“So, they’ll stay warm when we’re not holding them.”
“I’ve only ever seen Alex and Emerson tuck blankets around them,” he muttered, giving me the strangest look.
“What? Is it really that hard to picture? If they don’t exist then I’ll just make them. I’ll need to order yarn, and chunky knittingneedles,” I muttered as I started tapping away on my phone again.
It had been years since I’d knitted anything, but I was sure my fingers would remember how. I’d knitted a lot before all my pretty yarns had been taken away from me. The feel of soft wool between my fingers always had a soothing effect. Being able to curl up in my favorite recliner with my knitting needles would help me fill the time when I would have been at the diner.
“You knit?” he said, eying me skeptically.
“Yes and if you have an issue with it, you can keep it to yourself,” I snapped. “It’s something I enjoy, and I will be making egg warmers and blankets too. Not everything has to be store bought.”
“Of course not,” he replied. “I’m just having a hard time picturing you sitting still long enough to knit a postage stamp.”
“You’d be shocked at how still I can sit when I’m properly motivated,” I grumbled.
And that smirk was back.
“I can be a good motivator.”
“I’ll just bet you can,” I said, waving a finger at him. “Just keep your motivator in your pants until I’ve finished with this order and had a snack. They we’ll see if you’re as good as you claim you are. But I pick the movie.”
“M-movie?” he sputtered, looking completely baffled now.
“If we’re going to play how long can I warm your cock until you lose your shit and pin me to the bed, then I get to choose what we watch while I’m perched there. And no cheating, either.”
“How could I possibly cheat at that?”
“I’m carrying your eggs and we both know how I got this way,” I reminded him. “You’ll think of something.”
Chapter Eleven
Odem
A full body shiver ran through me. The vision of Ronan playing the role of a cock warmer…damn, just…damn.
“I’m in.” And he could pick whatever movie he wanted. The likelihood I’d give it ten seconds of attention was next to nil. “Snack. You mentioned wanting a snack?” There, I found a few words, though my mind was solely focused on that tight hole, or was it his mouth, that would play the leading role?
The smartass winked as his eyes scanned my body, tongue darting out, licking his bottom lip as his gaze landed on my erection. “Hmm, hot dogs sound good to me.”
Mother. Fucker.
Was it possible for a three thousand plus year old dragon to prematurely ejaculate?
It was a mad scramble to the kitchen for a breath of fresh air before clothes went flying.
Feed mate first, cock warmer after.
Yes, dragon.
It wasn’t often he spoke up, though since we had mated, he’d become more dominant.
Protect mate. Protect eggs.
Yes, dragon.
Well, hot dogs weren’t an option, but sausage was. Big, spicy, juicy…Jesus, there was no way I’d last through the opening credits. Everything was a sexual metaphor right now.
Who was I kidding, that was the norm for me. Especially where Ronan was concerned.
