A swat to her ass made Alex yelp. “You’re going to burn the burgers, lovebirds.” Regan laughed while handing her a metal spatula.
Drake cracked up and turned to adjust himself. Alex swatted him after hearing him laugh. He yelped as well and turned around. “Let me see that thing.”
“No way.” Alex gripped it tight for fear she’d get smacked again with it.
“I’d like to bend you over my knees and spank your ass with that,” Drake whispered, making her shudder with anticipation. “Mmm, you’d like that,” he continued and stood behind her while she flipped the hamburgers. His erection rubbed her ass, damn near making her come apart with desire.
Alex nodded with her eyes closed and bit her lip. She wasn’t embarrassed to admit anything to Drake. He was easy to talk to and be with. There was something very comforting about that fact. She hated to feel like she needed to be someone else to impress a person. With Drake, she didn’t have to be daddy’s girl, honor roll student, or merit scholarship winner, the titles that required her to act a certain way around certain people. Around Drake, she could just let go and be just Alex.
Drake kissed the side of her neck. “Tonight, we will stay inside and if I have to, I’ll board up the damn windows.”
* * * *
Everyone sat around the table, enjoying dinner and each other. Drake inhaled and smiled as he noted all the smiling faces. For the first time, he finally felt a part of his brothers’ lives. This was the type of scene he had always dreamt of. The occasion was more special in reality because of Alex. He could never dream up someone as unique with the power to influence him without trying. Her adorable laugh warmed his heart in a place that had been numb since his mother passed. In thinking of his mother, he blinked his eyes that began to sting. She really would have adored her.
Across the table, Drew had a smile on his face, seemingly as content as Drake. Since the visit to the hospital together, Drew’s attitude toward him had changed somewhat. There hadn’t been a peace declaration by any means, but it was a good sign nonetheless. As far as their father went, Drake was positive when they came together earlier and stood up to him as a united front, he started to see light. Each one of them had issues with the man, and each had bowed to his authority over the years, whether they wanted to or not. On the inside, deep down, they all knew they had made a significant impact on how their father viewed them and would treat them in the future.
Drew pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at the display. “Looks like we’ll be getting some severe thunderstorms tonight.”
“Good, we need the rain,” Damon replied and continued to eat.
Drake looked out the window at the dark and ominous clouds building in the distance. “No tornados, I hope.”
“No watches or warnings yet.” Drew put his phone back in his pocket.
After dinner, Drake helped clear the table while passing glances in Alex’s direction, making her blush and giggle. Regan watched them for a moment and smiled as she continued her task.
“Dinner was wonderful, ladies.” Drake thanked them as he brought the last couple of plates from the table to the kitchen.
Alex had begun rinsing the dishes and placing them into the dishwasher. Drake leaned against the door jam and watched. Her cute little butt wiggled when she scrubbed a pan. The sight was one he’d never tire of.
“What are you staring at?” Alex turned, her ponytail swinging to the side. “The guys are out having a beer and watching the weather.”
“I’d rather watch you.”
Regan finished putting away the leftovers and quietly excused herself from the kitchen. When she was gone, Drake moved behind Alex and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Do you know how hot you look with your pony tail and short shorts while doing the dishes?”
“Wow, you bumped your head.”
“You’re gorgeous, Alex.” He leaned close and placed a soft kiss to her neck.
“Mmm, I can’t concentrate when you do that.”
“Let me help you.” He reached around her, pinning her against the counter while his hands dipped into the bubbly dishwater and held her hands. “I never knew washing dishes could be such a turn-on.” He held her hand with the sponge and helped clean a plate.
A light nip to her neck caused her to hum. “Me either.” Her hips wiggled, brushing her ass across his groin. “Oooh, happy to see me?”
“Baby, I’m more than happy to see you.” He retaliated by rubbing his erection between the cheeks of her ass. A sweet cry came out as a whisper, soft and feminine. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling the light scent of her skin. Intoxicating, the woman was a drug that made his mind buzz, his muscles contract, and his cock grow agonizingly erect within seconds of being in her presence. Her body shuddered, hips rolling gently as her head fell back to rest on his shoulder. Their soapy fingers entwined together, ignoring the dishes to caress and tease.
“Mmm, we’re supposed to be doing the dishes.” Alex’s voice came out heated and raspy.
“I can’t think about dishes when your ass is rubbing me that way,” Drake whispered in her ear and pulled their hands from the water, his on top of hers with their fingers locked together. Placing his palms to her hips, he slowly dragged them up her narrow waist, inching toward her breasts she pushed forward with an arch of her back.
Lightning flashed across the sky, sending a bright pulse of light flooding into the kitchen. Seconds later, a loud clap of thunder rumbled. He placed her hands on her breasts and squeezed them around the perky mounds. “Such perfect tits need to be sucked, nipped, and teased.” He rolled his hips, grinding with a sensual sway. “I want you, Alex.”
She inhaled a sharp breath and turned her eyes toward his. Her eyes regarded him, opening wide before rolling back and closing when his fingers reached between her legs and strummed over the seam.
“You’re hot and wet, baby.” He quivered with anticipation and moved his fingers to the hem of her shorts, slipping them under the fabric.
“Oh, god,” she gasped as his fingers eased under her panties and sank into her pussy.
“Oh, my. What do we have here?” His fingers eased out of her hot entrance and slid between her labia and over her clit.
Alex braced her hands on the sink and quivered. “We’re going to get caught,” she said with a groan, but didn’t ask him to stop.
With his free hand, Drake turned her face to the side and kissed her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue darted in, his lips closing around hers, muffling the sound. Her body fit snugly against his. Each and every quiver heightened his arousal. His fingers sank deeper into her pussy, making her cry out and her knees buckle. He steadied her, holding her firmly around the waist as he continued.
“Oh, Drake, shit. Let’s go before they all come back in,” she rasped out with her hips finding rhythm against his hand.
“I thought you’d never ask,” he teased as he removed his hand. Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he inserted one, sucking her nectar from it. He slowly pulled his finger from his mouth and moaned. “God damn you taste amazing.”
Alex grabbed his hand and inserted his middle finger into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the digit, her mouth hot and inviting. The action made him weak as images of having her mouth wrapped around his cock appeared. Her soft tongue caressed his finger, swirling before her lips sucked and she slowly pulled back.
He grunted, unable to take anymore. “Naughty girl. Get your ass upstairs now.” He released her and swatted her ass with a firm slap.
The back door opened in the dining room, and Alex giggled while sprinting toward the stairs. Drake took after her, their feet thudding like a herd of wild horses up the stairs. Down the hall they sprinted. Alex jerked open her bedroom door with Drake hot on her heels. Inside, he caught her, pulling her to his chest, his mouth landing roughly on hers. Giggles soon turned to soft moans. Her hands fumbled with the button on his jeans, their mouths in a frenzy of erratic kisses.
Drake
yanked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor, moving his mouth back immediately to kiss her while beginning to pull her shirt up. He could feel his chest expand quickly with his breaths coming out like he had run a marathon. There were too many clothes, too much fabric in his way. Her jerked her shirt off and fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Her hands unzipped his jeans and shoved them down, taking his boxers with them. With a stern grip, her soft hand wrapped around his cock and squeezed.
Once he finally got his trembling hands to work, he peeled her bra away, revealing her taut nipples. He suckled them quickly, paying equal attention to both. Alex’s hands gathered up his hair and pulled as she moaned with delight.
Outside, the weather had increased in intensity. Lightning lit up the sky. Thunder came immediately after with a boom, making the room shake. Rain began to fall in heavy sheets, pelting against the window like gravel being thrown at it. Their momentum increased, hands pulled and touched each other, and their mouths hungrily latched together.
“Just fuck me now, Drake,” Alex pleaded as she stroked his cock.
He fumbled through his pocket, searching for the condom he hid away that morning. Alex kissed his chest, stopping to swipe her tongue over his nipples. His fingers tingled as he tore open the condom.
“Hurry,” she demanded, caressing his ball sac.
Drake groaned. He couldn’t move fast enough, and his damn fingers wouldn’t calm down enough to roll the condom over his shaft. A throb pulsed to the head of his swollen cock. Alex took over the task, quickly sheathing him. He turned her around and pushed her against the wall. “Put your foot on this stool.”
With her open wide, Drake grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep into her tight channel. Slick heat welcomed him and gripped him tight.
“Yesss!” Alex whimpered.
The storm raged outside, lightning coming faster and closer together with thunder deafening him. Harsh winds continued to rush, battering the side of the house with rain so hard it drowned out their voices. Drake grunted with a hard upward stroke. Adrenaline from either the storm or his sheer excitement pushed him to deliver punishing strokes. Alex accepted them with surprised cries, flexing the muscles of her inner walls around him and holding him tighter.
“Yes, Drake.”
Her words fueled him, pushed him to please, wanting nothing more than to satisfy her so completely she’d never want another again. Each pull and push into her tight pussy made him light-headed. An intense feeling of euphoria enveloped him, curled around his heart, and squeezed. He had fallen for her, and the thought made him short of breath.
His arm wrapped around her chest and held her tight while his hips bucked up faster and harder. He kissed her shoulders, stopping to nip her tender flesh, earning him a moan so seductive and sensual his knees buckled. God, he was close and didn’t want to be. Muscles throughout his body quivered as sweat from their bodies slickened their flesh. He stroked her clit, pushing her and inviting her to release. “Come for me. Come all over my cock.”
“Drake, oh, shit. Yes!” She let go and quivered in his arms.
Slick heat enveloped him, pushing him to the summit and over the other side. “Alex!” he growled and bit down on her shoulder, pumping his seed to the end of his cock. Holding her tight, he thrust inside her, milking the sporadic spurts that followed.
They slowed, falling against the wall, searching for enough oxygen to fill their lungs. Sweat trickled down Drake’s forehead. He kissed Alex’s cheek before turning her around and placing her back against the wall. She looked up at him and smiled while taking a deep breath. Perspiration beaded over her tan skin. Lightning lit up the room, shimmering off her wide eyes that smiled at him. He dipped down, kissing her gently while his arms trapped her between them. Their lips engaged in a slow kiss, tongues gliding over one another with an unhurried pace.
A commotion downstairs, followed by yelling, made them abruptly stop. The wind howled with lightning cracking and hail beginning to hit the window. Alex ducked under Drake’s arms and began hastily searching for her clothes. “Please, no.” She hurried to pull up her shorts and button them quickly.
Drake followed, dressing quickly as the shouts got louder downstairs. “Who is it?”
Alex pulled her shirt over her head and slid her feet into her flip flops. “My dad.”
“What?”
She started for the door. “I can’t believe he came here!”
“I’m coming. It’s just as much my fault.”
Alex turned and shook her head. “No. Please don’t.”
Drake caressed her cheek with his hand and tilted her chin up. He brushed his lips over hers. “Alex, I’m no coward. I’m man enough to face your dad.”
Chapter 10
Alex took each step cautiously for fear her trembling legs would buckle and she’d tumble down the remainder of the stairs. Drake stayed close, offering support when she wobbled. A nervous tremble wracked her body as she grew nearer the landing with the sound of her father’s enraged voice building.
After their phone call earlier, she thought she’d established a footing, declaring herself an adult. And she was, after all, and damn sure old enough to decide what was best for her life. Of course she wished like crazy their little escapade hadn’t been caught on film, but it had, and all she could do was accept the fact and move on.
“God damn it. I want her down here, now.” Her father’s voice echoed through the dining room, filtering into the kitchen when she reached the landing. She shuddered hard and paused, working to find the strength to face him.
“Mr. Mullins, I know this is difficult and how much of a shock it came to you—” Damon started and was interrupted.
“And what in the hell would you know? Do you have a daughter? Do you know what it’s like to see your daughter in the bed of damn truck, naked with a man? What’s worse is who she was with!”
Tears stung the inside of Alex’s eyes, but she blinked them away, determined to be strong. When she entered the room, Damon and Drew cleared their throats simultaneously. Her father turned, glaring with his eyes wild with anger. “Alex, get your things. You’re coming home with me.”
Alex straightened her posture as anger welled up in her gut, uncoiling inside her stomach and making bile rise into her throat. Her father had come into the Radcliffs’ house, yelling and cussing them. He had no right to do that. Whether or not he liked them or disagreed with how they lived their lives was no excuse to treat them with such disrespect. “No,” she stated firmly and crossed her arms. “How dare you come into their house like this? How dare you treat them without respect?”
“Alex, now is not the time to discuss the matter. I am taking you home.”
“I am home. I’m surrounded by a family that loves me and respects me, which is more than I can say for you right now.”
Her father stood with his nose flaring, unspoken words waiting to be expelled. He glared at Drake. “This must be the senator’s bastard son starring in the photo with you on the front page this morning.”
Drake stepped forward and extended his hand. “I’m Drake Chandler.”
“This isn’t a fucking meet and greet, boy. Stay the hell away from my daughter.”
“With all due respect, sir, your daughter is an adult and capable of making her own decisions,” Drake calmly replied
Before Alex could scream, her father lunged for Drake, taking him to the floor. “Stop it!” Her voice came out so hard and loud it made her own ears hurt. “Please, stop!”
Drew and Damon rushed over, pulling her father back and off Drake. “Enough!” Damon growled as he and Drew struggled to contain him.
A roar unlike any other vibrated the house with wind howling, blowing limbs and debris against the house. Loud crashes erupted, sounding like bricks being hurled against the exterior of the structure. Alex looked out the back door and watched as large boards and sheets of metal were flung through the air.
Damon yelled over the noise. “Everyone, to the
cellar!” He grabbed Regan’s hand and ran toward the back door, followed by Drew and Liv.
When they opened the door, the wind caught it and jerked it free, hurling it into the tree in the backyard. Regan and Liv screamed at a deafening tone and broke out into a run. Drake grabbed Alex’s hand. “Let’s go!”
They ran out into the raging storm. Rain and debris pelted her skin, stinging like a swarm of angry bees. She shielded her eyes as she dug her heels down, trying to make it to the cellar. It felt like she was moving in slow motion. The wind was so strong she struggled to gain a couple of feet. Drake held her hand tight, pulling her along. She glanced over her shoulder. Her father was right behind her, working to guide her.
“Come on!” Damon yelled as he struggled to hold onto the cellar door. Everyone else had made it safely inside.
Drake pulled her forward and pushed her toward Damon. She stumbled and fell down the first few steps. Drew caught her before she fell face first on the awaiting concrete below, and he pulled her to safety. Regan and Liv rushed to her side, both embracing her while looking up above where Drake fought against the wind. Damon grabbed his hand and pulled. Alex felt terror rip through her stomach. She couldn’t see her father. “Help him!” she screamed, causing Drake to turn and look back.
Her father’s face appeared. He was using every ounce of muscle to hang on to threshold of the cellar, fighting to pull himself forward. Drake held onto Damon’s forearm, and with the other hand he reached back, trying to get a grip on her father’s arm.
“Grab my hand!” Drake leaned further, trying to catch her father’s hand that flailed in the wind.
Drew held Damon’s arm, anchoring him, and leaned back. The rush of the wind created a vacuum, and Alex felt her body being pulled toward the entrance. It sounded like a freight train was bearing down on them, rumbling and howling with the intent of destroying them. Behind her father, his legs flapped in the wind like clothes hanging out to dry. Shingles and boards whipped by.
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