Dragons Do It Dirtier (Dragon Shifters Do It Book 1) by Gemma Cates

Author:Gemma Cates [Cates, Gemma]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-05-18T18:30:00+00:00

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Taylor

The car ride had gotten tense there for a bit. Especially right before Bain had called his buddy.

And not garden-variety tense.

Glowing-eyes, fists-clenched-on-the-steering-wheel, maybe-I-should-be-driving tense.

But talking to his friend Dex relieved most of the tension, and then I had the rest of the drive to stew over what the hell made a guy’s eyes glow.

Because, yeah, there was no getting around that. I’d seen it so many times now that it was sticking in my head. I’d love to know how I’d so easily “forgotten” the first few times I’d seen it happen.

But more than that, what I really wanted to know was why the hell I wasn’t freaking out completely.

Eyes don’t glow.

That wasn’t a thing.

Except maybe for demons it was a thing?

I sent a silent prayer up to my granny. She was a devout woman, and she’d been as close to a mother as I’d ever had, so I’d gotten the full churchgoing treatment growing up. But I wasn’t a believer. Not really.

Except…

Now I was praying to my granny and God that Bain wasn’t demon possessed, because I really, really liked him.

And, oh, shit, when did that happen?

Bain was a walking penis, until he became a walking cock, and then he was the possibility of an amazing one-night stand but completely out of my league. And then he’d become my possibility for some fuck-me-harder-now sex like in my dreams.

And then he’d given me an O that rivaled—no, exceeded—my fictitious dream lover’s skills.

And then we’d had sex, and—

Well, hell.

I’d gone and done that girl thing that men complain so much about and I’ve always insisted was just hooey. I’d let sex fiddle with my emotions.

Historically, I’d always had feelings for men I decided to sleep with. This time, I’d decided I would get mine without worrying about the feelings part. I didn’t need to have a deep emotional connection with a man just to have an orgasm.

And I wasn’t worried that some stranger giving me an orgasm was going to create some deep emotional connection. Please. I’d had my heart trampled. It wasn’t ready to experience any romantic feels, so no way would I get all attached and silly about a man just because I slept with him.

But apparently, the remains of my sad, shattered heart could be tricked by sex hormones.

Obviously, that was the issue. It wasn’t like I had real feelings.

I’d been doused in Bain pheromones and then experienced a massive dump of happy sex hormones.

Bam! Insta-not-real-love-but-some-kind-of-feels.

The first step was to acknowledge that I had a problem.

So I was officially acknowledging my problem.

I wasn’t having real feelings. These were pseudo, sex-hormone-induced fake feelings.

Which wasn’t at all surprising. Bain probably had some kind of supercharged pheromones. He would, wouldn’t he? Everything else about him was more or better or bigger. The business he’d built was a testament to that, as was his insane whiskey. Lord, I loved that whiskey.

He was more polite, better in bed, prettier to look at, had bigger muscles. He even had a gorgeous cock. Not to mention that he gave the best comfort hugs and was an exceptional listener.

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