“I understand,” he confirms, narrowing his eyes at me.
“Good,” Drake snarls. “Then get out, and don’t come back unless you are prepared to apologize to Reese and talk to her with civility.”
He slams the door in his father’s face, and it echoes throughout the room. Drake comes over to me, and before I can get a word out, his mouth is on mine; he tucks his hands beneath my ass and carries me over to the kitchen counter. He plants me on the polished marble surface, flips my skirt up, and unbuckles his pants.
“Are you okay?” I pant, my eyes already hazy around the edges with how much I want him. Whatever has happened, it has been so intense, and so fast that it feels as though adrenaline is keeping me floating some distance off the ground. Drake rips my panties down roughly. He grabs my legs and throws them over his shoulders, and fisting his cock then positions it at the entrance of my pussy.
“I’m great,” he growls, as he slams his cock into me: it's rock-hard. It’s clear that the intensity of what has just happened is affecting him just as much as it is affecting me.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” I breathe into his ear, wrapping my arms around his neck and brushing my lips against his skin. He groans with pleasure and grabs my legs to pin them back while he fucks me harder. It’s like he’s letting out all the built-up tension of the last couple of weeks out in one furious fuck, and I’m not complaining.
“Fuck him,” he snarls, his voice low and hard. “You’re my life now. It’s you, you, and you for me.”
He’s never taken me like this before, without a second thought. It feels incredible. The urge to touch him overwhelms me, and I sink my fingers into his back and I pull up his shirt so I can feel his bare skin. I lean forward so that I can kiss him once more. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and we make out ferociously as he continues to screw me on top of the counter. I haven’t really thought about the difference between “making love” and “fucking” before this moment, but right then, I know there is a massive difference.
He drives himself into me, moving his hips back and forth so I can feel the contours of his cock inside me. Jesus, it feels wild and good. I let go and lose myself so completely to him. This is cathartic, a release, a relief. The climax burns through me like a forest fire setting alight everything it comes in contact with. Every thought I have just vanishes into smoke.
A loud scream comes from my mouth, the sound echoing off the walls and all around us. It is guttural and animalistic, and I don’t give a fucking damn. I want to let him know how much pleasure he brings me.
As if he has been holding himself and waiting for me, he drives himself deeply inside me one last time and cums, the muscles in his neck straining hard, as his cock spasms inside me. When it’s over his body slumps against mine. Gently he wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on my cheek, before moving back slightly so he can look me in the eye while we are still joined. He has an odd expression on his face, and I cock my head to the side and try to read it.
“What’s up?” I ask.
He stares into my eyes. His eyes are wet!
“Drake?” I feel a lance of panic move through my system. What if he is thinking about what his father said? What if he thinks that he is right? I’m socially inferior, but before I can overthink it any further, he turns to me and speaks.
“I love you.”
For a second I can’t move, I can’t think, I can’t do anything, then my mouth opens and blurts out the words I’ve been dying to say. “I love you, too!”
We stare at each other for what seems like a lifetime until a radiant smile slowly breaks over his face, and he bends his head and kisses me again. He still looks a bit shell-shocked when he pulls back, and I laugh at his expression.
“You okay?” I ask.
He wraps his arms around me, lifts me off the counter, and while we are still joined he walks towards the bedroom.
“Never better,” he beams at me. “But I missed lunch and I’m ravenous.
I laugh with happiness. And that is a pretty damn good feeling.
Epilogue
Drake
“Drake, I need to tell you something.”
I’ve got my vows in my pocket and I look up at her. She is still wearing her toweling robe, her make-up is half-done, and her hair pulled back into this complicated updo that I intend to ruin the moment I get her alone. I feel my stomach do a flip. Every day I look at her, and she seems to become more and more beautiful.
We agreed to get ready together, to ignore all the stupid traditions that usually came with stuff like this, and now I wonder if she wished for something different. To be honest it’s the wedding I wanted, given the choice, low-key and precious. With the most perfect woman in the world.
My entire world shifted on its axis when I met her. It’s been as though my feet haven’t touched the ground. So much has happened in the last year. We’ve both been caught up in the whirlwind of passion and love that started at our first meeting. Since then, Morgan has recovered, Reese has started college, and I’ve been picked up by another team in the city, a bigger one. I occasionally pass by billboards with my face on them, and it never stops being really fucking weird.
I get to my feet and go over to her. “What’s up?”
She licks her lips. It’s a nervous gesture. She better not be getting wedding jitters because I’m not above hauling her over my shoulder and forcing my damn ring on her finger anyway. The only thing I want is her. Forever.
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, and looks up at me. I notice her hands are laying gently over her stomach, flattening the fabric of her robe over what looks like…
“You’re pregnant,” I breathe, and she nods, eyes wide.
A smile breaks out across my face, and I scoop her up in my arms and twirl her around and around while she keeps her arms tightly wrapped around my neck, squeals, and tells me that I’m making her giddy.
“You’re pregnant!” I exclaim again, and she nods vigorously.
“Are you happy?”
“Does pizza taste good?”
She giggles like a child. “Yes, pizza tastes good.”
I slide my hand under her robe and she jerks away and slaps my hand. “You’ll spoil my hair. The minister will know exactly what we’ve been up to.”
“No, I won’t.”
She grins. “Promise?”
My hand is already pushing away her white silk panties and stroking her clit. “Promise.”
“Oh, Drake. You know, we won’t be able to just fuck whenever we feel like it when the baby comes, don’t you?”
My hand stills and her hips jerk involuntarily against my hand. My Princess always was a greedy girl. “Why not?” I ask.
“It’ll scare the poor kid.”
“He’s going to learn about it in biology class, anyway?”
“Shut up and fuck me, Drake,”
I don’t need any more encouragement. I’ll sort that kid out when he comes. Get him a stash of lollipops or something and stick him in a crib. It’ll be fine. It’ll always be fine, as long as I’ve got my Reese with me. I let my hand start moving again and Reese sighs with pleasure.
Today is my wedding day, and life is good.
Really, really good.
The End
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