Felisha Goulding's Stolen Innocence Series

by Felisha Goulding

  Content, Meg closed her eyes. Her mind now filled with wonderful thoughts and so many possibilities. Slowly, her eyes grew heavy and she drifted off.

  Chapter 5

  A few hours later, Matt woke them upon arrival. They slept through most of the drive there. Their bodies were equally worn out from the last twenty-four hours of hot sizzling sex and talks in between. They stepped outside the car, and the weather couldn’t have been more perfect. The air was still, not a cloud could be seen in the clear blue sky, and the smell of flowers tickled Meg’s senses. She took hold of Drake’s hand and started walking toward the little shops. Confidently, she led the way. She had only visited here a few times herself but the place was small, and it wasn’t difficult to navigate your way around.

  Trees had been planted neatly in the middle of the busy streets and colorful flowers gave the little town an intimate atmosphere and a polished look. Close to Niagara Falls, Niagara-on-the-lake is well known for being a quiet romantic getaway for two. Wine distilleries surrounded the area, antique gift shops were lined up along the streets, items displayed in windows were inviting to the eye. The town itself shut down in the early evening hours adding to the very quiet and romantic ambiance and authenticity of the culture found here.

  They took in the sights and walked through the quiet little town. Meg stopped and turned to him. “I thought it would be nice to spend a quiet day here, just the two of us. I promise you’ll enjoy it,” she smiled up at him. “I’ve been here a few times and I love it. It takes you away from the real world and it feels like stepping back in time, you know?” Drake had a distant look on his face and Meg hesitated a moment. “Drake, what is it? We don’t have to stay here if you don’t want to.” She couldn’t hide her disappointment at the idea of leaving but wanted him to be happy and to enjoy their short time together.

  “Are you kidding me? I was just looking at you and appreciating your beauty. As much as you say this place takes your breath away. You, Meggie Malone, are the only person who has ever made me hold my breath by simply being near you.”

  At a total loss for words, she had no idea how she could possibly top that compliment. She stared back at him and smiled softly, thanking him for his kind words. For the first time in a long time, she felt wanted and she felt beautiful. “Drake, you have no idea how much that means to me to hear you say those words. I wish you didn’t have to leave so soon.”

  He rested his forehead against hers. “Me too. I have a few things to wrap up, but when I get back, I want you waiting for me, preferably naked and on a bed,” he said in a husky voice. He nibbled on her earlobe and Meg’s breathe hitched at the intimate contact.

  “You said Japan, right?”

  “Yes, well, first Los Angeles for a two-day business meeting, then I’m off to Japan for, I’m not even sure. I’m guessing ten to fifteen days or so before I head back.

  “You’ll call me the minute you land?”

  “God, yes, Meggie. I plan on calling you every day. I promise you. I don’t know how I’m going to manage being away from you for that long. Why don’t you come with me?”

  “As much as I would love to see Japan and spend more time with you, you’ll be busy with meetings, leaving me to myself with not much to do in a place I’m not familiar with. Not to mention I don’t know the language. Besides, I have a lot to do at the office. I’m sure Frank will need me around to help wrap up this sale and tie up any loose ends during the transition.”

  Drake stared back at her. His brow formed that signature straight line. It was as if she had delivered an answer that he couldn’t quite comprehend. He looked a little hurt and upset that she would turn down spending all that time with him. “Come on, Drake. Don’t give me that look, my head is spinning from everything that’s going on in my life right now but in a good way, you know?” Reaching up, she pulled his lips down to meet hers and swept her tongue gently over the fullness of his bottom lip. His lips parted and slowly she worked her way inside, she kissed him hard, needing the connection, giving him everything she felt. It was odd how they connected so quickly in such a short time, but there was no denying how they felt toward one another.

  * * * *

  Two hours later, after visiting every shop on the strip, they decided to head back. “Wait here,” he said. “I want to get you something,” Before she could respond, he disappeared into the little shop. Before closing the door, he turned back and pointed his finger at her. “And no peeking,” he said. She smiled curiously at him and watched as he closed the door behind him, leaving her standing alone outside. An empty feeling came over her and she felt lost without his touch, especially knowing that Monday was right around the corner. She sighed deeply and waited.

  Ten minutes must have passed before Drake finally came out of the shop with a small gift bag in tow. “Okay, my turn,” she said. “And no peeking, Mr. Noble, promise me?” she pointed her finger, scolding him.

  She was rewarded with one of his heart wrenching smiles. “I promise,” he assured her.

  Carefully, she looked over the ornaments on the tree in the little holiday gift shop. Meg chose a deep shiny red tree ornament. The vibrant color gave her a feeling of happiness. She handed it to the store clerk with special instructions for an inscription. The gift was a simple gesture, but a reminder of their weekend together.

  With their bags in hand, they continued to walk a little further down until they found themselves on the corner of Picton and King where they stumbled upon a quaint little restaurant. The lineup to get inside was a little long and Meg turned to Drake. “Forget it, there’s no use. Just look at the line-up, we’ll never get in there. We can grab something in a drive-thru on our way back.” Meg was disappointed; her stomach was growling at this point and she knew he was hungry too. They both could use a nice meal right about now.

  Drake asked Meg to wait a moment while he went inside to see if they had anything available. She called him crazy and stood outside and waited. “Maybe paying someone a shitload of money worked in NYC, but not here,” she muttered under breath. Less than three minutes later, he returned, with a cocky grin. “Our table is waiting.” He wore that “Trust me, I know what I’m doing look.”

  Meg shook her head and laughed. “You’re kidding me, right? Just like that!”

  “Yeah, I made up a little white lie and they bought it.”

  “Oh? What exactly did you tell them, Drake?” Meg couldn’t wait to hear this one.

  “I can’t give away all my secrets now, can I?” he said with a crooked smile.

  The waitress led them to a small private table in the far back corner of the restaurant. She disappeared just before Drake pulled out a chair for Meg to take a seat.

  A few moments later, the waitress returned with two glasses of ice water and two dinner menus. They both reached for the water and immediately emptied their glasses. They laughed and their hands came together in the middle of the table. “So,” Meg said, looking at his shadowed face. He hadn’t shaved that morning, and boy, did that ever give him a sexy look. The look that says I got laid and she kept me up all night long. Meg’s face flushed as she thought back to her night with him.

  “What do you feel like eating?”

  His eyes slowly traveled downward, taking in her beauty, her sexy long neck. When he got to her breasts, he swallowed hard. His eyes grew dark. “Hmmm, I would say food, but I have a craving for something far more delectable.” His voice was low and he licked his lips and leaned forward.

  Heat washed over her and warm fluid flowed between her thighs, she wiggled in her seat at the growing sensation, trying to ignore the tingle that settled there. She closed her eyes at the memory of his touch. She would be lying if she didn’t say she was starving, but food aside, she could use something sweet like Drake right about now, as well. Meg fixed her eyes on him and squeezed her thighs, knowing she would have to wait. At least until they got back to the limo. Maybe she would ask him to close the privacy window, and they wouldn’t have to wait
so long. Drake was quiet, and he watched her intently. She wanted badly to know exactly what he was thinking. The heat between them continued to grow, and she felt like she was burning alive with the need for him to touch her. She wanted him right now, and she couldn’t wait a moment longer. Meg was on the verge of saying to hell with dinner.

  “Do you have to use the washroom?” he asked in a whisper. “I could meet you there in say ten seconds,” he added.

  “But, what if we get…”

  He reached over the table. Shush, one long finger pressed against her lips, “Don’t worry. Go check it out, go directly into the stall, stand up once you’re inside and place both hands flat against the wall with your ass in the air. Spread your legs apart and wait for me, just like that, Meggie, just as I asked. I’ll be right behind you, I promise,” he whispered.

  The waitress returned, ready to take their order. Drake didn’t look away from Meg, not even for a second. He placed their order quickly; the darkness in his eyes took her in to his world, and she found herself pulled toward him without actually moving. Everything around her seemed to have disappeared, and the only sound she could hear was the sound of his voice. “We’ll have two glasses of your finest red wine, two garden salads, balsamic vinaigrette dressing, and two salmon dinners with rice. Oh, and please make sure the salmon hasn’t been anywhere near shellfish as Meggie has a deathly allergy to shellfish.” He warned the waitress.

  The waitress took their order. She couldn’t take her eyes off Drake and of course Meg could certainly relate to that. He was definitely something to look at. She cursed under her breath at the waitress, wanting her to finish their order and to get lost. Drake continued to study Meg intently. “Will that be all, sir?” the waitress asked.

  “Yes, thank you,” he said without looking her way.

  She finally left their table and Meg couldn’t help but ask, “Why do you always order for me?”

  “I never really thought about it. Does it offend you? I didn’t mean to. It makes me feel good to look after you.”

  Admittedly, if Drake were any other man, she would have been offended, but he had this way of doing things and making her feel like she was the center of his universe. She welcomed that feeling and embraced it. “No, I’m not at all offended. You’re just different than any man I’ve ever met.”

  He leaned over and whispered. “Go to the washroom, Meggie. I can’t wait another minute.”

  Less than thirty seconds later, Meg found herself in a bathroom stall of the women’s washroom, standing with both palms planted against the cool tiles of the wall above the toilet, exactly as he’d suggested. Excitement coursed through her body at the sound of the door opening followed by the familiar sound of a low male voice, “Meggie, are you in here?” he whispered.

  “Yes, I’m in the third stall,” she whispered in return and managed to push the stall door open with one foot. Immediately, she felt Drake’s hard body against her bottom. His already erect penis pushed against her. With one hand, he hiked up her dress and bunched it around her waist. “I’ve been walking around all day with a hard on, Meggie, thinking about how very naked you are under this dress, no panties. I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

  He slid one finger though her sensitive folds and penetrated her deep inside. He pulled away and then moved his hand around to her mouth, where she parted her lips and tasted herself. “You’re so fucking wet, Meggie. I can’t wait to get inside you. You’re so hot and so ready for me.” His breathing grew heavy and felt warm against her ear. She quivered in reaction to the feel of him, to the words that escaped his mouth and she lost herself to the moment.

  Silence filled the room followed by the sound of a zipper being lowered. Excitement coursed through her body and her womb throbbed in anticipation. Drake struggled behind her and cursed under his breath before she heard the unmistakable sound of a foil packet being ripped open. His hands caressed over the smoothness of her buttocks and she felt the head of his cock nudge at her entrance. Excitement along with adrenaline for fear of potentially getting caught having sex in such a public place took over her senses.

  With one quick push, he was buried balls deep inside her. She couldn’t stop the moan that escaped her throat at the burning sensation. Drake held her hips, allowing her the time to adjust to his fullness before moving again. It didn’t take long before they were both panting and thrusting into one another as though they couldn’t get enough. Drake’s hand came around to her front where he pulled the material away from her breasts. The other gripped her waist securely. He covered the fullness of her breasts where he squeezed and manipulated her nipple into a tight hard peak. He pinched down hard, and Meg was rewarded with a sensation that traveled straight to her womb where she spasmed repeatedly. She moaned in appreciation of his undoing. His hand moved down further to her swollen clit where he massaged and Meg felt her world slip away. Desire raced through her and she couldn’t stop herself from screaming his name. The sound of flesh slapping hard against one another filled the tiny stall and before she knew it, her entire world blissfully fell apart.

  Drake raised his hand to her mouth; he stuck two digits inside to help drown out the long, hard moans that escaped her; the sounds that replaced the silence around them. Meg was taken over the edge and into ecstasy. She sucked and moaned around his fingers slowly, trying not to bite, as her release shook her body uncontrollably. The bathroom door opened and footsteps followed, someone went into the stall next to them.

  Drake cursed under his breath and was thankful the stalls were made for privacy. The walls went from the floor up to the ceiling. No one would know what they were up to provided Meggie was able to remain quiet a moment longer. They both stopped moving and then ever so slowly he made his way in and out of her wet channel as they waited patiently for the person to leave. When the toilet flushed and the sound of running water stopped, the door to the bathroom opened and then closed again. Drake rammed in to her with great force. He removed his fingers from her mouth and grasped her hips in a tight hold. He pounded into her, he was so close, he was right there and Meg felt the onset of another orgasm approach her.

  Her legs went limp and she felt weak from the second orgasm that hit her hard, she simply wanted to collapse on the floor beneath her. She tried her best to stay in place when she felt Drake grip her more firmly. He steadied her with both hands and continued to pump in and out of her with purpose, faster and faster until she heard the familiar grunt from behind and his body weight fell forward on to her back. His hands covered hers up against the wall. She felt every pulse of semen spill into the condom. They remained there breathing heavily for a few moments and then she felt his erection soften just before he pulled out. He kissed along the side of her neck and sucked softly over her pulse sending a final shiver through her. Meg tried her best to recover from the orgasms and finally found the strength to extract her palms from the wall. “That was close,” she panted out. She was still trying to catch her breath. Drake’s hands caressed the globes of her perfect buttocks slowly before her pulled her dress downward. He turned her toward him and took her into a passionate kiss. She didn’t think he really cared that anyone walked in, his focus was on her and on the intimate moment they were sharing.

  He left the stall first and Meg followed shortly afterward. On one hand, Meg thought she’d lost her mind. On the other, she was flying high and thrilled to the core. That was the kind of excitement that most women spent time daydreaming about. It was exhilarating, living on the edge and downright naughty. Meg loved every moment of it.

  * * * *

  Back at the table, wine and salads were waiting for them. Although they both looked innocent enough, Meg could only imagine how flushed her face was at that very moment. She leaned toward him, “I can’t believe we just did that,” she giggled like a girl in high school before she eased back into her chair and watched him thoughtfully.

  With a smirk on his face he replied, “I have no idea what you’re talking about,”
he said looking around the room at the people who were obviously caught up in their own world. No one seemed to have noticed either of them missing, nor did they care.

  “Do you have any idea how bad you are for me, Drake Noble?” she said with a smug look on her face.

  “No, quite the contrary, Ms. Malone. I believe I am very good for you. Very good for you, indeed,” he replied with a sexy grin. Meg couldn’t help but smile back at the man that continued to take her by surprise at every corner.

  “So tell me, what is your secret? How did you get this table when there was a huge line up outside? Was it your good looks and charm that got us in here?” the corners of her mouth turned up. She was teasing him.

  “No, no, not at all, I wish it were that easy. I told them that you’re pregnant, we’ve been walking all day, and you’re about to pass out from hunger. I also told the waitress that we frequent here quite often, we drove here all the way from Toronto and that you had a craving for dinner at this very restaurant.”

  “Are you serious?” she laughed. Then her face grew more serious. “Drake, we’re having wine. What will they think when they see a pregnant woman drinking alcohol?”

  “Well, it worked, didn’t it?” he said as he chuckled lightly at her response.

  “You’re trouble, but you think fast and I like it,” she offered. Meg winked at him, “It kind of turns me on.”

  “That saucy and very sexy little mouth of yours deserves to be filled, Ms. Malone.”

  “Oh, and let me guess, you’re the guy to do it?”

  “Yeah, I think you owe me one for getting us in here,” he says with a sheepish grin.

  “You know, I think you’re right and I would love to pay you back later this evening.” She looked him over and just thinking about greedily taking him into her mouth made Meg whimper in appreciation. The sound was faint but escaped her throat and she knew he was inside her head, reading her like a book.