Felisha Goulding's Stolen Innocence Series

by Felisha Goulding

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  Sarah’s room was further down the hall. Drake quickly introduced himself to both her parents. Other than the two of them, Sarah had requested no visitors. They both assured Drake that Sarah was going to be okay. It was a straight slash, and she had to have five stitches to the right side of her face. The doctors sedated her, and she was drifting in and out of sleep. They assured Drake she would be fine and well taken care of. They asked about Meggie and told Drake to have her call them once she was feeling up to it.

  Will came by and introduced himself to Drake. He assured him that Tommy Jones would be put away for good. His condition had worsened, and he was now considered a threat to the public. Will promised to call with an update once they got back to NY and keep Drake up-to-date on Tommy’s charges and any new developments in the case. Drake gave him his word that he and Meggie would both drop by the sheriff’s office to give their statement within the next twenty-four hours. Both men shook hands before Will went to peek in on Meggie.

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  Will slowly opened the door to Meg’s room. Her beautiful face was streaked with tears. Her parents sat next to her. “Good evening, Jack. Good evening, Annie,” he greeted them both before walking over to Meg’s bedside. “Good evening, son,” Jack said in response while patting Will on the back, and Annie gave him a warm hug and kissed his cheek. “Here, Will.” She offered him a seat before they both turned to leave the room.

  “No, it’s quite alright, Mrs. Malone. If you don’t mind, I’ll stand. I’ve been sitting all day, and it’s good to stretch out these legs for a change,” he said with a smile.

  “I’ll talk to you both in a minute, will you still be here?” he asked, before the Malones walked out the door.

  “Yes, son. We won’t be leaving without her,” Jack nodded towards his daughter. They both disappeared and the door closed behind them.

  Will looked down at Meg who was staring up at him with wide blue eyes. Even though he loved her all his life, he knew she didn’t share those same feelings toward him. Will came to terms with being in her life as a close friend years ago, and although he would have loved more than that, he settled for their friendship. He caressed the side of her delicate face with his hand and sucked in a breath. “You okay?”

  “Yeah, I am now. I wish this never happened, but I can’t change it, Will. What will happen with Tommy?”

  “You don’t worry your pretty little head about him. He’s going to pay for what he did to you. But Meg, you’re lucky. Tommy just confessed to raping a young girl eight years ago. He wasn’t making much sense. We couldn’t get a name out of him, and hell, I don’t even know if what he’s saying is true. But if it is, you are one lucky woman to have been saved before things could have gotten real bad.”

  Meg turned her head toward the window to look past Will. She studied the darkness outside for a moment and let out a long slow breath. “Yeah, I guess I am lucky, huh?”

  Chapter 16

  Sarah came by to see Meggie the day before they all prepared to head back to NYC. They both cried as they held one another; for Meggie and all that she had endured and for Sarah, whose face was bandaged and scarred beneath. Meggie was overwrought with guilt over what happened to Sarah, but Sarah assured her it was a small price to pay in comparison to what could have happened.

  Drake had told Meggie when they were in the hospital a few nights back that both Sarah and Lake were made aware of what happened to her eight years earlier; he assured her they both promised to keep her secret forever. Meggie prayed they would. She couldn’t face her parents if they knew what had happened to her. She forgave Drake for telling them. After all, what choice did he really have? If he didn’t tell them, she might not be here right now. They helped save her life, and if it weren’t for John Lake running into Tommy the night after she was raped, they never would have put the pieces together and got to her on time. If it weren’t for Sarah knowing where she was that night, they never would have found her. Meggie trusted Sarah with her life and she trusted that John Lake would keep her secret as well.

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  “Sarah, don’t be angry with me. I know I should have confided in you, but you would have treated me differently. You would have worried about me. I didn’t want pity, I wanted to forget. I did what I thought was for the best, just leave it be. It’s over now. I’m happy. Thanks to all three of you, I’m safe. I will never feel threatened or scared again. I’m thinking of going to visit John Lake. I have to thank him before I leave town, and I also want to make sure he doesn’t tell anyone what happened eight years ago.”

  “Meg,” Sarah walked over to where Meg was sitting on the couch; they were alone. Drake was upstairs in the kitchen with her parents, and Meg appreciated the privacy he gave her with her friend. “John would never say anything. I trust that man with my life. I’ve known him since we were little kids, and he’s not a hurtful person. He would never share your secret with anyone. He’s the last person in the world you need to worry about. You know, he blames himself for what happened to you eight years ago?”

  “Why, why would he blame himself? It wasn’t his fault. He didn’t do anything.”

  “No, but he feels he let you down, Meg. In his mind, he failed to protect you.”

  “As much as I want you to go see him and make your peace, how do you think Drake is going to feel about you visiting him? He’s pretty possessive over you, and given your history together, do you really think he will be okay with that?”

  “He trusts me, Sarah. If he doesn’t know that, after all we’ve been through, then what do we really have together? He’ll be okay with it. Obviously, he won’t be thrilled at the idea, but I believe he’ll understand and support my intentions.”

  “You’re right, I guess. Do you know where John lives?”

  “Yeah, I do. I heard he’s living in a chalet on the lake just outside of town. I’ll talk to Drake after you leave and let him know. This will be difficult, but it’s something I feel I need to do.”

  “Did you guys go to the sheriff’s office and give your statements?”

  “Yeah, we went this morning, what about you?”

  “Done. I just came back from there. I ran into Will. He’s so upset over all of this. He mentioned he went by the hospital to see you. I was asleep when he dropped by, and I wasn’t taking any visitors at the time. But I’m glad I ran into him this morning. He looks good.”

  “Does he know anything? I mean about what happened all those years ago?” Sarah asked quietly.

  Meg steadied herself at that question, and thinking back to two nights earlier at the hospital and what Will had said, she didn’t think he put the two together. Thankfully, they didn’t have a name to go with, and even if they did, Meg would have denied it was her that was raped. There was no way in hell she would live through that part of her life again and retell that story to anyone, particularly a courtroom.

  “If he knew anything, he certainly didn’t let on. He assured me that Tommy would be put away for good, and I can’t tell you how happy I was to hear that. He was pissed when he heard what went down at Tommy’s house, but he didn’t insinuate knowing anything other than what happened the other night. He chopped it up to Tommy’s condition and figured that was the reason behind the attack. He said he’ll make sure Tommy gets what he deserves and both Will and his dad have a lot of pull here in the county. He’ll have a few charges against him, but Will mentioned he’ll most likely be put away in a psychiatric ward for the rest of his life. He’s too unstable, and from what I hear, his parents couldn’t seem to control him at home either.”

  Both Sarah and Meg talked well into the afternoon hours. Unfortunately, they didn’t plan their return trip back to NY very well. They had separate flights which really sucked. Meg let Sarah know she was planning to stay with Drake for a while when they returned. She promised she would stay with him for the remainder of the week until he went back to work.

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  Just before dinner that
evening, Drake and Meg were sitting on the couch downstairs watching TV. Both her parents reluctantly went to visit her aunt who had grown even weaker by the day. They didn’t want to leave Meggie on her last day at home. But Meg assured them she would be okay at home with Drake. “Meggie, why don’t you go take a nice hot shower and then take a nap, relax a bit.”

  “What are you saying? You don’t want to join me or you don’t want to sleep with me, that you’re afraid to touch me?”

  Meg tore away from his embrace. They were finally alone together. She needed the intimacy with him. She stood back a little, so they were staring at one another. Everything went very quiet. “This doesn’t change a God damn thing, Drake, do you hear me?” Meg’s voice grew louder. “You see, this is the reason why I didn’t want you know what happened.” She pointed her finger at him. “I don’t want to be treated differently, like I’m fucked up, or that you need to protect me, afraid to touch me, that you might scare me and send me over the edge. That’s not what I want from you. I want you, the man that stole my heart. I want your masculinity, and the vulgar words you use when we’re caught up in the moment and the aggressive ways you take me. You set me on fire every time I’m around you. I don’t want you to be afraid to touch me, Drake. That will kill me and ruin everything we have together. Don’t pretend to be someone you’re not. I want you controlling in the bedroom. I want the roughness. If that stops, then you may as well walk out the fucking door right now. I love who you are, Drake Noble, not the person you think you need to be now that you know my horrible secret. I’m not fucking broken and I’m certainly not afraid of you.”

  Meg shook from uncontrolled anger and resentment; the very thought of Drake thinking she was weak and broken was something she couldn’t endure. She stood her ground while he towered over her; he was speechless. Meg turned and stormed away toward the bathroom, and in one long stride, he was on her, big arms wrapped around her from behind, holding her tightly against his chest, she couldn’t move.

  “Meggie,” his voice was low, steady. “If you think for one second that I would treat you differently, you’re out of your fucking mind. Yes, I feel terrible for what happened to you, and no, I can’t change it. But I won’t feel bad for wanting to keep you safe or giving you a little time and space to adjust after what you just went through.” He turned her so that she was facing him and gripped her shoulders. “Do you hear me? As for me treating you differently when we’re alone and making love, I know your body inside and out. I know exactly how you react to everything I say and do. I know you’re not scared of me, of this.”

  Drake’s lips came crashing down on hers, with a possession and a passion like she’d never felt before. Everything in his grip, his touch, told her she was his and that he had no intentions of walking on eggshells around her. Quickly, he pulled the shirt she wore over her head, he fisted her hair and pulled her toward him, swallowing her up in a deep kiss, tongues twirled around one another, teeth clashed, both of them greedy and overcome with the need for one another.

  His hand traveled upward and he unclasped her bra, ridding her body of the material and her breasts fell free. The kiss grew harder. Meg let out a whimper and he swallowed it. Both his thumbs hooked into the material on either side of her track pants. He pulled them down in one quick motion.

  “I want to fuck you so bad right now and I want to feel everything inside you tighten up around me and then watch you fall apart while I fuck you hard. Do you want that, Meggie? Do you want to feel me inside you, exploding inside you?” He fisted her hair in a tighter hold and pulled her head back so that their eyes were aligned and their lips only inches apart. She could feel his breath on her face and wetness settled between her thighs.

  His teeth grazed her jaw and then her neck. “Tell me what you want, Meggie. I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you, Drake. Please, I want you so badly right now.”

  “Tell me, Meggie. Say it. What do you want? How can I make you feel good, what do you want me to do? Tell me, baby.”

  “Touch me,” she begged. “Please, I need you. I can’t wait any longer.”

  “Where, where do you want me to touch you?”

  Grabbing the back of Drake’s soft, thick curls, she pushed herself out of his hold and with one hand on his shoulder, she pushed him down, so that his mouth settled directly in front of her throbbing sex. “I want your mouth on me, I want to come in your mouth. I need you so bad.”

  His grin was wicked. He stared up at her just before leaning in to take her with his mouth. He pulled one leg up and placed it over his shoulder, letting go of the grip she had on his hair, Meg placed both hands on his shoulders to steady herself. He pulled her panties to the side, “God, you smell so good, you’re so wet for me, you’re glistening with your juices. Fuck, Meggie, I’ve been dying for you. It’s been too long.” He bit in to the inner part of her thigh, harder this time. Meg screamed from the pain and his luscious mouth covered the area immediately removing the sting and replacing it with frivolous pleasure. Meg submerged herself into ecstasy. His hands held her waist in a tight hold to steady her. Her legs shook uncontrollably, anticipating the pleasure she knew that only he could give her. God, I need this.

  “Drake, I need your mouth on me.” Her panties were still on, but not for long before she felt them tighten around her skin and in one quick rip they were tossed aside and thrown to the floor. Drake drew his hand back and spanked her. Meg moaned at the feel of the sting left there. It took her by surprise, but what surprised her even more was the fact that she loved it, and wanted more.

  “Yes, ah yes,” she moaned out into the open room. That was so fucking hot. Her pussy throbbed at the action, juices flowed willingly, and Meg was now lost to the feel of his mouth on her.

  She threw her head back, “Mmm, ahh yes,” she breathed out. “That feels so good, it’s not enough, more, I want more, I’m so close.”

  “Hold on, Meggie, don’t let go yet, baby.” Two long fingers made their way inside her aching channel, and Meg thrilled in the delight of his touch as his fingers filled her. “Ahh, that feels so good.” His fingers swept through the folds of her sex, teasing her, before he took her into his mouth and sucked hard on her clit. Meg was quivering at the sensations and then he softly bit into the tight bundle of nerves, Meg moaned her appreciation. An electrical surge went straight to her womb, deep inside as he continued to suck greedily. Pleasure built quickly, and Meg prepared herself for release. There was no way of stopping it now, she was there. His mouth moved lower, and he pushed the leg that straddled his shoulder back a little further, giving him better access. His tongue found its way down further until it found her aching channel where he delved in and out working his tongue further and further inside of her. “You’re so wet, Meggie. Come for me, baby. Let go.”

  Again his tongue started moving aggressively in and out of her sex and his free hand moved up, applying just enough pressure to her clit. He circled it with his thumb, faster and faster until she threw her head back and her lips parted. “Ahh yes,” she couldn’t stop the uncontrollable urge, Meg exploded. Her body convulsed with pleasure as Drake continued to torture her clit with his perfectly capable mouth.

  Within seconds, Meg felt it again, the urge to explode, her sex started to spasm uncontrollably. “Drake,” she said in a gravelly voice, barely audible as she tried to get the words out. “I’m coming again.” He covered her clit with his mouth again and sucked harder this time. He circled the tight nubbin faster with his tongue and sucked harder, taking every ounce of pleasure from her body. He looked up, right into the heart of her and she fell completely apart. Stars danced before her eyes. The warm feeling of a climax floated through her body, taking her into a place like no other. His name continued to fall from her lips along with whimpers of pleasure that she couldn’t hold back. Meg finally opened her eyes again and looked down into his familiar face and he was staring back at her, watching intently as she fell apart in his arms.

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You have no idea how fucking gorgeous you are when you fall apart around me like this. Hearing you moan out in pleasure as you take everything I give you, God, what you do to me, Meggie.” He kissed both her inner thighs, caressed her clit lightly, sending a shiver through her one last time before removing her leg from his shoulder. Drake caught her as she collapsed on to him. He lifted her into his arms and walked over to the sofa and laid her down.

  Their eyes locked on to one another. “Perfect, you are so perfect, Meggie. I love you,” he said before he stole her lips in a kiss that had her panting and wanting more of him.

  Meg’s eyebrow drew upward. “You have too many clothes on,” she said in a small voice, weak with desire. Although he was shirtless, his erection stood at attention straining against his trousers. He looked sexy as hell to her right now, and she wanted him like never before.

  Rushing, he unleashed his belt, pulled down his zipper and his long thick shaft sprung forward looking ready to explode and angry with the need to be taken. Her breath hitched and her eyes fixated on the size of him, wanting him to fill her.

  An overwhelming need to taste him urged her forward, and she took a seat at the edge of the couch. He stood directly in front of her, his erection in close proximity to her mouth, and she licked her lips at the very sight of him. Meg moved forward taking him into her mouth, inch by long inch. She slowly sucked him back until she felt the head of his shaft at the back of her throat and she swallowed down.

  Her lips moved over the length of him, over and over again, his shaft glistened from the wetness of her mouth, and Meg knew she would never tire of taking him in this way. “Suck me, Meggie, harder,” he begged. She looked up into his dark eyes to see they were dilated and almost black with desire. He was so close. Placing both hands on either side of her head, he fisted her hair around his hands and pulled out so that the head of his penis rested on her bottom lip and he set the pace. He took his own pleasure. He fucked her mouth until his head fell back and his lips parted. She took back control. With her hands gripped securely around his waist and she grazed her teeth lightly over his shaft, before settling on the tip. She swirled her tongue around, applying a little more pressure to the underside, not wanting him to come just yet. She took him in deep and stilled herself for a moment, breathing out her nose. She reached down lower with her free hand, the other fisted his shaft and she held his heavy sac and massaged, bringing him closer to the edge. Drake let out a low curse while Meg continued to massage. His erection fell free from her lips and a loud popping sound filled the room. She took one of his legs and moved it up on to the seat of the couch and lowered herself to take the delicate tissue of his sac in to her mouth. She sucked gently and massaged.