Wishing For A Happily Ever After (I Wish Book 2)

by Lisa Helen Gray

  “Nope. I’m staying for the show.” He makes a point of taking a front row seat, grinning like a damn fool. As soon as Ada claps, sitting next to him, he snatches her handbag from her.

  She pouts before glaring at me like it’s my fault she got caught slipping drink into her lemonade.

  “Oh God,” I whisper, stepping onto the stage. I walk up to Tobias, glaring at him. He chuckles, shaking his head as he passes me a spare mic. “What do you want me to sing?”

  “Do you know ‘When I Fall in Love?’”

  I do. It’s one of my mum’s favourites.

  I nod, taking the mic, and watch as he signals to his bandmates to start. My heart is beating so wildly, I pray I don’t pass out before the song ends.

  Or vomit.

  The last time I vomited was in school when they made me stand up in front of the entire student body and make a speech on bullying. It was humiliating. Took me years to get over the embarrassment.

  I’m okay one-on-one, but put me front and centre of something and I’m a nervous ball of energy.

  As I sing the words about giving my heart away, my eyes drift to Drake, knowing with everything inside me that I’ve given him mine completely.

  His eyes widen as he watches me, darkening to the point that they look almost demonic. The heat in them surprises me and I duck my head, blushing.

  My gaze drifts over everyone else, but when I see their shocked, surprised faces and bright smiles, I look away, my eyes going back to Drake so I don’t start falling over my words.

  When we reach the part where Tobias and I sing together, I turn to him, closing my eyes as I pour out the soulful words, meaning every single one of them as I think of Drake. Tobias grins, just as surprised as the rest of the group when I open my eyes. He winks before turning to the crowd, using his smooth voice to entice them.

  The minute the round of applause almost bursts my eardrums, I want to die of mortification. I smile, pretend to do a little bow and go to step down, but before my foot hits the first step, Drake is there. The heat in his eyes burns through me.

  “You are one amazing woman,” he whispers hoarsely.

  “Drake,” I whisper back, affected by the intensity in his voice.

  He grabs my hips, his touch igniting the fire inside me that only burns for him.

  He throws me over his shoulder and I gasp. “Drake. Everyone is watching.”

  “I don’t care,” he tells me, swatting my arse.

  Everyone in the room cheers, catcalling and whistling. The music has stopped, the band obviously enjoying my discomfort, so when the door bursts open, slamming against the wall, it echoes around the room.

  “There’s a snake in my shower!” Aaron screams, to the point I can almost hear tears in his voice.

  “There’s a snake on my plane.” I don’t know who shouted it but I burst out laughing, almost forgetting I’m hanging upside down from Drake’s shoulders.

  He doesn’t seem to care about Aaron, or his sheer terror, never mind the fact that there could actually be a snake in his shower.

  The minute we’re out of the room, he slides me down his body until my legs are wrapped around him and he’s kissing me. Aaron is long forgotten.

  Drake is my only focus.

  I kiss him back, running my fingers through his hair. How he manages to keep walking, not missing a step or falling over, is hot. It proves he has one thing on his mind, and that’s to get me to his room safely so he can have his wicked way with me.

  It doesn’t take us long to get to his bedroom, but I still have most of his shirt buttons undone and have completely messed up his styled hair.

  He kicks the door shut behind us, not once removing his lips from mine. He turns us, slamming me against the door as he runs his hand up my thigh, reaching between my legs.

  My head drops back against the door and I release an embarrassing moan when his fingers slide easily through my wet slit.

  After that, it’s all hands, tongues, and a lot of grinding. Sex with Drake is out of this world, and each and every time he’s made me feel special, sexy and wanted. But the way he ravages my mouth as he drops me to my feet has my sex clenching, seconds away from exploding.

  When he rips the dress from my body, tearing his lips away from mine, I let out a pitiful groan. I don’t have to wait long until he’s kissing me again, walking me backwards towards his… bathroom.

  “Why are we going into the bathroom?” I ask through pants.

  He chuckles against my lips, his fingers undoing my bra expertly. “Because I’m going to fuck you in the shower. I need to wash away tonight so that when I wake up, all I smell is you.”

  My breath hitches at his promised words. His eyes slowly travel down my body and he groans as he takes one breast into his hand. He licks his lips before bending down, devouring me.

  “Please,” I moan, throwing my head back.

  Just when I think he’s going to put me out of my misery, he takes my other nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling to the point I feel my core tightening. And I know, I just know, he could make me come like this.

  But I want him inside me. Where he belongs.

  He picks me up, carrying me into the shower and blindly reaching for the taps to turn the water on. The cold water drowns me, though instead of cooling me down, it only ignites the fire inside me.

  I grab the pipe behind me as Drake lifts me, wrapping my legs around his body.

  “Oh God,” I cry out when he thrusts inside me.

  He feels good.

  So damn good.

  He stills inside me, his head going to the crook of my neck as he groans, his hands on my hips tightening.

  He needs to move. I need him to move. I’m torn between screaming out in frustration and screaming at him to move.

  “Drake, please.” I’m not ashamed to beg.

  “Hold on tight,” he grits out, pulling out until the tip is at my entrance before slamming back inside me.

  I hold on to his shoulders, my nails digging in as I continue to cry out in pleasure. Sex with Aaron was boring, dull, but with Drake, all of it is a new experience.

  I roll my hips, moving against him as he thrusts harder. My core tightens with each thrust, the promise of it being explosive shimmering to the edge.

  When it all becomes too much, I lean back again, holding the pipe above me, needing something to anchor me as I shove down hard on him, needing that fullness only he can give me.

  He growls as he captures my nipple with his mouth. The second his teeth scrape against the sensitive bud as he thrusts in one more time, I explode, screaming out the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever felt.

  “Fuck,” he groans, and it registers that I just pulled the pipe off the wall. It doesn’t seem to matter because the second it breaks off, Drake slams his hand behind me, and I hear what must be the taps falling to the floor with a ping.

  When the water stops, he pulls away, but only long enough to move us out of the shower and into the bathroom. He doesn’t separate us, or make any move to, which only causes me to tighten around him, making him groan.

  I’m sensitive, and each movement fires shocks of pleasure to my core and into my lower belly.

  The feel of a towel wrapping around me has me confused. He didn’t get to finish.

  But I don’t have to worry for long because the second we’re in his room, he’s dropping me on the bed.

  I bounce, moaning at the loss of contact. I blindly reach out for him, to touch him, but he takes my hips and turns me.

  Oh my.

  We’ve done a lot of positions, but this is the first time he’s ever taken me on all fours.

  “Fuck, your arse is perfect,” he growls, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing.

  I moan, moving back into his hands. He lines himself up behind me and slowly, so painfully slow, enters me.

  “Yes!”

  “I’m not going to last long,” he groans, pulling out before slamming back in.

  He feels deepe
r, hitting a spot that’s driving me wild. When he doesn’t move, I slam back, taking matters into my own hands.

  The hands on my arse tighten to the point it will most likely leave a bruise. But the second he enters me again, I’m lost, riding back against him with each punishing thrust of his cock.

  “One more, baby,” he moans, reaching for my clit, smearing our juices over the sensitive bud until I cry out.

  “More,” I beg.

  “Fuck, you’re killing me.”

  He slams into me over and over, and when he tells me he’s going to come, another orgasm tears through me, leaving me boneless as I flop to the bed, breathing heavily.

  Something smashes as he continues to thrust, not even stopping to see what it is.

  When he grunts through his own powerful release, he stills inside me, his panting echoing around the room as he tries to gain control.

  I hiss when he pulls out to leave the room, coming back a few seconds later and cleaning me up. I don’t move a muscle, too exhausted and numb to even try.

  “Come on,” he says softly, slapping my ass. “Let’s get you into bed.”

  “Leave me alone,” I grumble.

  He chuckles. “Come on. I’ll let you sleep… for a bit.”

  I scoff because we both know as soon as he touches me again, he’ll be hard and inside me. And I’ll love every minute of it.

  “Nope. You broke me.”

  He laughs and picks me up, cradling me in his arms as he carries me up the bed, pulling the blanket back before setting me down. I flop down, not bothering to get my knickers or a nightshirt.

  My eyes droop, exhaustion winning the chat I promised we’d have tonight. But like every other time, Drake’s a true gentleman and doesn’t bring it up. He climbs into bed behind me, pulling me against his naked body.

  “Goodnight, baby,” he whispers, kissing below my ear.

  I snuggle back and mutter a goodnight, too tired to speak whilst promising myself I’ll talk to him tomorrow.

  Yes, tomorrow.

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  As the days keep passing, my time here coming closer to an end, the more anguished I feel inside. My heart is slowly crumbling; by the time we leave, it’ll be nothing but flakes of ash.

  After the wedding rehearsal last night, in a stupid drunken moment, I decided to see if we could continue what we have after the wedding.

  But now another day has passed and the courage to bring it up to Drake has gone. I’d never be able to handle his rejection, not when I’m so madly in love with him. I’d never recover.

  Being a chicken is starting to be a pattern where I’m concerned.

  We’ve tried talking a few times, even went so far as to plan a time and place, but either something comes up or we can’t keep our hands off each other long enough to get a word in.

  Saying goodbye to him is going to be the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do. And with the wedding tomorrow, it’s making me feel physically sick.

  I’ll even miss his family, including crazy Ada. My time here seems to have gone too quickly. If you’d told me three weeks ago that I wouldn’t want to leave, I’d have laughed in your face. But here I sit, wallowing in my own self-pity.

  But then again, if you had told me three weeks ago that I’d be madly in love with a man I’d never see again, I probably would’ve sectioned you.

  I just wish I had more time with him, more time to savour every little thing so I never forget my time with him. Not that I will. I’ll never be able to forget him or a single moment of our time together.

  “Hey, are you okay?” Alison whispers as we wait for the rest of the girls to arrive. We’ve set up a pamper party for the wedding party as a treat. Pam’s idea and present to everyone for taking time away from their lives to be involved in the big day.

  They’ll be pampered with facials, manis and pedis, eyebrow waxing and tinting and even a massage. They’re getting the full works, and I’m envious.

  My mood the past two days has been dwindling slowly, and I know people are beginning to take notice. I barely said hello to my mum on the phone this morning before she was threatening to come down here to see what was wrong with me.

  Sometimes being the only girl in the family can be a tad suffocating. All the men in my life have babied me from birth, even my twin who is three minutes younger than me. But my mum? I’ll always be her baby girl.

  When Lola came along, it was heaven—still is, especially now that we have Cece to watch over. Poor girl doesn’t know what’s coming with the big brutes in our family.

  “Yeah,” I lie. “Have you brought the bride’s pyjamas for her to change into?”

  She throws me a dirty look as she hands me the specially made bride-to-be pyjamas. We also had maid of honour, bridesmaid, and mother-in-law ones made up.

  “Don’t lie to me,” she snaps, clearly having enough of hearing “I’m fine” as my answer every time she asks. “You’ve been moping for days. Did something happen?”

  “Don’t shout at me!”

  She pushes my shoulder with force, sending me back a step. “No! Now tell me.”

  I push her back, ignoring her cry of outrage. “No. Nothing is wrong. Now leave me alone.”

  “You’re going to tell me.”

  I roll my eyes. “Yeah, and how are you going to make me?”

  She scoffs at my sassy attitude and grabs my hair, tugging it roughly before pinching my side. “Tell me what’s wrong, you bitch.”

  My fingers find a chunk of her hair, tugging it down so we’re both bent forward, moving in a circle as I try to pinch her back, not quite reaching. “I said no. It’s none of your business, you whore.”

  I cry out when she pinches me again, this time grabbing the sensitive skin under my boob. “I’m not going to stop until you tell me, Pagan.”

  “You’re a crazy bitch,” I scream, pulling her hair tighter.

  “Now this is what I’m talking about,” I hear. I can’t even lift my head to investigate before she pinches my boob and I forget all about our company.

  “Tell me, Pagan. I’m your best friend. I want to know what has you looking like someone shit in your bed.”

  “Classy,” I mutter. “Now get off me.”

  “No!” she screams loudly and twists my nipple.

  I wail in pain, gasping for air. “Because I love him, okay? And we leave in two fucking days. Are you happy now?” I yell, glaring at her.

  She releases my hair and, thankfully, my poor abused nipple and steps back. We’re both breathing hard, catching our breath.

  “You love who?” Pam asks sweetly.

  Horrified, I turn to find Amelia, Ada, Pam, Gabriella, Angela, Hallie and Hannah standing in the doorway. Pam, Harmony, Hallie and Hannah look confused, but Ada and Gabriella seem to be wearing matching grins.

  Scary.

  “No one.”

  “Was that so hard to admit?” Alison mutters.

  “You abused my nipples.” I glare at her, rubbing my boob for good measure. “I’m not talking to you.”

  “She’s not the only one,” Ada pipes up, and I turn my glare her way. I didn’t even think she was talking to me after Drake confiscated the whiskey stashed in her bag, but here she is, making her point known.

  “I’m so confused,” Pam tells us, looking exactly that.

  “Oh God. She’s fucking your son, Pam,” Angela snaps.

  “Hey!” I shriek, feeling my face heat.

  “Watch your mouth, young lady,” Ada admonishes, and Angela cautiously takes a step back.

  “And you love him?” Pam asks.

  She’s smiling, staring off into space. My guess is she’s planning our wedding, but once she realises we live miles away from each other, that happy glow will soon fade.

  I sigh. “Let’s get started.” Another round of embarrassment hits me when I realise the beauticians just had a front row seat to mine and Alison’s performance. They’re all standing in the corner, frozen in shock as they watch on. I
clear my throat, getting their boss’s attention. “Do you want to start?”

  She shakes her head before smiling. “Hi, everyone. I’m Lynn, and these are my employees, Katie, Georgia, Lacey, Megan, Zoe and Sky. Which one of you is the lucky bride?”

  Amelia steps forward, holding her hand up as she gazes around the room in amazement. She should—Pam spared no expense tonight. We’ve had furniture removed to make way for the two massage beds, foot spas, and recliner beds for facials and to relax. We had some dim lights brought in, giving the room a soft glow, and music plays in the background as lavender essence burns through the room, the aroma relaxing.

  “I’m the bride.”

  “Do you know what you’re having done first?” she asks, handing Amelia a glass of champagne as the other girls pass out the rest.

  “Where are the snacks?” I whisper to Alison.

  “Emily is bringing them up with the cucumber water.”

  “She wouldn’t let you in the kitchen, would she?” I chuckle.

  Pouting, she shakes her head. “I don’t get it. I only wanted a midnight snack. I thought it would be okay, but it’s like she has some sort of superpowers because she knew I was there.”

  “You dropped milk all over her oven,” I remind her.

  She rolls her eyes. “Only because she scared the hell out of me. I should’ve remembered the second night I tried to make hot chocolate, but she did the same thing then.”

  I giggle, knowing how much she loves her hot drinks, whether it’s coffee, tea, or hot chocolate.

  “Pagan?”

  I look over to Amelia. “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

  “We’d like you and Alison to have the first massages. I don’t mind what I have first, I’m just too excited. I’m getting married tomorrow!” she squeals, grinning ear to ear.

  I look to Alison, whose shocked expression probably matches my own. I just wanted to go to my room, leave the girls to relax so I could wallow in self-pity by myself.

  I’m about to excuse myself when Alison jumps up, clapping happily. “Really?”

  Amelia turns to me. “I want to thank you for everything you’ve done. Ours hasn’t been a typical wedding, I’m sure. You’ve worked so hard on it and ignored certain… incidents that would normally send people packing. You deserve to have a night to fully relax.”