The Draglen Brothers - SHOWKEN (BK 2) (13 page)

I can’t believe that I have no control. I told myself that sex with Showken could not happen again, yet I feel so good right now with him inside me. After the talk with his mother, while Showken was on the phone, she explained how she had never intended to offend me, that she had never seen Showken so affected by a woman. He is such a caring, gentle, kind, and fine as hell man. I’m surprised he is not married. He’s working me over right now. Those soft lips are amazing. I can’t believe he caught me masturbating in my sleep. I guess he wants me, too. Being wakened up with strawberry cupcakes is fun. I can’t think any more, he is commanding my body. I open my eyes, loving how attentive he is to me. His lips are everywhere, kissing my breasts, lips, neck, shoulders, and even my hips. He wraps my legs around him, thrusting, taking turns going fast and slow. Mmmmm, the squeezing of my hips is very arousing to me. I love to feel his big hands enjoying me as I enjoy him.

“You feel amazing,” he whispers. He doesn’t stop moving inside me. He puts my legs on top of his shoulders, holding them in place. Oh my, I think I hear a growl.

“Show, show . . . OHHH, SHOOOOWKEN!” I scream. My climax is hard and loud. He finds his release right after me, moaning loudly.

“HMMMMMM!” The sound
comes from deep inside him, and I feel my body tremble just hearing it. I love that sound. I did that. I made him growl, made him lose control. This man is so easy to fall for. We rest on my bed, still entwined with each other. He brushes my sweaty hair out of my face.

“You are so beautiful, don’t ever be with another man,” he says, looking me in the eye. Whoa, I’m not sure what he’s thinking about, but that is not a thought of mine.

“Showken, I’m not with another man. I’m with you, what are you talking about?” I rub my hand gently over his face. He catches my hand before I can remove it, and presses a kiss into my palm. His kiss is hot, very hot. My hand now feels very warm, but its a good warmth. I look into his eyes, and there is that deep green again.

“Precious, you are such a jewel
, and I don’t share, at all. I don’t want you with any other man but me. I won’t be sorry for anything I do,” he says, planting an open-mouthed kiss on me. The kiss is deep, and it lets me know he’s serious.

“I’m not that kind of girl
, Showken, I don’t sleep around if I’m with a guy. Okay?” I say, trying to get as close as possible to him.

“Marilyn, I’m not some guy, I’m your man. I plan on being the last one,” he says, holding my chin up to make sure I don’t drop my face. I hope he’s not talking about marriage. This is moving too fast. I’m not ready for anything that serious. I really like Showken, but love him enough to be his wife? I don’t think so. I’m moody, strange, and have tons of baggage from my past. I’m not going to discuss this.

“I see that your heart rate is picking up speed. I guess you understand I want you forever,” he says, searching my eyes to get my reaction.

“I’m just excited to be next to you, wrapped in your arms,” I say,
resting my head on his shoulder. He rolls onto his back with me still in his arms, now I’m lying on top of him.

“Huh, okay, if you say so, but I’m serious. I will do it right, though,” he smiles. “Now, can I have more of you, I feel like a caged beast, needing to fly,” he says, chuckling. What a strange thing to say, especially when it sounds
like what he said in my dream. I feel his erection, and it’s hard. Oh, I guess talking is over.

We continue our sex and small talk throughout the night. It is early morning before we decide sleep would be good. When morning comes, I cook breakfast and he leaves, I think going home. Showken
is getting real serious, and I’m sure he is talking about marriage. He said numerous times during sex that he wanted me forever. I’m not sure if it was just in the moment, or if he meant it. This is my last day off work. I go back tomorrow, so I need to get as much rest as possible. I need to go back to bed. Showken didn’t give me any sleep last night, and I slept almost an hour this morning. He’s like the energizer bunny; he never stops. I’m glad he gave me my bath this morning, I know my ass would have hit the floor if it wasn’t for the care he showed me. I pick up my cell heading back to bed, noticing that Jazz called four times and there are six text messages, I’m sure all from her. I’ll call her later; I need sleep. I climb into my bed, smelling Showken everywhere. He’s in my sheets, pillows, Bruiser even smells like him. Showken is taking over my life. I can’t let this happen, I need to get back in control. The sex is good, but marriage . . . commitment is not something I want right now.

***

When I get up five hours later, my attention is called to Bruiser needing to go outside. He’s nudging me, and barking for me to get up.

“Ok, Bruiser. Mommy is tired and needs sleep, but I’m getting up,” I say to him. As I’m climbing out of bed he heads for the door. I laugh at how wonderful he is to me. Bruiser is my commitment, and he only wants to be fed, patted and walked. Showken wants way more than I can give. I slip on a pair of jeans, put
on my bra and tank top, and pick up my keys to take Bruiser for a walk. My cell phone rings as soon as I’m out the door. I smile, seeing Jazz’s name come up.

“Hello
, pesty,” I say laughing.

“Oh no, don’t pesty me,” she says, sounding a little annoyed.
“You know I want to know the details of his momma, plus I’m assuming he stayed the night since my bestie could only now answer my calls or texts. So spill.”

“Well, his mother insulted me at first.”

“That bitch! Keep going, I hope you handed her ass to her on a platter.”

“Oh, I made it clear
that she was not to speak to me the way she did. Then I was going to leave, but she apologized and basically begged me to stay for dinner. Speaking of dinner, he took me to the most magical restaurant ever. I mean, it seems normal on the outside, but Jazz, it’s like being outside in the world’s best garden,” I say, remembering the beauty of this place.

“Really, what’s the name? I’ve never heard of a place like this.”

“I’m not sure, but we have to go, even Bruiser was allowed to go, granted Showken owns the place and it was just us inside, but that’s still awesome. I could bring my other bestie, Bruiser was able to run free.”

“Ok
ay, great, but I want to know more about the momma bitch. Do you think she likes you?”

“At first I thought she hated me,
but then Showken had a phone call, leaving me at the table with her. She starts telling me how much she loves her children, and how it was shocking to see Showken fall so deep, this fast. Then she said that she welcomed me into the family. Freaked me out!”

“Hot shit balls! So you’re in there, girl! Don’t forget me. I want to live good, too.”

“First off- wait, hold on a second,” I say, trying to get Bruiser’s leash under control. He loves the outdoors. “Ok, I’m back. Now I could never forget you, but I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mari, this a good guy, who
’s loaded. Don’t start any shit about not being ready. There’s no ‘I’ in team. You getting with this guy is helpful for me.”

“Jasmine Halon, I’m not going to be with someone for the team. Besides, I really don’t know him and neither do you, so remember whose team you’re on, and that’s mine. Now, how’s Rachel?”

“Fine. Well, he obviously stayed the night, so spill. Is it still good?”

I smile, remembering my night with Showken.
“It was awesome. Hey, I’ll call you later- I’m back inside now and I need to eat some food. Plus, Bruiser is hungry, too.”

“Ok
ay, call me later. Rachel and I might drop by.”

“Ok
ay, bring some beer. All of mine is gone, and I’m not getting dressed today,” I say, hanging up the phone.

I laugh
, knowing Jazz is itching to know more details of Showken’s and my night together. I’m not sure how to explain the cupcake thing, or if I even want to. I don’t think I will ever be able to eat cupcakes again without thinking of Showken and his creative ways to eat. I look at the clock on the wall, noticing it’s just after 2:00pm. I have the entire day to myself. What is a girl to do?

I can’t seem to get any work done. I’m thinking about Marilyn every minute, yet still I try to work. I’m drowning myself in paperwork, looking over numbers on our investments. I asked not to be disturbed, so it’s shocking that my door opens without a knock. I look up, seeing that it’s my brother, the one who doesn’t usually come to earth. He doesn’t even like the smell, he says. He walks towards me and he doesn’t let his eyes leave mine. Why is he here?

“Warton, why are you here?” I snap. He
nods.

“I’m here because our mother sent me,” he
says, calmly. He’s very composed when he talks, never raising his voice. That voice may sound calm, but he’s always on fire. He is the only brother who settles disputes with fighting, whether in human form or dragon. He is possibly the most dangerous of us all.

“I don’t need you here, so leave,” I say, growling very low. He growls back. Warton is not used to this land.

“As much as I would like to leave this smelly land, I can’t. My job is to keep you in line,” he says, calmly.

“FUCK YOU! I don’t need watching!” I yell
. Realizing I’m at work, I try to lower my voice.

“Showken, I’m here because your beast sometimes gets out of control, especially now that lovely Marilyn is around,” he says, sitting down in my chair by the window. Warton is a great warrior, and if I’m in a fight I want him on my side always, but I will not have him here.

“My beast wants out now, to fucking burn your ass back home,” I say, feeling my eyes change. I’m really pissed right now. I thought Mother trusted me, but instead she has sent the brother whose only solution is to fight and kill.

“Well, tell your beast to stay put, or else.” I can’t believe she
has done this to me. I can’t ask why and risk her getting upset.

“My beast has a mind of its own,” I snap. The door opens again and Domlen, Hawken and Layern are all in my office. They stand at the door. Warton and I are face to face.

“You need to calm down, brother. I’m not here to fight, but if you press me . . . well that’s a different story,” he says, his eyes changing from crystal clear to jet black. I’m not afraid of his beast, but obviously Mother is afraid of what mine can do, and Warton should have that fear, too.

“Showken, stay calm.
” Domlen says. “We are not at home, but at the family business. Warton, let me show you the office where you will work. You may be here to watch Showken, but you will pull your weight with work. I’ll make sure that you do.” He is looking at everyone in the room, his eyes constantly moving. I take a step back from Warton. He walks over to Domlen, and they give each other a nod and leave the room. I’m pacing back and forth. I can’t have Warton here.

“Showken.”

“Hawken, Layern, you both need to get to work,” I say, going back to my desk and taking a seat. They both leave, shrugging. I sit in my office alone. If my mother sent Warton, she’s concerned, but why? I’m not going to do anything dangerous. I just want to be with Marilyn, that is all. The day is soon over. I’m driving home when I feel the need to talk with Marilyn. I voice-command my cell to dial her number. She picks up after three rings.

“Beautiful, how’s your day been?”

“Oh, it’s been lazy.”

“Really, can I come over?” I need to be with her. I miss her

“Ah, Jasmine and Rachel are coming over. Besides, I’m sore,” she giggles. I smile, too.

“I
’ve got a remedy for that soreness, I can come when they leave, or if you’re not ashamed of me, I could visit with your friend.”

“What? Why? I mean, you want to hang out with my friend and her kid
? Really?”

“Do you love them?”

“Yes, but-”

“No buts, if you love them
, so do I. I would love to get to know them better, since I already love them.” It’s silent on the phone. Please Marilyn, I need you tonight, I beg in my head.

“Ok
ay, but bring something to eat, Jasmine is bringing the beer.”

“I can do that.”

“Food, not cupcakes.”

“I will bring food, too,” I smile, hearing her laughter. We
are both sharing this laugh, and I feel better already, despite being watched by Warton.

***

I decide to make a dish to bring over to Marilyn’s house tonight. I’ve avoided my brothers; I’m not pleased that Warton is here. After taking a shower and changing into a pair of shorts and a jersey, I head to the kitchen to cook a meal, something quick. Spaghetti should do, with garlic bread. I leave for Marilyn’s place in no time. When I pull up to her apartment, I sit and listen to Jasmine and her talk, using my powerful hearing. I can hear their laughter. I hear Marilyn tell Jasmine that she can’t be with me. How she’s not fit for my world. I shake my head with a smile, if she only knew that she’s perfect for my world. Her personality is just what I need. I gather up the food and walk to the door, giving it two loud knocks. I hear Marilyn’s heartbeat pick up pace. Good. She finally opens the door.