“Are you saying you’re right for him?”
She scoffed. “What I’m saying is you’re not. You’re just hired help who gets paid to serve him coffee in the morning and suck his dick at night.”
Rage hurtled through me. I wished Drake would get back. My eyes darted around the never-ending yard, but he was nowhere in sight. My blood curdled as she continued.
“You’re just a ‘temporary’ diversion. As soon as you’re gone from Hanson Entertainment, you’ll be a skeleton in his closet like the rest of his hook-ups. It won’t take him long to realize that I’ve always been the one for him.”
I’d never been a competitive or confrontational person, but I had enough of this venomous bitch. I drew in a long, steeling breath.
“It was nice seeing you again, Krizia. I’ll tell Drake you said ‘hi.’”
She narrowed her eyes at me as I pivoted on my heel and stalked off. “Wait a second, Deidre,” she snapped before I took two steps. “I just need to ask you one thing.”
Against my better judgment, I spun around and faced the bitch. A smug smile tugged at her full lips. “Weren’t you waiting for a drink?”
“Yes, I was.” Before I could blink an eye, Krizia hurled the contents of her wine glass at me. I gasped with shock as the red wine splattered all over me…both on my exposed chest and my beautiful red dress. Tears stung my eyes as I stared down at the dark crimson liquid dripping down my cleavage and saturating the silk fabric of the gown. My mouth agape and quivering, I gazed up at Krizia.
She smirked. “Enjoy the rest of your night, Deanna, or whatever your name is. The wine’s on me.”
No, the wine was on me. Literally. My eyes watering, I brushed away the deep burgundy rivulets still dripping down my chest as she triumphantly slithered away. My gown was soaked. Stained. And ruined. As a rebel tear crawled down my face, a welcomed voice drifted to my ears.
“Sorry it took so long. The line at every drink station was crazy.”
Drake. Holding two drink in his hands, a white wine for me and some cocktail for him, he strode up to me.
“Drake, I need to go home.”
His eyes fell on me and grew wide. “Jesus. What the fuck happened?”
“Krizia,” I spluttered, holding back more tears.
Drake’s face darkened like the sky. “Fucking crazy bitch.” He plunked the two drinks onto the hors d’oeuvres tray of a passing waiter and gripped my hand. “Come with me.”
Five minutes later, we were inside Drake’s parents’ house in one of the luxurious guest bathrooms. Bigger than the bedroom Ty and I shared, it was all rich marble and bronze, the walls covered with an elegant floral wallpaper. An intoxicating scented candle lit it up in a soft amber glow.
“Step one,” Drake said, dabbing a damp hand towel on the main area of the stain, the halter covering my left boob. “The key is to blot, not rub.”
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Totally turning me on! As he applied pressure, my nipple responded to the friction, growing hard beneath the thin silk fabric. I’m sure he could feel it peeking as well as my heart pounding.
“Thanks to my mother, I’m an expert on red wine stains. I’ve watched her remove them from tablecloths a gazillion times at dinner parties.”
I watched as he continued to dab, my eyes darting back and forth from his hand to our reflection in the large gold-leafed mirror above the sink. He was standing so close I could feel his warm breath on my cheek. The light, manly scent of his cologne mingled with the vanilla scent of the candle, creating a heady combination. Taking a break, he looked down at his handiwork and smiled coyly.
“It looks good.” He eyed my breast, a mixture of pride and lust flickering in his eyes. “Onward.”
“You’re ruining your mother’s beautiful towels.”
“She won’t care. Remember, I told she doesn’t believe in loving things that can’t love you back.”
“I shouldn’t love this dress so much,” I sulked, still convinced it was ruined.
He set the wine-stained towel on the marble counter and then cupped my shoulders. “You should because I love you in it. You look sexy as sin.”
At both his sweet words and gentle touch, goosebumps erupted along my arms. “Thanks,” I gulped. “What’s next?”
He flashed a confident, oh so sexy grin. “Step two.”
Retrieving the hand towel, he dipped it into a bowl of warm sudsy water.
“It just takes patience and a little dishwashing liquid mixed with water.” He applied the towel to my breast, again blotting the stain, but now squeezing the nipple with his fingers as he did. White-hot sparks of arousal shot to my core. It was if a power cord was attached to my pussy.
“This is challenging,” he breathed against my neck, still working my breast.
Oh God, was it. I wanted his luscious mouth all over me in the worst way. My breathing grew harsher. “I bet it’s not as hard as it was removing chunky barf bits,” I randomly spewed, harkening back to our very first encounter in his office.
“D-baby, it’s harder.” On my next rapid heartbeat, he pressed my hand to his crotch. Holy shit. His cock was hard as a rock! Make that a volcano.
A wicked smile played on his lips. “I’d say I’m going to great lengths to get rid of this wine stain.”
Oh was he! His enormous rigid length filled my palm as his eyes burned into mine. Grabbing another hand towel, he performed the third step—soaking the towel under the faucet to wash off the suds from the fabric. He should have just used my panties—they were soaking wet too.
“Are we done? We should get back to the party.”
“No, D-baby, not yet. There’s a secret fourth step.”
My eyes stayed on him as he snatched a hair dryer that was hung on the wall. He flicked it on and aimed it my boob. Hot air blasted out of the nozzle.
“What are you doing?” I asked, the heat and the hum making me flush with lust.
He circled the dryer all around my breast. “Blow-drying the stain. My mother’s trick. It’ll prevent a permanent watermark from setting in. How does it feel?”
“Is the temperature in the room rising?” As the hot air blew on my flesh, his eyes began to smolder.
“No, D-baby, it’s you. You’re fucking hot as hell.”
He aimed the dryer at my neck and then waved it all over my upper body, sending chills down my spine. His free hand made its way to the slit of my dress and slid up my leg, blazing a trail of fire over my skin.
“Mmmm. You’ve got fabulous legs. This dress was made for them.”
When he reached the apex of my inner thigh, he slipped his hand under my thong. I moaned as his fingers caressed my slick, fiery folds.
“Christ. You’re so fucking hot and wet for me.”
He wasn’t kidding. The lacy fabric of my thong (a birthday present from my sister) was so soaked it needed to be rung out. Maybe Drake should be blow-drying my crotch, not my dress.
He continued to caress my now throbbing pussy, rubbing my clit with his thumb, while my hand vigorously rubbed his monstrous concrete erection. The dryer buzzed in my ear. A lot more buzzing was going on. Every nerve. Every cell. Every molecule of my being. My skin was prickling, the hair on the back of my neck bristling, every follicle, every inch of me sizzling with electricity.
“D-baby, I’d like to suck you dry. And then bury my cock inside your sweet pussy and blow your brains out.”
“Are you saying you want to fuck me?
“Yeah. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I met you.”
Krizia’s earlier words flashed into my head. My hand jumped off his cock. “Drake, I don’t want to be one of your hook-ups.”
“Come on, Dee. How could you say that?” Putting the blow dryer down, he drew me closer to him, his eyes intense. “Do you honestly think I’d introduce one of my hook-ups to my father? Or spend the amount of time I do with you…and Tyson? Or for that matter, struggle to get this damn wine stain out of your dress? Seriously, ba
by, if you were one of my hook-ups, you’d be bitching at me, demanding a brand-new dress, and I’d say fine…just send me the bill. See ya. You’re not like that. And that’s one of the many things I like about you. I actually more than like you. I care about you. And I’ve never cared about a woman before.” He blew out breath. “Speech over. The. End”
I hung my head in shame. A roller coaster of emotions whipped through me, desire sitting in the front seat right next to regret. I returned my hand to his still hard cock, letting it warm my palm.
Pressing his thumb under my chin, Drake tilted my head. “Look at me, Dee.”
By force, I met his eyes as all my insecurities poured back into me. “Drake, Maybe Krizia is right. I’m not good enough for you.”
His eyes darkened with anger. “Fuck, Krizia. She’s a sick bitch. I don’t give a shit about what she thinks or says. She means nothing to me. You are right for me. And I’m going to prove it once and for all right now.”
On my next heated breath, he flipped me around so I was facing the mirror with him standing directly behind me. Clutching the edge of the counter, I met his reflection in the glass. His eyes glinted with lust. And so did mine. Wanting him as much as he wanted me, I watched as he hiked up my dress and then yanked down my thong. His large hands gripped my butt, squeezing and massaging it.
“Dee, you have a gorgeous ass. One day I’m going to fuck it, but right now all I want is your tight little pussy.” One hand slid between my legs, stroking my very wet folds.
I moaned and my back arched at the exquisite sensation. How long had it been since a man had given me so much pleasure? And affection. Had one ever?
I moaned again, this time louder, as his thumb moved back to my clit, rubbing the hypersensitive bundle of nerves. Wetness poured down my inner thighs as he sped up the rotations.
“Sometimes, you have to rub, not dab,” he breathed against my neck.
Rubadubdub. I was coming apart.
CHAPTER 31
Drake
My cock was a greedy bastard. A needy son of a bitch. I was a guy who liked to fuck. Fuck hard and fuck a lot. Come when I wanted. And as I pleased. Making my partner orgasm first was not high on my list of priorities. My cock was a taker of pleasure, not a giver. I liked to fuck and forget, then move on. The countless women I’d screwed and never saw again was nothing to be proud of.
But with Dee, things were different. She wasn’t just another random lay with nice tits and a fine ass, though she scored through the roof in those departments with her perfect knockers and firm round cheeks. As much as my heavy cock ached to be inside her and I was bursting with pent up sexual energy, I was determined to pleasure her every way I could. I didn’t just want to fuck Dee Walker. I wanted to do as many possible things as I could to her. Taste her. Lick her. Kiss her. Pummel her. I wanted to see her come again and again and above all hear her scream my name on her lips over and over until she was hoarse and couldn’t walk. As I caressed her slick folds and rubbed her sweet, responsive clit, everything about her turned me on. The way she arched her back. The way she fucked my thumb. The way she flushed from her cheeks to her chest. The way her eyes smoldered with lust in the mirror. The way she moaned and groaned.
“Oh my God, Drake,” she breathed out as I plunged a finger into her entrance. “What are you doing to me?”
“D-baby, doing what I want. What you want.” Nuzzling the back of her neck, I began to pump my long rigid finger in and out of her hot, wet, tight as fuck pussy. God, she felt so fucking good. I was just warming her up for what was to come, no pun intended. My erection strained against my trousers and I let her know by pressing it against her buttocks. I could easily get off just by dry humping her, but that’s not what I wanted. I wanted to be inside her in the worst way, but right now her pleasure trumped mine. Putting a woman’s needs before my own was something new to me, but I more than liked it. My cock pulsed with anticipation as I watched her come undone in the mirror. Tortured ecstasy washed over her face as whimpers replaced the harsh pants that escaped from her lungs. She looked beautiful.
“Oh, Drake,” she screamed out as she finally shattered all around my finger. Her body slackened as she rode out her orgasm. Curling my arm around her waist to hold her up, I pulled out my digit and told her to keep her eyes on me in the mirror as I sucked it. Fuck. She tasted delicious. I couldn’t wait to fuck her. Taste more of her. Lick every inch of her body.
“Drake,” she murmured, all flustered, “we should get back to your parents’ party.”
“D-baby, the party can wait. But I can’t.”
My cock was aching for her. Ready to explode. Taking her hand, I led her out of the bathroom where a surprise awaited us.
Fucking Krizia. Venom poured out of her eyes.
“Well, well, well, if it isn’t the knight in shining armor and his damsel in distress.”
“Get out of my way, Krizia,” I gritted, my words as sharp as a sword.
“Fuck you, Drake. You’re going to be sorry you ever met this little whore.”
My blood curdling, I could feel Dee’s hand trembling in mine. “Ignore her, D-baby.”
Without wasting a second, I brushed past the pyscho bitch and swept Dee to the grand staircase that led to the second floor of my parents’ house. So eager to get her into bed, I would have taken two steps at a time, but she was in no condition to keep up with that pace. In fact, if she stumbled one more time, I was going to have to carry her. She managed to a make it to the top of the winding stairs where another surprise awaited us. My mother. I faltered for words.
“Hi, Mom. What are you doing up here?”
“I just came up to get a shawl. It’s gotten a little chilly outside.” Her eyes flicked to Dee.
“Dear, are you cold? I have dozens of shawls and can lend you one.”
“Um, uh, I’m actually hot.”
She wasn’t kidding. She was on fire. “Actually, Mom, Dee is feeling a little faint and feverish.”
My mother studied her face. “Yes, she does look rather flushed.”
The flush of her orgasm was still burning brightly on her cheeks. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock in her pussy and keep her blazing.
My mother adjusted her pashmina wrap around her shoulders. “Drake, darling, why don’t you have her lie down for a bit.”
“That’s what I was thinking.” So I can spread her legs and ravage her.
“Dee, darling, I hope you feel better and we’ll see you downstairs shortly at the party. You made a wonderful impression on Gunther. He’s eager to spend more time getting to know you.”
The mention of Gunther’s name made every muscle in my body tense. The image of him leering at Dee flashed in my head. Though my father had thoroughly researched him and decided he was the right person to buy Hanson Entertainment, something about him rubbed me the wrong way. His slickness? Eyes that roamed in all the wrong places? His distrust of me? My father was usually a great judge of character so maybe it was just me—my growing possessiveness of Dee and need to protect her.
“Thanks, Mrs. Hanson,” she said, her voice as unsteady as her legs.
“Alexis,” my mother corrected with a warm smile. “I do hope you children will be able to join us later.”
“We’ll try, Mom.” I gave her a quick peck on the cheek before she sauntered downstairs and we headed down the long antique-filled hallway.
“Where are we going?” asked Dee.
A few minutes later, we were in my former bedroom. Nothing had changed since I’d moved out except it was a lot neater. My eyes took it in…the massive platform bed impeccably made up with a gray spread and fluffy Egyptian cotton pillows…my hockey sticks stacked perfectly by size in the corner across from my guitar…my trophies lined up immaculately on the built-in shelves…and my favorite possession—a large signed poster of my idol, Wayne Gretsky, hanging above my desk on the padded charcoal wall. Dimming the recessed lighting, I spun Dee around and kissed her madly. As her soft moans filled my
mouth and my ears, I spied with one eye the words my sports hero had handwritten on my poster:
You miss 100% of the shots you never take.
I was going to take a shot at Dee Walker. And I wasn’t going to miss.
CHAPTER 32
Dee
What was I doing?
It was plain, raw, and simple. I was letting my sexy as sin boss kiss me everywhere he could and undress me as I feverishly grappled with the buttons of his shirt.
“Is this the bedroom where you grew up?” I panted out as he unzipped my gown.
“No, this is the bedroom where I’m going to grow up. Fuck a woman like a man. Give her a fucking she’ll never forget.”
His eyes gleaning with lust, he slipped the slinky dress down my arms and then over my hips before it fell to my feet. Managing to step out of it, I stood before him in just my lacy red thong and metallic heels, his mouth trailing kisses down my neck. Goosebumps popped along my arms while white-hot tingles danced down my spine to the mound between my thighs. My clit still quivering, I was dripping with desire for him. On fire.
His shirt wide open, exposing those ripped-from-a-magazine abs, he took a step backward and eyed my dimly lit body. My bare breasts rose and fell with my heavy breathing as he studied me.
“Jesus Christ, Dee. You’re so fucking beautiful.”
No man had ever called me beautiful. The word vibrated in my ears like a tuning fork.
“Spectacular,” he added as he cupped my full breasts with his big hands. He massaged them hungrily, his thumbs running over my already hard nipples. Another stream of wet heat shot to my molten center. I moaned as he groaned.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His hands too occupied, he ordered me to undo his pants. As his mouth went down on my right breast, sucking in as much of it as he could, I fumbled with the fastener, my hand more than once grazing over his enormous erection. The heat beneath the fine wool fabric was palpable. So was his bulge. I swear he was about to burst right through his fly.
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