Drake Forever_Book Seven in the Unrestrained Series

by S. E. Lund

  "I'm so ready for you," I murmured.

  She grasped me, stroking my shaft, then cupping the head. I was so hard it almost hurt and couldn't wait for her to take me into her mouth.

  "Lick me," I commanded.

  She knelt and grasped me one more, pulling the head to her lips. Very slowly and very deliberately, she licked the head, tasting my salty fluid. I couldn't stop from groaning.

  "Suck me."

  She ran her tongue around the head, stroking the underside and then took my cock into her mouth, sucking the head in further, moving her wet lips over me deliberately slowly. I reached down and guided her head, grabbing her hair in a fist, increasing the speed, pushing inside her mouth deeper until she gagged. Then I pulled back just a bit, my pace slowing.

  She glanced up and met my eyes with my cock in her mouth.

  "So good…"

  I pulled her off my cock and lifted her up, kissing her roughly, one hand on her breast. Then, I took her hand and led her to the bed, where I sat on the edge and pulled her closer, my face nuzzled into her breasts. I tongued each nipple briefly, blowing on them to make them erect, then squeezed them, my mouth moving from one to the other, sucking hard. She groaned, her eyes closing.

  "Watch me."

  She opened her eyes and watched as I sucked each nipple. Then I pushed her up onto the bed, moving her back and into position.

  When I knelt between her thighs, I gripped my erection and rubbed the head against her slit.

  "Nice and wet," I said approvingly. "Almost ready."

  I entered her, penetrating only an inch then slid the head out and up, over her clit, again and again until she was so close, I knew when I entered her completely, she'd come immediately.

  "I'm close…" she said, panting. "I'm going to come."

  "Not yet," I said. "I've been waiting all night for this and I'm going to enjoy every inch of you."

  "I want every inch of you," she said, despite it being impertinent, but I knew how much she needed it – needed me.

  "Oh, you'll get every inch, Katherine," I said firmly, reminding her to stay in scene. "But not until I decide so don't try to tempt me to give my inches to you any sooner."

  She bit her bottom lip and tried to look contrite, but she was smiling at the same time.

  "Naughty girl," I whispered and pulled my cock away, stroking it absently while I examined her pussy. "Maybe I should just please myself while looking at you, deny you my inches."

  "Please, no, Sir," she said, doing her best to sound submissive. "This one promises to be good the rest of the night."

  She fluttered her eyelashes and I had to bite back a grin.

  "I have just the thing," I said and went to the closet and returned with a blindfold and some leather straps. I decided to do a bondage scene so Kate would stay focused. After I tied the blindfold around her head, I wrapped her wrists and secured the straps to the headboard and her ankles to the footboard. She tugged at the restraints, needing to feel completely under my control.

  "You're mine completely," I murmured as I leaned back over her. "Behave."

  Then I began kissing her again, my tongue sliding over her jaw and down over her collarbone to her breasts once more. My cock ached to feel her warm wetness and bring me relief from my lust, but I was going to take my sweet time and she could do nothing about it. When I began moving lower, my mouth trailing around her navel, she gasped, knowing what would happen next.

  "Sir, I'm afraid I'll come as soon as you lick me."

  I stopped and smiled to myself.

  "That aroused, are you, Ms. Bennet? You are a responsive little thing."

  She said nothing in reply and I waited, wondering whether to let her come right away.

  "That's okay, Katherine. You can come right away if you must. I plan on making you come at least twice anyway."

  When I put my mouth on her, and my tongue pressed against her clit, she moaned.

  "Oh, God," she cried out, and I could tell she was coming. I pressed my thumb against her clit, and slid my tongue inside of her, wanting to feel as she clenched in her orgasm. When I glanced up, her back had arched and her nipples were hard.

  She spasmed again and again, her hips thrusting against my tongue, needing every bit of sensation. "Oh, God…"

  Before she was finished, I rose and got into position, shoving my cock into her, wanting to catch her spasms before they finished. The pressure of my cock filling her up sent her over again and she came and came…

  I relished the sensation of her body clenching around my length, and thrust until my own orgasm, ejaculating as I leaned over her, my cock so hard, my motions slowing as I shuddered, emptying myself inside of her.

  When I collapsed on top of her, my mouth by my ear, she smiled.

  "I thought you were going to make me come twice," she said with a mock-pout.

  "Ha!" I said and kissed her cheek. "You came twice. I know your body like the back of my hand."

  "You do," she said with a sigh. "It was one right after the other."

  I removed her blindfold and then untied her bindings, kissing her wrists and ankles before going to the bathroom and getting a wet cloth so I could clean her up.

  We lay together after and she snuggled against me. I threw my thigh over her possessively and stroked her arm while we lay together.

  "Happy Anniversary, my love," I said.

  She leaned up and smiled. "Happy Anniversary, my love."

  Wrapped up in her embrace, warm from my orgasm, I was so happy despite the threat of the looming trial and video.

  I didn't even remember falling asleep.

  Kate

  I woke up the next morning with a blistering headache.

  Sophie's soft babbling over the baby monitor and the image on the tiny screen showed me she'd woken and was happily playing with her toys. I lay back and rubbed my forehead. That would teach me not to drink too much vodka and expect to feel up to being a good mother the next morning. All I wanted to do was turn over and go back to sleep, but that wasn't going to happen. I knew Sophie's rhythms. She woke early, played for a while with her pacifier in her mouth, and then started to squawk once she was bored with her toys. She'd stand up and bounce with her hands on the crib rail and I'd panic that she'd one day manage to bounce right out of the crib.

  I had maybe five minutes at best.

  I turned over to find myself staring into Drake's blue-blue eyes...

  "Good morning, Mrs. Morgan. Regret that last shot of vodka, do you? I know I do."

  "That I do." I reached out and brushed hair out of his eyes. "I'm glad we were able to do a scene, despite everything. I wish I didn't have to even think about the video and what's going to happen next. I just know we'll be followed around and people will point and talk. It makes me sick."

  Drake rolled over closer to me, pulling me into his arms. "I'm sorry about all this. You didn't sign up for sexual scandal when you met me and agreed to marry me."

  I looked deeply into his eyes while he brushed hair off my cheek.

  "I signed up to be with you -- you Drake. All of you. Every inch. Everything about you, good and bad. So, we're dealing with some of the bad right now. One day, it will all end and we'll go back to some new normal. No one will even care about the trial or remember it. We'll be just two more people on the street with our children."

  "I hope so. I hope we're not a couple of old fogies by then."

  "Old fogies... You could never be an old fogie. I'll bet your dad was still a rake even when he was in his fifties."

  Drake sighed and lay on his back, pulling me beside him. "He didn't get much beyond that, sadly. God, I wish he was still alive. There's so much I'd want to say to him. When I was younger, I resented the hell out of him because he was always so damn busy with his work and with the company. Now, I understand a lot more about him. He was a lonely man who filled his life with work to compensate. He didn't know how to do anything else. He didn't know how to show love. To be with other people in a wa
y that made them feel secure. I hope I never get like that, Kate." He turned to look in my eyes. "Please tell me if I do."

  "You could never be that way."

  He smiled at me but shook his head. "I was exactly like that before I met you. You must remember he was my role model. It's so easy to fall into old patterns and become self-absorbed. It was meeting you and realizing what I'd been missing and why I was missing it that changed me – for the better. I realized the difference between Ethan and my dad and what kind of man I really wanted to be. I wanted to be more like Ethan. Devoted to his family. Involved. Strong for them, but accepting of who they really were."

  I lay on my stomach beside him and laid my head on my arms.

  "I never really saw him that way until I met you. It's strange but I felt like my father was a controlling old bastard for most of my life. Like, I could never live up to his expectations, and he never approved of me. You showed me that all along, he was just accepting everything I did and said but was helping me figure out what I wanted. I just didn't realize it."

  "He questioned you when you challenged his authority, but he allowed you to be rebellious and so rebellion became normal. What it did was make you know yourself by making you justify your decisions. Being a judge probably allowed him to see different points of view and respect them and know how to get to the truth of things."

  "I know that now, but back then? It felt like he was always judging me." Then I laughed. "Of course, he was a judge, but all he was doing was making me judge myself and my ideas."

  "Exactly. I think it's called the Socratic Method."

  I leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips and he smiled.

  On the baby monitor, Sophie let out a call, her pacifier still clenched between her teeth. I glanced over at the tiny screen and saw that she was standing up, holding onto the crib railing.

  Next, she'd start bouncing.

  "We're lucky she wakes up happy," I said and rolled off the bed, pulling on my robe and slippers against the chill of the floor.

  "We are."

  I turned back and took in Drake as he lay on the bed, his arms folded behind his head, his chest bare, the sheet covering his ample package. He looked so desirable that I would have liked it if we could have a shower together and then a nice leisurely fuck before breakfast. Those days were gone unless we woke up extra early before Sophie did. Given how much work she was and how we enjoyed our evenings together once she fell asleep, that wasn't often an option. Both of us needed our sleep.

  "I'll go get her. Do you want to have a shower?" I asked, for it was my day to get up with Sophie and get her ready. Drake and I alternated days.

  "I do. I'll be out in about fifteen."

  I smiled and left the bedroom, taking the hallway to Sophie's room. When I opened the door, there she was, standing at the side of her crib, her hands on the rails. She smiled widely when she saw me and her pacifier fell out of her mouth to reveal her front teeth.

  "Good morning, baby," I said and went over to her. She babbled in response and picked up her pacifier, which was attached to her onesie with a safety pin and popped it back into her mouth. Then, she held her arms out wide, asking for me to pick her up.

  Which I did, giving her a big hug and kiss.

  I carried her to her change table and changed her diaper, then dressed her in a playsuit for the day. It was bright blue and designed like a worker's overalls. The fabric was soft and stretchy, and she could run around or crawl on the floor without worry. The color of the overalls brought out her blue eyes -- her inheritance from her father. She also got his thick dark eyelashes. I knew one day that the boys would all get weak-kneed when they looked into them the way I did when I looked into Drake's eyes. I hoped I could be a good mother to her and make sure that one day, she would be a strong and happy woman.

  When I was finished, I took her downstairs to the kitchen and placed her in her high chair that stood next to the kitchen island. Drake was already finished with his shower and was standing in a pair of faded jeans, white sweater and slippers. He came right over and gave Sophie a big kiss.

  "How's my girl?" he asked, brushing her soft brown curls off her forehead. "Did you have a good sleep?"

  She smiled up at him and played with the Cheerios I placed on the highchair tray. Finally, she popped her pacifier out of her mouth and began munching on the cereal, picking up each piece with her fingers. I loved watching her feed herself. It was so enlightening to watch a little human master new skills. She'd crawled and walked early despite being a preemie. She was saying two words together now and naming everything. I'd been around Heath's kids only rarely since he and Christie were always traveling to and from various locations in Central and South America doing their charity work, so I'd missed a lot of their development.

  Now, I got to watch it all first hand.

  I thought that I'd be bored with being a mother, but it was never boring. It was sometimes tiring, but Sophie kept me on my toes, watching her walk around, exploring. Plus, her verbal development was fascinating.

  Pointing was her big thing. She seemed to love her pointer and was always poking everything with it, looking up at Drake or me to see if we were as fascinated with whatever it was she was pointing at as she was and naming it.

  "What's on the agenda for today?" Drake asked as he poured fresh water into the coffee maker. "I'm going to meet with Lara, but I'll be home all morning. Do you want to go to Central Park and walk for a while? It might clear our heads to get some fresh air and exercise."

  "Exercise is the last thing I feel like, but you're right," I replied, mixing up Sophie's dish with some oatmeal, sprinkling some brown sugar on top. I placed it in front of her and she immediately reached for her spoon. She loved trying to feed herself and generally got more of it on her face and bib than in her mouth, but she was learning.

  "Go have a shower," Drake said and pushed me out of the way with his hip. "I'll take over here. When you're finished, the bacon and eggs will be cooked and the coffee will be ready."

  I kissed him quickly, giving him a smile, and did just that.

  * * *

  Our walk through Central Park was pleasant, except for the knowledge I had that my bodyguard Mike was walking about twenty paces behind us, watching the environment for any sign of threat. It changed my day from happy go lucky to suddenly potentially dangerous.

  While Lisa was in jail, Drake didn't feel like we knew everything about her and her machinations. She'd orchestrated an attempted murder, an actual murder and had coached her submissive Jones into committing suicide. She had family ties to the NYPD and while I trusted the police to be on our side, given all the evidence, there was no telling what her family might do.

  Drake worried that an angry brother or former boyfriend might be convinced that Drake was evil incarnate and try to take him -- or me -- out.

  It was unlikely, but after seeing me come in on a stretcher, almost bleeding out in the trauma room, changed Drake's sense of invincibility. We would have bodyguards for the rest of our time in Manhattan.

  The rain had stopped and clouds were thinning, bringing us a bit of much-needed sunshine. The air was cool enough that we could see our breaths, but it was invigorating and just what Drake and I needed to recover from our night of alcohol excess. I pushed the baby stroller while Drake walked beside me and together, we enjoyed the trees and views from the park. Drake had put on the baby carrier, which he would put Sophie in once we got into the park. He liked to carry her in it, because he said I got to carry her for almost nine months and now he wanted to do the same while he still could.

  We passed by the bridge that we used for our wedding pictures and took Sophie over it so she could look down at the water below. Drake took her out of her stroller and held her up, standing her on the railing. She laughed and bounced and I worried that he'd accidentally lose his grip on her and drop her into the water, but it was just my anxiety. Drake had a firm grip on her and would never let go so I took in a deep breath and
tried to relax.

  "This is where Mommy and I got married," Drake said to Sophie, kissing her plump cheek. "It was the happiest day of my life up until then. The next happiest," he said and looked over at me, "was the day I found out that you were conceived and then the day I realized that both of you were going to live after all."

  Drake's eyes softened and he leaned over and kissed me. I know he was thinking of the horrible day that I was attacked and almost died. He could have lost us both but luckily, the doctors were skilled and we survived.

  "I love you, Mrs. Morgan," he said, his voice filled with emotion. "Thank you for the best years of my life."

  "I love you, Dr. Morgan," I replied, my throat choking up, my eyes filling with tears. "Thank you for the best years of my life."

  We smiled together and then Sophie bounced again and Drake lifted her up and into the baby carrier so they could walk together for a while.

  The leaves were all reds and oranges and yellows in Central Park and we let Sophie down so she could run around in them, laughing as she did. It was my favorite time of the year and for an hour at least, all the cares of the trial and what Drake would face once the video came out and the talk began on television and on the internet were forgotten.

  * * *

  We arrived back home and spent the rest of the morning lazing on the sofa, watching a show on a home channel, looking at houses along the coast. Drake and I loved our apartment, but we also loved being close to the ocean when we were in San Francisco and had talked about getting a house on the beach. Maybe on Fire Island. It could be our summer place and we'd divide our time between the apartment on 8th Avenue and the beach house. Drake suggested we build a brand new house exactly to our specifications and so we enjoyed watching home renovation and design shows on cable. I figured it would give Drake something other than the trial to focus on and I encouraged it. I'd love to be able to walk to the beach each morning with Sophie the way I had back in San Francisco.

  Drake got a call from Lara a little after noon, and they talked in the office while I fixed Sophie's lunch. I wanted to go into the office and listen, but I was busy with Sophie so I waited for Drake to come out and relay to me what they discussed.