.

The little brass buttons tinkled along the wood floors as they scattered every which way.

I was wearing a bra underneath, of course, but you’d think I’d just exposed my breasts to the president of the United States on national television with the way he roared.

“Get out!”

They got out.

So fast, in fact, that I felt the wind of their bodies rushing out of the room, and the slam of the door following them out.

“What. The. Fuck,” Keifer snarled.

I smiled innocently.

“I’m tired of it,” I said sweetly. “It’s time for you to bring me into the fold.”

“What fold?” He hedged.

I narrowed my eyes at him. Then started stripping my yoga pants off.

Keifer watched me the entire time, staying statue still as he watched the cotton fabric shimmy over my hips to pool on the floor at my feet.

“The fold. The one where you tell me what the hell is going on so I don’t have to be worried all the time. The fold where you spend more time with me and make me feel like you lo-like me,” I told him.

Whoops.

Almost said love.

He hadn’t said that to me, yet.

Not that I’d done it either, but he hadn’t given me a chance to.

Every time the words were on the tip of my tongue, he’d shut me up really quickly.

For instance, if I was in bed with him at night, and I opened my mouth to say it, he’d place his hand over my mouth to still my words.

At first I’d thought it was always by accident, but the longer it went on, the more I realized that it wasn’t an accident.

He’d been doing it on purpose. Yet, I still hadn’t figured out why.

“What are you doing, Blythe? You know I’m busy,” Keifer growled, leaning down until his hands rested on the edge of the conference room table.

His knuckles turned white as he physically restrained himself from doing anything.

Such as touching me.

I smiled inside, knowing I was getting to him.

“What does it look like I’m doing, Keifer?” I asked seductively, walking up to the table in front of us and leaning over.

My breasts hung heavily in my bra.

They’d gotten big.

Much bigger than what I was used to, and I found that I quite liked it.

My breasts were freakin’ awesome, but Keifer hadn’t even noticed.

He swallowed thickly as he got a good look at the lacy number.

It was see through.

Which he was just discovering.

“We can’t,” he tried now.

I smiled and crawled up onto the table.

He groaned.

“I have to leave in five minutes to meet with somebody,” he whispered roughly, his voice sounding like he was being strangled.

I shrugged.

“So you’re just going to leave me here like this?” I asked, running my finger down the lace that cupped my left breast.

He closed his eyes.

“Yeah, I can’t do this right now. You caught us right as we were about to leave,” he cleared his throat.

A knock at the door came, and I knew my tactic wasn’t going to work.

He was going to leave to his secret meeting.

One he never told me his reason for attending, nor who he was attending with.

“Don’t do it, Keifer,” I warned him.

His eyes flicked to the door, then back to me.

He did this four or five times until finally he took a step back. Then another. Then another.

He kept doing it until he was at the end of the conference room table, and I knew I’d lost.

The big bad Prince and soon to be King of Dragons was chickening out.

“You fucking pussy!” I roared, standing in the middle of the conference room table.

I knew I was acting crazy.

But who could blame me?

The fucker was leaving! Again!

I’d practically thrown myself at him, and here he was, yet again, running!

“You walk out that door, and you’ll regret it,” I told him.

His eyes narrowed.

“I’m doing this to protect us. That baby that you’re carrying,” he growled, opened the door, and started to walk out.

“Hey!” I said in indignation. “You’re not fucking serious!”

He looked back over his shoulder and grimaced before closing the door quietly behind his back.

I flipped him off and took a running leap off the table, landing lithely on two feet and stomping across the room to the conference room’s door.

By the time I made it out of the hallway, he was nearly at the foyer.

He stopped and looked back, freezing when he saw what I was still not dressed.

“Get back in there,” he announced through gritted teeth.

I flipped him the bird.

“Fuck off.”

Then I turned down a side hallway that led to the kitchens, and eventually to the backyard.

This way also led up to the second floor and our rooms, but I wouldn’t be going there right then.

I was thinking that a swim would be good right about now.

If the rest of The Dragon’s Warriors MC were out front waiting to ride out, then I could sneak out the back.

Yet, I made a miscalculation.

Apparently, they weren’t riding their motorcycles today.

They were riding their dragons.

Something I couldn’t know because my mate
wouldn’t freakin’ talk to me!

So before I went out to the backyard and took my swim, I stopped in the kitchens, grabbed some decaffeinated coffee and a croissant that the cook had made at breakfast, and stepped right outside into hell.

I guess, maybe, I’d appeased Keifer because I thoroughly surprised him as I stepped out.

I really wasn’t that indecent, to be honest.

I was wearing a black lace bra and black lace panties, but I guess I overestimated the amount of protection the covering offered when I was inside, without sunlight.

Because
with
sunlight, they became nearly sheer.

Which every man that was currently occupying the back lawn was able to see the moment my feet met the back porch.

“Get back inside!” Keifer roared.

I winced and took a step back.

Usually, I would’ve listened, but then he added on, “Or I’ll come take you inside and handcuff you to the bed. And there you’ll stay until you’re done growing my son. Because Lord knows it’d be easier than busting my ass for an ungrateful shit like you!”

I guess maybe I should’ve known it was going to be bad, having these hormones.

Or maybe the baby I was carrying inside of me didn’t take kindly to his mother being called an ‘ungrateful shit.’

I don’t know, but whatever the fuckin’ reason, I flipped out.

I flung the nearest thing I could pick up, which was the picnic table that was at my side, and hurled it at him.

I didn’t touch it with my hands, but with my mind.

I’d never been able to do that before, because I’d tried.

So it made more sense for my little hellion to be responsible for this action.

Whatever, or whomever, was responsible, I’d take it.

Because
fuck him!

The man in front of me. Not the baby.

Because I loved the baby.

Even if it was the spawn of an asshole.

Keifer stopped the picnic table easily.

It was comical, though, seeing the looks on everyone’s faces when they saw me do that. Even Juno, who was standing meekly beside Skylar.

All of the men looked at me incredulously, too.

“What are you looking at?” I asked, walking forward.

I was very aware of my near nakedness.

I just hoped that my goodies weren’t quite as obvious as I was thinking they were.

“Hello my little babies,” I cooed at my three dragon babies. “How are you today?”

Pictures of a pool filled with ice were sent to me through a mind-picture as I liked to call it, and I smiled down at them.

I ignored the men that moved out of my way as I made my way to the pool and looked at my three friends. The only three friends it felt like I had around here lately.

“Sorry babies, I’m going for a swim. If I make it cold, I can’t get in it,” I explained patiently to them.

Then a picture of the three of them swimming around at my feet underneath the water had me smiling.

“Of course you can come swim with me,” I told them as I passed a very seething Keifer.

I knocked him with my shoulder on the way past, and he hissed in a breath at the contact.

Oh, did I forget that I could now push my thoughts on other people? Make them see what I was mad about? Show them exactly what I wanted to do to them? Like an itty bitty picture show just for them.

That was courtesy of my little hellion, too.

Although nobody had witnessed it yet.

Well, now they had, but Keifer didn’t count.

Because I was mad at him, and he could suck my nuts…or lack thereof.

I jumped—or cannon balled—into the pool’s deep end, splashing Skylar, Nikolai, Ian and Kiefer in the process.

As I went under, I couldn’t help the laugh that escaped me.

I’d learned to manipulate water, too.

See, I’d had a lot of nothing to do since Keifer had informed everyone he was going to be King.

A lot of nothing equaled lots of time to practice…and plot.

Holding my breath, I swam to the other side of the pool and flipped until I was floating on my back underneath the water.

Then closing my eyes to concentrate, I created a space in the water. An air bubble of sorts, and took a deep breath of air.

It was like when you were a kid and dragged the bucket upside down into the water, allowing a pocket of air to form. Then stuck your head into it to breathe, which was essentially what I’d done.

I smiled when I realized how much easier it’d been to do this time than when I’d done the same thing just yesterday.

I stayed under the water so long that the dragons started to tickle my feet with the little horns at the tops of their nose, and I finally came up for air to find everyone in the backyard gone except for Keifer.

Impressive.

I’d only been under the water for a couple of minutes.

“What was that that you just did?” He asked cautiously.

His tone came out neutrally, but I could tell he was genuinely interested in what I’d done.

“I created a bucket,” I replied cryptically.

He raised a brow at me.

“What?” He moved forward.

I mimicked a bubble of water, and then started to explain when I realized I was mad at him.

“I’m not talking to you,” I said stubbornly, turning my back to him.

He growled in frustration.

“What the hell is your problem?” He barked, startling me slightly.

I ignored him, taking a deep breath, then submerged myself once again, playing a modified tag of sorts with the dragons swimming around me.

Then when I turned around to go for the surface to get a breath of air, my leg was suddenly dragged under even further, making all my remaining air leach out of me in a quick rush.

“Eeeee!” I screamed, panic coursing through my every synapse as I kicked and thrashed.

If I would’ve calmed down, I would’ve known it was only Keifer, but the panic had a hold of me and I fought for my life from an unknown source.

I twisted and kicked, punched and screamed.

That’s about when I realized I had air that was allowing me to scream.

And I opened my eyes to find my bubble back in place.

With the addition of Keifer.

“What the fuck,” he breathed, looking through the air.

I blinked. “You scared the hell out of me.”

“I’m sorry, I was about to let you go when I realized you didn’t have any air, but then this appeared and I forgot what I was doing.

“You forgot that you were drowning your wife? Mate?” I asked skeptically.

He shook his head.

“I wasn’t drowning you,” he gestured to the bubble of air. “How’d you figure out how to do this?”

“I had a lot of spare time,” I replied dryly.

He smiled sadly.

“I’m sorry. But it’s the only way I know how to protect you,” he answered. “I don’t know how else to do it without doing it like I am.”

I raised a brow at him. “And what…exactly…
are
you doing?”

He sighed and swam towards the side of the pool. Bubble broken, I moved to the surface as well, keeping my eye on him as I did. He tore off his shirt, and momentarily blinded me. By my own lust, that was. Not because he was really, really pale. Which he was that, too. But that didn’t bother me. He was my pale man.

He was beautiful.

His scar on his arm only added to his manliness.

And there was an air about him that’d changed.