The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7)

by Lund, S. E.

  "How are you?"

  She came over to me and to my surprise, she slipped her arms around my waist, squeezing me.

  "What's this?" I said, smiling, my arms closing around her.

  "That was amazing." Her eyes were warm, brimming just a bit as if she was emotional.

  Despite wanting to kiss her then and there, I pulled out of her arms and closed the door. Then I removed my cap and pressed Kate against the door.

  "Mmm, Ms. Bennet," I said, and pushed one of my knees between hers, my hips pressed against her, my arms on the door beside her head. "I hope this show of affection means you’ve reconsidered and you're planning on giving this a chance."

  "I still want you," she said, and ran her hands up my chest. "I never stopped. If anything, I want you even more. But if this person finds out that we're seeing each other, they'll tell my father about your involvement in the BDSM community and send the restraining order to your boss."

  I watched her, my gaze moving over her face. "You won't tell me who?"

  "I can't."

  "If I talk to them, maybe I can assure them I won't hurt you and—"

  "I can't. You don’t understand. They're serious and completely irrational about this."

  I pulled her over to the couch and we sat down. I slipped my arm around her. "So, it's back to the secret affair? We can't see each other in public?"

  She nodded.

  "Well, at least you want to try."

  "I do."

  Relief flooded through me. I knew what I wanted and needed. I wanted her that night. "I have a jam session tonight but I'm done at 9:00."

  "I can't be seen with you, Drake,” she said, her hands splayed on my chest “I can't go to your apartment. You can't come to mine. I don't know where we'll meet. A hotel?"

  "No, that's too…" I brushed hair off her cheek. "Too cliché. I have a small apartment on 8th Avenue from when I was in school. It was my dad's when he was a student. He bought the whole building when he started to make serious money and I decided to go to Columbia. We could use that. I spent a lot of years there and it has some of my old junk from when I first lived away from my father. I store a lot of his stuff there as well."

  "This person works three nights a week,” Kate said. “Every Tuesday and Thursday for sure. One night on the weekend. On those nights, I could probably go there. I might be able to make excuses for a night now and then, but this person is determined to watch me. I have to make them think we've truly broken up so they stop."

  "You seem so much more positive about this,” I said, surprised and glad at the same time. “What happened?"

  She shook her head and just stared at me as if trying to find the right words. "This made me face up to what it was that I wanted. Having to say goodbye to you made me realized that I want this," she said and ran her hands up my chest to my shoulders. "I want you."

  I leaned closer and kissed her softly, affection for her flooding through me, mixed with arousal. When I pulled back, I stroked her cheek. "Look, I only have an hour. Will you come with me? Surely this person isn't tailing you? We could go to my place on 8th Avenue but we'll have to hurry because of traffic."

  "Why don't we just stay if you only have a little while. We can talk here," she said and brushed hair off my forehead.

  "Ms. Bennet," I said, grinning. "I don't want to talk." Then I leaned down and kissed her throat and then the tops of her very luscious breasts.

  "Do you think it's advisable?" she said, when I pulled her onto my lap so that she lay across me, her arms around my neck. "I mean, do you think someone might come in? One of your nurses? Or maybe…"

  "Enough talking."

  I pressed her down on the tiny couch and kissed her and it took no time for me to be rock hard with her soft curves beneath me. While I kissed her tenderly at the start, my arousal built quickly and soon I was practically devouring her, one hand searching her body while my tongue searched her mouth, my fingers slipping under her sweater to cup a breast through her bra, stroking the flesh that spilled out above the fabric. Then I slid my hand down over her belly to her thigh, pulling up her jean skirt until I found her pussy.

  "I'm going to lock the door and fuck you right now," I whispered, pressing my fingers against her, searching for the hard nub of her clit through her tights. She gasped and pressed against my hand, signaling that she was aroused as well. I rose reluctantly and went to the door, turning the lock then I came back and lay beside Kate again, kissing her neck, pulling open her sweater, running my tongue over the tops of her breasts. When I pulled the fabric down to expose one nipple and sucked on it, she gasped.

  I stopped sucking and pulled on the nipple gently with my teeth. Then, I took her hand and ran it over top of my scrubs so she could feel my erection.

  "See what you do to me?"

  She smiled coyly. "That was your own doing."

  Someone spoke outside the office door, and Kate stiffened in alarm. "Drake, is this a good idea? Will you get in trouble if someone comes? Maybe we should stop…"

  "Shh," I said. "You signed the contract. No resistance." I kissed her again, leaning over her, stroking her cheek, my fingers running over her bottom lip. "I want you now."

  "Do you," she whispered as I nuzzled her neck. "Do you think it's a good idea before surgery? Won't it, like, sap your vital essence or something?"

  I smiled against her neck, then I moved back down to her breasts. "Quiet. You talk far too much. I'm going to eat you," I said, taking her hand again and moving it down over my balls. "Right now."

  Then I pulled away and bent down, taking her feet and removing her shoes, before unzipping her jean skirt and pulling down her tights and underwear. I finished undressing her as fast as I could so that she was completely naked and then I pushed her back onto the couch. Still fully dressed, I knelt down and examined her. “I'm going to have to shave you again tonight," I said, noting the hair was growing back, short and sharp. "I look forward to it."

  I buried my face between her spread thighs, my fingers opening her up, my mouth and lips and tongue finding her clit. She leaned back and closed her eyes, finally surrendering to me.

  I licked and sucked her clit, my tongue stroking all over her lips, while I slid two fingers inside of her. When I heard her breathing fast and shallow, I knew she was close. Then, I pulled her up and turned her around so that she leaned over the couch, her knees on the seat and her body over the back. After untying my scrubs, I pulled out my cock and stroked her pussy with the head to rekindle her arousal. When I finally entered her, moving slowly inside of her just a few inches, she gasped. I bent over her, one arm around her waist so that I could stroke her clit.

  "Tell me when you're close,” I said. I kept my fingers on her as I began to thrust and soon, she was breathing fast again, pushing back against me.

  "Drake, I…"

  While I would usually build her up several times before letting her come, I increased my tempo, and soon, I felt her spasms and thrust even harder. I wanted to come with her and was so close, a few more thrusts would push me over. I came with my mouth at her ear, grunting through my ejaculation, blinded with the pleasure.

  I leaned against her, breathing hard, my hands covering hers on the back of the couch.

  "God, I needed that…" I kissed her shoulder and bit it gently. "I needed you." Finally, I slid out of her but when she tried to turn around, I stopped her.

  "No, stay like that so I can admire you. My come is running down your leg."

  I stepped back and examined her from a few feet away, her nice round ass in the air, her pussy peeking out at the base of her cheeks, a slither of my semen dripping out.

  "Um, my legs are a bit shaky," she said, craning her neck to see me.

  "I know. I like seeing you shake because of what I did to you."

  Finally, I turned her around and cleaned her using some tissues from my desk. After she was clean, I pushed her down on the couch and lay on top of her.

  "This won't affect your surgi
cal performance, will it?" she said, her voice playful, a cheeky grin on her lips.

  I laughed out loud. "Probably. Might improve it."

  "I thought men got all sleepy after an orgasm."

  "Sometimes, but it depends on the time of day. Right now, I feel great. I was feeling very deprived, Ms. Bennet. Very unhappy so a few extra pleasure endorphins will only help." I closed my eyes and sighed, pressing my forehead against hers. "You have no idea how relieved I am. When I went up to your apartment, I made poor Mrs. Kropotkin so frantic I thought she was going to call the police. It took every neuron I ever made studying Russian to convince her I didn't have ill-intent. I was really worried about you."

  "I'm sorry," she said, her voice soft. "Lara asked me to think about what was more important—my happiness or your career. I left the apartment because she told me you were coming over."

  "You were planning on not seeing me ever again?" I asked, shaking my head at her sense of honor.

  "I was afraid I'd hate myself if I did meet with you. I knew I wouldn't be able to resist you if I got within a foot of you. I was right."

  I smiled. "I can't resist you. I don't want to. Kate, I can't leave this thing between us hanging. I have to know. I have to know how far I can go with you. If anything happens, it will be because someone else made the wrong choice, not either of us. It will be because you're important enough to me to take that risk." I kissed her and stroked her cheek. "Your father was glad to see me and even he encouraged me to go to your apartment and not give up."

  She smiled. "He said he thought we were really intense with each other and well-matched."

  I nodded in agreement. "We are." I kissed her once more, unable to get enough of her soft lips.

  "Maybe I should leave you alone for a while before your next surgery."

  I sighed. "Probably. I don't want you out of my sight though."

  "I'll go back to my father's for the rest of the afternoon. I'll make an excuse to go back to my apartment for the night. Then, we can meet at the apartment on 8th Avenue after your practice."

  "Maybe I'll cancel tonight."

  "Don't because of me,” she said, her tone insistent. “Your music is important to you."

  I stroked her cheek with the backs of my fingers. "I don't want you out of arm's reach, Kate."

  "I can't stay here all day," she said, smiling. "We can spend the evening together at your secret hideaway. After your practice."

  "Tonight." I kissed her again, softly.

  "I should go now," she said and stood up. "Let you focus before your next surgery."

  "I wish I could cancel that, but I can't. Poor man's been waiting for a while to get the procedure."

  She started dressing and I helped, handing over her jean skirt, zipping it up for her, buttoning the button. I helped her with her bra and fastened the front clasp. Then I pulled the sweater on and around her shoulders and buttoned it up.

  "You like dressing me?" she said, eyeing me with a smile.

  "Dressing and undressing a woman is a total turn on and pleasure." Finally, I smoothed her hair before leaning down to kiss her once more. "Where should I pick you up tonight?"

  "I can meet you. It's probably better that I don't get a ride with you anywhere. I'll take a taxi."

  "I don't like leaving you alone. I don't like loose ends, Kate."

  "Just give me the address and I'll meet you there."

  "Give me your iPhone."

  She handed me her cell and I called up my address on GPS, getting directions from Ethan’s apartment.

  "There," I said. "You can find your way there easily with that."

  After she took the phone back, I walked her to the door of my office. "Are you sure I can't drive you back to your apartment?"

  She shook her head. "No. I can take a taxi. I don't want to be seen in your car just in case we run into anyone. We already risked a lot coming here."

  I exhaled in frustration. " Okay, but I don't like leaving you alone now. You can always call me and I can pick you up if you change your mind. Text me and let me know you're on your way, okay? Otherwise, I'll worry."

  "I will."

  I kissed her once more before she left. Then I watched her from my office door as she walked down the long hallway to the exit.

  I turned back to my desk, and the stack of patient files on the surface, with a smile.

  CHAPTER TWO

  My next case was complex and I needed every ounce of focus to perform. My afternoon delight with Kate hadn’t stunted my skill so the operation went off without a hitch and I was able to tell the husband that his wife’s tremor was vastly reduced and might even disappear completely in time.

  After I finished dictating notes on the surgery, I went to my apartment, had a quick shower and changed clothes. I listened to my messages and checked my email but there was nothing of much interest, except for an invitation to play a game of racquetball the following week with another surgeon.

  Then, I drove over meet the guys for practice at O’Riley’s. I should have cancelled the practice because all I could think of was seeing Kate at 8th Avenue, but I forced myself to play and sing. Even Ken noticed my distraction.

  “What’s up with you tonight?” he said, frowning at me when we were putting our instruments away for the night.

  “Have a date,” I said and smiled. “Sorry.”

  Ken grinned. “Hey, say no more. Is it that new girl?”

  “The very one.”

  Ken raised his eyebrows knowingly. “Bring her to Mom’s for dinner on Sunday. Seriously. Mom would love to meet her.”

  I shook my head. “Maybe.”

  Ken laughed. “You really do like her if you almost agree to bring her.”

  “I do,” I said and pulled on my coat, eager to leave. “Now, stop with the questions and let me get to her, okay?”

  Ken slapped me on the back and nodded. “Understood. Have a good one.”

  “More than one, I hope.” I ducked away from his playful punch and left the pub for my car.

  I drove to the apartment on 8th Avenue and parked my car in a parking garage and walked down the street to the old building, seeing it for the first time in a couple of weeks. I tried to see it as Kate would -- a corner brownstone walk-up with ornate windows and wrought iron window boxes with faded ivy, the building very old. Browning ivy crept up the building's façade. My father bought it for me when I was at Columbia and I never sold it. It had too many good memories of my life in medical school and the times my father would come up to Manhattan to visit. He would sleep on the couch rather than in a hotel, despite how uncomfortable it was because he wanted to wake up and make coffee, fry some bacon and eat brunch with me over the newspaper. Those are some of my very best memories of my father and there were far too few and far too late.

  I needed those kind of memories when I was a child, not when I was already a grown man.

  I climbed the stairs to the third floor and entered the cramped living room, filled with boxes from my father’s apartment that I had shipped here after he died. His old furniture competed with my college-edition sofa and coffee table. It bore no resemblance to the wealth my father, or I, had accumulated. It wasn’t that I couldn’t afford to buy new furniture and have the apartment professionally renovated and decorated. It was the only thing I had left of my father.

  The apartment was a one bedroom that was open-plan except for the bedroom off to the rear of the building. Bookshelves covered most of the walls, filled with thousands of books I had collected during my years in school. There were windows on three walls, providing ample light during the day. The floors were hardwood planks with faded Persian carpets covering the most worn parts of the surface. I was thinking of getting the floors refinished but had let it slide, not wanting to make any decisions about the place. The living room led to a combined kitchen and dining room.

  I went to the windows and opened one to let in some fresh air. The windows were huge and looked out over the streets on either side. I
n the living room stood my collection of six old guitars on their stands. I’d covered the walls without bookshelves in posters of old bands – the Beatles, Led Zeppelin, Deep Purple, The Who. So much of my life was shaped by my father and it showed in the contents of my apartment.

  8th Avenue was my refuge from everything, and I went there to practice and when I needed an evening alone with my music and memories. Bringing Kate there was probably a mistake, but I was already so in over my head, one more transgression of my rules would make no real difference.

  Before she arrived, I spent some time tidying up. Since I hadn’t used it for anything other than a practice space for some time, it was dusty and a bit messy. While I was cleaning up, I came across the sheet music Ethan had given to my father years earlier, with a photograph of them attached. Wearing fatigues and dog tags around their necks from their time in ‘Nam, they stood side by side smiling at the camera, their arms around each other's shoulders.

  Kate would probably really enjoy seeing it, so I left it on top of the desk. I wouldn’t show it to her unless she seemed interested, but it was there to be found if she was curious.

  I’d only been there for less than half an hour when my cell chimed and I checked my messages.

  I'm on my way. Be there in 2.

  I texted back immediately.

  I am so ready for you, Ms. Bennet…

  I went to the window overlooking the street and watched for her, excitement in my gut, a surge of adrenaline going through me when I saw her taxi drive up and she got out and looked up at the building. I’d left the door open so I went to the landing to wait for her, listening as she walked up the steps. The old wooden staircase creaked as she climbed up to me.

  When our eyes met, I couldn’t help but smile. "There you are," I said and went to her, pulling her into my arms. She laid her head on my shoulder and hugged me back warmly. I tilted her face up and kissed her, a rush of blood to my dick when our tongues touched, my body ready for more.