My hands roamed over her. I couldn’t stop. She had become the oxygen for my blood.
“Thank you for coming into my life but you have ruined me for anyone else.”
“You don’t feel ruined.”
Laughter bubbled up from her chest when she wiggled her hips on my lap. I wasn’t ready to move. Not from her. But the idea that my family was right outside gave me the will to let my cock slip from her body.
“My family will be looking for us soon.”
“Shit,” she screamed and suddenly, she was out of my lap and grabbing at the loose articles of clothing thrown over the floor.
I picked up my shirt, and was displeased to discover it held hardly any creases. I was going to have to teach her how to be a little more demanding next time.
“Calm down, they’ve been pretty sure for a long time that I'm not a virgin.”
I turned to leave knowing she would be following on my heels.
At the top of the stairs, I twisted around to catch her pulling her hair up in a messy bun, revealing the kissable line of her neck. Her face was flush, and on her neck were four deep red streaks, the shadow of where my fingers held on a little too tight. I smoothed the shirt down over the luscious slopes of her thighs, and bit down on my bottom lip, trying to suppress the smile threatening to crack out on my all too serious face. Damn, Cherry Webb had finally shown me what happiness felt like. I couldn’t stand there another minute. She was too much.
I raced down the stairs, opened the back door, and was immediately thrust into my hyper, overprotective family.
Cherry was sucking on her bottom lip. No doubt, trying to regain the last bit of nerves left in her body. I needed to reassure her they were just my family, and she had no one to impress.
“If you can’t remember names. They all answer to Dumb and Dumber.”
“Speak for yourself, shit head.” Billy walked up behind us, drying off his hair from swimming in the pool.
“Drakie, look,” Grace screamed from the diving board before taking a pretty impressive jump. Maybe I should sign her up for some class. She might actually have a future in all this swimming.
Drake Hart
Everyone came and went all day from the kitchen to the fire pit to the swimming pool. Cherry seemed nervous around all the chaos. But my family could be a little overbearing at times. Grace and Katie came out covered in flour and carrying a large plate of cookies.
Stuffing a sugar cookie into my mouth, I asked, “Did my girls make these just for me?”
“No, Pawpaw did but Mommy helped. Didn’t you, Mommy.”
“I made them special for you and Cherry. Where is she?” Katie asked.
I glanced over to the edge of the pool to catch Cherry smiling. Charlotte had corner Cherry earlier. She had no choice but to take a seat on a lounge chair flanked between both Charlotte and Claire. I was positive they would know more about her kids than I even did after they were through.
Jerry came out carrying a large platter of hamburgers and hot dogs for the grill. I took the plate from Katie, so Grace and her could swim some more, and followed Jerry to the grill.
“I like seeing you smile,” Jerry said as he placed a burger on the grill.
“I'm happy Dad, but has Billy told you yet?” I asked, taking a bite of another cookie.
“Told me what?”
“That the man I’m investigating is Cherry’s husband.”
“Shit, son. Does she know?”
“No,” I said and wandered off. I couldn’t talk about it so close to her. I wanted to collar Cherry, not lose her.
I laid back on a chair at the edge of the pool to have a drink and relax. But I had never been able to relax around Katie.
“Come swimming with us,” Katie said and plopped down in my lap, wet and all.
“I didn’t bring any trunks. Sorry, Soda pop.” I hugged her against me. “You know you are going to get too big for my lap?’
“I’ll never be too big for you.”
Yeah, probably not.
Cherry Webb
I politely excused myself from the interrogation of Charlotte and Claire to join Drake on the side of the pool. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy their company but the sight of Drake holding and laughing with his younger sister had stolen all my attention. Drake Hart surprised me with every turn but none more so than seeing his devotion to Katie and Grace. It stirred something in me, more than his touch ever did. He exuded raw power over everyone in his presence. But watching him with his sister shown his vulnerability too. He was the man I had prayed for every night of my adult life. The way he was with his family just sealed the deal. The persona of a cocky, arrogant Dom might be the aura he put out for the world to see but the man I had witness all day was who he truly was.
When Drake noticed me standing beside him, he pulled me over onto his lap. I sat on his left knee and Katie was on his right.
“This must be my lucky day. I have both my girls together.”
Katie laughed and kissed Drake on the cheek. I simply stared. There was something so normal about the day. I was grateful for the reminder that Drake was just another man trying to gather his bearings.
“Time to eat,” Jerry screamed out for all to hear, bringing me back to the here and now.
“Cherry, are you okay?” Drake whispered in my ear. I nodded, sure for once in my adult life I was completely fine.
Lunch was a full blown feast. All prepared by Jerry. No wonder Drake could cook; he had learned from the best.
After lunch, the serious family business was decided by the way of a game of full-on tackle football.
As always, the game ended in a win for Drake since Katie kept score and only wrote down the ones Drake made. But even if Katie didn’t cheat, Drake would have won every time. He dominated the game with the same skill and ease as he did every other thing in his life, including me.
Drake leaned in for a kiss when I yawned. “Tired, baby doll,” Drake whispered in my ear, making me realize I was exhausted. I nodded my head in agreement.
He gripped my shoulders, smiled, and said, “Hey guys, I need to get this one home.”
He said it to his family but never took his eyes off of me. My stomach tightened as he gazed into my eyes with unblinking lust.
I started to wilt under Drake’s stare when Claire embraced me.
“I’m so glad he has found you. Drake needs a good woman,” Claire whispered a little loudly in my ear.
My cheeks burned, and Drake rolled his eyes. I thought about rolling mine back but I was already scared of what he had planned at the ‘playroom.’
“But I wanted you to watch the new Disney movie with me and Grace,” Katie said almost near tears.
“I’ll come by next week and watch it. I promise,” Drake said, and finally took his eyes off me long enough to smile over to Katie.
“Come back, sweetie. Anytime,” Jerry said.
Then I was bear hugged by Katie. “Thanks for being my friend.”
“Thanks for letting me. Maybe I can come watch a movie with you sometimes.”
“And bring Henry and Noah?” Grace said and without thinking or looking jumped up into Drake’s arm. Drake caught her as if it was expected.
“Yes, Soda pop, we will bring Noah and Henry. Now go get your DVD I bet Uncle Billy will watch it with you.”
“Thanks, man. Hey by the way the club is empty tonight,” Billy said and winked.
Drake, embarrassed, or little inpatient one, grabbed my hand and waved his free one in the air.
With the good-byes said, Drake led me not to the car but a motorcycle. He mounted the bike, and slipped a helmet off the handlebars. It was the half helmet type with no facemask.
“Here put this on,” he said and handed it to me.
“A bike? You have a perfectly good car over there,” I said and pointed to his gray Saab parked no more than twenty feet away. I stared blankly, wondering if he really expected me to get on that thousand pounds of metal and tires.
/> “Get on, or I’ll bend you over it and spank your ass, and I won’t stop until I get my thrill even if my family walks out.”
I let out a puff of air and slid the damn helmet on, knowing he would keep his word.
“Cute,” Drake said and went to fasten the chin strap. He kissed my forehead causing the tension to leave my shoulders.
I jumped up on the bike until my legs were dangling over each side. I spread my legs opened into a wide V, pushing myself against his backside. Drake reached back and grabbed my hands, bringing them around to his abs of steel. I would never get tired of touching him.
My body hummed as the engine roared under me. The muffler vibrated until the sound of the Harley filled the air around us. I squeezed his body to mine and could sense he was smiling. I smiled too as the wind stroked over my body. It was more than the wind in my face or being exposed to the elements, it was a feeling of...well, it was orgasmic. I felt a deep peace and serenity, albeit temporal, as most things in life are. It still was one of the most exhilarating feelings. But all things surrounding Drake Hart exhibited those very qualities. Lost in the world whipping around me, I never realized he had pulled over onto the drive of my house.
I pressed my lips to his shoulder not wanting the moment to end. “I thought we were going to the club?”
He gripped my knee and kneaded his digits deep into my skin. “We are, Soda pop. But first I need you to take a nap.”
Soda pop was the endearment he used with Katie and Grace. “Where did soda pop come from?” I asked.
He unmounted his strong, beautiful body from the motorcycle and started to remove my helmet. “When my dad gave me my first Coke. I loved it and made the comment I had never loved anything like I did soda pop. When I said it Katie started to cry. So naturally, even if she was crying because she was hungry I felt guilty, because I could never handle her crying and told her she was my soda pop. So now I call the ones that mean the most to me Soda pop.”
Drake Hart
She winkled her nose. How in the hell does that small gesture make the blood in my veins boil? Fuck, I wanted her. I had wanted her since the minute I first studied her picture and that feeling had not gone away, not even for a minute.
I hauled Cherry against me and kissed her with every ounce of passion I had in me, bruising her lips. I wanted more. Fisting her hair roughly in my hands, I held her in place so she was unable to break the seal our mouths had. I bit her tongue as she thrust it aggressively into my mouth, then tugged on her lower lip, tasting blood.
Drawing blood had always been my biggest turn-on. To see it trickle down smooth skin, taste it pool on my lips. But with her I wanted to be gentle. The taste of her blood scared me, causing my resistance to melt. I picked her up. Her body felt so perfectly right against mine, and she smelled so fucking good, so familiar. My heart thundered in my chest.
I carried her up the sidewalk in onto the front porch. “Turn the knob,” I said quietly and made our way through her front door, kicking it shut behind us. I pressed her soft, supple body against the nearest wall and gently placed her feet on the floor as she pulled her face away from mine. I follow the movement of her hand as she smoothed it across the last drop of blood on her plump lips. She slid her finger into her mouth, sucking it clean. I envied that finger. I wanted to know what it felt like to have those lips on every inch of my body.
Her eyes briefly closed before staring into mine. “How many girls?” she whispered.
Her gaze was stark and confused. “Do you call every girl Soda pop?”
“I have called three people that in my entire screwed-up life.” I cupped her face, needing her to understand this one thing. “Katie, Grace, and you. I don’t know why I called you that but I do know you mean something to me. Something greater than I ever felt before.”
She gasped before leaning up to kiss me and yawned.
“Right now, you're going upstairs and take a nap, because I have a busy night planned for you.”
“You expect me to sleep after you say that to me?”
“Yup, it will be okay, I'll hold you, and if you’re lucky I will even sing to you.”
Her mouth was tender as they made contact with mine. Reluctantly, I pulled back from her and truly looked at her, my heart ached like an open, festering wound at how beautiful she was and how much pain was behind her eyes. I had been broken all my damn life but she was the first person who had the capability to truly tear me in two.
I stepped back, swept her up in my arms and carried her up the stairs. We entered the bedroom, hell, her smell infiltrated the room. I had never been so fascinated by an aroma before. I placed her body on the bed and crawled in beside her. She exhaled deeply as I slowly started gathering the hair at the nape and pressed my lips firmly to the back of her neck.
“Sleep, beautiful,” I whispered against her skin. “I promise you need the sleep.”
She melted into my body, as I stroked her stomach and trailed the lightest kisses along the side of her neck. When Cherry wrapped her leg around mine, I started to hum. Then the perfect words came to my mind.
Wise men say only fools rush in but I can't help falling in love with you. Shall I stay would it be a sin? But I can't help falling in love with you. Take my hand, take my whole life too, but I can't help falling in love with you. I can't help falling in love with you.
Cherry turned her head, her nose tapped against mine. “What song is that?”
I kissed the tip of her nose. “I can’t help falling in love with you, by the one and only Elvis.”
She flipped totally on her side and her lips curved into a slow, heart stopping smile. “Do the song a favor, hell, do me a favor never ever sing it again.”
“You don’t like my singing?”
“It sounds like someone was trying to kill a carney.”
“Come here, you really need a nap.”
She laid her face against my chest and went perfectly still, “Did you open the gifts I sent you?”
“No, there in my closet.”
I stroked my pointer finger down her forehead and between her eyebrows. When I came upon the small depression on the level of her brows, right above the nose, I applied gentle pressure for a minute. In part of my proper Dom training, I took a class in acupressure. That little motion was sure to put her fast to sleep in a matter of minutes.
Again, I was never wrong. Within minutes, she had her face snuggled on my chest, sleeping. I smiled at the thought of her falling asleep so peacefully in my arms. The possessive beast within me howled.
I carefully pulled the cover up over her, and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“I don’t know how this is going to play out but please fight for me a little,” I pleaded.
She didn’t move. Her breathing stayed slow and even. But I said a soft prayer that she heard me in her sleep.
I wanted to lay there and experience every eye twitch, nose winkle, and jerk of her body, but I had another goal in mine. I slid out from under her and headed to her closet when she first arched her neck and threw back her head. The moans escaping her lips shivered down my spine.
“Please, Master. Spank me,” slipped from her lips and made mine curl into a smile.
I was more than willing to make her dreams come true.
Cherry Webb
I rolled to the far side of the bed, stretching out my arms thinking I would find Drake. The bed was empty. I started to set up and was restrained by a strong hand. I squirmed as the hand vice gripped my arms to the bed.
“You’re not going anywhere until you tell me what you were dreaming? And reassure me that I was the Master in them.”
I found myself gazing into the consuming eyes of Drake. Oh, Shit. I had always talked in my sleep. But that dream. Now. With him in the room. He smirked which did nothing to ease the burn fuming in my stomach. He jerked my arms, bringing them taut against the bed.
“Talk, Mrs. Webb. I don’t have all day.”
His eyes darken like a raging stor
m cloud. I smiled coyly. For once, in whatever we had going on, I felt like I had the upper hand.
“Master,” I said and licked my lips. “Have you ever caned a woman?”
“Why do you ask, Mrs. Webb?”
“I watched a video the other day, and the man used a cane on the woman.”
Drake used his free hand and slowly stroked a finger down the side of my face, trailing it along my neck then over my breast where he pinched my nipples. I winced. “My girl has been watching porn without me?”
“Doing research.”
“Yes, I’m rather handy with a cane?”
“Will you use it on me?”
He released my nipples. “Is that what you want?”
I nodded my head. “Can I show you something?”
He freed my arms. I sat up and tossed the blanket off my legs, and worked my pants up to point out a small gray scar on my leg. “See that?”
He laid down behind me and propped his head up with his fist.
“I had always been on the heavy side.”
“Cherry, I don’t like where this is going. As far as weight, some men do prefer that their women are stick figures. But you would be surprised to learn most men prefer their women soft and round. The way God intended them to be.”
I peeked over my shoulder. “Thank you, but I wasn't fishing for a compliment. Just follow along.”
He waved his hand in two circular motions. “Carry on.”
“In third grade, I was bullied daily. One day, I placed my feet on the back of Tonya Cooke’s desk. I don’t know why it would even bother her but I guess it did because she started stabbing my legs with her pencil. Over and over again, she would grind her pencil in my legs. But I stood my ground. I never bulged because the more she worked the pencil in my legs the more all of the taunting and teasing faded away. It was easier to deal with the physical pain than the mental pain. That is a scar left from that day, and every time I look at it, I know I can handle anything.”
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