Conjuring Dragons by Chante Francis (surface ebook reader TXT) 📕

Her little rant really woke me, before she was even finished I was pissed. Without hesitation I leaned over, picked up one of what I believed to be Jason’s shoes and hit her square in the face. Her nose started bleeding and I stood up from my position feeling a bit better. I watched as she straightened herself out and pinched her nose. She started moving it side to side, making sure it wasn’t broken as I just watched.

“That was completely unfair!” she yells at me, still rubbing it.

“After yesterday, that’s totally fair.”

“I didn’t draw blood! And it’s not like I made you face plant!”

“It’s completely fair! Actually my injury hurt more, because I don’t have any ass cushion! Whereas I’m sure the size of your nose protected the rest of your face!”

“We have the same face idiot!”

“We do not!” I scream getting in her face. She squeezes my nose painfully, and I smack her butt just as hard.

"Now. We're even." She says, "I could care less what you wear and look like, as long as you're wearing clothes."

I turn back not bothering to reply to her, and head over to my bags. Rummaging through them, I grab a decent set of clothes before heading into the bathroom. "Hurry up, or your coffee will get cold." I hear her walking towards the stairs before I even decide to answer. Well, it’s not like I was going to answer her anyways.

Chapter Eight

I reached for the shelf to put my shampoo back, and ended up dropping it out of surprise instead. Someone had randomly started playing music throughout the room. Very loudly.

            I’m just glad it’s a good song, I thought as I picked up his body wash and started singing along. Equally as loud but nowhere near as good, my voice probably carried back through the door and into the room as well.

I sang with as much effort as I could offer this early in the morning, only stopping when I felt a rush of cold air signaling that the bathroom door was opened. Thinking that it was probably just my sister entering without knocking like usual, I started crooning again. I rinsed all the shampoo suds that had fallen on my face off so that I could belt out the rest of the song without choking on soap. I began awkwardly dancing in the shower, giving her a million dollar show before turning towards the door and going pale. Standing there in all his sex god glory was my “fiancé”, with a very seductive smirk on his face and the inability to keep eye contact. As he visually raked over my naked body, his eyes seemed to get darker and darker, almost turning completely black.

"Don't even think about it mister." I said sounding a lot more relaxed than I really was. Actually I felt like I just may faint at any moment and that scared me. When I died, I didn’t want them to find me in the tub. Naked. For all to see. Please don’t let me slip on any of the soap I dropped.

Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed when he stepped into the bathroom. Oh, who am I kidding? I did notice. I definitely noticed how he slowly made his way over to me, his tight black shirt doing wonders for his appearance and my imagination. At this point, I wasn’t sure if it was me or if the steam in the small room really was getting thicker by the second. I swore someone had flushed the toilet, or had the tap running somewhere else in the house, because the once hot water from my shower started feeling calmingly cold on my increasingly heated body.

I didn’t realize it, but at some point my breathing had gotten heavier. He reached for the shower door and slid it open. He made eye contact with me and kept it up as he leaned in and turned off the water. The steam in the room, strangely seemed to increase instead of dissipate, which would have confused me If I could get my mind out of the gutter. All I could really think about was having his tongue in my mouth. His body pressed up against mine. His mouth on my neck. Fuck! His mouth on every inch of my body.

If I had thought about it rationally, I probably would have had the good sense not to do it, but I didn’t and ended up surprising us both by jumping on him. He really must not have expected it in the slightest because he was so shocked he didn’t even try to fight for his balance.

We ended up on the floor in a heap of tangled limbs. He groaned and reached up to rub the back of his head. I couldn’t help the smile that played on my lips as I looked down at his stunned expression. I moved the hair out of my face to enjoy it a little better, he took the opportunity to attempt to lean up on his elbows. I shoved him back down and a very seductive growl bubbled its way through his lips. I shivered in pleasure and slid my body down, so that I was still straddling him, but my head was closer to his. Trying to align us as best as I could.  I bit the side of his neck and pulled on the skin with my teeth. He breathed in sharply and I felt his hands grip my thighs. I slid my tongue from the place where I had bitten him, to the front of his neck and licked his Adams apple. He arched his head back and gave me full access to his neck. Handing over the power in the situation.

Everything in the room froze, and a holographic version of my sister floated up through the floor. It took me almost a full minute to realize that Jason was no longer enjoying what I was doing to him. I looked up and met my sister’s wide eyes, just before they settled back into their usual position. She raised an eyebrow and a smirk played on her lips.

(Get it!)

(Can I help you with something? As you can obviously see, I’m busy here.)

(You guys are some true freaks huh. I thought maybe you could hold out on him, guess not eh?)

(Veronica! Do you need something?) I snapped out getting more than a little irritated.

Her smirk turned into a mischievous smile. (No. Just wanted to see what was taking you so long.)

(Well now that you know, get out.)

(If you keep that up, it looks like Carter and I will be leaving you. I'm not about to be late on my first day of school because you two wanna be up here making babies in the bathroom.)

(We were not!)

(Mhm. Just remember, it takes many nails to build a crib, and one screw to fill it, so don't make a mistake, cover his snake.)

(So you’re using your powers now?)

(Stop trying to change the subject Jyps. All I’m saying is cover his tool or end up looking like a fool.)

I opened my mouth to yell at her to leave once again, and found that I didn’t need to, for with that last piece of advice she disappeared and time resumed.

Jason started to growl and I looked down to see his usual hazel eyes completely devoid of color. I couldn’t read a single thing in those dark pools, which both scared and excited me simultaneously. I seemed to be experiencing my usual sluggish early morning thought process, because it was a moment before I froze as I remembered exactly what I just did. The look on his face said he remembered it too.

I shyly sat up, and tried to swing my leg back over so I could get off of him and out of there, but his grip on my hips tightened. He sat up again, and I slid down onto his hard crotch. He moved me around on his uh “best friend” and bit my neck. Now, it was my turn to breathe in sharply as the tables turned.

I pushed at him to lay back down on the floor again, but this time he wasn't having that. He held on to me tightly as he laid, then rolled us over so my back was against the cold hard tile.

"Can’t handle it when someone else is in control can you?" I attempted to seductively tease him, but it probably came out breathy and indignant.

"Not really." Came his guttural reply, with what I’m hoping and dreading at the same time was lust mangling his beautiful voice.

I pulled him down by the collar of his shirt and kissed him, in hopes of distracting him long enough to come up with a game plan. What I didn’t expect, was for the kiss to have so much passion that I’d forget my own name. We could have set the house on fire kissing like that. It didn't matter though, I’m pretty sure we wouldn’t have noticed.

"Oh my flapjacks!" Someone exclaimed above us, effectively dousing our flames, well at least mine anyways. It takes a moment for our faces to disconnect, but when they do we look up to see Mrs. Flint, Jason's mom, standing there with wide eyes and a bright red face. I make eye contact with her for all of 5 seconds before her eyes travel and she notices all the nude flesh I'm sporting. She gasps, quickly turns around and runs towards the door where she hides her face in her husband’s chest. I look up at his face and he’s looking down at his son with a proud gleam in his eyes and a smile on his face. I look past him to see a slightly blushing Carter politely covering his eyes with one hand and holding my sister up with the other.

Veronica has the reddest face of them all, but she isn't blushing. She's trying her best to breathe through her fits of laughter. I watch tears stream down her face as she gasps to fill her lungs. I am going to kill her. My cheeks flush and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly. I breathe in and out, trying my hardest to calm down my raging hormones and get over my embarrassment. I feel soft lips on my forehead, before Jason starts slowly getting off me. Panic surges and I wrap myself a little more tightly than intended around him so he stops. Without opening my eyes I know that he’s looking down at me with confused eyes and amusement plastered all over his face, arrogant bastard. I imagine Carter and Jason’s mother still can’t look at the scene while his father has a raised eyebrow and an equally amused expression. I can hear Veronica laughing even harder and it’s making the moment that much worse for me. I really am going to kill her.

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