AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Urban Dictionary, my friend. It means you’ve been a total fuck-up, and you owe your wife something special because she’s put up with your ass for a month. If you want to keep her, treat her right.” Jerry laughed. “Besides, Noah’s sweet on her and will help show her the ropes. We’ll make sure she has a great time. The rest of the marriage is up to you.”
They finished their drink, and Drake indulged in a couple more. While Jerry took him home, Noah picked up his car so it wouldn’t be left in the court garage overnight.
It was late when Drake entered the apartment, only to find his wife asleep on the couch. She slept peacefully with her auburn hair splayed around her like a halo and cherub pout. Her left breast strained against the thin pink cami, offering a glimpse of her areola. All he had to do was hook his finger around the fabric to coax out the nipple and help himself to a taste.
Drake’s groin tightened at the fantasy of taking his sleeping beauty. He scooped her up and shushed her when she stirred. She seemed so small and vulnerable in his arms.
Sweet, squeaky sounds escaped her in this intimate moment, and she snuggled closer. Drake’s heart revved in his chest, and her eyelids fluttered as he kissed her forehead.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Drake gently laid her in their bed. She rolled over and hugged her pillow immediately. Drake said goodnight to each delicious curve as he pulled the comforter over her. She sighed contentedly as he gathered her in his arms and pulled her against his chest.
“I’m sorry, bella. Loving me is poison, but I’m too selfish to let you go. I can’t live without you and will only break your heart,” he confessed to the dark.
His secrets continued to haunt him. He hoped she could forgive him for the continued deceit when she finally learned the truth.
Arrangements through marriage were often made to strengthen the standing and legitimacy of the families. Once he ensured Alessandra was safe, he’d cut her strings and offer her the chance to be free. It would kill him if she chose to walk away, but he loved her enough to let her go.
***
Chapter Twenty-Five
Alessandra woke up warm in bed on her monthiversary. She rolled over only to find her husband’s side empty.
“Drake?” she called.
The door opened, and Drake walked in carrying a tray of pancakes and a cup of coffee. He set it down on the nightstand next to her.
Alessandra stretched and propped herself against the pillows with a smile.
“What’s this?”
“I thought I’d do something nice for you this morning. It’s been one hell of a month. We deserve to celebrate.”
“Breakfast in bed? This is so sweet of you, Drake. Thank you.”
Drake leaned over and kissed her cheek as he handed her a plate. Alessandra picked up her fork and turned to Drake.
“Open up, husband. I have a syrupy bite just for you.”
He licked his lips as he leaned in and opened to Alessandra. Their eyes met as he closed his mouth with a groan.
“I’d like to enjoy a more delicious syrupy bite.”
Drake swiped his finger through the syrup and rubbed it on Alessandra’s bare shoulder. It was cool on her hot skin.
Drake’s tongue flicked along the trail he left behind. Many open-mouthed kisses followed before he pulled back.
“Now, that is what I call a sweet breakfast.”
“What if I want a syrupy bite of you?” she asked coyly.
Drake popped his cheek with his tongue, and Alessandra got an idea. She pulled her husband’s boxers down and swiped her finger in the syrup. He groaned as she played with the bulbous head of his stiffening erection.
“Relax, hubby. Let me take care of you.”
She flicked her tongue against his tip, tasting the sweet maple mixed with his natural saltiness. She took the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue.
