Defending Donovan

by Jillian Quinn

  We settle in an open space in the middle of the floor, giving us just enough room to join our bodies together. Taylor spins around so we’re facing. She presses her palm to my chest and looks up at me, her bright blue eyes wide and slicing through me. Everything and everyone around us disappears in this moment. Taylor has me under her spell, and I haven’t even kissed her yet. She must be a witch. That’s the only explanation for the voodoo this girl is working on me.

  My skin ignites as if there’s a fire brewing beneath it when Taylor slides her hand up my arm and lifts the beer in her other hand to her lips. She grips my thick bicep with her fingers, unable to get her hand around it. Holding onto me, she sways her hips with a sensual look in her eyes and digs her nails into my skin. We don’t need to exchange words.

  She wants me.

  I want her.

  There’s nothing left to say.

  Chugging her beer, Taylor turns around so her back is facing me and rubs her ass on my body. My dick grows even harder, digging into her. She’s doing this to torture me. To taunt me. This is all part of some sick master plan to drive me insane. It has to be.

  Taylor drops to the floor, low enough that I get a nice view of her ass. She has some serious moves, and she sure knows how to work her killer curves. Every once in a while, she peeks over her shoulder at me. It drives me fucking wild. My cock lengthens with each movement she makes, every look she gives me.

  I’m going to have the worst case of blue balls if she doesn’t let me bend her over. I have to fuck her. Need to be inside her. But then those memories of the past come flooding back, forcing me to push the bad thoughts away. It happens every time. No matter how hard I try to overcome that terrible incident, I can’t manage to get past it.

  Judging by the look in Taylor’s eyes, she wants me to touch her back. So, why am I acting like a pussy? My hand is at my side, the other tipping the beer to my lips as I watch Taylor do what she wants to me.

  I lean forward to whisper in her ear, and she stills from my breath on her skin. “Keep grinding on my dick like that, and I’ll show you what I do to bad girls.”

  Taylor stops shaking her ass and tilts her head back so that our eyes meet. “Is that a threat?”

  Moving my hand to her hip, I pull her into my chest. “It’s whatever you want it to be.”

  She smiles. “Sounds like a challenge.”

  “I’ll do whatever it takes to get you.”

  Naked, I leave out.

  “You want something, you gotta work for it,” she counters.

  Game on, baby. Game on.

  Chapter Six

  Taylor

  On our way home from The Sixth Floor, Drake stops at McDonald’s for me. I don’t make a habit of eating junk food, but it’s the only place open this late at night. I’m starving, the beer now going straight to my head as my stomach churns from hunger.

  Drake reaches across the center console and shoves his hand into my bag to grab some fries.

  “Hey.” I slap his hand, but he sneaks a fistful of fries anyway. “If you’re hungry, you should’ve gotten your own food.”

  He laughs as he chews, his eyes fixed on the road in front of us. “I’d rather eat yours.” Drake licks the salt from his full lips and then glances over at me with an evil look in his eyes. “I’d rather eat you,” he adds, ripping a gasp from my throat.

  Oh. My. God.

  Rolling my bag to keep the food from getting cold, I peek over at Drake. “What is wrong with you? Do you think about anything other than sex?”

  “I think about hockey,” he counters. “I’m thinking about you right now.”

  My heart slams so hard into my chest it feels as though it’s trying to escape. With every fiber of my being, I want to hate him. I should avoid him as much as possible. So, why does he keep producing this strange reaction within me?

  “You look hot,” he admits. “I like that outfit on you.”

  “Thanks, I guess. I have no idea what to make of you, Drake Donovan. You’re such a dirty boy.”

  Shit, why did I just say that?

  I turn my head away from him to look out the window, but he slides his hand beneath my chin to pull my gaze back to his. His touch is so sensual that the way his fingers glide along my skin, sends shivers down my arms.

  He rolls his tongue along his bottom lip. “I’d like to show you just how dirty I could get.”

  “Drake.” I push his hand away from my face. “This is not happening.”

  He grips the steering wheel with both hands and grunts. “Why the hell not? I know you want me.”

  I laugh at his comment. How presumptuous of him to think he has a shot with me just because he’s giving me a ride home.

  “Well, for starters, you’ve had sex with every girl on campus.” His face twists in disgust at my words. “Your fragile ego clearly can’t handle a hit, so I can only imagine how you react when you don’t get your way over something more important than sex. You’re like a giant spoiled brat who’s never heard the word ‘no,’ and you use your sexuality as a way to control women. News flash, buddy, I’m not some puck bunny who’s gonna chase after you, and I’m not impressed by your dick.”

  More like I’m terrified of it.

  A long beat passes between us, his expression unreadable as he navigates the dark road that leads toward the Strickland University campus.

  He clears his throat, still unable to meet my gaze. “You think you have me all figured out, don’t you? Well, news flash, buddy…” he says to throw my words back in my face “… you don’t know me for shit. So, don’t act like you do.”

  “Please, enlighten me then.” I throw my arm out at him. “Tell me why you show your dick to every girl on campus. I mean, seriously, Drake, are there even any girls left that you haven’t hooked up with?”

  “Name one girl I’ve had sex with,” he challenges, and I’m not sure where he’s going with this.

  “Jackie, I assume. Since you were sending her pics last week.”

  He shakes his head. “Nope, never even touched her. I have standards.”

  “You’re not exactly changing my mind here. If anything, you only sound more of a jerk than before.”

  “I haven’t had sex with any of the girls on campus.”

  “Any?” I narrow my eyes at him. “Okay, now I know you’re lying.”

  “I’m not. Just because I send girls pics doesn’t mean I fuck them.”

  “Isn’t that the point?”

  He nods. “You would think.”

  “Then, why do you do it?”

  He parks out front of my dormitory. “Because I like the attention.”

  “Really?” I cross my arms over my chest, and his eyes land on my breasts. “You do it for the attention? I’m not buying it.”

  “Not many guys’ dicks are as big as mine. I didn’t set out to show it to every girl on campus, but one girl told a friend, and then it kinda started this whole thing.”

  I shift in my seat, my hand resting on the door handle, contemplating my last question. “When was the last time you had sex?”

  He peels his eyes away from mine and sighs, running a hand through his dark hair to push it off his forehead. “I don’t want to talk about this.”

  “Please don’t tell me it was before you came to the club tonight.”

  He shakes his head, nostrils flared. “Would you stop, Taylor? Fuck! I don’t want to have this conversation with you.”

  “Why not? You seem to be so open with every other girl. What makes me any different?”

  “Because I like you. And if I tell you…”

  A chill rolls down my arms from the intense look in his eyes that are darker now, narrowed into slits. He’s so intimidating when he’s angry, his muscular arms and thick frame filling the space around me.

  “Tell me what?”

  “The truth,” he whispers, unable to look at me.

  The seriousness in his tone causes my stomach to clench.

  The truth about what
?

  What’s Drake hiding?

  He’s kind of freaking me out right now with how fast his demeanor has shifted. All hard lines and perfect edges, his face and body are sculpted like a Greek god. For someone who looks so perfect on the outside, I can tell he’s hurting on the inside. And I have no idea why.

  Instinctively, I reach over to brush my thumb along the dark stubble on his angular jaw. I don’t know why I’m touching him, but something inside me is pushing me to make contact. My skin tingles with each brush of his skin, the sensation going straight to my core. I press my legs together hating how quickly my stupid body responds to him.

  I drag my finger along his bottom lip. “What are you hiding, Drake?”

  He sticks his tongue out to make contact with me, and a wave of heat dances along my skin when our eyes meet. “Please, Taylor. Stop pushing it.” Drake clutches my wrist with two fingers, holding my hand in place. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “I don’t understand. You say you like me, but yet, you’re less open with me than other girls on campus. You didn’t even know Jackie’s name.”

  With an irritated grunt, he drops my hand and starts to unbutton his jeans.

  I wave my hand in front of him. “Whoa, what the hell are you doing?”

  “You want to see it. Isn’t that what you want? You’re jealous of the other girls.”

  “No.” The air is practically sucked from my lungs. “Not even close. I just don’t understand why you lead every conversation with sex. It’s like you’re so afraid of anyone getting to know you.”

  “Because every time I let someone in, they get scared and walk away. So, I figure I might as well show them what they’re getting up front and save both of us time.”

  “Save both of you time from what?”

  “The inevitable,” he says, getting out of his Escalade.

  Drake rushes around to my side and opens my door. He extends his hand to me, and I don’t even hesitate to thread my fingers between his. For a reason I can’t comprehend, I allow him to hold my hand as he walks me to my dorm. And I don’t stop him when he follows me up to my floor.

  I lean back against my door, peeking up at him. He’s so gorgeous my throat closes up. Unable to move or think, I stand there in the hallway. People are spilling out from the rooms around us, and I can hear a few parties at the end of the hall still in full swing.

  “Do you want to… um, come in?”

  I have no idea why I’m inviting him into the apartment I share with Bex. She’s not home to stop me from doing something stupid.

  He nods, his chest rising and falling.

  Once we step inside the entryway, Drake shuts the door behind us. He has me pinned against the wall before I know what’s happening. Gripping both of my wrists, he raises my arms above my head and presses them against the wall as he inches his way to my mouth.

  “Drake,” I mutter. “What are you doing?”

  “If I don’t fucking kiss you, I’m gonna die. You’re killing me, Taylor.”

  I close my eyes and suck in a deep breath before blowing it out of my nose. His body tenses against mine, and the fact that I didn’t tell him to fuck off makes my intentions clear. He can kiss me. Hell, I want to kiss him too. I’ve tried so hard to suppress my emotions, but the alcohol isn’t making it easy.

  Staring into his eyes, I flick my tongue over my lips. With that simple gesture, he lifts me up, carrying me toward the back of the apartment, where two doors lead to Bex and my bedrooms.

  “Which one is yours?”

  “Left,” I say, my body humming with electricity.

  “But we’re not having sex, so let’s get that straight right now.”

  Drake nods and then kicks the door shut. Gripping my ass with both hands, he staggers over to my bed. He lowers me onto the mattress and settles between my thighs, his erection pressing against my leg through his jeans. The feral look in his eyes sends an immediate rush of excitement throughout my body, and my core clenches in response.

  Grunting, he sucks on my bottom lip like he’s going to make good on his promise to eat me. I wish he would right now. The magic he’s working between my legs has me wound so tight I feel like a twig about to snap in half. He tugs on my bottom lip and then drags his tongue along my skin, ripping a strangled moan from my throat.

  Cupping the side of my face with his left hand, the other roams down my stomach. A ripple of pleasure rolls over me in waves. Drake handles me like someone with experience, and here I am with close to none. Testing my limits, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my spandex shorts. I want to push him off me. Every rational part of me says to stop. But my mind isn’t doing the thinking right now.

  My body comes alive like a lit firecracker, every part of me ready to explode. Drake is too much. Too big, too manly, too damn sexy for his own good. He smells like clean linen and spicy aftershave, a combination that has my hormones raging out of control.

  Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he rocks his hips against me. The long, hard length of his cock digs into my thigh, and he groans every time I move my hips to meet his. For a second, I consider the situation. What am I doing with Drake? Why did I invite him up to my room?

  Technically, I guess I didn’t ask him to follow me upstairs. I thought he was walking me to my door, and the next thing I knew, he had my arms pinned above my head against the wall ready to devour me.

  I separate my lips from his, moving my head to the side, but he kisses my neck instead. “We shouldn’t do this, Drake.” He drags his teeth along my skin, ripping another moan from me. “We shouldn’t…”

  He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Do you want me to stop?”

  I close my eyes for a split second, his scent filling my nostrils, his sex appeal too consuming for me to deny. He shifts his weight, about to roll off me when I grab him by the collar of his dress shirt. As if giving him the answer he needs, he bends down to slip his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with an animalistic passion I crave.

  Heat runs over my body in waves as his hand slides up my thigh. My shorts are so wet I wonder if he can feel my juices through the thin fabric. I’m drenched for Drake. He makes me so fucking hot. But we can’t take this too far. I won’t allow it. And now I know he won’t push it.

  Without breaking the kiss, he lifts my tank top over my lacy black bra and slips his hand beneath the material. His big hand engulfs my breast, the large pad of his thumb rolling over my painfully sore nipple. He groans into my mouth, moving my bra over my breasts to bare them to him.

  I miss the feel of his tongue against mine the second our lips separate. But he rewards me for my patience by covering my nipple with his mouth. Peeking up at me, he takes the hard bud between his teeth, nibbling and sucking until I’m ready to burst.

  I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure builds from within, my core throbbing. He gives special attention to each breast, twisting the tiny buds between his big fingers as he uses his mouth and teeth to make me come. I can’t believe this simple act made me unravel like a ball of yarn. This is a first for me. And if I keep going with Drake, he will take another first from me.

  I haven’t waited this long to have sex to give in to my desires with the biggest manwhore on campus. Nope, this cannot happen with Drake. Foreplay, sure, we can do that. But sex is one hundred percent out of the question. My first time can’t be in my dorm room with Drake. I want it to be with someone I love.

  “Drake.” I fist his shirt between my fingers. He stops sucking on my nipple and looks up at me, a fire blazing behind his blue eyes. “We have to stop, okay?”

  He nods and then sits up on the bed next to me. We sit there for a second in silence before he says, “Did I do something? I thought we were…”

  I shake my head. “No, not at all. I want to keep going, but I can’t. You’ve been with so many girls, and I’ve been with… well, no one.”

  “Are you a virgin?”

  “Yeah.” My cheeks heat from my confession. �
�Don’t laugh.”

  He slips his fingers between mine, holding my hand on his massive thigh. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’ve done this plenty of times.”

  “No, I haven’t,” he says without an ounce of hesitation.

  His words strike me as odd. Earlier, he said he’s never been with any of the girls on campus, and yet he’s sent tons of dick pics over the years.

  “Your actions don’t match your words. I don’t get you, Drake.”

  “I haven’t done this,” he admits.

  Surprised, I cock my head in his direction, eyebrows raised. “You’re joking, right?”

  He shakes his head. “Nope, I wish I was.”

  “You’re a virgin, too?”

  A long, awkward silence fills the void, giving me the answer.

  “How is that even possible? Girls throw themselves at you. I see it all the time.”

  He rolls his shoulders, his big body moving against mine. “I don’t ever do more than fuck around with them.”

  “And send them dick pics,” I add.

  “Yeah, and that, too.”

  As I turn to face him, the mattress shifts along with my weight. He’s so big he takes up most of the bed. My gentle giant has a secret that shocks the hell out of me. No one would ever believe that Drake’s a virgin. Even I’m having a hard time digesting the information, but I know he’s telling the truth. A man like Drake would never admit that if it weren’t true. His ego is too delicate for him to allow himself to be this vulnerable.

  “Why do you send girls pictures if you don’t act on their advances?”

  “I don’t know. It started out with me sending a pic to one girl. She passed it around to her friends, and then I started getting messages from random chicks.”

  “But why do it at all?”

  “My girlfriend in high school…” he starts, his eyes downcast at the thought, “… she freaked out when we tried to have sex, and ever since then, it’s been hard to get close to another girl.”

  “What do you mean she freaked out?”

  “She was a virgin and so tiny she barely reached my chest. I thought I was going to break her she was so small. I didn’t get more than a few inches inside her before she started crying and flipping the fuck out. It was the worst experience of my life. I felt horrible like I did something wrong. She acted like I raped her or something the way she screamed.” He covers his face with his hand and sighs, distraught by the memory. “We’d talked about having sex for a long time, so I thought she knew it was going to hurt. And then when it came time to do it, she couldn’t handle my size. I don’t think anyone can. Not long after that night we broke up.”