Always On My Mind: A Bad Boy Rancher Love Story (The Dawson Brothers Book 1)

by Ali Parker

  "I'm starving. Let's get something to eat." Drake moved his arm off Sicily and grabbed her hand. She moved closer, needing to remind herself that she was his girl. He hadn't given Izzy a second glance, much less a first.

  No wonder. She's his sister, idiot.

  Sicily glanced toward the pretty girl as she walked through the terminal with her head up. She looked like the type of woman who owned everyone and everything. Too bad D looked like that exact same type. No wonder they fought all the time. They were both struggling to be on top.

  Squeezing Drake's hand, Sicily realized that she was okay letting him lead. She wanted him to.

  He glanced back and winked at her, smiling like he'd won the lottery.

  She'd been so damned lonely not seeing her brothers for the last few months, but she could go back any time. Drake didn't have that option. How lonely his life must have been. What was he up against to have to have done some of the things he did? Was his father forcing him into leadership in the syndicate? Is that why he ran?

  "What do you guys feel like?" D turned and pinned her with a stare.

  She swallowed hard and ignored the feeling of being judged and found lacking. "I'm good with anything."

  "Something in the next town over, preferably. All I need is to run into old friends." Drake shook his head and moved to the turnstile for their bags. D moved up to help him as Izzy took a seat beside Sicily.

  "So Demetri tells me that you own your own bakery. That's pretty cool."

  Is she making fun of me? Sicily glanced down at Izzy and tried to figure her out.

  "Yeah. It's always been a dream of mine and since my degree is in culinary arts, it just worked out." Sicily shrugged and took a seat next to the bombshell.

  Thank God I've lost some weight. If I had to sit here next to her a few weeks back… there would be no damn way.

  "I love to cook. I just don't have much time to do it." Izzy turned her gaze from Sicily and toward the boys. "Drake's a good man."

  "Yeah. He's great." Sicily sat back and forced herself to make conversation. "He says his brother is quite a great guy, too."

  "D?" Izzy turned and let out a tight laugh. "He's an asshole at best. Don't let Drake sell you on that superhero bullshit."

  Sicily chuckled, seeing right through the woman's facade. She was in love with the handsome guy, and the sad thing was, he probably knew it.

  "I'm thinking pasta would be good for dinner. You?" Sicily turned her attention back to Drake, letting her eyes roll down his strong back and the perfect swell of his ass.

  "Yeah. I love pasta. We eat it eight days a week at home." Izzy chuckled and stood up. "They seem to have the bags. Come on. We'll take you guys to the hotel after dinner."

  ***

  The meal was great, but the company was awkward at best. Sicily let out a soft sigh when D dropped her and Drake off at the hotel. He rolled down the window as they got out of the car.

  "I'll pick you up tomorrow at ten to go see momma. Be ready, okay? We have an hour window at the hospital. That's all I could pull off." D glanced from Drake to Sicily.

  She nodded as if agreeing, though the conversation wasn't with her.

  "Okay. Thanks, man. See you guys tomorrow." Drake turned and took Sicily's hand as the long black Lincoln in front of them drove off. "You okay? You were quiet at dinner."

  "Yeah, I guess." Sicily shrugged and reached for her bag, pushing it into the hotel before Drake could grab it. She moved to the front desk, hoping that he would drop it. Explaining how she felt like the frog amongst royalty would just leave her looking like a puffed up brat. Spending her first full night with Drake wasn't going down like that. She could tuck away her insecurities and deal with them later.

  "Drake DeMarco. It might be under Demetri." Drake moved up to the counter and gave her a look that said they weren't done with the conversation.

  "Yes, sir. It seems to be under Demetri. Everything is paid for. Here's your key and your pass-code is twenty-six-twelve." The clerk looked up and smiled. "Someone will bring your bags up shortly. There is a full bar and stocked kitchenette as well. Enjoy, Mr. DeMarco."

  "Thank you." Drake turned and took Sicily's hand. "Leave your bag here. It will be brought up."

  "Are you sure?" She glanced around before giving up on understanding the way the hotel operated. "I'm not wearing this all weekend if our stuff gets lost."

  "Why? You look incredible in it."

  "Please. Izabella looks incredible. I look like..."

  He stopped and pulled her toward him roughly. His fingers slid into her hair and he bent down, consuming her thoughts with the strong press of his lips to hers. His free hand slid over her hip and cupped her butt, pulling her closer to him.

  She lifted up on her toes, wanting more from him. The feel of him pressed tightly to her left the world fading fast. They needed to get into the room. Spending the night exploring his body was something she'd been dreaming about since the day they met. She was finally at the point of not having to shove those thoughts and feelings away anymore.

  Drake broke the kiss, licking at her lips before growling softly. "No more negative comments. You look like a woman I want to bury my face, my hands, my cock deep inside of. Do you think I would be attracted to an ugly or overweight woman?"

  "No," Sicily whispered as a shiver ran down the length of her spine. His words drove into her, leaving her desperate for him to fulfill them.

  "Good. Then hush about that shit. Izzy is my sister." He smiled. "Gross."

  She laughed and walked to the elevator, trying to calm the sporadic beating of her heart. "Why do we need a pass-code to get to our room?"

  "Because it's the penthouse. I told you my brother is a fucking showoff."

  "I like him." Sicily wagged her eyebrows and let out a yelp as Drake dropped their bags and pushed her against the back wall of elevator as it closed.

  "More than me?" He slid his hands down the sides of her thighs and pressed his hips forward, grinding against her a little.

  "Will it get me into trouble if I say yes?" She smiled up at him, loving the attention that he gave her.

  "I'll spank your naked ass and force you to rescind the comment."

  "Then yes." She let out a deep laugh as he buried his face into the side of her neck and pretended to eat at her. "Stop. Fine. Stop. I like you better."

  He moved back and pressed his nose to hers. "I like you only."

  "Me too." Sicily tilted her head a little and brushed her lips by his. "Make love to me tonight."

  "Can I fuck you first? I'll make love to you after I get rid of this incredible desire I've had to make you scream my name."

  "Wow." She swallowed hard and kissed him again. "How long have you had this desire?"

  "Since the night we painted your bakery." He kissed her again and rolled himself against her.

  She groaned softly, her body aching for everything she knew he was capable of doing to her. "I don't want to wait any longer."

  "Good. You don't have a choice anyway." The door opened and he bend down, scooping her up and walking to the large double doors at the end of the hall.

  "Put me down, Drake. I weigh too much for this."

  "That's two spankings so far for you, missy."

  "I'm serious."

  He put her down and unlocked the door before moving back toward her. She swatted at him and ran into the room, turning to face him as he stalked toward her.

  "I've going to enjoy this so much."

  "What? Enjoy what?" Sicily backed up as her pulse raced.

  His sexy mouth turned up into a smile as he stopped in front of her. "Tasting and touching every part of you. Take your clothes off for me, baby. I want to watch you."

  Sicily nodded and turned her back to him, pulling her shirt over her head and undoing her bra as sensually as she could manage with shaky hands.

  He groaned as Sicily let out a short puff of air. She had to look like an idiot, but his soft sounds of appreciation drove her forward. She
undid her pants and slid them down her thighs, bending over and internally cringing a little at having her ass in the air with nothing more than a thin strip of lace covering it.

  "Oh God, yes." Drake moved closer and slid his hands over her rear before pulling her up and pressing himself to the back of her. His fingers moved up her ribs to cup her breasts as he kneaded them softly. The warmth of his breath on her neck caused her to shiver. "You have to be the most beautiful woman in the whole world. Do you hear me?"

  She leaned back against him, rubbing her ass against the front of his jeans. "As long as you think so. That's all I want."

  "Good girl." He licked at the side of her neck, one of his hands slipping from her breast and gliding down until he tucked his fingers inside her panties. He groaned again and she whimpered, jutting her hips out from instinct. "Mmmm... Sicily. Someone's needy and wet, baby."

  "Me," she whispered, losing her train of thought. Nothing mattered but the sexy bastard behind her. Not who she was or what she thought of herself. Not who he had been or what would become of them. Only pleasure. The need for pleasure raged through her and forced her to stay with him in the moment.

  His fingers slid down the slick skin of her sex, and he groaned against her ear as the pad of one of his fingers rimmed her entrance. "I want in here."

  "Please?" She arched again, taking a little of him inside of her. White hot heat rolled across her and she closed her eyes, wanting to memorize the brilliance of his touch.

  Drake moved back and turned her as she grumbled. He chuckled and leaned down, brushing his lips across hers. "Go get on your hands and knees on the bed. I want to taste you. I have imagined it a million times."

  She glanced up, never having let a man do something so intimate to her before. "Drake..."

  "Hush. Panties off and on your hands and knees. I'm going to take my time with you. Don't ask me not to." He slid his thumb over her bottom lip and took a shaky breath. "You're everything I've ever wanted. Did you know that?"

  Chapter 25

  He moved back and nodded to the bed, expecting her to follow his directives completely. She was a strong-willed woman, but when it came to the bedroom, he would be in charge, at least the first few times. He wanted to move from fucking to making love to her, but it wasn't going to happen for a while. He needed to prove himself to her, to bring her to climax over and over. The very thought of hearing her soft moans lift higher and higher sent a bolt of lightning straight to his groin.

  He turned as she slid her panties off and crawled up on the bed. Her ass was bigger than most women he'd been with, but nothing turned him on more. He was done wasting time trying to win her over. The assumption was that she was his and wanted to be for a long time. She wouldn't have come on the trip otherwise. She trusted him and that meant the world to him.

  Kneeling in front of the bed, he reached out and slid his hand over her ass, pressing down softly on her lower back. "Arch hard for me, baby. Stretch your hands out and lay your pretty face on the bed."

  She moaned softly, but did as he said.

  "So beautiful," he whispered, taking her in slowly as he massaged the curves of her ass with his fingers. Not willing to wait any longer, he licked his lips and moved forward, lapping at her once as she tensed. "Feel my hands on you, Sicily. Just relax and enjoy, sweet girl. Let me fuck you."

  She mumbled something, but he ignored her, leaning in and taking his time to cover every inch of her swollen sex in his kisses. He bathed her with his tongue until her breathing hitched.

  "Stop, Drake. I'm almost there."

  "Good. Let me taste it." He pressed his mouth to her and sucked hard, flicking the tip of his tongue against her clit and positioning himself to let his thumb sink into her just above his face.

  She screamed and he lit into her hard and fast, not willing to give up the ecstasy she was racing toward. Sicily pressed back on him, her body squeezing his thumb as the sweet flavor of her orgasm hit him. He growled again and moved his hand, taking her by the thighs and losing himself against her. She came again almost immediately, the feel of her body convulsing almost forcing him to join her. He'd been with a few women, but never anything like what he had with her. It was because love played a part in the moment.

  I love her.

  She moved forward, flattening herself to the bed and rocking against it as her ass bounced a little. Her soft moans mixed with whimpers were enough to undo him completely.

  "God that was incredible." Drake patted her ass once and stood up, pulling his T-shirt over his back and getting rid of his jeans as quickly as he could. He crawled up on the bed and laid down across her back, tucking his cock between the soft cheeks of her ass. Tilting his hips, he lined himself up with the entrance to her body, pushing a little against it.

  "I want more of that," she whispered and turned her face toward him as best she could.

  "There's lots more where that came from. It's one of my favorite things to do."

  She smiled and licked at her lips. "I need to return the favor."

  "Not now you don't. I've got you all loosened up. Time to enjoy myself immensely." He kissed the side of her face.

  "You want me back on my knees?" Her voice was soft and sweet.

  "No. Stay where you are. I love feeling your skin against mine." He licked at her shoulder before pressing his teeth into her as his cock pressed against her tightness.

  "Oh God," she groaned and turned away from him, pressing her forehead to the bed. "I haven’t done this in forever."

  "Good. I want to be all you remember when you think of making love." He pushed in farther, groaning as his cock pulsed with the need to come.

  Not yet. Hold off as long as you can.

  She arched her hips, lifting her ass and him a little into the air. He pressed in farther as his ability to maintain control snapped. He pushed up and moved to his knees before taking her perfect ass and lifting it a little more as he jerked back out, his need to thrust fast and hard taking control of everything.

  She cried out and he slowed a little, rubbing his thumbs over her soft flesh. "Are you okay, baby? Too much?"

  "It's so good, Drake. Don't stop. Please." She jerked back on him, and he growled loudly before rocking against her wetness.

  The smell of their sex combined with the sound of their fucking urged him toward the cliff of orgasm. He glanced down at the beautiful woman spread out before him. His heart swelled inside of him. How could she ever want anything to do with him?

  He would never be able to figure it out, but she did.

  "Your thumb..." she groaned against the bed.

  "What about it baby?" Drake rubbed his fingers over her again and glanced down to watch how well she took him inside of her.

  "Put it in my ass. Please?"

  He paused for a minute as her request caused his balls to tighten completely. He was going to come. "Yeah of course, baby. Anything."

  He gripped her hip hard as he licked his thumb and pressed it to her ass, his focus on her and not on the raging need to release himself inside of her. She groaned loudly as her body tightened around his. She was coming again and he wasn't going to miss the chance to join her. He worked himself in and out of her until the world dissolved around him.

  The guttural cry that left him shook him to his very core.

  Mine. She's mine forever.

  ***

  Drake woke the next morning wrapped around the beautiful woman in front of him. Memories of the night before had his cock on full alert and ready to replace his thumb. How badly he had wanted to offer the night before, but it seemed too much. He worked to get his arm out from underneath her, before getting out of the bed.

  Stopping beside the bed, he glanced down at her and moved a long silky strand of her black hair off her shoulder. "I love you."

  She didn't move, but seemed to be lost to deep sleep, which was a good thing. He wasn't sure she was ready to hear his true feelings seeing that they'd only been dating for a week or so. He'd been after
her for six months though. His feeling spawned back at the beginning, not recently.

  He walked to the bathroom and took a quick shower, washing the scent of her off of him. He lamented at the idea, but knew that she would give him another chance to coat himself in her. Smiling at the thought, he towel dried his hair and walked into the room, grabbing a pair of athletic shorts from his bag.

  He worked to get them on before walking to the kitchen to start breakfast. There was anything someone could want in the fridge, and where oatmeal was his go-to breakfast most days of the week, this weekend he wanted to splurge with her.

  Working quickly, he fried up bacon, made toast, and cooked a few eggs before walking to kneel beside the bed.

  "Baby. You need to start moving around. I made us breakfast. Come eat with me and we'll get ready to go see my mother." He kissed the side of her face as she mumbled something about five more minutes. "Now, sexy girl."

  She groaned and tossed a pillow at him as he walked back into the kitchen. "Remind me to never have you on my dodgeball team. Your aim is horrible."

  He laughed and poured her a cup of coffee. The sound of her chuckling just behind him caused his heart to still. Turning, he extended the cup and let his eyes roam across the beauty of her curvaceous body as she stood on full display before him.

  "You cooked bacon? I thought you didn't eat unhealthy crap." She smiled and moved toward him, lifting to her toes and kissing him softly.

  He pressed himself against her and licked at her mouth before brushing his nose over her ear. "You’re bad for my health. What can I say?"

  "Well, I am a baker." She laughed and pulled back. "I'm taking a quick shower and then we'll eat. That okay?"

  "Yep. We’ve got a microwave. Just make it fast or I'll be in there with you. The thought of taking you in the shower is..." He grunted.

  "When my body's wet and covered in soap? I love sex in the shower." She walked into the bathroom and let out a yelp as he charged toward her playfully.