8
DRAKE
“ I’m not your Dad. No way I gave birth to somebody as fucking stupid as you, boy.”
Dad thunders after me as I carry Wanda up the ornate spiral staircase that’s ugly as sin in its gaudy lavishness. I always hated this house, but right now it’s the safest place in the city for me and Wanda.
“Is somebody after her?” asks Dad from behind me as I head for one of the ten bedrooms. “What are you keeping her safe from?”
“From the world.” Carrying my sleeping beauty into the farthest bedroom away from my parents and brothers, I place her gently onto the queen-sized bed. Carefully I unwrap Wanda from the hospital blanket and tuck her beneath the big fluffy comforter. When I’m satisfied that she’s comfortably resting, I shut Dad up with a vicious glare, then lead him out into the hallway so we can argue without waking Wanda.
“Answer the question, Drake.” Dad’s jaw is so tight it might snap. He’s about an inch shorter than I am, but much heavier. Not all of it is muscle, but a good chunk of it most certainly is. I’ve been on the receiving end of his fists before, but that was years ago. Dad isn’t dumb enough to take a swing at me now. “You bring some drugged-up chick to my house like you’re on the run. From whom, exactly? What the hell, kid?”
Running my hand feverishly through my hair, I rip off my blood-stained lab-coat and toss it onto the marble tiles. Two quick breaths, then I spill it all to Dad.
Every last detail. Well, not the private details with Wanda, but everything else. Lenny and the window. Carrying Wanda out of the hospital. All of it. Including my ridiculous plan to sort it all out.
Dad takes it all in. Then he rubs his goatee and groans.
“So let me get this straight,” he says, shaking his head and grimacing like he’s in mental pain. “You basically kidnapped this woman from the hospital even though she isn’t in any danger. Nobody’s trying to hurt her, but you—”
“Lenworth tried to hurt her!” I bellow, my fists clenching at the memory of that snake Lenny lifting my precious angel’s gown. “I’m never letting Wanda out of my sight again. Never, you hear me? Never, Dad. Never!”
Dad’s eyes widen and he takes a step back away from me. He’s quiet for a long moment, then suddenly he cracks a huge grin. “Holy shit, kid. You’ve got it bad, haven’t you. Hell, I didn’t think you had that beast in you, buddy. You were always the good boy, the straight-laced kid who didn’t get drunk and didn’t get into trouble like your brothers.” He shrugs, chuckles, then shakes his head and sighs. “You know, I always regretted pulling you into the Family Business. Wish I hadn’t, but after I got you to do that first kill, it was too late.” He takes a breath, rumbles it out, his blue eyes shining with a glint of what looks suspiciously like pride. “But it turned out to be the right choice to manipulate you into killing for us.”
“Wait, first you tell me you regret turning me into a killer. Now you’re congratulating yourself?” Shaking my head in disbelief, I turn away from Dad. “No wonder I’m off my rocker. It runs in the damn family.”
Dad howls with laughter, clapping me hard on the back as I try to pull away from him. “So does being a possessive psycho,” Dad says, putting his arm around my shoulders and pulling me in for a hug. “Hell, that’s how I got started in this business, son. Broke a guy’s neck for slapping your mama’s ass back when we’d just started dating. Fucking beat him to death outside the strip-club where your mama worked. Couple of local mafia guys saw the whole thing go down. They liked the fire in my blood, got me started with my own crew. It’s fate, son. Destiny. You know what I mean?”
Dad turns me towards the closed bedroom door, beyond which my fate lies peaceful and safe. He’s still got his heavy arm around my shoulder, his grizzled old face beaming with fatherly pride. The whole thing feels surreal, but right now the surreal is more real than reality.
“Go take care of your woman, son.” Dad gestures with his head towards the closed bedroom door. “And I’ll take care of everything else.” He watches me thoughtfully as I slowly push open the bedroom door. “You sure about this plan, kid?”
Stopping at the threshold, I look over at Wanda nestled in my bed. There’s no doubt in my heart, and I glance at Dad and nod.
“All right then,” he says quietly. “I’ll get one of the guys to drive your car back to the city and leave it in a public parking lot. And if the cops come knocking, I’ll tell them to go fuck themselves.”
Dad walks away still grinning. I watch him go down the stairs, wait for his footsteps to fade, then turn back to my sleeping beauty, my slumbering princess, my always and forever, my fate and destiny.
Wanda is still in dreamland, and I tiptoe past the bed towards the bathroom, peeling off my shirt and trousers, underwear and socks. After turning on the shower and running it hot, I steal a last glance at Wanda, then close the bathroom door and step into the shower, glancing down at my heavy half-erect cock that still hasn’t found its release.
“Fuck,” I groan as the steamy jets of hot water pound my chest and run rivers down my abs until my cock and balls are soaked and dripping. I soap myself up, massaging my shaft until I’m hard all the way, erect like a beast, my cockhead oozing pre-cum as I begin to milk it. “Oh, fuck, I need to explode. So damn hard right now.”
A filthy part of me wants to sneak to the bathroom door, crack it open, look over at my pretty princess curled up beneath the covers. Fuck, I’d come in about three seconds after fisting my cock and feasting my eyes on Wanda’s curves beneath the comforter.
I’m already groaning as I jerk my cock up and down, rub my heavy balls roughly as I feel myself already getting close to a massive ejaculation from the build-up. My eyes begin to roll up in my head, my tongue snaking out of my mouth as I mutter and groan, bring myself closer to the release I so desperately need.
And then suddenly I hear something through the roar of the shower, see something through the mist of the steam.
It’s the bathroom door opening. Wanda probably needs to pee.
“Just a sec!” Quickly I yank the shower-curtain closed, figuring that Wanda’s still all fuzzy-brained and she might freak out seeing me naked and fisting my swollen python of a cock. “Everything all right? You feeling OK, Wanda?”
There’s no response, and for a moment I wonder if it’s someone else. I’m about to stick my head out past the shower curtain and look, but then I hear Wanda’s voice.
“When was the last time you had an orgasm, Doctor Drake?” she asks, her tone cool and clinical, a psychiatrist conducting a therapy session, a professional offering advice. “Because you know that without frequent, regularly scheduled orgasms, the male member of the species is at risk for erratic actions, impulsive urges, dangerous decisions. So if you need some assistance in achieving the desired result, I am a soon-to-be-licensed clinician, and I’m prepared to assist with this important task of improving your mental health.” She steps all the way into the bathroom now, and I groan and almost come with enough force to rival the shower jets when I see through the steam that she’s lifting that hospital gown up over her head already, has dropped it to the floor, is walking towards me like a vision of mad beauty, her gaze fixed on my fisted cock like she can’t look away. “If . . . if you want me to help, of course.”
Staring like a dazed idiot, my mouth hangs open at the gorgeous sight of Wanda’s curves shrouded by the steam. I’m totally beside myself, but somehow I find it in me to shake my head, to try and remind her that she’s not in her senses, that she’s still on a drug which might be affecting her judgement.
“I’ve been on enough prescription medication to know when my judgement is impaired and when I’m thinking clearly,” Wanda informs me with that same clinical precision. “And considering you just kidnapped me from the hospital after throwing another doctor out the window, I’d say you’re in no position to judge my decision-making abilities, Doctor Drake.” She smiles now, a trembling smile that reveals she’s nervous but thrilled at my obvious arousal, my throbbing desire, my desperate need. “Speaking of positions,” Wanda whispers as she reaches out her hand and carefully grasps my cock, hesitantly at first, her cheeks blushing red, her throat moving as she swallows, her eyes widening as my painfully erect cock somehow gets harder under her soft touch. “Oh, Drake,” she whispers. “Oh, God, Drake. You’re so fucking hard. Can I . . . is this . . . oh, oh, oh !”
Wanda barely needs to jerk my cock once and I’m already coming, my body lurching and seizing as I slam my palms against the shower walls to stop myself from falling. “Oh, fuck, Wanda. Oh, hell, keep doing that.”
“But I’m not doing anything!” Wanda squeals in open-mouthed delight as my cock explodes in her palm, shooting thick jets of my semen all over her breasts and belly. I’m fucking mortified that I came so fast, but Wanda seems to love it, and she starts to furiously jerk me back and forth, staring at my spurting cock like she’s fascinated. “Oh, Drake, how does that feel? Does it feel good?”
“Fuck, Wanda!” Groaning as my cock pushes out another thick stream of semen, I stagger backwards against the shower wall, my knees buckling from the ferociously intense orgasm that Wanda brought on just from the simplest of touches. “Oh, hell, I need a minute. You just fucking wrecked me.”
My cock slides out of her hand as I sink down to the tiles, the hot water blasting down on me as I slump against the wall and pant up at her, grinning in exhausted delight. Wanda stands naked above me, her face glowing with excited pride.
“Come here, babe.” Reaching up, I grab her by the hips and pull her into me, driving my face into the wet curls of her sex.
“Oh, Drake,” she gasps as my tongue slides into her slick folds while my fingers reach around and grasp her lovely ass, kneading her cheeks hard, smacking them twice, then grabbing hold of those buttocks, spreading them wide and running my fingers along her crack. “Oh, my God, what are you doing, Drake?!”
“That’s Doctor Drake to you,” I growl into her pussy as my soapy thumb circles her rear rim, easing her pucker open and making her squeal as I tongue-fuck her from the front.
Wanda almost collapses, but I hold her up as I penetrate her from both sides, my tongue curled up her cunt, my thumb sliding into her sudsy-clean butthole. She comes almost instantly, all over my face, her wetness pouring down my chin as I hungrily finish her off by driving two fingers into her pussy while licking her clit and keeping my thumb firmly inside her asshole.
We stay locked together for a long moment, then Wanda slides down to the floor and now we’re kissing, our tongues rolling together, desperate kisses like we’re trying to consume one another, own each other, merge into one creature, one heart, one mind, one soul, one life.
“I want to stay like this for the rest of my life,” Wanda whispers against my neck as we curl up together in the hot steamy shower. She raises an eyebrow when I reach around and finger her rear hole playfully. “Um, maybe not exactly like this.” I laugh and smack her bottom, then kiss her again. She closes her eyes and burrows into my chest. “Oh, God, I can’t believe I came like that when you put your thumb in my . . .”
She’s too mortified to finish the sentence, and although I want to tease her some more, my cock is already starting to harden again, like that was just a warm-up for the real game, just a prelude to the main event.
“Turn around,” I whisper, peeling Wanda off me, kissing her wetly on the lips, then guiding her to her knees and raising her magnificent ass and smacking it twice. “You are so damn sexy. I need to be inside you right now, Wanda. Please. All the way inside you, babe.”
She nods and I position myself behind her, massaging her wet back and gently pushing her head forward. Sliding my fingers between her thighs from behind, I circle her pussy until I can feel sticky wetness coating her opening.
Then I place my cockhead against her pussy-hole from behind, carefully stroke the back of her neck to relax her, and finally push myself into her, my cock hardening and widening as I enter her deliciously warm slit, driving into her all the way deep, all the way long, all the way home.