by Goode, Ella
“I don’t want to get it wrong,” he admits with a long sigh. At his admission something inside of me cracks. I crawl across the bed into his lap, straddling him.
“Say you won’t leave me,” he demands. His hands go to my hips to secure me to him.
“Not sure I could if I wanted to,” I tease. He leans in, brushing his mouth against mine. I don’t pull away. I let him kiss me. I don’t kiss him back. I tell myself it’s because he hasn't explained himself but I know it’s because I’m enjoying the feel of him. I’m savoring every moment I can at this point. I’m not sure where he is going to go with his explanation. I need to enjoy every second possible with him in case I don’t like the explanation he gives.
I decide to break the ice since he can’t seem to get the words out. I don’t know why I find that so adorable but I do. Probably because I don’t think he’s a man that’s at a loss for words often.
“Why don’t you want me here? I thought we had something.”
He takes my mouth and shoves his tongue in it, cutting off any other words from me.
“Fuck!” he barks. “Is that what you thought, baby? That I didn’t want you here? There is nothing further from the truth. I don’t want to be anywhere that you’re not.” His words shock me. “The country is where you belong, Delilah. Not in this big rough city. I was simply telling your dad that you’d be happiest going home.” He takes a deep breath, having put together what I must have heard of his phone call. “My home is wherever you are. I can’t live without you. I never knew what love was until I saw a girl standing in Times Square yesterday. I’ve been a goner ever since.” He wipes the tears that are dripping down my cheeks.
I’ve been silent this entire time, just taking in every word that his handsome mouth is saying. If Ma were here she’d be shocked I’ve kept my mouth closed for so long without giving my two cents.
“You want me?” I whisper. Wanting to hear it again. “Want me enough to leave the city?” I add. Needing to hear that too. I’ve been wanting to go home from almost the second I got here but he was here. I knew Ma was right. I wasn't made for the city, but maybe I was made for him.
“I do more than want you, baby. I love you.” He lifts my chin to look in my eyes.
He gently places kisses along my face and jaw. I’m sure my mouth is hanging open a little in shock at his admission of love. He takes that opportunity to slide his tongue in and caress mine with his. I kiss him back because I love this man too.
I rock my hips on the hard cock that is pressing against me, delving deeper into the kiss and making Drake groan.
“I want you, Drake. All of you. I need it,” I say as I continue rubbing against him. My life feels as though it’s coming together. All these pieces sliding into place. I know now it wasn't the city I wanted. It was him. That was the pull that I’d felt so badly.
“Tell me you forgive me, Delilah. Tell me you love me. Tell me you’re going to marry me and I’ll give you whatever you need,” he demands again.
My body stops moving immediately at his words. “Did you just ask me to marry you, Drake Weston?” I lift my eyebrow at him.
“Is that a problem for you?” Drake lifts his eyebrow to mirror my own.
“No, it’s not a problem. It’s a yes,” I reply, smiling big, giving him my dimples and all.
16
Drake
My heart pounds in my chest. You’d think I was on the edge of striking one of the biggest business deals of my life. No, fuck that. I’ve never had my heart pound this hard for that. This is all different. Just like my sweet, wild Delilah. She is different than anything I’ve ever known in my life.
She is soft and sweet with a side that could piss me off like I never thought possible. I’m pretty sure she does that shit on purpose but I love it. It doesn't matter what she’s doing. She can keep on doing whatever it is. It makes me feel more alive than I ever have.
I dig my hand into her hair. It’s more wild than normal from her having been draped over my shoulder. I called in every favor I could to get my ass onto that plane as fast as possible and to get her off. Oh, we’re going back home, but we’re doing that shit together. She keeps on smiling at me so big I can’t help but do the same. How the hell did I get so lucky? I lean in, kissing that smile that now belongs to me for the rest of my life.
I turn us, pushing her down onto the bed. “Where are we?” she asks, sounding dazed, when I pull my mouth from her to kiss her neck.
“My plane,” I tell her before taking a nip of her softness.
“Of course you own a plane.” She tries to giggle but I cut it off when I slip my hand up her dress, pulling her panties from her. Her hips rise, trying to help me, but I already have them gone before she can. I’ll be adding them to the small collection that I’m making. I tuck them into my pants pocket for safe keeping.
I take her dainty foot and place it on my shoulder. I begin to kiss her softly, dragging my tongue up her leg as I go. The taste of her sweet skin makes my cock grow harder than it already is.
“Drake. Please. I need you,” she says, almost panting. I want it badly too. I’m just enjoying the taste of every part of her.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to give that pretty pussy exactly what it’s begging for. I’m going to take that sweet cherry from it and it’s going to take every inch from me.” Her hips rise in the air on their own again. I can almost hear her sweet cunt begging for me. I push her legs apart to reveal my sweet treat. Her arousal glistens on the small patch of hair that lines my gift.
My cock pushes at my slacks, wanting out, but I need to get her ready first. I’m not a small man and I want this to be so good for her. I continue trailing kisses up her soft legs. I can feel those beautiful eyes watching my every move. I lift my head to look at her. I watch her little tongue peek out and wet those plump lips. I lean forward, putting some of my weight on her as I kiss that pretty mouth of hers. Her hands instinctively go to my belt buckle. She slips her warm little hand inside and grabs my cock. I almost come in her hand but I don’t want to waste it. I have other plans.
“Take your dress off for me, Delilah. Show me all of you. I need to see you bare.” She does as I ask quickly, not shy in the least.
I bend down to kiss that beautiful mouth of hers again but she stops me.
“I want you naked also. I want us with nothing between us.” She watches me as I pull my already undone belt off, tossing it to the floor. Everything else follows quickly. Her legs widen even more as I reach down to stroke my cock, enjoying the view of her body laid out before me.
She stares at my body hungrily. I can see the lust in her eyes as she leans up to trace lines down my chest. I lean in, kissing her mouth quickly before I make my way down to her breast. I lick her nipple until it hardens more under my tongue. I suck it into my mouth, enjoying the tiny whimpers that are leaving her mouth. Even though I know her pussy is dripping wet with arousal, I ask her anyway.
“Are you wet for me, Delilah?”
She moans in response as I continue to lick her nipple again before making my way to the other. I slide my fingers down her center and dip one into her slick channel. Her greedy little cunt sucks it in. Her hips are pumping back and forth, trying to get me deeper. I remove my slick finger and bring it to her other nipple, spreading her desire there. My mouth immediately closes over her, tasting the sweetness of her pussy while I nibble on her pert nipple.
“Oh God,” she moans, her hands digging into my hair. I grip the sheets tightly in my hold, trying to get my shit together. But she keeps lifting those hips, making her pussy glide along my cock. At this point I’m not sure who's making who wet. I know my cock is dripping cum.
“Drake, please. I need this,” she pleads. It’s bittersweet. She shouldn’t have to beg for anything but a primal part of me enjoys hearing her beg me.
“I don’t want to hurt you. It’s been a long time,” I admit. So long I can’t even fucking remember. I don’t want to remember. I only want her in my thoughts.<
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“Really? I heard there’s a line,” she huffs out. Making me remember the odd comment she’d said when I was pulling her off the plane.
“If there’s a line to get at me they have been waiting a fucking long time,” I tell her, lining my cock up with her small opening.
“Oh my.” Her plump lips form a perfect O.
“Only one place my cock—and me, for that matter—want to be.” I push in more, feeling her innocence kiss my cock.
“We’ve been waiting for you, it seems,” I tell her, bending to kiss her as I thrust inside. Her small hands dig into my back. I try and hold myself still as I kiss her. I know it’s not possible to absorb any of her pain but fuck it, I want to try.
“Drake, move,” she drawls in a sassy demand when I finally stop kissing her to make sure I haven’t hurt her. My cock is fucking dying from how tight she is. I’m pretty sure I might have come a little but I was too wrapped up in all of her to pay any attention.
“God, I love you baby,” I tell her. I know with her my life is going to be full of surprises. You never know what she is going to say or do.
“Love you too, Drake.” She says the last part as I start to thrust in and out of her. We’re both on edge. Fighting not to come. Wanting this to last as long as we can.
“We have forever, baby,” I remind her. “Not to mention a long flight,” I grit out. I won’t come fully until she does.
Her greedy little cunt keeps sucking me deeper into her tightness. Her nails are digging into my ass as she pulls me to her.
“Drake,” she pleads with a shaky voice. I feel her cunt start to quiver around my cock and that’s the last thing I remember. My body takes over thrusting inside of her.
“I can feel your pussy coming on my cock, baby. It’s so fucking good. I’m going to spill all of my cum in that virgin pussy of yours. You’re going to take every drop of it. My cock is the only cock this sweet pussy will ever know.” I feel her climax at my words.
She comes all over my cock, locking me inside of her. I spill all of myself inside of her tight cunt and collapse on top of her.
I lift my head and see those beautiful dimples. I kiss each one of them and then her mouth.
Her smile falters for a second and a look of worry shows on it.
“What’s the matter, baby? Did I hurt you?” Worry grips my stomach.
“No, of course you didn’t hurt me. That was beyond anything I could have imagined.” She touches my face.
“What is it then, Delilah?” I’m hoping she'll answer and put me out of my misery.
“I’m not on anything, Drake,” she whispers.
I stare at her with confusion on my face until it finally clicks in my mind. My cock hardens inside her pussy at her admission. I begin to thrust into her slowly.
“Guess we better get married first thing then,” I tell her. She moans softly, nodding her head. We both know she’s going to be pregnant by the time we land back home.
Epilogue
Delilah
Three months later - wedding day
“Delilah!” my Ma screams after me. I pick up the bottom of my dress, kicking off the pretty white heels I was supposed to wear. “Don’t you do it,” she warns. I flick my gaze over to Ma, who is standing with her hands on her hips. She’s smiling, though, already knowing that I’m going to do it.
Three months I’ve been waiting for this wedding. Three freaking months! I was already cooking up a baby boy inside of me. I can’t believe Dad didn’t have me down at the courthouse five minutes after we landed. There was nothing that was going to stand in my way of marrying Drake. It can rain all it wants to today but it won’t be on my parade. I quickly grab my boots from near the door and slip my feet into them. I almost sigh in relief. They are so much more comfortable then those heels Ma had me wearing.
I glance over my shoulder one more time and wink at her. She just shakes her head and laughs at me. Picking up the hem of my dress, I step out into the rain. I am going to be Mrs. Weston today, come rain or shine.
I call for Bacon to follow me, but she stands at the threshold of the door, not wanting to get wet. “Really, Bacon?” She is the only pig that doesn’t enjoy the mud. I turn when I hear a whistle, knowing who I’m going to see.
Drake steps out from under one of the tents that they are fighting to set up. The rain pours down on him too. Bacon goes flying past me like she always does when Drake calls for her. He’s the only person she’ll actually listen to. I’d be annoyed if it wasn’t so stinking cute.
I drop the bottom of my dress, not caring if I get mud or God knows what else on it as I walk toward the man I’m about to marry. He smiles, not surprised that I am getting married come rain or shine. This day would still be perfect in my eyes because I’m marrying the perfect man for me.
He meets me in the middle of the aisle, not waiting for me to get to him. Clearly he’s as ready for this as I am. A few people cheer as he picks me up so I’m taller than he is now. Everyone is watching us from under the one tent they managed to get up. The wind wasn’t helping them any with the next.
“Knew the rain wasn't going to stop you.” He smiles up at me. That smile still makes my heart flutter every time.
“Little mud never hurt anyone.” I lean down, cupping his face and kissing him. More cheers ring out. Most of the town is here. I pull my mouth from his, looking over to where everyone is standing.
“Come give me away, Dad!” I shout. Drake puts me back down on my feet as both of my parents come over to us, smiling as big as I am. “Go.” I shoo Drake to get back up where Judy, Ma’s best friend, is waiting for us so she can do the ceremony. I knew she wouldn't mind the rain either. Bacon follows Drake, sitting next to him as Dad and Ma walk me down the aisle, handing me over to Drake.
“Knew this day would come,” Dad says to Drake before pulling him in for a hug. “I don’t have to tell you to be good to my little girl. I know you will.”
My eyes water watching them, knowing what this means to Drake. Loving that not only has my dad given him those words, but my soon-to-be husband holds them close to his soul. My parents mean as much to him as they do to me.
They step back as Judy starts the vows. I only hear half of what she’s saying. Between the rain and the look Drake is giving me I can’t focus on much. It isn't until Drake is kissing me again do I know I’m married.
Everyone hoots and hollers for us again, making me laugh as Drake picks me up.
“Forget the tent!” I point to the barn. “After party is there. We’ll see you all in an hour!” I shout as loud as I can, making everyone cheer louder than before.
Drake doesn’t need to be told to get moving. I don’t know where we’re going but I can’t wait another second to be alone with my husband after Ma held me hostage last night. Okay, maybe not held me hostage, but she wouldn’t let me go back to the place Drake and I have been staying while we look for a place to live. Something that has been harder than I thought. It’s over thirty minutes from here but nothing is coming up for sale.
“Where we going?” I ask as he puts me into his truck and hops into the driver's seat. Not taking the main road but cutting right across the field. “We going to make out like teenagers in a truck on prom night?”
“What do you know about prom night?” Drake’s head turns my way, the smile dropping from his face. I roll my eyes. “Fine.” I roll my eyes ‘cause he’s right. I know nothing about prom night. “Okay, like we did the other night after we left family dinner?”
“Don’t wear dresses that short,” he fires back, his eyes going back to the road he’s now making through the field.
“The dress wasn't that short. I-” I stop talking when we get to the top of the hill we’ve been climbing. Seeing where we’re headed. For the first time in my life I stay quiet. I just let my eyes take in everything in front of me.
“Drake.” My voice trembles. I know that house. I know that house because it’s the house I described when Drake asked me what
I dreamed of having. I told him, even knowing that no such house existed around here, because I had dreamed it up in my head when I was a little girl. There it is, though. A dream no more.
“I hope I got it right,” I hear him say, but I’m so shocked I can’t respond. When he pulls me from the truck I kiss him all over his face. Anywhere and everywhere I can get my mouth on him.
“You built it for me?” My bottom lip trembles now.
“I’d build anything for you. You should know that by now.” The next thing I know my back hits a bed. He must have moved us inside when we were kissing. He starts pulling at my wedding dress. Maybe I should help him but I only watch as he strips me down. Then he does the same to himself.
“I do. I really do know that.” I pull him down to me, kissing him deeply. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have found him or well, maybe he found me, but he is the other half of my soul. The reason I chased the big city. It wasn't the city I was looking for. It was him.
He pulls away, moving down my body, kissing the scar on the center of my chest that I’ve had since I was a baby. He then moves down to kiss the small baby bump that is barely forming. Drake looks up at me and I give him the dimples that he loves so much. I smile, knowing that he is my home. I smile, knowing that even though the doctors saved my life so many years ago that Drake was the one to show me where my heart truly belonged.
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