Free Jedidiah: Dragon’s Savior – Ménage Erotic Fantasy (Dragon's Savior Book 2) by Kathi S. Barton Page B

by golly, she’d been pretty standing in the bowl with her bare body just slick with water—his water that he’d told her not to use. But she’d been fine, and that meant a lot more then. He’d wanted to take her against the table, just fuck her until he emptied himself in her, but she’d opened that pretty mouth, and all he could think about was fucking it instead. Yes sir, fucking her mouth would have gotten him off really quick.
    He’d seen the look on her face when she’d seen his cock. He knew he was small. But he wasn’t without some talent. Brandon could make his cock do things in a woman that would make her squeal with delight. At least that’s what he’d been told. And why would they lie to him?
    Laughing, he went out on the porch again to take in the night air. Brandon just loved it out here in the woods. He’d grown up here, born in the back bedroom, so he knew this place better than most. Even his parents before him had been born around here. His dad had told him that a lot over the years. Everyone was family, he’d said.
    His parents and their parents before them had lived here forever, it seemed to him. Not that he’d cared all that much for his mom. She’d been a nasty sort of woman and blamed him for every little thing that had gone wrong. But Brandon had gotten the house when his dad had passed, and he’d put his mom in one of those nursing homes that the state ran.
    Brandon was still getting her check, of course. He couldn’t do much without her pension check, which he never understood, as neither of his parents had ever worked so far as he knew, but it was his now so he didn’t worry about it. He’d put her in the home under a false name so that the state wouldn’t come after it. It wasn’t like she knew who she was anyway. And she had no reason to use the check he’d been cashing. It was his money, as he’d put up with her for years.
    “Stupid woman.” He sat on one of the large chairs that had been in the living room until he’d been able to snag a newer one. This one still had a lot of life in it, and he saw no reason to burn it just yet. Besides, he loved sitting out here on the cusp of the evening just relaxing to the sound of the crickets and cicada in the summer months.
    Lindsey was out there somewhere, and he’d yet to find her no matter how much and hard he worked at it. That bothered him to no end. If she went to the police, they’d come here again and question him. Twice they’d been here when she was, and like a good girl, she’d not said a word. But he had warned her, and that had seemed to work. However, if she found out that he not only didn’t work for the police and was an ex-con to boot, she’d have his ass in trouble so quick he’d not be able to hide out this time.
    Over the years since his daddy had died, Brandon had been in trouble. Even before then, he supposed, but he’d been a minor then, and after Daddy had died, he’d gotten worse. But he missed him, and missing him was what got him into trouble. Nobody seemed to understand that.
    But about fifteen years ago, he’d done the wrong thing to the wrong girl, they’d told him. Never touch somebody that don’t want it. He’d been having that drilled into his head since then. No means no. Then after five years in the big jail place, he’d been set free and had come back here to live.
    But he still believed to this day that had she not made fun of his cock, he might not have hit her so hard…or that many times. She’d had no reason to laugh. And hurting her had brought the law down on his head so quickly that he was sure they were just waiting for him to mess up.
    But Lindsey didn’t laugh at him. He knew that she’d been shocked, but she didn’t laugh. Which was a good thing. Donna hadn’t either, but he could not have two women fighting over him, so he’d had to get rid of one of them. And since Donna was starting to get a little old for him—she had to be pushing thirty by the time he’d