Page 25 of Jocked Up

I cried out as I braced my hand on the other side of the shower, Drake holding me to him as he braced his back against the wall. My legs quivered as the pleasure built, my ass grinding back into him as we moved in the rhythm of passion that only lovers know. I pressed back, he pressed forward, and as his cock, sliding against my ass, stimulated me, his fingers sent me into an orgasm that tore a harsh sound from my lips.

I shook in his arms, my body quaking as the pleasure tore through me. I hadn’t come since the last time we’d had sex, I needed this and gave myself up to the moment of color-filled blackness, the most peaceful moment the human brain can know as it stops thinking for a split second to simply enjoy pleasure.

Drake refused to move away when I pushed at his hand and I started to protest but his lips clamped down on the back of my neck and I experienced one of the most erotic sensations of my life as he sucked at my flesh. Instead of being too much sensation Drake’s fingers sent me over the edge again as he sucked at the back of my neck. He growled fiercely as my body once more shook in his arms, his cock sliding into my grasping tight body as he bent me forward slightly.

“Mine.” He growled as he slid into me, breaking away from my neck for a moment. I could only shake my head in agreement, my body too tired to form a response.

I clung onto a handle as he thrust into me, his pounding rhythm making my body respond once more. I thought I was done but the sensation of Drake sliding into me and pulling out was a massage of already overstimulated nerves. My body did what it wanted to and it screamed in delight as he continued to slide into me, over and over again.

Drake moaned, he gasped, erotic sounds that he made as he drove us on together this time. I was just starting to make a keening sound of ultimate pleasure when he let out a primal sound, a sound of deep satisfaction and I felt him pulsing within me. My silken walls pulsed in return, grasping at him as he emptied into me. I didn’t care, I didn’t worry about getting pregnant again, I just gave my own growl of satisfaction as I felt him shudder behind me.

We stood beneath the steam, our bodies being rinsed as we clung together, and I thought I felt Drake shiver. I didn’t say anything, though, I just held him, turned to face him now, as we let the hot water run over us in the cold room. This was heaven, being held in his arms.

So many months ago I’d been afraid; terrified to let him back into my life but now, now we were joined together in a way I hadn’t understood then. Now we were partners and I needed him as much as he needed me.

Finally, we left the shower, wrapping up in the thick white towels provided by the hotel and went into our room. Drake called room service to order wine and beignets, as I put on a pot of coffee. I was sure we were going to be up for a while. With my hair wrapped in a towel, I lounged out on the red divan against one wall. I read the leaflet the hotel had left in the room as Drake called to check on the kids.

“Drake?” I called out to him as he put his phone down. “The kids alright.”

“Fine babe. What ya reading?” He was happy, he’d gone all country boy on me.

“Oh, apparently the hotel was some kind of brothel in the past. I remember reading about bed and breakfasts in New Orleans a while back. Almost all of them claimed to be a former brothel. Do you think men were just constantly walking from one house to the next? There were so many!”

“Well, if any of them provided the kind of services you do Miss Bethany, I’d have been walking around all day, though it might have been a funny walk after a while.” He was grinning at me from the end of the divan, his hand traveling up my leg.

“Stop that!” I glared playfully. “I’m getting doughnuts first!”

“Mm, yes you are, I suppose. I’ll go sort the bathroom then.”

Damn it all, I thought to myself, I should have checked his pockets! But he’d get his nerve up soon enough. He wasn’t a coward; it just seemed that Drake needed some encouragement. I thought he was just having a moment of doubt about himself earlier. He’d get his courage up soon enough.

He didn’t get his courage up that night but we did end up getting the powdered sugar from our beignets all over the bed as Drake found creative ways to eat the hot treats from my body. I giggled at first, but then I moaned as his tongue had to dig into my skin to get every last bit of the sugar off of me. By the time we’d finished the bottle of wine we were lost in each other, lost in sensation, and lost to the world, there was only us.

* * *

The next morning, we were having breakfast on our balcony, our bodies still demanding more sleep, when Drake drug me back to the bed. I laughed, pressing my palms into his chest.

“Down boy, I need some recovery time!” I joked but meant it, I wasn’t used to all of this attention.

“No, I just wanted to look at you in the bed again. Your hair is all sexy and messy, your face is scrubbed clean of makeup, and now you’re naked again.” He conveniently opened my bathrobe and pushed it from my shoulders. “I love you like this. I love you.”

“Oh.” I blinked up at him. He’d said it finally, the words we’d still yet to say. I felt my heart swelling as tears filled my eyes. “I love you too, Drake. I always have but now, I love you in a grown up way, not the love of a teenage girl with a crush or an infatuation but a deep abiding love.”

“Good.” He reached down into the pocket of his robe and pulled out a small black box. He didn’t open it yet because he shifted, getting to his knees as he looked down at me. “Bethany, I’ve retired from football, I’ve settled everything with my contract. I don’t need to be running around a field anymore. I’ve sold the house in Los Angeles, I’ve got millions in the bank, and I love you. I’ve done a lot of growing up this year and well, I want to spend my life with you and I want to do it right. Will you be my wife? Will you marry me?”

I rested against the pillows staring up at him. He’d done it, he’d really asked me to marry him! But he’d quit football!

“But Drake, you love that game! You can’t quit!”

“I’ve seen too many injuries, too many concussions, and too many men squandering their youth. It’s alright for some I guess but I got the ring I wanted, now I want to give you one. Well, two actually.” He grinned at me, his gaze turning into a plea. “Please, Bethany?”

At that point, he opened the box but instead of a ring I saw a piece of paper folded up. I looked up at him confused but took the paper out.

“It’s the form to change Peter’s birth certificate. I know I’m the world’s biggest idiot but I finally figured it out. He’s mine and I want the world to know he’s mine. Can I have my son as my son and you as my wife, Bethany?” He was full of questions today.

I looked deep into his eyes but I saw no anger, no malice, and no resentment. He understood then. He realized why I’d hidden the truth. I felt a great burden lifting from my shoulders.

“I didn’t want to ruin your life. So often young girls are told how a baby ruins their lives, and that the men will always leave. Well, you left me before I even knew so I kept it to myself. But you’ve changed, Drake. I know that. Yes, I’ll sign the form, and yes, I’ll marry you.” He swooped down on me then, his fingers sliding a most astonishing ring on my finger as he whooped to the heavens. We were going to be married!