“You don’t have to…” My words are cut off by my strangled moan when her soft palm runs over the head of my cock then back down my length in a firm stroke.
She leans forward pressing her lips to mine. “I want to. Make me forget, Drake. Please.”
I don’t recognize the tortured sound that makes its way up my throat. She’s killing me. We haven’t talked about what she went through… I don’t know if she was—I can’t even think it.
“Did he… I mean, he didn’t…” I struggle to find the words to ask what I need to know.
“He didn’t rape me if that’s what you’re asking.”
My breath rushes out of me, and the relief is almost as powerful as the moment I saw her for the first time after she’d been taken. “Thank God.”
“Drake, make love to me. Help me forget. Love me, please.”
Our lips meld together in a tender kiss. Tongues dance together like they’ve been partners forever. Our breaths mingle until we are one and the same. We kiss like we need the other to breathe. It’s not far off from how I feel. Joselynn is more necessary than oxygen. She’s the only thing I need.
I’m careful as I take her t-shirt off, mindful of her injuries. When she’s stretched out under me completely stripped bare, the bruises covering her body are stark in comparison to her milky white skin. It pisses me off that Frankie got off so easily. He deserved a slow, painful death. A bullet to the head was more mercy than he deserved.
I kiss each and every bruise. Trying to erase the memory with my lips. Determined to rewrite how Joselynn sees herself like she did for me when she worshiped my scarred body. I don’t want her looking in the mirror and seeing the victim she used to be. No, I want her to see the woman I love. The fighter she is.
By the time I make my way down her body to her pussy, she is soaked. Normally, I would tease her. Torture her with slow flicks of my tongue, but we are both too raw after everything that’s happened. I lick and suck at her pussy like I’ve been starving for it for my whole life. Hell, maybe I have been.
Joselynn’s climax builds and builds until she shatters for me. She’s fucking glorious as she takes the pleasure I’m giving her. I lick her over and over, drawing out her orgasm, letting her ride it out until she melts into the mattress, sated. I crawl over her, slowly, dragging my tongue up her body, stopping to press kisses to her pretty pink nipples before moving to her lips.
She returns my kiss with fervor. I suck in a breath when my cock meets the wet heat of her pussy. Then practically go cross-eyed when she tilts her hips, causing me to slip inside her. Just that scant inch of her tight pussy surrounding me makes my brain short circuit. My baser instincts scream at me to fuck her. To rut. To claim her as mine. But I fight back that desire and fill her slowly.
Our lips never part as I make love to her. And when we come, we come together.
25
Joselynn
“Five more minutes,” I mumble sleepily at whatever woke me up. I snuggle closer to Drake, dozing lazily. A minute later, Hank starts barking and growling, and I realize the sound that woke me up is someone knocking at the front door. A little sliver of fear jolts through me before I squash it. Frankie is dead. I don’t have to be scared anymore. Besides, a criminal wouldn’t be knocking on the front door, waiting for an invitation to come in.
Drake runs a hand lazily, down my body, stopping to cup my butt. “Maybe if we ignore them, they will go away?” he asks hopefully.
I groan, “Doubtful. I’m guessing it’s Kieffer.”
Drake looks downright mad at that possibility. “I told him I’d call him when you were ready. You don’t have to talk to him.”
“Calm down, Hulk. No need to turn green on me. Honestly, I’d rather get it over with. The faster I answer his questions, the faster we can move on with our lives.”
He sighs like my perfectly logical answer puts him out. “Fine.”
Drake dresses a lot quicker than I do. I’m sore all over. I try not to show it because I don’t want Drake to worry, but based on the dark look he’s sporting, I do a crappy job of it. Drake seems to shake himself out of whatever homicidal thoughts he’s having and gives me a sweet kiss.
Everything feels like it’s going to be a-okay when we walk hand in hand to the door. I was right; it is Kieffer. Except Lindsay is also here. Her eyes are red-rimmed, and she looks completely disheveled. Her dad must’ve told her what happened.
I groan when she throws herself at me, hugging me tightly. Kieffer has to pry her away from me. “Let’s let Jos—I mean Angel—breathe.”
I’m not sure who is more outraged. Lindsay from being forced to release me or me from being called Angel. I don’t have a chance to correct him, though. He doesn’t waste any time getting right down to business. I tell him everything that happened from finding Law on the floor, something I still feel guilty about, to the moment Drake shot Frankie.
Kieffer fills in a few gaps in the story… like the man that I thought I recognized is actually an acquaintance of Kieffer’s. He works undercover a lot, but he’s been to a couple of the barbecues that Kieffer is famous for. It’s not surprising that I didn’t place him. Those parties tend to be crowded, and I’m a total wallflower, choosing to stick to Lindsay’s side instead of mingling.
From what Kieffer gathered, Frankie must’ve followed me to Charlotte when I first moved. He says he doesn’t know how Frankie tracked me, but the knowing look he gives Drake makes me think that maybe there’s more to the story. I’m perfectly fine with never knowing.
Sadly, Sara was a real person. She was a nurse that worked a few towns over. The resemblance to Stephanie is almost uncanny. All it took was a little hair dye, and no one questioned her. The real Sara is probably long dead thanks to Frankie’s Machiavellian scheme. That’s how she passed the background checks that Drake and Kieffer both ran. The real Sara was a real girl scout, and there was no reason to doubt that she was exactly who she said she was.
The one thing we might never know the answer to is why Frankie waited so long to make contact with me. He wasn’t the patient type. It doesn’t make sense to me. With Frankie dead, there is no one to answer that question. I’ll have to find some way to let it go.
“Well, I guess the only thing left is to tell you some good news,” Kieffer claps his hands together like he’s excited to be the one to tell me. “You’re officially out of hiding. No more witness protection. You can be Angel Tate again. Of course, we will have your name amended on your degree and all your legal documents. It’ll be a simple call to explain things to the hospital to get things changed with them. You get your life back!”
“No,” I say, shaking my head vehemently. “I’m not Angel Tate anymore. She’s dead. I’m Joselynn Brooks. Angel was a whole other life, one that I’m done living. Have been done with for a long time.” I look at Drake loving the way he’s looking back at me with love and adoration. “I don’t want to move backward. I want to move forward. Joselynn is who I am now, who I want to be.”
Kieffer looks mildly disappointed that I took the wind out of his sails. I understand. He thought he was giving me something back that I was forced to give up. And I was forced to give it up, but I’m okay with that now. I’ve made my peace with it. I’m happy now. Happier than I’ve ever been.
“Well, if that’s what you want, kiddo.”
I sit up straighter, proud of myself for choosing the life I want to live instead of being forced back into something that doesn’t fit anymore. “It is.”
Lindsay and Kieffer leave a few minutes later. Lindsay only agreeing to leave if I promised to call her tomorrow. Drake then had to confess that he may have thrown my phone against a wall. He’s forgiven when he promises to replace it. Honestly, I don’t care too much. I’m not attached to my phone like some people. I’ve never done social media for obvious reasons. And other than being able to make calls and occasionally text, I didn’t really use it.
Drake shuts and locks the door. “I thought they would nev
er leave.”
“It’s only been an hour or so, crazy man,” I laugh, feeling lighter than I ever have.
He growls, taking a step closer to me. Instinctively, I take a step back. We play this little game all the way to the bedroom. Me taking a step back, him advancing on me with a predatory look on his face that does things to my body. Naughty things.
“What are you doing?” My words are breathy, betraying how turned on I am right now.
“Getting you right where I want you,” he says as my knees hit the bed. He doesn’t quit advancing. He doesn’t stop until he’s got me flat on the bed and he’s hovering over me. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m sporting your favorite color.”
“Don’t even joke. I hate seeing these bruises on you.” My heart stutters in my chest at the tender kisses he rains down my bruised cheek.
“They’ll go away.”
“Not soon enough.”
Deciding it’s time for a distraction, I thread my fingers through his hair and pull his lips to mine. Thankfully, he doesn’t resist. Our kiss starts slow and sweet. It doesn’t take long for the fire to ignite that always burns brightly when we’re together like this. Drake moves between my legs, and I groan at the feel of him hot and hard against me.
We slowly undress each other as we kiss and touch. Last night wasn’t enough for either of us. I think it’ll take a while for us to reaffirm that we are okay. Things could’ve been so much worse. We are damn lucky I walked away with just a few bruises. I push that out of my mind, focusing instead on the man before me.
Drake is on his back, naked. It’s a glorious sight. How anyone could look at him and call him a monster completely baffles me. I won’t lie, his scars are fearsome, but not in the way you think. They are fearsome because they’re a visible reminder that I could’ve lost him before I ever had the chance to meet him.
So many things had to happen in our pasts for us to get to this point. I hate that we both had to suffer, and yet, I can’t regret any of it because it brought me here. To this moment. It took me changing who I am to become the person Drake loves.
“You just going to stare at me, firecracker?”
“Mmm… it is a mighty fine sight indeed. But no, I’m not just going to stare. That’s just the appetizer.”
I lean over, letting my hair trail over his chest and abdomen, something I know he secretly loves, even though he complains it tickles. I quit my sensual torture and take his cock in my hand. Both of us let out a breathless moan. I’m not the kind of girl who thinks penises are beautiful. In fact, I’ve always thought they were awkward looking. Like those digger people on Fraggle Rock, with their little hard hats… Not Drake’s his is perfect. Long and so thick my fingers don’t reach entirely around him. I could touch him for hours and never get bored.
Drake lets out a frustrated groan when I move my lips over him but don’t take him in my mouth, letting my breath skate over him. I look up at him and find his lust-filled eyes trained on me. I don’t look away as I flick my tongue out, and I get my first taste of him. I lick him again when a bead of pre-come drips from his tip. He tastes salty-sweet and all together manly. I never enjoyed this with Frankie. He always took control and was rough with me, but Drake is content to let me have my way. I can tease and pleasure him to my heart’s desire.
Slowly, I slip my lips over him, sucking him deep. I can’t take all of him, but it’s fun trying. Drake’s eyes are blazing blue fire as he watches me work him over. His hands are fisted at his sides, opening and closing like he’s straining to control the urge to fist my hair and take over. I love him even more for showing restraint. I reward his restraint by sucking him deep into my throat, running my tongue along the underside of his cock.
“Fuck, your mouth. God, firecracker, you’re killing me.”
Drake’s hips give a little involuntary thrust as I continue to suck him, harder and deeper. I love that he’s losing control. I want him to lose control with me. I don’t want him to see me as fragile. I do something I’ve never willingly done before. I take Drake’s cock into the back of my throat and swallow. I’m rewarded with a throaty moan and two strong hands buried in my hair. Drake’s perfect control has well and truly snapped.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Drake moans, his hands tightening in my hair. Even though he’s holding me, he’s still letting me control how deep I take him. Every time he hits the back of my throat, he curses and makes inarticulate sounds. I can tell he’s getting close and I redouble my efforts.
“No!” Drake uses his grip of my hair to gently pull me off of him. “I don’t want to come in your mouth. I want to be deep inside that tight little pussy of yours when I come.”
I’d be a fool to argue with that. “Yes, please.”
“So polite when you’re about to be filled with cock,” Drake teases.
“Good manners are never a bad thing.” He laughs when I wink at him sassily.
I squeal in surprise when he sits up, grabs me by the hips and sets me on his lap, so I’m straddling him. His cock trapped between our bodies. I move my hips a little causing his hard length to glide over my wet heat. I nearly go cross-eyed when he rubs against my clit. It feels so good that I do it again. And again.
With a gentle push on his shoulders, Drake lays back. The angle change does interesting, wonderful things. I reach down to guide him inside me, and Drake stops me. “Not yet.”
He grips my hips and rocks me against him. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it feels even better when he’s in control of my movements. Somehow, he seems to know exactly how to move me to give the perfect amount of pressure and friction until I’m dancing on the precipice. Waiting for him to push me over into bliss. His hot mouth finds my nipple, and that’s exactly what I needed to send me flying.
I come so hard my whole body shakes from the overwhelming sensations. I don’t have time to fully come down from my orgasm before Drake enters me in one firm stroke. One orgasm flows into the next, and now it’s my turn to make inarticulate sounds.
I never really understood how a woman could be on top and yet not be in control. I’ve read that in dozens of romance novels but always rolled my eyes at the cheesiness. Well, just call me convinced. It’s totally possible. Oh, Lord, is it possible. I don’t know exactly how I lost control of the situation, but I’m glad I did.
With his hands on my hips, he raises and lowers me onto his cock, his hips rising to meet my downward movement making each stroke even more powerful. It’s heaven. It’s hell. It’s every-fucking-thing.
“Drake!”
“You gonna come again, firecracker? I can feel your little pussy clamping down on me. Fighting to keep me buried deep inside you.”
My pussy spasms at his dirty words. Who knew I liked dirty talk? Only with Drake.
“So close!” I cry out, falling forward, so my hands are resting on his chest.
“That’s it, baby. Let go. Let me feel you.”
I rock my hips in time with his movements, grinding my clit against his length as it shuttles in and out of me. Within seconds, I’m screaming my orgasm to the heavens. I groan when I feel the hot wash of Drake’s release filling me. It’s so intimate and just… perfect. I love being with him like this.
We lay tangled in each other’s arms for a long time. Neither of us saying anything. I wish I could freeze this moment in time because it truly is the most perfect moment.
Frankie is gone forever. I never have to be scared that he’s going to jump out of the shadows at me again. I no longer have to live on the run. I’m done hiding. For the first time that I can remember I am completely free. Free to be who I want to be. Love who I want to love.
“I love you, firecracker.”
“It’s like you read my mind. I love you too, Drake. Thank you for saving me.”
Drake tugs on a lock of my hair, a smile spread across his face. “You were doing a damn fine job saving yourself.”
I smirk b
ack at him. “Well, a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do.”
“And what does this girl want to do?” Drake asks.
I don’t even have to think of my response. “I want to make a wish.” His eyebrows raise in question. “Guess it’s a good time to mention that today is my birthday. My real birthday. Hmm… I wonder if Kieffer could maybe fix that. It would be nice to have a real day to celebrate.”
Drake gets out of bed, walking naked to the bathroom. He comes out a moment later with his phone to his ear. “Blake, I need a cake.” I can’t hear her, but I know Drake’s sister is chewing him out for his lousy phone etiquette before asking what in the hell he’s talking about. “A birthday cake. Today is Joselynn’s birthday.” Drake’s long-suffering sigh makes me giggle. I know his twin is giving him a hard time for springing something so important on her last minute. “It’s a surprise for me too. I literally found out ten seconds before I called. Can you help me get a cake or not?”
He talks for a few more minutes, then hangs up.
“Blake, Hutch, and the kids will be here in thirty.”
I look down at my sweaty, naked, sexed-up body. Crap. I need a shower stat. I can’t meet Drake’s sister for the first time smelling like sex. Drake laughs as I flail about trying to get myself in the shower. I groan when I remember I still don’t have any of my things and I’m going to have to use Drake’s all-in-one body wash, shampoo, conditioner monstrosity again. I’m so sorry hair. Don’t hate me. I’m mid-apology when the shower door opens. Drake standing there in all his naked glory is truly a sight to behold. Drake standing there in all his naked glory, holding my shampoo and conditioner is a divine experience.
“Thought you might want these.”
“How?”
“Hutch brought the bag you packed over last night. He left it in the garage so he wouldn’t disturb us.”
I don’t even try to hide my enthusiasm over having my things. “That means I have clothes! And all my hair products! Hutch is my favorite.”
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