Wrapped in Winter (Seasons in Montana: Winter)

23. January

Chapter 23

January

A fter getting the scoop from Jack about the conversion between Lief and Drake, I knew I had to go see him. Courtney offered to stay with Lily and Joey while I tried to figure out where Drake was. I hadn’t been to his house yet, but I remember him saying he and Cole are renting a cabin on the outside of town. It has to be the Birch Village which is just opposite Oak Valley, the next town over.

I jump in my truck and drive the short distance to the small neighborhood, feeling like a stalker as I pass slowly in front of the homes looking for Drakes truck.

And then I find it. Pulling into his driveway I cut the engine and look out the windshield at the ranch home in front of me. It’s a decent size and I’m glad it was available when he and Cole arrived here. I get out and follow the walk that looks like it’s been recently shoveled, and when I knock on the door all of a sudden it dawns on me that I’m here, standing in front of his home. We never established what our relationship is, if that's even what we’re doing, but now I’m standing in his space, hoping to be let in.

I came to him. And it tells me I’m ready.

Before I can think any further, Drake opens the door. He’s shirtless, with a pair of sweat pants on and barefoot, using a towel to dry his hair. “January.”

“You always open the door shirtless?”

He leans against the door, “I just got out of the shower and heard the knock. Come in.”

I walk in and glance around. It’s warm and cozy, definitely not a bachelor pad, which I shouldn't be surprised about. Drake is looking to make a home here.

I kick my boots off before continuing into the home, walking into the open space and turn around, leaning against the couch. He’s followed me and leans against the wall a few feet away. The hallway behind him is dark, but I see a light on in the room past him.

“Girls night ended early?” he asks, crossing his ankle over the other.

“Something like that.”

“I don’t remember giving you my address.” he raises a brow.

I raise mine and say, “It’s not hard to find someone in a small town.”

He grins. “I’m glad you came looking. Guess I’m just wondering why?” he’s got a smug look.

“News travels fast.”

He chortles and walks toward me, kissing me when he gets in front of me. “I won’t apologize for what I said to him.”

“Why don’t you tell me what you said?”

He grins again, rubbing my cheek with his thumb. “I have a feeling you already know. Let me guess. Jack called you and Courtney.”

“He did but he didn’t go into specifics.” I stare back at the man who crashed into my life just over three months ago and wonder how we got here so fast. I think back to when I met Sean and how quickly that moved but if I’m honest with myself, I knew it wasn’t right. I always had a strange gut feeling that things weren’t what they seemed.

And that proved true.

It’s different with Drake. From the first night, I knew there was something about him, something good.

“Let me fill you in.”

He throws the towel onto the couch behind me and takes my hand, leading me down the hall and into his room. I go willingly and when I step into his bedroom, I gasp. “Drake, it’s gorgeous in here.” The ranch is a log cabin so all the walls are wood. One whole wall is glass with a sliding door that leads onto a deck. It’s snow covered and the small light outside accentuates the snowflakes that are beginning to fall. The dressers are black and the bed has a dark grey comforter on it with lots of pillows.

And in the corner of the room is a wood burning stove.

“You’re just like Courtney. Is this why you make fun of my electric fireplace?” I turn to find him leaning against the door jamb. I’ve completely wandered into the middle of his room. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just walked right in here and–”

He stalks toward me quickly, capturing me in his arms. “Don’t ever apologize to me. I love seeing you in here.” He brushes the hair from my face. “I want you to feel comfortable here, January, wherever I am, I want you to be happy and enjoying whatever it is you're doing.”

“I invaded your space.”

“You also showed up to my house without me giving you my address but you don’t see me complaining.” He teases me and I cover my face, burying it in his chest. He tips my chin up to look at him. “Tell me what you came to say.”

“I don’t want to talk anymore.” I step back from him and unbutton my coat. He gently turns me and helps me out of it.

“Don’t move.” He whispers in my ear before pressing his front to my back. His hands knead at my hips before running along the top of my jeans. I inhale as he dips his hands into the waistband and undoes the button on them. He slides the zipper down and pulls them down over my ass and hips to the floor, tapping my leg and urging me to step out of each leg. Once I do he tosses the jeans to the side and slowly comes back to standing, running his hand up the outside of my legs as he does.

I shiver at his touch and bask in the care he shows. He grabs my arms and extends them over my head. “Leave them up.” He gathers the hem of my long sleeve shirt and pulls it up and over my head. I shake my hair out leaving my arms in the air still as his fingertips drift along my forearms. He grabs the tank top I had on under it and pulls it over my head as well. I drop my arms as he circles me and comes to standing in front of me.

His eyes dilate as he takes me in. “I thought the pink was hot, but your tits wrapped in black lace?” He whistles. “You’re a fucking dream come true, January.”

I stand unmoving waiting for him to give direction. I was never that woman to be told what to do, I never thought I would enjoy it in the bedroom but once again, Drake makes it enjoyable. He empowers me even if I’m letting him do the talking.

That wall that was built so high with untapped raw emotions, feelings of being worthless and alone, mourning a life that was once good, is coming down. And it’s all because of Drake.

“You dream about me?”

He runs his fingers along my bra strap down to the cup tracing the lace. Goosebumps erupt on my skin and flutters in my belly. “Every night since we met.” His hand drops to my stomach and his fingers linger as he circles me again and walks me closer to the bed. He moves my hair off my neck and lays a kiss on my shoulder. He kneels behind me and hooks his fingers into the side of my panties, pulling them down my legs.

“Drake.”

“Step out, baby.” I do, then he places one hand on my waist and the other hand flat on my back and pushes. I bend, catching myself with my arms on the bed as he spreads my cheeks and dives into my pussy.

“Ah!” I call out immediately spreading my legs wider for him.

“You’re soaking wet, love. Do I make you that wet?” He inserts a finger and I pulse around it.

“Yes,” I croak out.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, you make me wet.” I whimper as he bites my ass cheek then licks up my center.

He stands behind me giving me a quick spank. “Get on the bed.”

I crawl on it and turn over. He’s already shed his pajama pants and he stands in front of me proudly with his dick on display. I reach for him and stroke him. He watches me with hooded eyes as I beckon him closer, urging him to sit and lay back against the headboard. I take my place between his legs, massaging his thighs and running my hands lightly over his dick. It jumps at my touch and when I take him into my mouth, he moans out an approval.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

I hum around him in my mouth, gently rolling his balls. He lets me develop my own pace but his moans and exhales let me know he likes it. “Talk to me,” I say as the room becomes charged with our passion.

His grumble ignites my body. ”Play with the tip and tug on my balls.” I do as he says, flicking his tip before lightly scraping my teeth over him and pulling on his balls. His hips punch up and he reaches for my breasts. “So good, baby, you're so good.”

I take him deep before pulling out again, saliva keeping us connected. He watches my every move and it doesn’t make me feel self conscious because he lets me know he likes what I’m doing. “Come here.” He pulls at my arms and I straddle him. He kisses me, taking all the air from me. “I need to be inside you. There will be time to suck my dick another night but right now I need your pussy wrapped around me, baby. I need it hard, okay?”

I’m so incredibly turned on all I can do is nod my head. He reaches for a condom, quickly tearing the wrapper and sliding it on. And in our next breath, he’s impaled me. We brace for one moment, foreheads touching before he grabs my ass and begins to work me over his cock.

“I told you, January. I could do this every night. I want to do this every night. I’m not afraid of telling the world that, either. I want them to know you’re my girl. Your brother knows it now. So all that’s left is for you to get on board.”

I fall forward onto his chest and he wraps his arms around me, holding me flush to his body and pistons into me. It’s quick, it’s rough, it's everything we need in this moment. And he’s right, I need to get on board. I came here tonight needing to know more about the conversation between him and my brother. Needing to know more about where Drake’s mind is at and what he wants. But I already know. He’s been nothing but clear since day one.

He grabs hold of my ass, running his finger between my cheeks before he stops at my backhole pulsing around it.

“Drake,” I moan out and he chuckles as he slows the rhythm down.

“I want to take you here.” he presses his finger into me once more. “Have you ever done it?”

“No,” I say quickly swirling my hips seeking for the contact that's going to send me to heaven.

“I’m going to make it so good for you,” he pulses again, just barely breaking the barrier. “You already like it, your pussy is choking me every time I touch you here.”

I push up from him and plant my hands on his chest, rolling my hips. “You’re the biggest fucking tease Drake Ford. You wanted quick and hard yet here you are whispering filth.”

His lips roll in before breaking into a smile and his eyes light with fire. “There she is. It's about time you took charge like that night in the bathroom.” I’m still riding him but roll my eyes and that earns me a smack to the ass. “Tell me what’s going to have you screaming my name.”

I bounce harder on his lap, lifting my hands crossed above my head. My body is craving him, I'm offering everything I have, I just need his touch, I need his hands on me. Without saying a word, I reach for his hands and place them on my breasts before crossing my arms over my head again.

“Don’t get shy now, love.” He squeezes then flicks my nipples. “Tell me.”

I close my eyes. “Yes! Do that.” I moan out in a low tone. “I’m just,” I pant, “I’m so, it feels so–”

“You’re fucking needy for me. Your body wants what I have, January. Take it from me.”

And I do. I take his hand and place it on my clit. “Touch me. I’m close. Oh, god, Drake, I'm so close.” His face becomes determined and I keep my eyes on him as he lets me move how I need to get what I want. And when he captures my clit between his thumb and forefinger those same moans and cries that leave my lips every time we’re together make themselves known. I break and he follows. I shamelessly work my hips over him, edging out every last bit I can get before falling forward on his chest.

“You’re beautiful, January. The way you trust me to open yourself like that, it’s fucking beautiful.”

Trust.

I’m ready.