by Lyssa Cole
I pushed all of those thoughts away. Right now I focused on my girl being back with me. Bree believed me, believed my words, my story, and that meant the world to me. She meant the world to me. And I was going to show her how much so but giving her so much pleasure, so much love, and most importantly, so much protection.
I gently laid Bree down onto the bed, slipping her sundress off her. She lay before me in a matching lavender lace bra and panty set, my cock instantly rising to the occasion. Starting with her face, I began lavishing her with kisses, my mouth claiming her own mouth as if I had been starved of her. Her passion matched mine back and I groaned low in my throat, wanting to be inside her already. It had only been a week but I had missed her so much.
I broke away from her delicious kiss, leaning back to look at her gorgeous face. “I missed you so much, Bree. Don’t ever leave me again.”
Tears leaked from her eyes as she smiled up at me, her eyes shining with her love. “I won’t Drake, I promise.”
I leaned down and kissed her tears away, moving back to her mouth again. I slipped my tongue inside, my own dancing with hers, as we explored every inch of each other’s mouths. I groaned and she was whimpering, the beautiful sounds filling my ears and fueling me on even further.
My hands traced every curve of her body, running over her sides and her soft, plump ass that I loved to squeeze. I moved my mouth down her neck, licking as I went. When I reached her beautiful breasts, I squeezed them, moving my mouth back and forth between each nipple-sucking, licking, biting. Bree went wild, arching her back off the bed. She could almost orgasm just from me playing with her breasts and it was such a fucking turn on. My cock strained against my jeans, wanting to be set free.
I left a hot trail down her belly until I was right between her legs. Standing up quickly, I stripped myself of my shirt and jeans, hopping back on the bed to push Bree’s legs open wide. I slid her panties off and nuzzled my face into her sweet smelling sex. God this woman tasted amazing and I was addicted to her. I sucked on her pussy until she was dry, drinking down her sweet nectar that I couldn’t get enough of. I latched onto her clit, her favorite spot, sucking hard and driving her wild. I then moved up and down her seam, sucking in her lips, and spreading them apart so I could latch my mouth on her entire pussy.
Bree screamed in pleasure and I felt her orgasm wash over her, the ripples of pleasure shaking her legs. But I didn’t let up. Instead, I bit down on her clit, making her cry out, gasping for air, and then I quickly soothed it by sucking gently on it, making her cum again, her cries of pleasure sweet music to my ears. I trailed my way back up to her gorgeous face, my hands roaming all over her curvy, lush body. She was the most beautiful woman and I was so lucky she was mine.
When I was hovering over her face, I smiled down at her. “Oh Bree, my beautiful Bree. I love you. Forever.”
Her eyes shined back up at me with such love, I felt my heart clench. I would never be whole unless this woman was by my side now until my dying breath. As I brought my lips down to hers, she whispered that she loved me forever, and I slipped inside her, claiming her as mine for the rest of the night.
I forgave Drake because I loved him. I realized that there is a lot more to love than just seeing stars. You have to love all of them, flaws, idiosyncrasies, sometimes even the not so good things. But when you meet your person, the one you are meant to be with, the one you know you just can’t live without, you accept everything. Good and bad, annoying and crazy, fun and beautiful. That was what I realized when I was with Drake. He made me see that there was so much more to love than what I thought. With Kyle, I just kept a blind eye, I let his love consume me and keep me blind to all that he was. The way he flirted with other women, the way he sometimes treated me like shit. I was young and in love and I thought Kyle was the one but then he hurt me beyond repair. Beyond something I could forgive. And I didn’t think I was going to believe in love again. But Drake showed me what real love felt like, how amazing sex could be, and more importantly, how much we deserved each other and our love. Love was the sweetest pleasure life gave us. Love helped us through life, gave us someone to get through the rough times with, and it just kept giving pleasure as long as it was taken care of and nurtured. Drake was my sweeter pleasure. My life was complete now.
Alana
I crouched in the back parking lot, the time nearing five am when I knew Bree would be showing up any moment. Drake had already gone into the bakery about a half hour ago, as I had been staking out in the parking lot for a couple of hours now. I knew Bree would be arriving any moment, my plan was carefully crafted out by watching their schedules for a few days.
Nothing had been said to my father but I didn’t like Drake having that hanging over my head. I wanted to be able to go to him whenever I needed money, just like I had before. I wanted that power and control. I craved it, needed it.
I saw the bitch’s car pull up, parking into the same spot she always did. I hid far back into the shadows, watching. As soon as got her key out to unlock the door, I knocked her out, watching as she lost consciousness. And then I dragged her away.
I woke up in a dark, tight space. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I tried to move but I was tied to a chair, my hands and legs bound with a tight rope. I yanked on the rope but it only made it dig into my skin, burns appearing on my sensitive skin. Fuck! Where in the hell was I?? It must be a closet of some sorts.
I screamed but no one came. I kept on screaming, until finally, there she was. The evilest bitch I have ever known. Alana. Next thing I know, a hard hit comes to my jaw, knocking my head sideways and I am out again.
Drake
When Bree never arrived to work that morning, I knew immediately something was wrong. She wasn’t answering her cell and when I burst out of the back door of the bakery, I saw her car and instantly, my blood ran cold, fear overtaking me. I called Julie who called Liz, starting a chain reaction to where all of the girls now flooded the bakery along with the police. I couldn’t stop pacing, my nerves flooding every inch of me, not a sane thought getting through.
At last, a call came through from Bree’s phone. And who but none other than Alana was on the phone. “Give me the rest of your payout or your pretty little bitch here dies.”
“Alana, please, just stop this. We can talk about it like normal adults. Please.”
“No, Drake. You fucked with me by threatening to tell my father my secret, which would leave me penniless. Do you realize that?” She was now screaming, her fury making her sound insane. “I would be a homeless bum on the street because of you! Now I want my fucking money or your girl here dies!” The phone went dead.
But Alana was one dumb bitch. I had kept her on the phone long enough for the police to track the cell phone. Within fifteen minutes, the police had gotten into her apartment, and Alana was arrested on the stop for kidnapping. I never ran over to someone so fast, Bree passed out, her body tied to the bed, her face bruised and welted. I had failed in protecting her, protecting her from this life, and I sobbed as I held her body to mine, vowing to never let anything hurt her again.
Epilogue
Six Months Later…
“Are you almost done packing babe? We have to leave in twenty minutes to meet the realtor on time.” Drake was watching me as I finished packing the rest of my things. I couldn’t help that I needed to be prepared. You never knew what the weather was going to be like.
I closed my suitcase with a loud thump and sat on it while I began to work on zipping it. Drake laughed as he watched me. “What? I need my things.”
A moment later, Drake’s hands were on my waist, lifting me off the suitcase and onto the bed. He then bent and zipped the suitcase with minimal effort. He threw me a wink and a grin and my insides clenched. God this man still made me so wild for him.
“It’s hot watching you zip that suitcase.” I winked back at him and he was on me, throwing me back onto the bed. Drake kissed me passionately and then lifted me off the bed, causing me t
o squeal and giggle. He placed me down gently, grabbed the suitcase and we walked out the door.
I weaved my arm through Drake’s, needing to be close to him. Ever since that bitch kidnapped me, I’ve been a little warier of my surroundings. I could never be too careful.
I closed my eyes briefly and tried to push those memories away. Thank God, Drake and the police found me, not long after she had taken me. She probably would have killed me; she was such a crazy ass bitch. Now she had been sent back to Hawaii, as her father paid her bail, but she has to face a trial for her kidnapping charges. Her life was fucked now and I was happy about that. She deserved what she got, the money hungry slut. It was like she thrived on fucking other people’s lives for her own happiness.
And Kyle was finally gone. After Alana kidnapped me, he took off without telling anyone. He was such a fucking pussy; never able to own up to anything he did. I hope he led a shitty life somewhere; he didn’t deserve anything more.
Today we were heading up to Maine to check out a place where we could open another Sweet Bites bakery and then we were also going to look for places to stay, maybe even a home. We decided we wanted to move up here, a nice quiet place to raise a family. I know Drake loved our hometown but I wanted to get away. There were too many bad memories here and I needed a change; a fresh start with Drake. Besides, Julie wanted to eventually make her way up here too. We used to go camping as a kid in Maine and we always said we wanted to live up here and raise our kids together. Julie was already ahead of me with her two little ones, but there was always room for more. I joked with her about having another one and I thought she was going to ring my neck. My parents were going to be looking for a place up here as well, a place to retire to. And Drake hoped his sisters would eventually come to us but we would have to see. Liz didn’t have any interest in moving but she did want to take over the bakery so Julie and her were going to hold down the fort for now while Drake and I got the one in Maine up and going. Liz didn’t want to own the business nor did I want to sell it, so she would just continue to work for me but now as business manager and she was going to need an assistant manager which I think Mackenzie would be perfect for. Lexi and Sawyer were still only staying part time for now.
Now, we were headed to Maine to live out this dream, to explore our options, and hope that everything would work out the way we wanted it to. I couldn’t wait to begin a life with Drake. My love, my life, my sweeter pleasure.
One year later…
The bakery was almost ready to be opened in Windsor, Maine, only some finishing touches left. My birthday was today and Drake had been acting funny for a couple of days which meant he was up to something. He was complete shit at keeping secrets so I always knew when he had a plan up his sleeve. I smiled to myself thinking of how much he liked to surprise me.
We had been living up here for about two months now. During the beginning construction of the bakery, we were able to handle everything over the phone which gave us time to plan our move and find a house. Drake and I couldn’t find a house we both loved so we ended up buying a piece of land and building exactly what we wanted. Drake had money still and I also had put a lot away so we were able to purchase the land and house outright. While the bakery and house were being built, I oversaw Liz taking over the bakery here, teaching her the ropes and having her shadow me. I taught her how to do the business pieces like payroll, accounting, etc., and she caught on quick like I knew she would.
We found the space for the bakery right away and construction began a few weeks later. The house search went on for about a month when we decided to buy the land and build a house. Construction began and then eight months later, the house was complete. We moved in shortly after and then focused on getting the new Sweet Bites opened up. The construction was pretty much done, as I wanted the kitchen and front set up exactly the same, and now Drake and I needed to start on inventory, staffing, marketing, etc. We were crazy busy, working long days together and apart, and then falling into bed together at night. But we always made time for each other. We were still fucking like rabbits and we went on a date once a week, our love never wavering.
My birthday fell on a Saturday that year and I was still snoozing in bed. Drake had gotten up a while ago and from the smells wafting into the bedroom, I could tell he was definitely cooking. I stretched sleepily just as the door opened, Drake filling the entire doorway with his presence. He carried a tray into the room, placing it next to me on the bed.
“Good morning, gorgeous. Happy birthday.” Drake leaned forward, pulling my lips into a deep kiss. I groaned, the heat between my legs instantaneously igniting.
“Morning, baby. Thank you for breakfast.” I glanced at the tray, seeing he made me a stack of pancakes, coffee, and a side of bacon. My mouth watered, the delicious smells filling my nose.
“Are you ready for a fun day today?” Drake asked as he began feeding me bites of my pancake. He loved to take care of me, and I didn’t mind one bit.
I nodded, reaching for my coffee. “What’s on the agenda?”
Drake shook his head, wagging his finger at me. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. You know I’m not going to tell you.”
I smirked at him with a huge chunk of pancake in my mouth. Drake laughed. “Hurry and eat so I can go ravish you in the shower.”
“Oh really?” I threw him a wink as I suddenly became a lot hungrier.
A couple hours later, I was freshly washed and fucked. Drake was driving me somewhere but wouldn’t tell me anything except to not dress fancy. When we finally pulled up to a carnival, I was beyond confused yet excited at the same time.
“A carnival? I haven’t been to one of these in ages!” My eyes roamed around, taking in the fun scenery. There were all of the normal carnival games and rides, including the famous Ferris wheel.
“I thought you might like it. I haven’t been to one in a long time either,” Drake said as he cut the engine, hopping out of the car. He opened my door a moment later, taking my hand and pulling me out of the car.
I walked along beside him and when my eyes caught the sign by the door of a barn, I was flooded with curiosity. It said, Cake Walk! Come Join the Fun!
I giggled as he pulled me up the steps. A cake walk? What the heck was that? I never knew what this man was going to think of next.
I pulled on Drake’s arm, making him lean his head down so I could whisper in his ear. “Um, what exactly is a cake walk?”
Drake leaned up, grinning down at me. His hand slid down and grabbed my ass, squeezing it quickly. “You’ll see baby.”
When we entered the place, it was buzzing with people, reminding me of an arcade. The air smelled like carnival food-corn dogs, popcorn, and cotton candy and there were a bunch of games going on. What was this place?
Drake walked us over to the cake walk area and put our names down to play. There were only two spots left out of the twenty spots. Wow, we just made it. I noticed he was looking around, almost anxiously, and I wondered what was up. Another couple came over and took the last two slots.
“What time does the game start?” I asked Drake, nerves and anxiety flooding through me.
“In about ten minutes.” We watched as they began setting up, twenty cake pictures being placed on the ground in a big circle. What the heck?
I glanced over to my right and saw a table with a cake, a label stating Prize underneath the cake stand. It was a cute cake, a bit sloppy with the roses and decorating, like the person was just a novice. But hey good for them for trying. I hated to decorate cakes, my artiilities failing me miserably.
Drake tugged on my hand and brought my focus back to the game. A man was now standing in front of us, beckoning anyone who was playing to gather closer.
“Welcome ladies and gentleman to the tenth annual cake walk! Let’s get the game going with the directions first!” He waved his hand around towards the circle of cake mats and we all glanced over.
“Everyone is going to pick a cake to stand on. When the music begins to play, you w
alk, moving from each cake mat to the next. When the music stops, you stop on the cake mat that you are closest too. We will then draw a random number of one through twenty. Whoever is standing on the winning number wins that delicious looking cake over there.” He pointed to the cake I was just curiously checking out.
Oh this was so cute.
“Let’s begin!” With that, he opened the gate and we all hurried inside, picking our cake mat. Drake took sixteen, so I took seventeen behind him. When the music began, we walked in the circle. The music played for a while, as everyone enjoyed a long cake walk. I found it a little silly but I enjoyed it, the cuteness factor making me smile. When the music stopped, we all stopped moving and I landed on number seven, my favorite number of all. Drake grabbed my hand, his whole face lit up.
“Okay, let’s draw the winning number!!” The man in charge reached into a bucket, swirling his hand around for a few moments. When he lifted the number out, his eyes lit up, and he bellowed out, “Seven!”
What? That was me! I never win!
Drake grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the cake table. “Bree, baby, you won! Look at that delicious cake!”
I was giggling, purely at the fact that I won this game that took no skill at all, but had so much fun anyways. We stood in front of the cake, and I laughed at its poor decoration, the person obviously trying so hard to make it look nice.
I looked back at Drake and he was staring down at me, not saying anything, his eyes full of love. “Look at the cake again, Bree.”
I glanced back at the cake, his words confusing me and that’s when I saw it. The ring box nestled in the top of the cake. My heart stopped beating and I gasped for air. Oh my fucking God.
I couldn’t speak, my hands flying to my face. Tears welled in my eyes and threatened to spill over.
