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“And if I am?”
She leaned over and planted a kiss to the tip of my nose as my arms cradled her closely to my chest.
“Better hurry,” she said. “I think your fans have spotted us.”
I could hear throngs of women chanting for me as I sped out of the parking space. I raced through the parking lot, dodging cars and people as we sped away from the venue. We sped out onto the main road, making our way for the highway with the windows rolled down and the radio turned up high. I looked over at Delia, watching as her long legs spread out over my dashboard as she kicked her boots off.
She wiggled her cute little toes in the breeze of the night as her hand slid next to mine. I took a chance and threaded our fingers together, the warmth of my skin communicating more than my lips ever could.
And she squeezed my hand as her eyes watched the world pass us by.
This was it.
This was what I had been looking for.
This was the life I would stay sober for. No matter what it took.
CHAPTER 34
Delia
I woke up the next morning with Drake’s arm and leg squishing me. He had curled up around my body, holding me as tightly as he could. I could feel his breath on my skin, his stubble against my back. His lips were mindlessly pressing kisses on the nape of my neck, like he cherished me even in his sleep. His leg slipped over me, baring his knee as my hands traced the outline of his muscles.
But then they fumbled over the scars left behind from his accident.
I opened my eyes and began studying them. He’d told me about it the last weekend we spent together, but I hadn’t asked to see the scars. I’d never taken the time after our nights of passion to seek them out. But now that I had, tears were rising to my eyes.
The scars were long and thick, shining but faded, marking the fact that he’d lived with them for years. I smoothed my fingers along their edges, trying to imagine the horrific pain he must’ve been in. I could only imagine what the weight of a tractor would feel like crushing my leg.
I felt Drake nuzzle his nose between my shoulders. His hands ran up and down my curves as my fingers continued to trace his knee. He jerked underneath my movements, quickly removing his leg before he understood what was going on.
He placed a sleepy kiss to my shoulder, pulling my mind away from his knee and onto other parts of his anatomy.
I could feel his cock pressing into my ass, sliding between my cheeks as I rocked back into him. His hand migrated down to my stomach, cupping the small paunch I had sitting behind my belly button. I felt my body coming alive for him. I felt my nipples standing at attention. His lips nipped at my skin as his muscles pressed deeper into my back, his hips rolling as his cock slid between my legs.
Trembling, I realized I was giving into him with every jolt of electricity that surged through my body. I tilted my head back, capturing his warm lips in a sloppy kiss. My hand reached back for his hair, tangling my fingers in the tendrils he kept growing out. I loved the shaggy hair on him. I loved the leverage it gave me to pull his face closer to mine.
His hand drifted down my body, then slid up my thigh. My panties created the only barrier between us, and I knew he wanted to rid me of them. I could feel it in the way he kissed me. The way he buzzed for me. I could feel it in the way he pulled my ass closer to his body as his dick pulsed between my thighs. I slid my leg over his, opening my body to him as I sighed into his lips.
Then, I felt him pull my panties off to the side.
“You’re so warm for me,” Drake said.
I shivered as his words caressed the shell of my ear.
He slid into me, every inch slowly penetrating my body. I moaned and groaned, my body arching into him as I clung tighter to his hair. His teeth sank into my shoulder, freezing me in my spot as he sank to his hilt. I felt his fingertips playing with my folds, teasing my clit as his cock melded with the fluttering walls of my dripping slit.
“Drake,” I said, breathlessly. “Good morning.”
“It is a good mornin,’” he said.
He slid back from me, my body aching for him as he emptied me. He slipped back in, torturously slow as I shook against his hewn muscles. He left me breathless. With every stroke of his fingertips against my clit I struggled to catch my breath. Our movements were melded into one, a natural rhythm set between the two of us as his free hand cradled my stomach.
I rolled my hips back into him, feeling his curls scrape against my ass. His arms cloaked my body, wrapping around me and pulling me into his strength. Never in my life had I felt this way. Never had I felt cherished and beautiful in the arms of a man. His cock grew thick against my walls and his teeth marked every inch of skin he could find. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my body opened for him, begging him silently for more. I could feel our electric pulses syncing. I could feel his heartbeat racing against my back. I could feel his quickening breaths as we sped up our pace, writhing and bucking with the morning sun s
treaming through his bedroom windows.
“Fuck, Delia. Holy shit. What a way to—wake—up.”
