by Unknown
I nodded. I hadn’t been able to say no to him yet, and mean it.
"Good." He slapped my ass, and I jumped.
He brushed his thumb over my slit, and between the crevice of my ass. "All of this is mine. You understand that, right? The moment you let me kiss you, you knew you belonged to me."
"Yes." I hissed, each word he said building my need to have him inside me. "Fuck me, Drake."
Letting me go, he made quick work of his pants before pressing his cock against my slit. I pushed back, trying to take him inside of me, but he pressed down on my hips holding me still. "Easy, darlin’. I’ll give you what you want."
He took his hands from my skin, and when he pressed his erection against my ass he had a condom on. A shiver ran down my spine as he caressed my ass with one hand, angled himself with the other, and eased into me. I gritted my teeth as he held me in place and pushed all the way in. I lifted up on my toes, feeling him in my pussy. I didn’t know how it happened so quickly, but he was right, he owned my body. I wouldn’t ever get over what he made me feel. Delicious friction added to my need as he drew back and slammed deeper into me. Running his palms up my back, he clasped my nape as he thrust into me, and I moaned with each delicious slide of his cock.
"You take my control, woman. You steal it from me, until all I can think about is how tight and hot your pussy is around my cock, and how I’m going to fuck you until you scream my name."
He grabbed my wrist, moved my fingers between my legs and pressed them to my clit. "Do you feel how wet you are?"
I whimpered as I stroked them over my clit, feeling the heat between my legs and him sliding into me.
"I want you to rub your clit until you cum, while I’m slamming into you. I want you to feel your cum on your fingers, and know how soaked your pussy is while I fuck you. Feel what I feel. Feel how your sweet body responds to me."
He let go of my hand, and I continued to stroke my clit, feeling the tension building inside me and bringing me closer to bursting. Tracing the line of my ass, he pressed against the tight ring, making me cry out. He kept his finger there and his other hand gripping my ass as he began to slam into me, the bed creaking with each thrust. I was so close now, so close, and then he dipped his fingertip into my ass and the world went dark. My pussy clenched his cock as he continued to pump into me until I screamed his name. He clung to me as I collapsed on the bed, following me down and rolling us onto our sides. I’d never thought I would want to be touched the way he’d touched me. The shuddering orgasm that ripped through me had stolen my breath, leaving me panting and still trying to calm the rapid beating of my heart.
"Did you?" I asked my voice shaky.
He pulled me tight against his chest. "How could you even ask? Don’t you know how fucking sexy you are? You have me on the edge from the minute I see you."
"Oh." I closed my eyes.
He pulled my leg over his hip and brushed his knuckle over my cheek, pushing my sweat-drenched hair from my face. "Birdie, I think we should try that date again."
"Mmmm." I nodded, half asleep.
"I want more than your body. I want that part of you that you hide so well."
I heard his words as I went under, sleep stealing my ability to speak.
Chapter Eleven
Drake
Her breath slowed, becoming deeper as she relaxed in my arms. She didn’t answer me, but the slight nod of her head told me she’d heard me. Resting my chin in her hair, I breathed her in. The smell of sex and the shampoo she used filled my senses.
I held my breath as I struggled to find the memory of how Hailey had smelled when I’d breathed her in. She baked a lot in those last few months, but I couldn’t remember what. Leaning on one elbow, I rubbed the back of my neck. No matter how hard I tried, the details of her were fading away. The smells and sounds that brought her into vivid detail getting harder to hold onto. Would I one day forget her face too? I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling. My arm trapped under Birdie was the only thing keeping me from bolting. She’d baked cookies; mostly chocolate chip, and occasionally with a little peanut butter mixed in. My lungs worked again, the tight ball that had taken up space in my chest diminishing.
I rolled my head to one side and stared at the back of Birdie’s head. Was she worth all of my memories? A lump formed in my throat at the idea of walking away from her. Somehow I didn’t think I could even if I wanted to. Rolling back onto my side, I tucked her firmly against me. Maybe I was greedy. I’d already had the love of my life, but I wanted this girl, and the new memories she created. I gathered up her hair and pressed my lips against it. I wanted to remember her just fucked smell; the heady scent of her desire mingled with our sweat and my own release. Locking away the scent of her surrender, I closed my eyes.
I wanted to make tonight special after our disastrous first date. I’d take her to that tiny Italian bistro I loved down in Carlton.
Birdie
I woke to a mess of tangled sheets and our intertwined bodies. His cock nudged at my thigh as he dozed. With his eyes closed, he shouldn’t have had the ability to pull me in, but he did. His jaw was marked with stubble, and a fine scar ran along the length of it. I ran my finger along it. How had I not noticed it before? There was a bump on the bridge of his nose, which ran slightly more to the right, but only made him sexier. Had he broken his nose boxing? Thick eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks, which were marked by the deep purple of a man who worked too hard and didn’t sleep enough. He had given me so much. Things I hadn’t realized I’d wanted and would never have experienced if he hadn’t pushed me.
I took his erection in my palm and slowly stroked the length of it. Having him fuck me, lick me, pleasure me was amazing, and I was grateful he’d been willing to make it all about me, but I’d been dying to taste him since I’d wrapped my hand around him the first time. I slid down the bed and kneeled beside him as I worked his erection to its full hardness. His eyes opened and he stretched, a smile playing around the corners of his mouth.
Dropping my head, I worked my lips around his cock as I ran my tongue along the ridge of his head. Salty and hot in my mouth, his hips rising as I sucked on him aroused me. He touched my thigh, his fingers moving up to brush over my clit, and I moaned around his cock and took him deeper until he hit the back of my throat. I slid up and down, and he thrust his hips, pushing deeper. Fucking my mouth the way he’d fucked my pussy. A fistful of my hair in his hand he held me still. "Stop or I’m going to cum."
That was exactly what I wanted, so I moved faster and sucked harder. His fingers grew tighter in my hair until his cock jerked, and his seed coated my throat. Letting go of him, I swallowed, wiping my hand over my lips.
"Are you ever not this fucking sexy?" He grabbed me and pulled me on top of him, assaulting my mouth and tasting himself on my tongue. "Get dressed. I’m taking you out."
***
I slipped out of the shower and snuck into Mellie’s room. After our terrible first date I wanted this to be a great one, but I didn’t know where he was taking me. Now, where was that pink number? Pushing dresses aside, I looked for the dress I hadn’t had the guts to wear last time.
"What are you doing?"
Mellie stood in the doorway, her arms crossed, a grin plastered on her face.
"I can’t find the pink dress."
She stalked toward me. "Is this for Dr. Hottie, who’s currently filling our living room with all kinds of hotness?"
"Um, yes. Now, help me find it."
She pulled the dress from right in front of me. "Here you go. Are you sure you want to look like a Barbie?"
Snatching it from her, I stepped into it and wriggled it up over my hips before turning around so she could zip it for me.
"Well." Hands on hips, she stood back and assessed the dress. "I doubt you’d make it out the front door, if you hadn’t already been screwing like rabbits all afternoon."
I slapped my palm over my mouth. "You heard that?"
"It wa
s quite the musical." She winked.
"Shit. I am so sorry."
Chuckling, she pulled me into the bathroom. "Don’t worry about it. It’s about time you let someone in."
"He gets me, Mellie. I don’t understand it, I really don’t, but Drake seems to know me better than I know myself. How is that possible?"
"Sometimes…" she pulled a hairbrush from the drawer as she stared at me in the mirror, "... it’s more than lust, or love, that attracts you to a person. Sometimes, it's something deeper than that. I wouldn’t say it’s soul mates. I’m not sure I believe in that, but maybe something like that, if you let it."
She ran the brush in long strokes through my hair, while she blow-dried it. Was that how it was for Orion and Clo? That addiction for another person? "Was it like that with you and Mike?"
She froze, her gaze locked on me.
"Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked."
She put down the brush and hair dryer, and rested her hip against the counter. Flicking her strawberry blonde hair behind her shoulder, she took her time to reply. "Yes, I guess, but we fucked it up. Don’t be us."
She walked out of the bathroom, calling over her shoulder. "You can finish up in there, I’m going to entertain the good doctor, and see if I can’t get a little side action." Turning back with a wink, she stuck out her tongue and left me to finish getting ready.
Chapter Twelve
Drake
Birdie’s housemate took a seat on the over-sized armchair. She tucked her coppery blonde locks behind her ear and rested her elbows on her knees. "Well aren’t you a sexy son of a gun."
I stared at her for a second before sticking out my hand. "Drake. Are you always so forthcoming?"
"Mellie," she said, shaking it with a firm grip. "And yes, I am."
"Nice to meet you." I took my hand back as she ran her gaze over my body.
"So, you’re a doctor?"
"That’s right." I glanced at the door where Birdie would appear.
"She’s not ready yet." Mellie offered a wolfish grin. "So, you’re stuck with me."
"Right then." I took a seat on the couch and rested my elbows on my knees. "What do you want to know?"
She laughed. "I learned a lot about you from the noise that was coming out of Birdie’s room this afternoon."
Shifting in my seat, I darted a glance at the door.
She waved a hand and relaxed back into her chair. "I’m playing with you."
"Do you do that a lot? Play with people?" I glanced at my watch.
"Oh, occasionally I threaten them."
"You too, huh?"
"She’s like my little sister."
"I get that." I stood up and walked over to the window. "Do I look like I want to hurt her?"
She shook her head. "No, but you look like you will."
Turning toward her, I leaned back against the window. My stomach dipped at her ominous words. "Why is that?"
"Because, despite how she talks, and the way she acts, she’s fragile. For her to be sleeping with you, well, let’s say I never thought I’d see the day." She picked up her checkbook from the coffee table and flipped it open. "So how much will it take for you to walk away?"
I scowled and crossed my arms. "I’m not going anywhere."
Tossing the checkbook down on the coffee table, she moved toward me with the grace of a panther. She stopped mere inches from me, and despite her height, I leaned away from her.
"I hope so," she purred, "because it would be a shame to have to break your legs."
The steeliness in her gaze as it slid over me highlighted that this was no empty threat. Hands up, I took a full step back. "I have no intention of hurting her."
She went back to her seat and the constriction in my chest eased. I’d never been intimidated by a girl, but this one, it was possible she was crazy. Orion and Tom had nothing on her when it came to threatening my life.
Darting a glance at the door when Birdie walked in, I froze. I couldn’t rip my gaze away from her. The skimpy pink dress wound around her body like a bandage, leaving nothing to the imagination. Moving forward involuntarily, my gaze raked over her body to the hem that barely covered her ass.
"Are you ready to go?"
"Yeah." I cleared my throat and hoped Mellie wasn’t watching me with her hawk eyes. She’d be able to see how aroused Birdie was making me, dressed so scantily. Birdie turned around, and I considered dragging her back into her room and finishing what she was starting. Placing my palm on the small of her back, I whispered in her ear, "you should go put some clothes on."
"Why?"
"Because, darlin’." I turned her into me as we stepped outside and ran my hand over her ass and under the impossibly high hem. "This dress doesn’t have to be removed for me to sink into you, and fuck, you’re making it hard for me not to."
She giggled and lifted up on tiptoes to nibble on my lower lip. "Dessert’s on me."
I lifted her up in my arms to possess her mouth, leaving her with no doubt I would take her up on her offer before the night was over. Putting her down, I claimed the small of her back and led her onto the lawn.
Birdie
I didn’t know if he realized how that gesture got to me, making me feel protected. When Mellie had walked out of the bathroom, I'd had a moment of doubt.
I couldn’t control the future, but I could control what happened now, so I didn’t have to deal with the hurt when he got tired of me. I had no illusions about that. A man like him could have anyone he wanted, and for now, he wanted me. Maybe I was a challenge, but the more I was around him the more I connected to him. How long would it take before he owned me completely and the attraction wore off for him?
"You kids have fun," Mellie yelled from the doorway, and I turned to wave at her as he led me to his bike.
I hadn’t thought of the logistics of wearing a dress on the back of a bike, mainly because I had never considered getting on his bike. "Maybe we should take my car?"
He chuckled. "Are you scared?"
"This could be up there on the list of stupidest things I’ve ever done."
"I doubt it," he said. "I got you something."
I took the leather jacket he offered me and stared at it.
"Put it on."
I shrugged into it and wondered if I should have gone with leather pants too.
He did up the zip and pushed a helmet down on my head. "I promise I’ll get you home in one piece."
"Should I go and change?"
He lowered his face to mine. "I want access to every part of you whenever I want it. Is that answer enough for you?"
I nodded, wondering if perhaps I should change my panties at least, since every word out of his mouth fired my arousal.
He did up the chinstrap and straddled the bike. "Come on. The bike won’t bite."
Tugging at the tight dress to keep my thighs covered, I climbed on behind him and gripped his sides. He grasped my hands and pulled them around him so I was leaning into his back. My fingers knotted together, I held tight to him.
Okay, maybe being on the back of his bike wasn’t so bad. He started it up and revved the engine before peeling out of the driveway, and I squealed as we sped down the road. I could feel him laughing, his shoulders shaking as I clung to him. If I didn't value my life so much, I would have smacked him.
When he slowed down, I relaxed. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad. By the time he pulled the bike up in front of a row of houses, I was enjoying myself.
"You can let go now, darlin’."
I let him go and slipped off the bike, undoing the strap on the helmet so I could take it off. He swung his leg over the seat and sat his helmet down, before taking mine.
"Where are we?" I ran my hands through my hair, hoping to regain some semblance of the look I’d achieved before we left the house.
"Carlton." He led me along the pavement to a house that looked the same as the rest of the double story bluestones, with their wide stone balconies and flower filled trellises. Inside, dar
k wood stairs offset the dove grey walls and led to the upper level as well as a lower level that hadn’t been noticeable from the street. I followed Drake as he descended to the lower level, the wood of the balustrade smooth underneath my fingers.
He glanced at me over his shoulder. "Not a lot of people know about this place, but they have amazing food."
I cocked my head as the smell of fine Italian food punctuated the air and inhaled deeply, my stomach rumbling. The scent of olives, garlic, and pancetta, made my mouth water. We wound our way between white linen covered tables that dotted the hardwood floors to the far corner, away from the other diners. White pillar candles in hurricane vases sat on each table and accentuated the dim lighting. He pulled out my chair for me to sit. His gentlemanly manner was so different from his bedside manner, and yet as always, he was considerate. Taking the seat opposite, he leveled his gaze on me, and I ran my fingers over the soft black leather menu. I picked it up, but he didn’t touch his, which made me wonder how often he came here.
The waitress made her way toward us, stopping at tables along the way to talk to the other diners. As she approached our table, her friendly smile widened, displaying dimples on either side. She pulled a notepad and pencil from the pocket of her black apron, invisible on top of her uniform of black. Drake sat straighter, the corners of his mouth tugged up. My gaze flicked back to her, fascinated in his interest in her. Two buttons of her shirt were undone, revealing a hint of cleavage that had me puffing out my own chest. I couldn’t compare, my tits less than impressive.