by Pamela Ann
“Dad’s a stallion. He’s going to be just fine. That old horse ain’t going anywhere any time soon, I promise you.”
He sounded too positive. It almost made me think his dad was the opposite of what he was saying, that by telling himself his father was going to be okay it would somehow make it real. I supposed there was nothing wrong with optimism, but after the reality of my father dying, sometimes being in denial wasn’t all that beneficial. I had been truly heartbroken when my father had passed. I could only hope Hugh would not follow my father’s fate, being taken away from us all too soon.
I considered Hugh a second father who had always been in my life. He and Patricia had always been there for me, and I couldn’t have been happier that I was officially part of their family. I wasn’t sure who was more pleased that Drake and I had finally gotten together, me or Drake’s parents. Those two had continuously tried to get us together since we were younger. It had been cute, though I had thought it an embarrassment because anyone with eyes could easily guess how madly in love I was with him. I’m still not aware how I eventually let him go even after all the years of loving him, but I did. It was fortunate we had found each other again, thanks to Patricia’s plotting and matchmaking skills.
“Steaks are done!” Drake announced as he headed towards the table, setting the blue ceramic serving plate with the flawlessly peppered meaty goodness on it. The smell immediately made my stomach growl in a hungry protest. “I’m going get the pasta, but for the meantime, why don’t you take your seat and just enjoy the ambiance, dear wife?” Adding to the effect, he pulled a chair out for me, slightly bowing as I giggled and rolled my eyes at him.
“Had I known you’d be this great of a husband, I’d have bagged you years ago.” I was joking of course, since we both knew he had avoided me like the plague after he had taken my virginity.
A husky laugh came out of him, “I was a jerk, and I doubt I would have treated you the way you should be treated. I didn’t appreciate you like I should’ve, and I’m always going to be saddened by that,” he said while waiting for me to put my ass on the seat before walking away, looking a little dejected.
I hadn’t meant my comment to be taken so seriously. It was supposed to be a jest. I supposed, after today’s insane events with Shannon, the past was coming back to remind us what we had been like to each other then.
The second he came back with two filled pasta bowls, I decided to steer our conversations to a much lighter subject with no mentions of Shannon and all she entailed. He spoke about his new project that had Bass Cole and Emma Anderson on board, making me all sorts of excited for him since I loved those two on and off the screen. Their chemistry was so intense I would get goose bumps when Bass Cole turned that smoldering look of his on. Phew. Besides, after meeting them in Greece, Emma and I had become friendly. She and I would text each other randomly, wondering how the other was doing.
After their marriage and with Emma moving into Bass’s new home, she was now conveniently living about five minutes away from me. With my busy days, it was hard to recall memos I had told myself to remember. Even groceries, which was part of my weekly errands, were all but forgotten. Thank goodness Drake had stepped in, offering help when he didn’t have any work commitments. Without him, we would be living off olives and cheese.
“That was delicious. Thank you! Hopefully, one day you can come home to a cooked meal from me.” It was wishful thinking since I had been too exhausted to do much else after getting back from work. I could very well say hallelujah for Drake not having any events or galas to attend to because, at this rate, I would decline.
“No worries. We have a lifetime together. Maybe, when we’re in our sixties, you can cook for me then.” He was in that ‘our future’ mode once again.
Leaving our dishes on the table, we both took our wine glasses as we strolled towards the hammock. Once we set aside our drinks on the rattan table next to it, Drake situated himself first to give me a good nook area with his outstretched arm.
“This is definitely relaxing.” Hearing the soft waves and the bright stars, I took a moment to appreciate my life.
“Hmmm.” Drake smelled the base of my neck as if it was the greatest scent he had ever experienced. “I love the smell of sugar and flour on you.”
What?
“I do not smell like flour, do I?” I gave him a horrified look, hoping he was fucking joking. Sugar smell? Maybe sexy. But flour? Fuck to the no. “Please tell me you’re joking, Drake!”
He was grinning like an idiot. “I’m joking.” When my glare remained, he made a gesture of crossing his heart following with the Boy Scout swear. “But, if you still don’t believe me, let me sniff you,” he daringly suggested.
Before I could protest, he was already sliding his naked torso down my body, positioning himself between my legs. I was in total shock and awe. I couldn’t fathom the words to say when he buried his nose between my legs, rubbing the tip against my jean-covered lower half.
“You certainly smell sweet,” he said, gazing at me wickedly before he bit down lightly on the top part of my pussy, making me shriek faintly in surprise. “Finish your wine,” he directed with a serious look, “while I get busy relieving you of some tension. I just finished my main course. It’s time for dessert.”
Nodding meekly, I heard myself say, “Okay.”
An animalistic smile spread across his face. Not wasting precious time, he immediately took care of removing my pants, dropping them on the ground with a thud. Same went with my underwear, as did the rest of my clothes. He kept kissing my body as he progressed.
I was too aroused seeing him so stimulated. I didn’t have the heart to protest. Seeing him this way, there was no chance in hell of me finishing my drink. I was tipsy as it was, and with my exhaustion, my sensitivity had been intensified. As a result, when he stuck out his tongue to part the lips of my pussy, I almost came right then and there.
“Could we slow down with the tongue lashings, please? I might pass out from too much of it.” His tongue flicked my clit continuously while his middle finger pushed inside, his thumb circling my anal passage. His eyes glittered like diamonds as I gave him a decided look, one that said it was never going to happen.
“Shit, Drake!” I was almost screaming just as he came up for air, immediately seeking my mouth, kissing me with my essence on his lips. “Baby,” I moaned when his chest brushed against my sensitized nipples.
While kissing, I took care of unfastening his pants. He pulled them down towards his knees, letting his beautiful cock spring free before squashing it in between our bodies, sitting against my abdomen. It radiated delicious heat, and the very thought of him fucking me senseless made me even more wet.
“I wanna fill your cunt with my nut,” he grunted out before taking a hold of his dick and starting to tease my pussy with it. “I want to see you grow with my baby again. Grip my cock, babe.”
Taking it, he urged me to grip it harder before he started fucking my palm. The amazing heat of his shaft radiated into while he got harder by the second. I had never felt so fucking abandoned and wild.
“Your cunt’s being deprived of its price. Are you desperate for it to fuck you raw, Lil? Is that what you want?” He was almost hissing the words out, looking like he was about to lose control. On me.
Was it so awful that, yes, I was beyond desperate for his dick?
“God, Drake!” I was past frustrated. “Could you just stop talking and fuck me already?”
He gave me an amused look before biting down on his lip and guiding his cock to my past-ready wet channel.
“Is this what you need, Lil?” he hissed before pulling out and thrusting into me again, hard. It made my body quiver, lavishing on the feel of his thick, fat cock taking its pleasure from me.
“Yes!” I moaned, closing my eyes as I slowly lifted my body to meet his punishing thrusts. “God, yes! You make me feel so damn good. Your cock makes me feel so fucking good.”
“Keep grinding
your pussy, baby,” he harshly demanded. I did as he asked, rolling my hips as he fucked me harder. “Fuck!” His pace picked up, ramming his dick harder as he escalated towards his completion. “Keep going. I’m almost there …”
I barely held it together, my body shaking so hard from coming around his cock while he sought for his own release. I was still going through the last waves of my orgasm when he bit down hard on the side of my boob, making me immediately tense while my pussy muscles clamped down hard on his dick.
My knee-jerk reaction to his bite made him scream loudly while coming inside me. “Fuck, Lil!” I felt the explosion from his cock deep inside me. “This pussy is mine. My good, fucking obedient pussy …”
That it was. Obedient, it most certainly was.
Chapter 5
Lily
“What are you two love birds up to this weekend? Wanna double date with me and Nick?” Masie lightly suggested as we started cleaning up the kitchen. She took care of setting the essential tools and perishable items aside, while I took care of washing the dishes. We took turns with this, and that evening, it was my turn to wash.
It had been a week since my amazing dinner with Drake. He and I hadn’t really had the chance to do anything since, because his father, the company, and other business engagements had taken over any extra time he had. Sadly, it also absorbed the quality time he had for me.
“Maybe next time?” Biting down on my upper lip, I gave Masie an apologetic look. This was her tenth time inviting us. Surprisingly, she hadn’t given up. “Drake’s been really burning both ends. He won’t be home until late tonight, because he has some negotiating to do.”
The thing was, I would love to hang out with my friends; however, Drake’s intense schedule usually left him running on fumes. Then, the times that he didn’t have a business engagement, I knew he would rather spend at home to unwind and just be himself.
“Well, if you’re all by yourself, why don’t you come on over and join us for dinner, then?” Masie pressed on, seeming unabashed that I was making excuses again.
“I promise, I’ll go next time.” When I wasn’t feeling like a zombie. “I’ve just been really exhausted, and when I sleep, I don’t even dream. I sleep like a dead person.” Normally, I dreamed most nights. I supposed exhaustion affected all aspects of the body. “I don’t even know how you do it, Mase. I can barely drive back to my house, let alone go to a movie theater.”
“Lots and lots of caffeine, baby. That’s the only way to do it.” She winked at me. Before leaving the subject alone, she made me promise that, if I ever felt bat-shit crazy, AKA Shannon, was somewhere lurking around the house, I would immediately call her. Or, if I ever felt like I was lonely and needed someone to talk to, she was always ready to rescue me.
“Yeah, I think you’re too wired sometimes,” I remarked as she sent another wink my way.
After work, Masie and I went our separate ways since she had parked a little farther down, while I had parked closer to the store. With it being only me tonight, I decided to order some sushi to-go and maybe get caught up on some movies on Netflix or the shows I had missed out on for almost two seasons.
Getting home at thirty past seven with my sushi in hand, I went to the kitchen to immediately let Skull out of his cage. Skull, Drake’s dog prior to when we got together, was more loyal to me than he was with Drake these days.
Too excited to see me, he instantly pawed on my legs, licking and jumping to get his daily dose of tlc.
“All right, all right, little one,” I said just as I bent over to pick him up, cradling him like a baby before scratching the back of his ear. He instantaneously closed his eyes amid the heavenly gesture. “I’ve missed you, too, Skully.” The word baby always went hand in hand, so his name plus baby somehow transpired into this new nickname I had for him, Skully.
Still petting him, I strode to the patio doors to let him out in the garden. He was such a well-trained dog that it was hard not to fall in love with him. Once he was done, Skully and I situated ourselves in the living room, ready to eat my dinner while we browsed through the shows and movies.
After sifting through the selections, I decided to watch Bluefish, a documentary about killer whales and how SeaWorld was exploiting the animals in such a cruel way. It was sad how the infamous Shamu had been separated from his family and how that seemed to stem his unusual rage towards his caretakers. The documentary tugged at my heart so much that I barely finished half of the Japanese take-out I ordered, which was unheard of since I would never not finish spicy tuna, crunch rolls, and tataki salmon. Alas, Shamu and his history killed my appetite. It wasn’t right for a corporation to profit from animal cruelty. It just wasn’t.
Sighing, I eventually managed to drag myself out of the living room and into the kitchen to dispose of my trash before heading upstairs to have a quick shower. Skull trailed behind me. He was so attached he went inside the bathroom simply to watch me shower.
After my quick, steamy shower, I strolled into the lounge area opposing the bedroom to read a few articles online from my tablet while Skully curled against me, softly snoring. I wasn’t sure what prompted me, but after checking the time and not hearing a peep from Drake, I decided to text him to check on how he was coping with the business dinner. There were times he would randomly text me with jokes about how boring it was.
Grabbing my cell phone, I started texting him.
What time will you be home tonight?
My phone beeped a minute later with his response, making me grin immediately, already half expecting something hilarious.
Maybe no later than midnight? I’m still dining with Paul and Katie.
Oh, he had never mentioned it was Katie and her father he was joining tonight. Katie Thompson, drop dead gorgeous extraordinaire. I knew I shouldn’t feel the mighty sting of jealousy, yet I was. Whenever beautiful women were concerned, the green-eyed monster never failed to come out. I was plain Jane with somewhat passable facial features and mousy brown hair and eyes. I was not striking enough to make men do a double take. Shannon hadn’t been far off when she said I wasn’t Drake’s type. We all knew that. Still, it gave that bitch more ammunition to harp on my disadvantages. It was disconcerting that she always used it to get under my skin. Though I would act as if it didn’t, mentally, it affected me greatly. Was it my fault that Drake’s past women were just exquisitely beautiful creatures?
“Fuck,” I murmured, knowing very well that Shannon’s execution of torture had worked if I was thinking this way hours after her obnoxious visit.
Taking a moment to clear my head from all the negativity that was flowing through me, I then texted my response.
All right. Drive safe. Love you.
Drake’s reply was almost instant.
I love you.
He loved me, so my silly butt had nothing to worry about. Seriously.
Chapter 6
Drake
The dinner with the Thompson’s took longer than expected. Regardless, it was a relief that the deal was safely done. Once we found the perfect director and started casting, we had a green light.
Excusing myself to use the men’s room, I was still reeling from the high of securing the deal when I missed the person trying to get my attention.
“Hey, you,” the voice purred before a hand with long claws gripped my arm, stopping me in my tracks. “Long time, no see. Or, shall I say, long time, no fuck?” Maritza smirked before roving her greedy eyes over me while seductively biting her lower lip. “Oohh. You are always a delicious one, aren’t you, Tatum? What the hell happened to you, Drake?”
An ex-lover from a couple of years back who travelled to and from LA and New York. Since I had been always busy flying the same route, she and I had casually hooked up sporadically. However, all of those wild shenanigans had stopped once I had become set on winning Lily.
“I’ve been around.” Smiling awkwardly, I slowly unwrapped her claw-like grip from my arm. “I’m a married man now, so things have de
finitely changed on that score. There’ll be no more fucking going on other than with my wife.” Hopefully, the emphasis of my point would be taken seriously.
“Why not?” She pouted. “I usually don’t go for married men, but I’ll make an exception for you. You were a great fuck.”
Right. That line was so overrated, most especially here in Hollywood where cheating spouses ran rampant. I wouldn’t dare join that club. Those days were long gone. I was a changed man. No matter how much convincing I endured, I would not sway from my decision. This city was surrounded by women I’d had “something” with, and it was a given that I would run in to them because of the nature of our business. I only hoped Lily wouldn’t be bothered by it, because I knew these wanton offers would keep coming. They always did. Even if it was a known fact that I was now officially off the market, it wouldn’t faze the determined ones who didn’t give a flying crap about anything other than themselves. The city of angels… angels who were so vain that morals didn’t even get past their Botox-injected faces. The likes of Maritza Hart were a common bore. Sad, but so fucking true.
“Sorry, babe, but you’re shit out of luck with me.” I made a careless shrug, hoping she would leave me be. “You should try the men over at the bar.” My head cocked towards the bar’s direction before giving her my million dollar smile. “They look like they’d be down for a one night stand.” Slightly patting her shoulder, I made a nonchalant face. “Don’t forget to use a condom. Better safe than sorry.”
“You’re such a fucking asshole. If you weren’t so fucking hot to look at, I wouldn’t fucking waste my time on you. Fucker!” she hissed at me, clearly insulted that I was rejecting her offer, or maybe it was the fact that I was pointing out that she was a loose screw. Either way, she was royally pissed off.