by Lake, D. K.
"Ahh, you gotta stop or I'm gonna come in your mouth." Drew said, pushing my shoulders back and I leaned back and wiped my mouth.
"Stand up." Drew ordered and I got up off my knees and he unzipped me and the teddy fell to the floor around my ankles.
"It was crotchless?" I reminded him.
"I know but I want you completely naked while you ride me."
"Oh,"
He moved up the bed, grabbed my wrist, and jerked me forward and I fell onto the bed and crawled onto his lap, leaning up so he could rub his tip against my entrance.
"Drew," I breathed. "Don't tease me."
"But I like it when you beg for it." he said, teasing me some more.
He held one hand on my hips firmly, stopping me from going any lower and getting what I want.
"Hold your horses. Condom, remember?" Drew said, reaching over to grab the other box of plain ones in the drawer.
"No, don't worry about it. I can't wait any longer." I whined.
"Pretty," Drew warned.
"It's ok, just pull out."
"You really want me to pull out?"
"No, but you will. Come on, Drew, please." I whined louder. I'd had sex with Drew before without using a condom and I knew it felt so much better.
"Hmm...I like it when you beg." Drew husked.
"Please. I feel like I might explode if you don't stop doing that."
"Say the magic words..."
"Take. Me. Now." I ordered.
"How can I say no when you ask so nicely?" Drew smiled as he slammed into me and I cried out in ecstasy and sunk onto him, holding onto his shoulders for support.
I lifted myself up and slammed back down onto him, taking it slow because I knew it would make him want it more. But I soon couldn't control myself and started riding him, trying to get to my happy place. It seriously took all of three seconds and I was coming. Sucking Drew off had seriously got me going. Drew hadn't had his go yet but something in the atmosphere changed when he flipped me over onto my back. It wasn't just us going at it like rabbits anymore, no, we were making love. Drew was kissing my neck and whispering sweet things in my ear and telling me how much he loved me while I dragged my fingers down his back. I loved how we fit so perfectly together. I had never had this connection with Lane. Drew took his time and slowed the pace and I just lay on my back with my hair splayed out across the pillow enjoying every minute of it. Drew started touching me and I knew he was waiting for me to go again before he went, it didn't take me long before I was moaning and calling out his name and Drew came hard as well.
"Fuck." Drew muttered as I was still coming down from my high.
"What?" I looked at him confused.
"Um...I forgot to pull out."
"Oh, shit." I said as he pulled out of me and I felt the warm liquid spilling out of me. Drew jumped off the bed and quickly chucked me a box of tissues that were on the nightstand. They really did think of everything when they were setting up this honeymoon trailer.
"We just had unprotected sex. Again." Drew sounded annoyed with himself. "I completely forgot, that's what you do to me." Drew said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Drew, it's ok. My period still hasn't returned. I highly doubt I can get pregnant." I said to try and calm him down because he looked really concerned.
"Famous last words." he muttered before falling onto the bed next to me. "You don't seem very concerned." he said, moving a piece of hair off my face.
"'Cause it will be fine. I'm not gonna get pregnant. How can you even get pregnant without periods?" I said, secretly trying to convince myself. "We'll be super careful next time, ok?" I said to assure him.
"I think you mean super careful tonight. I haven't finished with you." he said, surprising me when he suddenly grabbed me and rolled me on top of him and we started making out again. I swear I could go all night long with him. We didn't get much sleep that night.
Chapter 11
There was an earthquake happening. I was almost convinced of this. Why else would the bed be shaking? I forced my eyes open to find Drew shaking the life out of me.
"It's about time. I haven't been able to wake you up. I was starting to think I had put you in some kind of sex-coma." Drew said with a smirk.
The room was still dark and the curtains were drawn. It felt as though I had only just gone to sleep.
"Who are you?" I mumbled and pulled the covers back over my head.
"Haha. You have to get up!"
"Says who?"
"Says me. If you want a wash before we leave then you need to get up now otherwise there won't be time before we leave."
"No. I like being dirty."
"I know you do but I don't think anyone else will appreciate it."
"What times is it?" I asked, rolling over and rubbing my eyes.
"6.45."
"Ugh. We only went to sleep a few hours ago."
"And whose fault is that? I told you we needed to get some sleep but you wouldn't leave me alone."
"Do I really need to get up now? Can't I get up at 7.30 and hit the showers then? Why'd you wake me up so early?"
"Because we need to get washed and then pack our supplies and it takes more than five minutes."
"How are you even up? Did you set an alarm?"
Drew laughed as he walked to the window and opened the curtains.
"Come on, it's not that bad. Why don't you get out of bed and join me in the land of the living."
"No. You're the devil." I said and flopped my arm over my eyes wanting to hide.
"That wasn't what you were calling me last night."
I peeked out from under my arm and saw Drew giving me a cheeky wink.
"Why are you in such a good mood? You're too happy this morning. I preferred it when you were grumpy and ignoring me at least you didn't wake me up on those days."
"I'm in a good mood because some little minx kept me up all night. Now, get up!" Drew grabbed my hand and pulled me into a sitting position.
I shoved the covers off and slid across the bed and dropped my feet onto the floor. My head was swirling but that could either be the drink or the lack of sleep.
"Can I have some water?" I asked.
"Sure." Drew went into the kitchen and reappeared with a cup of water and handed it to me.
"How do you feel?"
"I dunno, I'll tell you when I stand up. Right now my head is spinning."
I had something to drink and was hoping the feeling of nausea would pass but as I stood up it only got worse.
"Ugh. I think I'm gonna be sick." I held my stomach and Drew moved out of the way so I could get to the door and let myself outside. I had thankfully pulled on a pair of knickers and a long t-shirt before I passed out last night.
I leaned against the side of the trailer, one hand on the side, the other rubbing my stomach willing the feeling to go away. I lurched forward as my gag reflexes kicked in and I threw up right beside a potted red flower. But it didn't stop and what I had eaten before bed hadn't digested properly and was coming back up in chunks. Never drinking again.
I crouched down and threw up some more and a moment later fingers brushed the side of my face and Drew scraped my hair back and held it off my face. When I was sure nothing else could come out of me I stood up.
"Thanks." I mumbled.
"Feel better?" Drew asked.
"Much better...but I need another drink and I need to brush my teeth asap." I glanced down at the mess on the ground. "Do you think anyone will notice?" I said.
Drew quickly grabbed a watering can from the neighbor's garden area and washed it away before anyone noticed he had taken the watering can. "All sorted." he said, and I followed him back inside the trailer where I had another drink.
"Here you go, I put all the stuff you need for the shower in here." Drew said, handing me the pink daisy backpack.
We left the trailer and headed for the showers. I couldn't stop yawning.
"You can sleep on the way." Drew reminded me.
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br /> "Right. What kind of transport?"
"I think they want to go in the Dodge, it's got five seats and a low bed at the back for the rest of the group, and they're going to fill a trailer with all the supplies and attach it to the back.
"So I get to sleep either inside the truck squashed up against other people or in the back where I'll be out in the open?"
"I think they modified the back with boards so nothing can reach in and grab you. And Alice said everyone could take their own pillow."
"Goody for me I get to bring my own pillow because that will help me sleep." I snorted.
"Better than no pillow." Drew smirked.
"Whatever." I laughed.
We had nearly made it to the showers when I started to feel sick again and all the water I had just drunk came spouting back out of me and into the flower bed in the cottage garden. I passed my bag to Drew and held my hair back myself this time.
"I bet you're regretting all those shots now, huh?" Drew said, holding my back out to me.
"My head hurts." I grumbled.
"Let's get you cleaned up, you'll feel better after a wash."
We had to wait at the edge of the grass for a cubicle to become free. The showers were particularly busy this morning.
"So what else did I miss last night at the top-secret meeting?" I asked.
"Not much. Washington is a fourteen-hour drive from here."
"Is that it? It sounds so easy when you say it like that."
"Fourteen hours if we don't run into any problems, blocked roads, unfriendlies, deadbie hordes, vehicle problems, bad weather, dangers of driving through the night-"
"Ok, you can stop. So it's not that easy. I wish it was though."
"We might get lucky for once." Drew said.
"When are we ever that lucky?" I said, looking sideways at him.
"Fingers crossed."
"And toes...Ugh. I feel sick again." I groaned, sticking my head between my legs and Drew rubbed my back. "I blame you for not finding me sooner and stopping me from drinking so much."
"My fault?" Drew laughed, standing up and hauling me to my feet. "Come on, alky." He ducked down and grabbed my backpack and guided me into a shower cubicle.
I stripped off, feeling like a zombie, I was too tired to even think. I stood under the bucket shivering, forgetting I was in there to get washed. But in my defense, it was hard to concentrate on anything when Drew was naked.
"You going to stare at me all day or get washed?" Drew teased, sticking his head under the water to wash the bubbles off. I smiled but made no effort to do anything other than stick my toothbrush in my mouth and close my eyes.
"Pretty, you can't fall asleep in the shower." Drew laughed.
"Can't I?" I replied as something soapy glided across my body.
I finished brushing my teeth, opening one eye to see Drew had taken it upon himself to get me washed. I wasn't complaining. We wouldn't get any time alone once we left this place.
He spun me around and washed my back and kissed my neck before spinning me back around and moving his soapy hands over my breasts. I was too tired to fight him off and I didn't want to anyhow.
"I know you're doing that on purpose." I said, trying not to laugh as he tickled my nipple.
"Doing what? Making sure you're clean. Also, I thought it was kinda romantic."
"Which part?" I laughed. "The groping my boobs?" I playfully snatched the shower puff from him. "Or making fun of me every chance you get and ignoring me the rest of time...yeah, there's nothing romantic going on here." I teased. "Not unless you're talking about the lurking in the shadows and stalking me every chance you get like some creep." I splashed bubbles in his face and he blew them off with a lopsided grin on his face.
"Some say creepy, some would say romantic." he said, hovering over me and trying to kiss me but I wouldn't let him reach my lips just yet.
"Some say, psycho." I moved my nose closer to rub against his.
"Tell me who and I'll make them disappear." he responded with a glint in his eye before he grabbed my hips and pulled me against his body. I slid my arms around his neck and stood up on my toes to meet him halfway. He blew a bubble off my cheek as his hand glided over my soapy back. He brought his mouth down on mine and our tongues clashed together. I knew we didn't have time for this to go any further but it was nice to just make out with him. I could kiss Drew all day long and still want more.
After a naughty make out session, giggles included, we finished in the shower and Drew got dressed inside the cubicle and I walked back to the trailer wrapped in a soft fluffy towel. I just wanted to curl up in bed as soon as I sat down on the edge of the comforter, but Drew chucked me some clean clothes and told me to get dressed, and started packing our bags. I got dressed and laid down for a second and nearly fell asleep but Drew was pulling me off the bed and shoving my backpack onto my arms. I pouted like a baby when he pulled me away from the comfort of the bed and out the door. We found everyone waiting around near the main picnic area. People were already busy at work taking down the stage and clearing up after last night. Pom had set up a table with extra supplies for us to pick up. Drew spun me around and loaded my bag with water bottles and extra food. There were already boxes of food and other supplies already packed into a trailer that was attached to a shiny silver truck with a low bed at the back, and there was a motorcycle parked up next to it and Pope was crouched down next to it with some tool in his hand. The rest of the group that was coming with us were busy adding sleeping bags and supplies to the trailer. And guns. Lots of guns. Drew left me and wandered over to speak to Pope.
I saw Lane waiting around with Margo. She kept cackling every time he said something to her. Lane and I clashed eyes but he quickly looked away. So it was going to be like that? Lane ignoring me. Whatever, I didn't care right now. I just wanted to get on the road so I could sleep.
"Boo!" Sophie made me jump, grabbing my shoulders from behind.
I turned to speak to her, thinking she had come to say her goodbyes but she was dressed differently, walking boots, tight jeans with a knife at her waistbelt, a thick sweatshirt, and gloves on her hands, and a large backpack on her back that looked like something a hiker would carry on their back.
"What's going on?" I asked, confused, spotting Hutch over her shoulder as he joined Pope and Drew beside the motorcycle.
"There's no way I was gonna let you have all the fun without me." Sophie replied, squeezing my shoulders.
"You're coming with us?"
"Damn right I am. I don't know what Hutch was thinking? He knew I would never agree to let him go without me."
"Is he ok with you coming?"
"No, but he doesn't have a choice."
"I'm glad you're coming, but you know it won't go as smoothly as we're all hoping. Nothing ever does."
"I know. And I'm aware of the risks. But we're better together." She smiled, putting her arm around my shoulders and knocking into me with her giant backpack.
"That thing is huge. Is it going to come alive and eat me?" I teased.
"I call him Baggy." she replied.
"Really? That's the best you came up with?" I chuckled.
"You'll hurt Baggy's feelings."
"Baggy could probably knock me out he's so big." I laughed.
"I know, right? Hutch insisted. He's packed everything we need into this pack."
"Did he remember your passports?" I joked as something knocked into my legs and I looked down to find Josh grinning at me.
"Hey, Josh." I smiled.
"You ready?" he asked.
"Yep, not looking forward to it, though." I said, my stomach suddenly getting nervous. Or was I going to be sick again?
"You okay? You look green." Josh said, noticing the look on my face.
"No, I think I'm gonna hurl again."
Sophie moved back a step and I passed her my bag before I threw up in the grass with everyone watching.
"Drink too much?" Alice laughed. Go away!
I took a deep breath and a few sips of water from a bottle Sophie handed to me, but nothing helped and I threw up again. But there was nothing left to bring up and just bile was coming up, hurting my insides.
Drew came over to stand with me. This was embarrassing. Was I the only one that couldn't handle my drink without getting sick? I didn't see anyone else throwing up. Not even Sophie and she drank a shitload last night.
"Is she ok?" I heard Pope say.
"She's just feeling a bit rough this morning." Drew responded.
"She's just hungover. She's not dying." I heard Nick mutter from somewhere behind me but I still had my head down, trying to decide if I was going to be sick again. I stood up and wiped my mouth with a napkin Drew had suddenly got his hands on.
"Thanks." I smiled and had some more to drink.
"Drew, can I have a word?" Alice called.
Drew wandered over to her and they exchanged a few words and she handed him a box.
"What's that?" I asked as he walked back to me.
"Contacts." he replied.
"What for?" I asked, taking the box from him and digging through the plain colored contact lenses.
"They're to put in your eyes." Drew responded.
"I know what you do with them, Drew. Why did she give them to you?"
"She thinks it would be a good idea for you to wear them while we're on the road."
"Why? She thinks I look too much like a freak?"
"No, she said it might help you to stay safe from anyone that wants to hurt you. And she has a point. We don't know how people will react if they see your eyes."
"I'll just wear the sunglasses."
"They might break and you won't always have them on, like say at night. And your eyes glow at night."
"They don't glow. It's just the moonlight reflecting off of them."
"Uh-huh." Drew smirked, pushing his hands into his pockets.
"You think I should wear them?"
"Yeah, I do. It's not the deadbies I am worried about getting their hands on you anymore."
"I've never worn contacts before but it can't be rocket science."
"These are daily disposables, you can chuck 'em away at the end of the day."
