“You’re right. I should have thought, and I should have asked. Can you get a ride to the airport if I go find you a flight for Saturday right now?”
He nodded still unsure.
“How long can you stay?”
His adoptive mother, Rita, stuck her head in the picture, “His grades are good, and he’s never taken a sick day. I talked to his teachers and they all said they could prepare workbooks for him to keep pace. If you can have him back the following Saturday at the latest, I’d be grateful.”
“I’m the one who is grateful Rita. Thank you. I’ll have him back in plenty of time.”
“Good, then it’s settled. I have to make some calls, you kids keep it short. Spencer you have to finish your book report tonight, remember?”
He rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, I know.”
I kissed Rebecca’s cheek quickly before she shooed me away. “Thanks kid. You done good.”
“You sure about this?” Drake asked when I told him a few minutes later in his office. I have everything moved over to his laptop now, which is spoiling me because it’s fast and works without crashing every hour.
“Very. I finally saw a little of me in the kid. Before all I saw was the evil bastard who knocked me up when he was pretending to let the sex make up for a wicked fight, in which I was to blame of course.”
“If he knew you weren’t on birth control, why did he keep coming back? Or use a condom?”
“I don’t know. I was never in the position to ask. I think he was too drunk to work a condom, or he just didn’t care. I asked once and got backhanded, so I never asked again. He was fucked up in the head, so who knows. I don’t want to think about him anymore. Ever.”
“Spencer is going to have questions some day.” He took his seat behind the desk and pulled me to sit on his thigh.
“One day at a time Drake.”
“You find a dress?” Wandering hands are at it again. At least they’re hidden behind the giant mahogany desk if the girls wander in.
“I think so. I like the white one, but for some reason it seems wrong for a divorcee with two kids to wear white.”
“Three.”
“What?”
“You have three kids babe.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s an old habit to only acknowledge two of them.” Lame excuse I know, but it’s all I got.
“I think Spencer is hinting he’d like to be acknowledged as number three, if you know what I mean.” He’s already got those big hands under my bra. Trying to make reservations online when a big sexy biker has other plans is nearly impossible.
“I can’t think when you do that. I might accidentally book us a honeymoon to Bangladesh if you keep distracting me.”
He took that as a challenge, slipped his hand down the front of my yoga pants and began making small circles on and around my clit.
“Drake.”
“Bangladesh huh? Sounds nice.” He bit my shoulder as I came as if by his silent command. Maybe it was. Maybe it always is. He seems to know exactly how and when I need it, even when I don’t.
As I descend from the glorious distraction I can feel him hard against my tailbone. “Want to indulge me in a little fantasy of my own?”
“Always.”
I stood and turned around, “You have to be quick. They’ll be off the computer any minute.” I dropped to my knees.
He freed himself so fast I smiled before taking him in my mouth and playing grateful secretary under the boss’s desk.
Sunday was on me faster than I could blink. Spencer is enjoying having sisters so much I barely see the three of them at all. Wedding planning doesn’t help. I don’t have to do much, it seems the girls have all divvied up the chores nicely, but I still feel busy, and a little overwhelmed.
Drake is holding up his tux, “This is the only time you’ll see me in a monkey suit, so you better get pictures.”
“Stop complaining, this was your idea.”
“One you could sound a little more enthusiastic about.” He accused hanging the suit back in the closet.
“I’m sorry. That came out wrong. I’m very happy, just overwhelmed. I want to freeze this moment. This feeling of having all three kids under my roof. A safe roof where they can be themselves, have fun, and be together. I never thought I’d see them together. I honestly believed I would go to my grave with that secret.”
Drake flopped down on the bed making me bounce into him. He caught me easily and set me to straddle his stomach. “This is how it’s supposed to be my little Cherry.” He touched my lower lip.
“It’s all your doing you know. If it wasn’t for your stalker tendencies I’d still be… all fucked up.”
“Now you’re Draked up instead, my beautiful bride.” He teased looking past me to the door. “Here it comes.” He warned me just in time to brace myself.
Ashley jumped on the bed, “Get Daddy!!!” And that was the end of talk time.
My wedding day came and went with a blur. Salina and who knows whom else stayed the night at the house with the kids. I think they invited more kids to join the slumber party, but I was whisked away so fast after the reception all I had time for was a quick round of hugs goodnight. Well, not so quick. I swear the club tripled in size for this event. It occurred tome for a fleeting moment that I’ve never actually seen them all together at once, and I doubt this is all of them.
The highlight of my day was standing up in front of God and everyone I love to proclaim my love for Drake. His heartfelt vows brought tears to both our eyes.
The runner up highlight of my day was later that night when my son asked me to dance. I might have hugged him a little too hard when we parted for the night.
Drake carried me into our fancy hotel suite overlooking the fountain in Fountain Hills. We barely fit through the door because he’s as big as my dress. “One of us needs to lose some weight.” He teased pretending to struggle with getting down the short hall to where the room opened up to soft lights, candles, strewn rose petals, all perfectly set before a warm and majestic view of the sunset beyond.
“It’s beautiful.” I looked around as he set me on my feet.
“Yes you are.” He stepped back holding his phone out in front of him.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking pictures for my wallet, so to speak.”
I played along and posed a few times for him. “That was the perfect wedding. I can’t believe there was a pig being roasted while a little pig ran around everywhere.” I laughed remembering Celeste and Wrangler’s pet mini pot-bellied piglet named Bacon Bits running around. Almost everywhere he went a blonde I know now as Kris was chasing him around yelling, “Bitsy!! Come back!!” She was a big blur of pink chasing a little blur of pink.
“I got a couple pictures of you and Spencer dancing too. I’ll email them to you in the morning. Right now I want you out of that dress and into my bed.”
“You’re going to need a map and a jackhammer to get me out of this thing. You know it took three people just to get me in it??” I laughed at the memory of this morning. That was some major primping.
This wedding night proved to be much better than my first. There’s no comparison. Drake doted on me hand and foot. He fed me. Bathed me. Massaged me. Then made love to me until we both passed out sweaty and smiling in each other’s arms. Yup, this is how it’s supposed to be.
Edgar called the next morning to ask if they could fly out and spend some time with all three kids. I said sure why not. If they want to play nice, then I can play nice. Daniel’s mother and I will never be able to be in the same room together for more than five seconds. There are too many lies between us to ever be straightened out in one lifetime.
This was all well and good until Spencer went home and told his adoptive parents he wanted to move to Phoenix to be closer to his sisters. Rebecca said she would stay home and go to school here if he moved here. She gets her bargaining skill from her mother I see.
Drake and I are discussing it privately in hi
s office. “I’m all for it babe.” He opened his laptop to get a wire transfer ready. When he’s not hanging out with the kids he spends his time recruiting money from one company or another to then deposit and move into various accounts that benefit his orphanages.
“His parents have roots there. I can’t expect them to move, and neither can he.”
“Then he can move without them. You are his mother, he’s old enough to decide where he wants to live.” He informed me simply.
“That’s the coldest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t rip him away from them after all they did for me!!” I threw a magazine at his head.
He caught it without looking up and tossed it to the floor absently. “It’s the boy’s choice Cherry. I already told him he was welcome here anytime. Granted I didn’t intend it to mean moving in, but he’s welcome to move in too.”
“You are not helping.”
He smiled up at me playing the arrogant jerk. Albeit a sexy playful arrogant jerk, he’s still being a brat. “I know. Want to play grateful secretary while we have the excuse of privacy?” He’s kidding, but not.
I shot him a fake dirty look, “No. I think you should play grateful boss and eat me on that giant desk of yours.” I said it to mean more of a ‘bite me’ than anything, but that didn’t matter to my husband. Nope. Most of the items on his desk landed on the floor before he was done. I say he because I was happy a few times over before he snuck in a quickie to quell his urges. I like it when he gets going hard and fast. Makes me feel sexy. Drake told me once not long ago he was going to bring out my wanton side. He’s doing a damn good job, and I’m having fun for the first time in longer than I can remember.
I ended up breaking the hearts of two good people. They had other kids in schools, with friends, and family living nearby. They weren’t going to move for Spencer, so Spencer moved without them.
I tried apologizing up one side and down the other, but the wound was too raw for them to forgive me. Everything they’d done for me out of the kindness of their hearts, backfired. I’ll never forgive myself for that one. Not that’d I’d change it. I love having my son in my life. Turns out he’s more like me on the inside than he is like his father on the outside.
Drake started a company with Salina and Slider to help get funding for his orphanages from here in Arizona. He has plenty of others, but needed the work to keep busy, and Slider liked the idea of having his club’s name attached to a worldwide cause for kids.
I’m taking classes to get my degree up to date so I can teach at the local colleges. I teach at the community colleges now, but I’d like to land good job at ASU ultimately. Drake says I work too much, but then he seems to like interrupting me doing my homework more than sneaking into my showers, or hiding us away in some dark corner of the garage for a quickie while the kids are inside watching a movie.
Other than a nagging heartache trimmed in guilt for the two people I hurt, life is good. Maybe someday they’ll forgive me enough to accept my apology for taking the son I’d begged them to raise as their own. Until then, life is good. Real good. I intend to cherish every second. Twelve years is a big chunk out of a person’s life to lose.
Instead of having my hands full with three jobs, a jealous ex-husband with violent tendencies, and two of my three kids I only got to see four times a year, I now I have my hands full with all three of my kids, a very horny husband, and a club of bikers for family that keep me laughing and guessing.
Yup. Life is good.
Table of Contents
Draked Up
Copyright
Contents
Prologue
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