by Abigail Owen
Drake closed his eyes, shutting out her face, clawing for the willpower that had got him this far. “Exactly.”
“So…you won’t mate me?”
His eyes snapped open, something in her tone sending a spear of suspicion through him. “No.”
Cami cocked her head, her sleep-mussed hair framing her face in the sexiest damn way. “But you could fuck me.”
His dragon roared his approval inside Drake’s head, making it almost impossible to think. Temptation lay within his grasp. All he had to do was reach out and take. Drake clenched his hands against the urge to do exactly that. What she was offering, no way could he pass it up. She was like a death row inmate’s last meal.
First, he needed to make sure she understood, because damned if he was going to keep denying himself for some faceless man. But she had to understand. “That’s all you’d be getting.”
“Fucking?” she asked.
Drake’s cock pulsed harder at the sound of that word on her lips, in her honeyed voice. Dirty and pure and perfect.
“Yes. No kissing. No relationship. No letting your heart get involved. It would only be—”
“Fucking.”
Aw, hell.
Drake moved suddenly, flipping them so he lay on top of her, his hips between her thighs, pressing the length of his cock against her core, and she shuddered, eyes going dark and dreamy even as she moved convulsively against him.
“Yes.” He canted his hips to drag himself across that most sensitive part of her and both of them groaned hard. “Just fucking.”
“Got it,” she managed in a husky voice, eyes closed as she blatantly, openly reveled in the sensations he was driving her to.
“Open your eyes, Cami.”
Her lids lifted slowly, her gaze hazy already, a flush staining her cheeks.
“I need to know you understand.”
Irritation snapped through her, the haze clearing, her body stiff beneath him. “I’m not an idiot.” In a move Skylar had to have taught her, Drake found himself lying on his back with Cami straddling him, dry humping him. “I understand. Fucking only.”
“Good.”
She whipped off her sports bra, her heavy breasts bouncing for him. Drake reached for them, testing their luscious weight in his hands. At the same time, she dropped forward, her hands on either side of his face. He pinched a nipple and watched her expression as she winced while at the same time her body bore down, rubbing against him, the flush in her cheeks turning a deeper mauve.
He did it again.
Cami buried her face in his neck with a groan. “I don’t think I’m going to last long,” she whispered. “I’ve been picturing this all night. I’m so…”
“Horny?” he filled in.
A low chuckle strummed across his nerves. “Wet,” she moaned.
His cock jumped at the word.
Then the unmistakable softness of her lips pressing against his neck in a sweet kiss that made his heart ache had Drake up and out of the bed, leaving her there stranded, half naked, and gloriously beautiful.
“Drake? What are you doing?” Her voice held an edge of panic as she surged to her knees.
He scooped her off the bed to stand her up, then spun her around. “I’m showing you what just fucking looks like while we take the edge off with fast and hard.”
“Oh.” Even though she faced away from him, he could hear the smile in her voice. “Okay.”
“Do you want this?” Please the gods, let her want this.
“Yes.”
“Tell me.” He needed to hear the words.
“I want this,” she whispered. “I want it fast and hard. I want you any way I can have you.”
His own personal heaven and hell. He yanked her pants and panties down to her ankles. She stepped out of them, then he kicked her legs wider, and bent her over, so that her hands were on the mattress. “Don’t move.”
With hands shaking from the need coursing through his blood, he unzipped his pants and shoved them down far enough to spring his cock which stood upright at painful attention.
She wiggled a bit, like she couldn’t sit still. “Just do it.”
Gripping her hips, he lined up at her entrance, already weeping for him, coating the tip of him. She hadn’t been lying about being wet. In a harsh, hard thrust, he rammed himself balls deep inside her.
Cami’s gasp filled the room and her shudder of pleasure told him everything he needed to know.
“Good?” He didn’t want to hurt her with his strength or size.
“More.” The word was a plea, wrung from her as she pushed back into him.
Drake grinned and gave Cami exactly what she demanded. He reared back and drove into her, the slap of their bodies a sound he never wanted to forget.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Fuck, yes. Drake set a punishing pace, fucking her hard. With every stroke, her pussy gripped him, squeezing him, surrounding him with wet heat, and the sounds coming from Cami drove him to a near frenzy. Moans and grunts and gasps. And the word fuck over and over and over.
Until he could feel that telltale fluttering inside her. Drake smoothed a hand over her ass, to her hip, and around where he homed in on her clit, pressing and rubbing with his fingers until the tenor of her moans acquired that little edge to it. His balls drew up, a familiar tingle his only warning. He pressed harder on that bundle of nerves at her core, and Cami exploded around him, her scream twining around his own shout. At the same time that tingle turned into a rush that slammed up his spine, pulsating through the rest of him as he came long and hard inside her.
It took a while before their bodies slowed. Cami collapsed to the bed and he followed, still buried deep inside her, still, miraculously semi-hard.
“So that’s just fucking?” she asked.
She turned her head so he could see her face, and her smile shot an arrow through his heart, nailing it to his spine.
…
Cami held the phone to her ear, only half listening to the ring of the phone as she waited for someone at her parents’ house to pick up. The other half was tuned to the sound of running water behind the bathroom door. And the insatiable man who’d brought her to orgasm after orgasm.
That first time was supposed to take the edge off. Only it didn’t. It made the edge worse, like a knife blade under her skin.
Apparently, the same went for Drake, because he didn’t even remove himself from her body, relaxing against her until he hardened inside her and went at her again. And she was more than happy to let him. Somewhere in between, she’d called and left a message for her parents. Then returned to Drake’s arms and they’d had another go, this time with him on his back, making her ride him as he plucked and twisted her nipples, every zing of pleasure-pain shooting straight to her clit.
So this was what just fucking was?
I should’ve tried this way sooner. Except, even as the silly thought entered her mind, she knew it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else.
She also refused to examine too closely the small pit that opened up inside her every time he evaded her lips or adjusted their position to stop her from kissing other parts of him.
She wound her hair around her finger absently. Maybe next time I’ll try teeth and see if he wants to get out of that.
Her mother’s voice sounded in her ear, snapping her out of her reverie. “Cami?”
“Hi, Mama. I wanted you to know that Drake and I are walking around the property. He wanted to see more of it.”
“We got your message earlier. You’re still out?”
It was coming on midday. “We brought a picnic lunch with us. I think we’ll be another few hours at least.”
For the first time in her life, a reluctance to return home nagged at her. At home they’d have to behave.
“That’s lovely,” her mot
her said. “What about the workers though? Didn’t he want to be here for that?”
Cami straightened, unwinding her finger from her hair. “What workers?”
“Drake didn’t tell you?”
Obviously not. She tried to keep her impatience out of her voice. “No.”
“That man of yours…” Cami could see her mother shaking her head with a smile. “He must’ve wanted to surprise you.”
“Mama.” Cami allowed a bit of snap to creep into her voice.
For her trouble, she got a tsk from her mother down the phone line. “You should ask him. I don’t want to ruin the surprise.”
Right. Drake who was theoretically walking through the rolling northern California mountains with her rather than in the shower. Drake who didn’t talk about emotions or anything having to do with emotions. “Okay.”
“Cami…Is Drake well?”
Cami’s gaze strayed to the bathroom door. “Why do you ask?”
“That’s not a no.”
Cami came by her stubborn streak honestly. That tone in her mother’s voice said she wasn’t going to drop this and wouldn’t believe a lie, either. A sigh escaped her. “He has a…medical issue that he’s—” How did she explain this? Because technically he was dying, but Cami was more determined than ever to put a stop to that if she could. Except she couldn’t guarantee it.
“Is he going through treatment?” her mother asked.
If spooning and sex counted as treatment. “Yes. How did you know?”
Her mother clicked her tongue, a sound that made Cami smile, even with such a serious subject. Growing up, she’d heard that sound a lot. Every time she asked a question her mother thought she should already know the answer to. Cami tried to commit the sound to memory in case that was the last time she heard it, a sudden hollow sadness coming over her at that realization.
“The way he moves sometimes,” her mother said. “Like it hurts. But more the way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching.”
Cami gripped the phone harder, her heart fluttering like a trapped thing. “How does he look at me?”
“Like he’s going to lose you.”
Cami closed her eyes. “I hope not.”
“Me, too, mija,” her mother said quietly. “He’s a good man who loves you, and you love him.”
Her eyes flew open. “I never said that.”
“You didn’t need to. A mother knows these things and it’s all I could hope for each of my daughters.”
The lies and the half truths gave a bite to the sorrow smothering her now. “Thank you, Mama.”
“Well…” Again, she could clearly picture her mother. This time waving a hand as if shooing away the softness of sentiment. “The workers are here now.”
“Great.” She still didn’t know what that was about. “We’re far enough out that it’ll still take us a few hours to get back, I think.”
Although… Could Drake fly in daylight? That bright red coloring of his stood out like a neon bar sign. Not as much from up high, where the scales on his belly could camouflage him, but still. Drake wouldn’t like taking risks with those other dragon shifters on their way here.
The bathroom door opened on a wave of steam and she looked over to find Drake in the doorway, white towel slung low around his hips, all that muscled glory on full display.
Was it pathetic that her mouth watered? Actually physically produced drool at the sight of him? Probably. Cami didn’t give a shit.
“I’ll see you later, Mama.” Not even waiting to say goodbye, she hung up.
Then tipped her head, studying the man in front of her. “You look…different.” Healthier. The pallor to his skin was gone, replaced by a more natural color. Less green around the gills. Gone, too, were the permanent shadows that had been like bruises under his eyes. And he appeared to move more easily, as though it no longer took effort and deliberation.
“I feel a fuck ton better.” Drake grinned and Cami had the sudden urge to double over with the impact of that smile. Like in grade school when she’d played dodgeball and had taken a direct hit to the solar plexus. Only this was so much better. Damned if his smiles didn’t about kill her in the nicest way possible.
He feels better because of me. A small glow ignited in her chest. Not just figuratively. Light pulsed from the gap in her button-down shirt, drawing Drake’s bemused gaze.
“So… Workers showed up at the ranch today,” she said.
That pulled his gaze back to her eyes. Drake gave a twitch that she recognized as his version of a shrug and walked over to the basic set of drawers, pulling one open and grabbing clothing.
Like she’d let it go at that. Ha. “Mama implied you arranged them?”
“Sort of.” He kept his back to her, opening another drawer.
“Why?”
He turned and dropped the towel from his hips. Cami lost her train of thought, her gaze traveling over the lean ridges of his body. No way could she stop herself. Not that she wanted to. Her gaze lit on the part of him that had brought her a hell of a lot of pleasure, and she gave a satisfied little smile to find him hard.
He wrapped his hand around his cock, squeezing, and an answering heat zoomed through her.
She jerked her gaze to his and suspicion crept in behind the heat. He was deliberately trying to distract her.
Huh. Two could play this game.
Putting an extra swing to her hips, which she knew would set her breasts swaying beneath her shirt—she’d left off the bra until she could shower as well—she crossed the room. Before he could guess her intent, she dropped to her knees in front of him.
His hand stilled. “Cami?”
She put every ounce of need in the look she directed at him. “Let me?”
Gently, she took him by the wrist, peeling his hand from his member and replacing it with her mouth.
“Fuck.” He tossed his head back and groaned.
The harsh word made her smile around his dick as she dipped slowly down him. Once. Twice. Then she fisted the base and released him from her mouth so she could drag the tip of her tongue up his shaft.
“Drake?” she asked sweetly, before circling the head with her tongue, reveling in the feel of him—satin over steel. Throbbing. For her.
“Hmmm?” He grunted as she squeezed and dragged her hand up.
“Why’d you hire those workers?” Deliberately Cami stilled all her movements, tipping her head to look at him.
She had to choke back a laugh as he blinked before dropping a narrow-eyed gaze to hers. “Are you using sex to get answers?” he growled.
Cami gave him an impish smile as, with a shrug, she stroked and squeezed him, enjoying the pulse of the vein on the underside against her fingertips. “Enjoying sex and getting answers at the same time, maybe.”
He grunted at that, his expression a comical mix of irritated and needy.
“Do you want me to suck your cock?” she asked.
She wouldn’t really hold out on him either way. She just loved the way the flames jumped into his eyes, dancing for her at the dirty words. She’d never, ever taken charge like this in the bedroom. Damn if it didn’t feel…liberating.
“Because I really want to.” She purred the words, batting her eyelashes at him, hoping she looked as sexy as she felt.
Based on the way his eyelids dropped to half-mast as he watched her with an intensity that threatened to make her orgasm right there, she did.
“Tell you what,” she offered. “You think about it some more while I get you off.”
Slowly, torturously, she lowered her lips over his cock, opening her jaw and breathing through her nose, trying to take him as deep as she could.
When she hit her limit, she paused before moving to pull back just as slowly. Only Drake suddenly speared his hands through her hair, holding her there.
Part of her trusted that the second she made any sound or indication of distress, he’d stop. But she didn’t want him to stop.
“How about I fuck this beautiful mouth, instead,” he said.
Every nerve in her body not already humming came to sudden, stark life, like an electric current had been applied to her skin. The lack of oxygen, the edge in his voice, only adding to her pleasure. And he knew it, too, dammit.
When she simply looked back at him with total trust, he graced her with that beautiful smile. The one that threatened to crack her heart wide open. Then he moved, pumping his hips, sliding in and out of her mouth, allowing oxygen to fill her lungs on the backstroke, the rush shockingly heady. All the while he never took his eyes from her face.
“Fuck, you are so beautiful,” he groaned, and increased his pace.
Cami gripped his thighs, digging in her nails, which only made him tense and groan harder.
The flames in his eyes jumped and he thickened in her mouth. Cami let loose a whimper, but one of need, as answering desire had her body pulsing.
“That’s right,” Drake growled. “Like that. Take it.”
She hummed, loving every dirty word.
That small thing must’ve thrown him over the edge. Drake’s fingers, still against her scalp, gripped her hard, and his cock swelled even more in her mouth, stretching her lips, her jaw, even more before he came in hot spurts down her throat. Drake shouted his release, even as he never once broke eye contact. Like he couldn’t bear to look away from the sight of her bringing him such pleasure.
A sense of pure, feminine power filled her with a satisfaction that only added to the sexual buzz still lighting up her nerves.
The second he finished, Drake slipped his cock from her lips. She expected him to revel in the sated state of his body, maybe gently carry her to the bed.
But he didn’t. He picked her up under the armpits and stood her up. “Strip. Just the bottoms.”
In record time she did as he commanded. Then squealed as he flipped her back on the bed. So fast she hardly saw the movement, he was on his knees at the foot of the bed with her legs up over his shoulders.
