Secrets (The Secret Series Book 1)

by James, Jax

  “Larissa, I’ve never had a woman be so forward, but I think I liked it. It’s always the man that has to make the first move. It’s very refreshing and strange at the same time to be on the other end of things. I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, but you are going against the basic rule of dating. In all the times that we have talked on line, I never imagined that you would be so open minded. I suppose for a moment I had already decided on who you were. My assumptions were wrong on so many levels and I have to apologize for my shortsightedness.” He was standing there so close to me that I could reach out and grab onto his belt, but we were in a public place and that wouldn’t be right.

  “I’ve never done anything like that before, but it fell right somehow. I can’t explain it, only to say that this entire evening has been one surprise after another.” He took my hand and entwined his fingers into mine, as we waited there until the police arrived to talk to us. It was not the same officer that I’d seen earlier this morning and for the most part he was a little bit more compassionate. He told me that there were a rash of break ins in the area and also told me that I was foolish to try to stop him.

  The adrenaline was still running through my body, but having Drake’s hand in mine was somewhat of a calming influence. He was a least a foot taller than me and I hadn’t realized that when we were sitting down at our table.

  Escorting me back to the restaurant, we enjoyed an after dinner drink and then began to make small talk about where we came from and what has made us the person that we were today. “Drake, I really didn’t have any expectations tonight, but this is certainly been a day to remember. I can’t believe all these things have happened to me in the span of 24 hours, although meeting you was probably the highlight of my day.”

  “I’m glad that you suggested this. I’m not sure how long it would’ve taken me to ask you out. You know about my wife and getting back out there and doing the dating thing again wasn’t something that I was looking forward to. I’ve always been a big believer that a woman should be treated as a princess and that the man should take care of his woman. I can see now that times have changed and that women don’t need a man to take care of them. It’s more about having somebody to spend time with and enjoy being with. I’m not sure if I can get used to that, but I would certainly like to give it a try.” We walked out of the restaurant hand in hand and I think for the first time in my life I was truly head over heels.

  He stopped at his motorcycle and straddled the huge machine, until he was revving the motor and then looking at me with those piercing blue eyes that looked right through me. “I’m not sure if I should.” He reached back and passed me a second helmet, which I found myself taking and putting on. Throwing caution to the wind, I got on the back of him and felt the purr of the engine underneath me. I couldn’t exactly take my own car, because it had already been taken away by a tow truck to my local mechanic shop.

  I wrapped my hands around his waist and felt the muscles of his well defined abdominal region. It was like tracing train tracks with my fingertips and then he gunned the engine and moved out onto the road. If I thought the adrenaline rush that I was feeling from confronting that man was something else, then feeling the engine underneath my crotch was only enhancing that feeling by tenfold.

  I fit to him like a glove and I could feel the momentum of the speed buffeting against me and loving every moment of it. I had never gone into motorcycles before, but now I was seriously rethinking that position and wondering if maybe I should get one of my own. With my educational background and seniority at the university, I was making some good money and had been squirreling it away for a rainy day.

  We arrived at his apartment building, where he had to enter a code to get into the building’s underground parking. He parked in a spot that was most likely designated for him. Once again, he got off the bike and stood there with his hand outstretched, giving me one last chance to back away. That was something that I wasn’t going to do. “I think I might have a nice bottle of chardonnay upstairs and I would like you to join me. I’ll understand if you think that this is going too fast, but there are times that you just have to have faith.” The combination of the adrenaline and the feel of that machine underneath my body was more than enough to excite every freaking nerve ending.

  Not saying anything at all, I followed him over to the elevator and stood there uneasy and bouncing back and forth on the balls of my feet. “I’m nervous.”

  “I’m nervous too, Larissa, but I think that’s perfectly natural. I don’t want you to think that I do this all the time and truly you are the first woman that I’ve ever brought back to my place since my wife died. I haven’t been with the woman since her death.” His confession was met with wide eyed surprise and I felt honored to be the one that he would be with for the first time.

  “I’m glad that you told me that and you would be surprised at how many men would hide their feelings. I think it has something to do with testosterone and the fact that a man thinks that he has to be strong and in control all the time. Being vulnerable doesn’t make you weak, Drake…it makes you human.” He was being very open and honest with me and I felt secure in the knowledge that he really meant what he was saying.

  “I know that, but there were times that I thought that I had closed my heart and then you came along. I don’t know how many times my friends tried to fix me up with one woman after the other, but with each one came a sinking feeling of disappointment. I’m not just looking for somebody that wants to settle down. I’m looking for somebody that’s going to complete me. I don’t wanna speak out of turn, but I think that you might be that person.” That was a bold thing to say on our first date and once again I found myself kissing him inside of the elevator.

  Public displays of affection are not usually something that I’m comfortable with, but with him it was almost second nature.

  Stumbling down the hallway, we managed to get into his apartment before he chased me down to the bedroom, tickling me from behind and making me giggle like a schoolgirl. He basically guided me with his hand on the small of my back, until I was looking at his bedroom with trepidation. I wasn’t sure why I was doing this, although the connection that I felt with him was beyond anything that a one night stand had given me in the past.

  “Drake, I’m not sure about this. Maybe we’re being a little too rash.”

  “Larissa, nothing has to happen. If all we do is sit here and talk all evening that is perfectly fine with me.” He certainly had a way with words and before long we were just lying there still in our clothes looking at the ceiling and only touching hands. It felt nice to connect on this level and not just jump into bed.

  “I don’t know why, but I feel very comfortable with you, Drake. You are nothing like the men that I have dated and been with in the past. How you are with me is what every man should strive for.” I turned and we were now so close that I could see now that he had flecks of gold in his blue irises. They drew me to him, until I was touching his face and then kissing him lightly. “I also don’t want you to think that I do this all the time. Believe me, one night stands aren’t what they are cracked up to be. They leave you feeling unfulfilled and empty inside.” We continued to kiss and it wasn’t long before I was straddling his waist and feeling his excitement pressing up against me.

  Reaching up, he opened up the first button, before leaning in and kissing that exposed flesh. With each button that came undone, he would do the same thing over and over again, moving steadily down into my cleavage, not at all rushing and really just taking his time. “I think that underneath this shy young woman is a wild beast waiting to get out. I want to unleash that animal, so that you can finally feel what it is to let yourself go in the moment.” He was still raining hot kisses on my neck, shoulders and down until he made contact with the waist of my skirt.

  My shirt was wide open and my frilly white bra was right there in front of him. He easily flicked the tab at the back, letting the garment fall off my shoulders and into his
hands. “I guess it’s like riding a bicycle.” He smiled at my comment and then moved his lips so that he was now touching the tips of my nipples with his tongue. It was a gentle motion that had me sigh with contentment, while at the same time holding his head to my chest. He moved from one to the other, circling each tiny bud, until they were as hard as stone and could probably cut through glass.

  The feel of his tongue and the light touches of his fingers on my body were igniting a blaze that could not be contained. There was only one way to put out the fire and he had the necessary equipment to get the job done.

  Using my fingers, I exposed his powerful chest and physique to my eager and hungry eyes, before finally moving to kiss his chest and pull out his belt with my hands. It came loose and I wrapped it around his neck, so that I could pull him into a kiss that had his cock straining to be released from the prison of his pants. I could feel it flexing against my lower extremities. Now I had an idea of what I was going to be working with.

  Slithering into position between his legs, I used just my mouth to pull down his zipper, making him lift his body, so that I could take off his pants. Tossing it onto the floor, I turned my attention to his red boxers, putting my hand on each side before pulling them down to release the serpent that had raised its head.

  My hand found itself grasping onto his cock, looking at it from all angles and memorizing every single 8 inches, so that I could replay this moment in my head over and over again. My tongue started at the bottom and worked itself tortuously slow up to the very top. Here I found the product of his arousal awaiting my tongue, until I was licking around in a circle and spreading his sticky excitement down over the shaft with my fingers.

  Engulfing the head, I felt him lurch off the bed, while my hands were touching the inside of his thighs. With each swipe of my tongue across the head, I watched as his hands bunched into the sheets with the pleasure that I was inflicting on him. “Larissa, I can’t believe that this is happening. I never imagined that this would be happening.” Moving my lips down each inch at a time, I was finally as deep as I could possibly go with his cock tickling my tonsils. My tongue came out and licked the underside of his family jewels, as he ran his hands through my hair and then pulled it in such a way that I was now able to look at him with my mouth full.

  He held me steady, as he sawed in and out between my lips, with his hips coming off the bed in rapid succession. He finally pulled away, while at the same time using his muscles to lift me easily, so that I was now situated over top of his face.

  I turned around so that we were now in a 69 position, where we could both orally satisfy each other. The only sounds in the room were wet slurping and the continual moaning of each of us. I slammed up against his face, as he was doing the same thing to me, until finally I was whitewashing his lips with my juices. My orgasm was muffled by the fleshy and pliant invader in my mouth and I think the vibration of my moans was causing him to lose control.

  Feeling the swelling of his glands and the pulse of the veins along the sides, I waited until the first spurt cascaded across my tongue and followed by several more. The taste was euphoric and I didn’t give up until he was drained of every single drop.

  We laid together in the bed, with my leg strewn over his and my hand lightly playing with the softness of his light chest hair. I pulled on it and he looked at me sternly but he knew that I was just teasing him. “Give me a couple of minutes and I will be more than happy to put a smile on your face, Larissa.” From what I was feeling down below his waist, it didn’t appear like it was going to take a couple of minutes at all. He was already rising to the occasion with my hands playing him like a symphony and it wasn’t long before he was the same monument of manhood that I’d seen earlier.

  This time, he turned me so that I was on my hands and knees, looking back at him as he fisted his cock and then he wiped it up and down the wetness of my slit. Reaching back, I grabbed on to him and placed him in the right position, feeling him sink into my fiery depths, until he was swinging his balls back and forth with each thrust.

  Holding onto the side of the mattress, my head was plastered into the pillow and I felt him stirring up my excitement that was building by the second. It was like a slow burn that was turning into an inferno fairly quickly. I didn’t know how long he was at it; only that it felt like an eternity and something that I hoped would never end. “Yes, Drake…faster…harder…Oh god…just like…YESSSSSSS.”

  “Oh god…Larissa…take it all.” The movements of his body were getting quicker with each thrust and the intensity of my orgasm was causing him to slow down to keep himself in check. As that one orgasm ebbed, another one took its place, until I was having what I could only describe as my first multiple climax. The feel of his cock plumbing my depths and the feel of his finger strumming my clit was more than enough to send me past the point of no return several times. I didn’t even know that my body was capable of such a feat, but was now finding that he had a way of turning my body into his own personal wonderland. “CUMMMMMING.” I felt his explosive load and most men would’ve stayed completely still and let it happen, but he didn’t do that.

  Drake continued to give me all that he had, until we were a mass of sweaty bodies that were satiated for the time being. “I don’t think I have the words to describe what we have just done. Great or fantastic just doesn’t feel like the right adjectives.”

  “Larissa, I feel the same way. For some reason I don’t feel like I have cheated on my wife’s memory. I really don’t want this to be a one time thing. There are so many other things that I’d like to do with you. Not the least which is going to a museum and checking out the modern history exhibit.” He got out of bed and went over to the bathroom and soon I heard the sound of the shower.

  I waited a little bit, but then I decided that I would surprise him by joining him. Getting out of bed, I had my hand on the doorknob, but then I caught something out of the corner of my eye. His telephone was on the night stand and I looked at it to see that it had the name of Jason Mcevoy. Why did Drake have this mans phone?

  My back was towards the bathroom door and then I heard “I wished that you hadn’t seen that.” The softness of his voice now had taken on a hard edge, and I turned to come face to face with a…gun.

  Chapter Five

  I would say seeing Drake with a gun in his hand was the last thing I was going to see, but the proof was staring me in the face. This was a dangerous man and I didn’t have any idea what secrets he was hiding from me.

  He began to move around the room, waving the gun in the air and looking at me and then out the window. “I can’t believe that you are going to make me do this. Why couldn’t you just tell me what I needed to know and then we could’ve let all of this go. I usually don’t have problems doing this kind of work, but what we shared together last night was unexpected.” I still wasn’t sure what was going on only that I was somehow in the middle of something that was beyond my understanding.

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You really have me at a loss. I thought that we were having a wonderful time and that I found one of the good ones. Now I don’t know what to think and you are seriously making me rethink getting back into the dating world.” Finding somebody that didn’t have baggage was almost impossible, but this was taking it to a whole other level.

  He pointed the gun and I thought for sure that my life was over, but the gun did not go off. In fact, his hand was shaking like he was hesitating, but I couldn’t afford to make any sudden movements in case he took it as a threatening gesture. What I wanted to do was reach for the phone and get the hell out of here as fast as I could, but that would only be putting my life in unnecessary danger.

  “Why, did this have to happen? I can’t believe that I got caught up in the moment and I’ve done something that only amateurs would do. I should be wiping off my fingerprints and leaving your body to be taken care of by the cleaners. Believe me I want to pull the trigger, but I just can’t do it.” I was l
ooking around trying to find something to use as a weapon to protect myself, but the only thing I could see was this ashtray that was sitting by the door. I knew that if I tried to reach for it that he would be on me in a second, so I was just going to have to wait and see how this played out.

  “I still don’t know what you’re talking about and maybe if you sing a few bars I might be able to play along.” I usually make snide remarks when I feel nervous or out of my element and this was certainly both of those combined into one. “You’re sending me mixed signals and having you hanging onto that gun is scaring me out of my mind.” I was trying to make him see that what he was doing was wrong, but I still couldn’t understand why he was doing it in the first place.

  “Give me time to think, because right now I’m screwed and my life isn’t worth a plum nickel.” He sat down with the gun in his hand still raised over his head. He was mumbling something underneath his breath, but I wasn’t close enough to hear exactly what he was saying.

  It felt like forever, but it was really only a few minutes, as he contemplated what he was going to do next. “I think that you should just…” He cut me off with his hand rising in the air, before going back to thinking hard and still making me wonder what this was all about.

  Standing up, he came towards me in a menacing manner “Why did you have to be so naïve and sweet.” He suddenly turned and went over to the window, looking out and then putting both hands on his head, as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Following him over to the window, I looked down to see that there were two black cars parking in the handicapped spots, with two very big and dangerous looking men getting out. I couldn’t see much from being way up here, but I did notice that they were screwing something into the guns that they had now produced from behind their waist.