Dragonfly Kisses Read Free Page B

the stairs to their deck and winced. From here, it looked like a death climb up a Mayan pyramid. “My place is closer.”
    “Really?” She licked her lips. “Where do you live?”
    He tried to point, but she had a hold on his wrist, clamping it around her neck, so he nodded instead. “Over there. See? Through the trees.”
    Her grip was a little too…grippy. And—come to think of it—so was Platinum Blonde’s. They had plastered themselves to either side in the guise of “helping” him, but he wasn’t fooled. The surreptitious caresses on his back and belly gave them away. He wiggled a little to get them to loosen up.
    “Ooh,” the pixie murmured. “We’re neighbors.” She had a sweet face, the pixie. She probably wouldn’t be groping an injured, helpless man.
    Dylan winced as a hand cupped his ass. He wasn’t sure which one had done it, so he frowned at them both. “I can make it myself.”
    “Don’t be silly.”
    “Of course we’ll help you. Come on. Take it slow.”
    They lurched forward, one agonizing step at a time. Dylan was very aware that his body was still covered in sand, though his sweat had cooled. He felt grungy and awkward and embarrassed.
    And still, through all this, Cassandra hadn’t said a word.
    He shot a glance over his shoulder, just to be sure she was following. None of this would be worth it if she didn’t come along. And heaven help him, he didn’t want to be wounded and alone with these two barracudas in an isolated cabin. Surely, a fate worse than death.
    To his astonishment, he found her smiling. It wasn’t a friendly kind of smile. No. It was a wicked grin. Like she knew of his discomfort in the clutches of her avaricious friends and found it amusing. It sent a bolt of electricity sizzling straight through to his gut and, for some reason, lightened his heart. “Help me,” he mouthed, and her grin turned into a laugh. A low chuckle that resonated through him and settled in his groin.
    Which was awkward.
    The last thing he wanted was for these two man-eaters to know he had a woodie. Such knowledge could be dangerous.
    “Watch where you’re going,” Diamond Stud said as he stumbled over a step, and he decided he’d better pay attention. He couldn’t survive yet another fall in front of Cassandra.
    The women helped him up the stairs onto his deck and into his modest cabin—unlike their sprawling mansion—a one-story with two bedrooms, a bath, and an open kitchen and living room. He hobbled over to the sofa and collapsed on it, exhausted.
    To his horror, Diamond Stud and Platinum Blonde dropped down beside him.
    “We should probably take off your shoe,” Diamond Stud said, lifting his leg onto the coffee table and fiddling with his laces.
    “Do you have a first aid kit?” Platinum Blonde asked. “Something with a wrap?”
    He nodded. “In the bathroom. Under the sink.”
    “Cassie, go get it, will you?” Diamond Stud barked.
    Dylan bristled a little, disliking the way Stud ordered his Cassandra around, but she seemed to take the brusque command as par for the course. She headed toward the back of the house, not even asking where the bathroom was. Then again, there weren’t many options in this crackerbox.
    Platinum Blonde patted his bare thigh. “Cassie knows first aid. Don’t worry. We’ll fix you right up.”
    “You’ll probably need some crutches. Lucy, don’t we have some at the house? From when Lane broke his leg?”
    Platinum Blonde tapped her lips. “Hmm. I think so. I’ll have to look in the storage closet.”
    Diamond Stud nodded and shot Dylan a lusty look. “I’ll bring them over… later .” The way she hummed the word made goose bumps rise on his skin.
    “Um, that’s okay. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
    Yikes. Alone with her ? At night? The thought was horrifying. She’d be on him in a New York minute. She was aggressive enough with her friends here. He could only imagine what she’d try to pull if they were alone.
    He was used to