by Harper Sloan
“No more secrets,” he growled.
“None. I promise. I’ve learned my lesson, too. I don’t ever want to go through something like this again,” I promised.
Drake kissed my temple softly at my words. “Neither do I. I missed you so damn much,” he rasped out.
His sexy tone sent tingles up my spine. Sitting here, whispering in bed, made me feel so connected to him. It was just so intimate. His kisses moved across my cheek before he nipped at my lips. He pulled my bottom lip down with his teeth, and I gasped in response. His tongue swept inside, devouring me. Drake held me in place for our kiss, his hands clenched tightly in my hair. Once we were both gasping for air, one of his hands cupped my ass. He pulled me over on top of him, my sex resting right over his cock. Pressed together like that, I couldn’t stop myself from grinding my pelvis against his.
“Please, Drake. I need you now. It’s been too long,” I begged.
“Fuck,” he groaned as he clawed at the front of his jeans to open them. He pushed them down to his knees, and his erect cock sprang free. In a flash, I felt him rip my yoga pants down my legs before he pulled my panties to the side. I was dripping wet, and it made it easy for him to slide up inside of me as he pulled me down onto him. I gripped his chest and pushed down until he was buried deep. Holding still, I savored the feel of him.
“Baby, I need you to move,” he moaned.
I rode him, moving slowly at first. I rotated my hips in full circles, rubbing my clit against his pelvic bone at the end of each one. After about a dozen strokes, he gripped my hips in his hands and pushed up. Sinking even farther inside, he angled his cock and found a spot that drove me wild with need. He hammered into me, hitting the same spot over and over again, pushing me to the edge. One hand slipped from my hip, and his thumb found my clit and rubbed. The added touch was too much, and I came.
My body trembled as he continued to pound into me. When my climax was done, he flipped me onto my stomach and pulled me up onto my hands and knees. I felt his hot breath on my ass before he started to eat me from behind. He slid his stiffened tongue into my pussy and fucked me with it for a few strokes. I moaned in response, and his hands gripped my hips harder. He pulled his tongue out and licked back and forth, slashing it around my engorged clit. Once I was dripping with need again, he got to his knees behind me and thrust inside.
“Drake!” I screamed as I clawed at the sheets.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight,” he groaned. He slid in and out of me with slow strokes that teased. His hands held my hips in place so I couldn’t push back onto him.
“Please, Drake,” I begged. I was so close to the edge again, but I needed more from him in this position.
“Please what, Alexa?” he taunted me as he continued his relentless pace.
“Give me more. Please, I need it. I need to come so badly,” I moaned as I tried desperately to thrust my hips to force him deeper inside.
“Oh, you’re gonna come again and again, baby. Help me get you there this time. Play with your clit,” he demanded.
I released the sheet that was gripped in my hand and reached down my body to tweak my clit. I slipped my fingers around his cock to gather some moisture to make it feel even better. He groaned at the contact and pounded into me hard. Tugging at my clit, I came around his cock, my legs quivering underneath me. He pushed me to my back and drove back inside with my legs wrapped around his hips. He thrust in and out, my pussy clamped on him as he tried to make up for lost time.
Sweat dripped from Drake’s face as he stared into my eyes. “I need to watch you fly apart for me again,” he groaned.
He pumped like a madman, and I dug my nails into his ass. His eyes darkened even further, his deep feelings for me shining from them. “I love you,” I whispered, not able to hold the words back any longer.
My words were his undoing. “Alexa, shit,” he groaned as he emptied inside of me. His orgasm triggered another for me, its waves rolling over my body. I closed my eyes as my body shuddered. “Baby, open your eyes and look at me.”
My lids opened languidly, sleepy from the lack of good sleep the last couple days and coming three times in a row. “Mmmmm,” I murmured as I smiled up at him.
“Love you too, baby,” he whispered as he leaned down to kiss me again. “So fucking much,” he continued as I drifted off to sleep. Drake curled around me and closed his eyes.
I woke up a couple hours later and stretched. I was safely tucked into Drake’s arms and rolled in them to face him. He looked at me with sleepy eyes. “Hey,” I whispered.
He kissed me lightly. “How did you sleep?” he asked.
“Great! I really needed that. No nightmares about never being with you again. Waking up in your arms,” I sighed.
“Only good dreams from now on, Alexa,” he said as he rolled on top of me. “I love you so much, baby. I should have told you sooner.”
I opened my legs and rolled my hips against him. “Me too. I was so stupid to not see it sooner.”
He slipped the tip of his hardness inside and held still above me. “Alexa, no. Don’t ever say that. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”
“Sorry,” I sighed, wiggling my hips to try to move him farther into my body.
He kissed me deeply and took a few slow strokes. “Now we don’t have to hold back anymore. I can love you the way I wanted to from the start.”
I tangled my fingers into his hair and kissed him back. “Thank you,” I whispered as I nuzzled his neck.
“For what, baby?”
“For saving me from the loneliness. For opening my eyes. For loving me.”
He touched his forehead to mine. “Let me love you, baby. I need to show you how you make me feel,” he moaned.
He propped himself on his elbows and looked deeply into my eyes. I wrapped my legs around his waist, keeping him close. “I love you, Drake.”
He continued to thrust slowly, in and out. He kept his eyes open, as though he didn’t want to miss a moment of us together. I gasped, my breath quickening, and tightened my arms around him. My muscles contracted around him, and I buried my head against his shoulder as I cried out in release. He took several more long strokes into me before he came, calling my name. I clung tightly to him, almost afraid to let go and find this was all a dream.
We eventually made it into the shower, washing each other slowly. We held each other under the pulsing water, kissing often. It was like a weight had been lifted now that our pent-up emotions were free and out in the open. As much as I regretted our fight and walking away, even for the short time it took to clear my head, our bond was now stronger than ever before.
Drake
I couldn’t stop staring at Alexa as she lay sleeping in bed next to me. Losing her, even for one weekend, had ripped my heart out of my chest. Before our fight, I thought I’d known how much she meant to me. Making her so angry and upset that she’d stormed away and refused to speak to me showed me that I’d had no fucking clue how important she was.
The moment I first saw her on campus, I should have chased after her and not wasted a single minute. I knew—I fucking knew right away that she would change my life. If I had just gone after her right away, then I wouldn’t have been such a dick when we finally met. I would have known that she looked at Jackson like a brother, even if his feelings for her went deeper than that. She had no fucking clue the way guys looked at her, how Jackson looked at her. She just went about her day, wrapped up in whatever thoughts were rolling around her head. Thank fuck that I was able to break in there and make her see me.
When my dad called me to ask about Alexa’s job and how she was paying for school, I’d been blown away by the rumor he had heard. I should have asked him for more details, but my mind had been filled with images of other guys touching my girl. I just couldn’t think straight. I lost my temper and almost messed up so badly that I couldn’t ever get her back. I didn’t know what I would have done if Jackson hadn’t made me see what an ass I was b
eing. Once I’d been thinking clearly again, I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell she would ever do something like that.
When I called my dad back and realized that Sasha had caused all of this, I’d wanted to wring her neck. Jackson had promised that he’d make sure she didn’t interfere in our relationship again. He told me to focus on what was important—making Alexa understand that I never would have believed a word if it hadn’t been my own father who had called me. I went crazy not knowing where she was, and Jackson pulled through for me by hunting his sister down and convincing her to talk Alexa into hearing me out. He proved to me that he wanted what was best for Alexa, and I owed him a debt that I could never repay.
I’d spent the last month trying to prove to her that she’d made the right decision in taking me back. I couldn’t say that I was very excited by the whole Mile High Club flight thing since people had sex right behind her while she flew the plane, but I had a couple custom t-shirts made for us as one of her Christmas presents to show my support. She got a kick out of them and wore hers to bed most nights. I understood why she hadn’t told me about the flights earlier, and after thinking the worst, it was a relief to learn that an inside joke about them was what Sasha had overheard and used to try to drive a wedge between us. I wasn’t going to let anything else come between us again.
I pulled open the drawer in the nightstand next to the bed. Reaching inside, I pulled out a small blue box. I peeked back at Alexa to make sure she was still sleeping soundly. I knew she wasn’t ready for this yet. My hands trembled as I popped the box open. My last trip back home, this damn ring fucking screamed to me from the jewelry store window. It was perfect for Alexa. The four carat diamond twinkled in the light from the lamp. I couldn’t wait to see it on her finger and know that she would be mine forever.
I knew my parents were going to freak the fuck out when we got engaged. My dad had dreams for me that didn’t include my getting married young. But he’d understand when I explained that she was as important to me as mom was to him. He worshipped the ground she walked on. No fucking way he wouldn’t stand behind me on this when I made him understand that. And if I had to resort to a guilt trip and remind him that he’d almost destroyed my relationship with his meddling, then so be it. I’d do what needed to be done to make sure that Alexa stayed by my side.
I heard the sheets rustle as she rolled over, and I put the ring back in the drawer. As I closed it, her hand reached out for me. I rolled back towards her and pulled her into my arms. Her eyes were still closed, with dark smudges underneath them. I wore her the fuck out last night. It was like I was trying to make up for lost time—I couldn’t get enough of her.
As she slept in my arms, she let out a small sigh and her lips tilted in a smile. She must be dreaming of me then. I kissed her cheek lightly so I didn’t wake her and closed my eyes to catch a quick nap before she woke up. Wouldn’t do for me to be tired later on. I had her all to myself for the day, and I intended to make the most of it. We were going to start the new year off the right way—together.
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Bonus Drake POV:
Before Alexa
Changing schools your junior year would normally suck ass, but the transfer to Blythe College was pretty seamless for me. I’d met the rugby guys over the summer, so I already knew people on campus who were chill. And they had a Sigma Chi chapter that was happy to have a fellow brother from another school, so I didn’t have to stay in the dorms. Add in a whole new school full of women I’d never dated and this seemed like a pretty great deal to me. It would be like shooting fish in a barrel from what I could tell.
Or at least that had been the plan until I saw Alexa. I was with my new frat brothers, scoping out chicks on campus, and the next thing I knew, I couldn’t see anything but her. I literally stopped mid-stride to stare. Dead in my tracks. I tore my eyes away when one of my buddies asked me what was wrong, and she was gone by the time my head swiveled back in her direction. Like I had imagined her or something.
I wasn’t even sure what it was about her that had drawn my attention so strongly. I’d never had something happen to me like that before, no matter how hot a chick was. We were surrounded by girls dressed in way less clothes than she was. Girls who were practically begging for attention from us. That’s why we were wandering around campus for fuck’s sake—so we could check out the fresh meat. Yet I suddenly found myself searching for the one with long brown hair who clearly didn’t give a damn based on the jeans, t-shirt, and flip-flops she had been wearing.
Over the next couple of weeks, I felt like I’d been cursed with horrible timing. I’d catch a glimpse of her here and there, but I never got the chance to talk to her. I wasn’t a shy guy—not by any stretch of the imagination. That wasn’t the problem. I just needed an opening so I could fucking go up to her. I swear to God, every single time I saw her again, there was some chick hanging on me, trying to get my attention. Not exactly the way I wanted to meet this girl.
From what I’d seen of her so far, I figured she’d shoot me down just as easily as she’d talk to me. I never really saw any guys around her, which was fucking insane considering how hot she was. It was a good thing I didn’t because I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I saw some guy all over her. I hadn’t even spoken a single word to her, but I already knew that shit would piss me off big time.
I knew it sounded fucking crazy. I didn’t understand what the hell was going on, but I had finally run out of patience. As I was getting ready for my first frat party at my new school, I still couldn’t stop thinking about her. It was pretty damn clear that I wasn’t going to be able to get her out of my head any time soon. So I decided that I was going to find her on Monday and talk to her—no matter what.
And then it happened again, only worse. I was stuck in an argument with Sasha, a girl I knew from back home who seemed to think that made me her property. She hadn’t been invited to the party, and I hadn’t thought to add her to the list, so she was pissed at me. Yeah, our moms were best friends, so I should have probably done it, but sue me if my mind was on other things. The next thing I knew, she was bitching me out at the back door, and the girl I’ve been searching everywhere for walks into the kitchen with Jackson Silver.
Jackson and I had hung out a bit since I’d gotten here. He was an interesting dude, hot tempered, and liked his kink fr
om what I’d heard around campus. Not exactly the type of guy I pictured my laid-back girl hanging out with. At least not from the way she looked around campus. She looked totally different tonight though. She was smoking hot in a purple dress that barely covered her ass, her face done up and her hair all curly down her back. And her legs. The second I scanned down, I could picture them wrapped around my hips as I drove deep inside her. With that dress, she turned me into a leg man.
My staring at her legs sure as shit pissed Sasha off, but Jackson helped me get her out the door. I couldn’t stop myself from looking at Alexa as we talked, but Jackson caught on and warned me away from her.
“Fuck no, man. No way in hell are you going there,” Jackson warned me while shaking his head.
I could feel my body tense up. I wanted to punch him in the face so damn much. I had been waiting weeks for my chance with this girl, and now he was going to fuck it up for me because he’d somehow managed to get there first. I felt the anger bubble up inside me at the thought of the two of them together.
Jackson reached out to grab my arm, but I backed away. I didn’t trust myself not to get into it with him while she was watching us.
I turned to glare at her as Jackson kept talking. His words didn’t even register with me through my red haze of anger and jealousy. I hadn’t even spoken to her yet and she already had me all twisted up inside. I continued to glare at her from across the kitchen, royally pissed that she didn’t feel this thing between us too. If she had, there was no way I’d be watching her ass as she and Jackson talked for a couple of minutes before heading up the stairs to his room. To his fucking room. In my frat house. How the fuck was I going to be able to stay here without doing something totally fucked up, like knocking his goddamn door down?
Fuck this shit. I headed out the door to clear my head and realized what weekend it was. My mom’s birthday. A perfect excuse to get the fuck out of town, I thought as I grabbed my phone to call my dad. I was sure he’d figure a way to get me the hell out of here and back home for the party tomorrow.