Onyx Dragons: Amber (7 Virgin Brides for 7 Weredragon Billionaires Book 4) by Starla Night

Author:Starla Night [Night, Starla]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-10-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Darcy's mom headed into the kitchen.

Relief gushed through him. Darcy hadn't realized how much he'd been dreading making his mom's life harder. And yet she'd apologized for her behavior and promised it wouldn't happen again. Thank goodness.

Near giddy with relief that it was over and flop sweating hard enough to need a shower, he started for the stairs.

The doorbell rang.

He diverted to open it.

Amber stood on the front step.

Heat rushed through his veins. His heart throbbed and his cock pulsed.

The red beaded choker rested on her slender neck where he'd fastened it. He'd savored watching her slide on the skirt and button up the blouse this morning, and his mind reviewed what was underneath.

"Hello, Darcy." She held out a bottle of wine.

"Welcome." He wrapped his fingers around her hand on the wine and pulled her into his kiss.

She melted against him. Lilacs and clean sheets enveloped him, casting him back to her, naked, moaning in pleasure. He teased her, nibbling her soft lips. She parted to admit his tongue and he plumbed her depths, filling and giving back, entangling her with hungry promises of future satisfaction.

Amber rested on her heels and sucked in a long breath with a disheveled smile, which meant he'd done his job. "The wine is for your mother."

"She's in the kitchen."

Darcy led her in, handed the wine to Mom, and lingered in the doorway. Nicole and Jackie greeted Amber cheerfully as they chopped tomatoes and shredded lettuce.

"Hello, Gayle," Amber said.

"You've come back," his mom replied. "No more threats to fight, I hope."

"Have I proved myself worthy to marry Darcy?"

She laughed. "No one's worthy of my Darcy."

He cleared his throat.

Mom glanced at him as though she hadn't noticed he was still listening. "Darcy seems to disagree. I hope you like Mexican food."

"I like every food."

"Mm. Nicole, show her what to do." His mom carried the wine into the dining room.

Nicole called her over. "You can chop onions."

Darcy lingered just a moment longer to make sure she was okay.

Amber washed her hands in the sink. "Chop?"

"Just dice them into the same size as the picture on the salsa jar. Here's the red onion and here's the cutting board." Nicole opened the knife drawer.

Amber extended her claws, made a grid over the onion, and sliced through it. The onion disintegrated into chunks. She minced it with her claws. The cutting board separated into minced pieces.

Darcy covered his mouth to stifle his laughter.

Nicole lifted out the Santoku knife and turned to give it to Amber. "Oh. You're done already. Oh. That's useful."

Amber scraped the onions into the dish. "I scratched the cutting board."

Nicole snorted at the wood shreds. "I'll say."

"Better the cutting board than Mom's quartz countertops," Jackie said, her back to them.

Darcy ducked out, satisfied Amber was in safe hands. He shucked his work clothes, ducked into the shower, ran a comb through his hair and a razor across his stubble, and changed into more casual slacks and a button-down. Checking his appearance in the mirror—suck in to harden the gut—and he headed downstairs just as his mom was calling him to dinner.

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