Chapter 12
Drew
“Okay, baby, I want you to scoot all the way up to me and wrap your arms around my waist,” Bellamy instructs, and my hands shake as I do what he says. My front is flush with his back, and I squeeze his waist, my fingers grabbing his shirt in a death grip.
I’m scared, no, actually, I’m petrified, and the glares from my sister and ex, while my parents grin widely because Bellamy is claiming me, are not helping my nerves right now.
Dinner was tense.
Normally, where Elizabeth and Drake are concerned, I keep quiet and ignore them to keep the peace, more so for my parents.
It never mattered what they said because I let it wash over me, but as soon as Drake brought up Bellamy’s sisters and Elizabeth carried on the hate, believing the names were some exes, I snapped.
I don’t know what happened to Angie, I don’t know how she died, but I do know not only is she a sore subject for my boyfriend, but she was his entire world while Whitney still is.
They can say whatever they want to me, be jealous, act like assholes, but they cannot and will not bring up Bellamy’s little sisters, period!
“Alright, baby,” Bellmay says as he gently rubs my shaking hands, “I want you to keep hold of me tightly, keep your legs away from the pipes and your feet on the pegs at all times and just follow my lead.”
“Uh, Bell, do you know that in America, statistically, there have been over eighty thousand motorbike accidents and six thousand of them are fatal…” I tremble, kind of hating that I looked it up when I realized how much he liked his bike. He chuckles lightly, which just makes me want to smack him.
Jackass.
“Do you know what all those accidents didn’t have compared to me?” he says quietly, and I swallow hard and question, “What?”
“You on the back,” he says, and Mom chuckles, “Smooth talker…”
I smile, I can’t help it, and I lean my head carefully on his back, aware of the helmet he insisted I wear despite him not wearing one.
“Always where my girl is concerned,” Bellamy answers Mom and I hear my sister growl, but no one pays attention to her just like we hadn’t during dinner that she spent the whole time pouting and glaring my way.
Drake was smart enough to keep his mouth shut after Dad informed him he won’t be welcome at their home any longer while I’m there.
He also informed him if one more negative word is said about me or my boyfriend, then never mind my sister’s needy ways, he won’t be welcome at all. I really hope he opens his mouth.
I smile and hold Bellamy tighter as he starts his bike, the vibrations running through me, and a sudden thrill shoots up as he revs it. He pulls away from the curb, making me gasp and hold him even tighter as he rides down the road.
I keep my eyes open and watch as the scenery flashes by. As the stores turn into trees, I settle myself behind him, never losing my grip.
A sense of calm surrounds me, and I tighten my hold around Bellamy’s waist before I feel his hand gently stroking mine, and I smile.
I never want this feeling to end, contentment – love – I want forever with this man, and it has only been five weeks.
***
Two hours later, the stars are shining as Bellamy pulls up in front of my dance studio, and despite the cold air, disappointment fills deep in my gut. I close my eyes for a second as he switches off the engine, and stillness surrounds us.
“How was your first ride, baby?” he asks quietly, not moving us from our positions as he gently rubs my hands.
“Perfect,” I whisper, not lying.
For two whole hours, he rode around town and the outskirts, just him and me, enjoying our closeness and the sounds of his bike.
It was perfect and I hate that it’s ending.
“Let’s get you in the warmth,” and I swallow the protest on the tip of my tongue as he gently pulls my fingers apart and slowly helps me off his bike.
My legs shake, and his grip on my hand tightens as he climbs off after me. He quickly takes me by the hips while he leans against his bike, and we lock eyes.
He raises a brow and questions, “Good?”
I scrunch my nose at his smirk. He chuckles as he leans down and presses his lips against mine. I melt into him, my chest hitting his as I give him some of my weight.
I open for him before our tongues tangle.
Fireworks, shivers, tingles, you name it, rushes through me having his lips on me, and I know what I want – him, always him.
I pull back slightly, breaking the kiss that has left me breathless, and I place my forehead against his chin.
“I want to invite you up,” I whisper as I grip his cut, my heart pounding hard in my chest with nerves.
“But?” he prompts as he cups my cheek and gently nudges my head up, so we lock eyes and I lean into his touch.
I need to tell him, I don’t want to blindside him, but I also don’t want to scare him away…
“But,” I say with a deep breath, “I have never done this before.”
“What do you mean?” he asks as he furrows his brows, confusion etching his handsome features.
“I mean, Drake was my first and only boyfriend, and all I did was peck him a few times,” I admit quietly, and his mouth parts. I swallow hard and confess, “Ballet was my main focus.”
His eyes race between mine, and I swear, before he slams his lips against mine, I see possessiveness. Instead of scolding him for being an alpha hole, I melt into him as he wraps his arms around my waist.
I swear everything just disappears when we’re like this.
“Little bird, invite me upstairs,” he demands lowly against my lips, “but know this, once I have you, I won’t be returning to the motel.”
My eyes race between his, understanding shooting through me.
If I give him my virginity, he’ll be moving in with me.
I should be scared, yet contentment fills me instead as I slowly move out of his hold and, without breaking eye contact, I grab his hand and pull him toward my place.
My nerves tingle as we walk inside my apartment a few minutes later, but Bellamy, being Bellamy, doesn’t let them fester for long. As soon as the door is shut and locked behind us, he yanks me into his body, making me gasp, before he cups my cheek and we lock eyes.
Nothing but love shines in his dark brown orbs. I let instinct take over and push myself up on my tiptoes, pressing my lips against his.
He sighs against my mouth as his hands go to my butt, lifting me effortlessly. I gasp, giving him the opportunity to shove his tongue into my mouth, and as soon as it touches mine, my clit throbs. d I wrap my legs around his waist before I even feel us moving.
I don’t break the kiss, if anything, I deepen it. Even when I feel my mattress underneath me, I don’t stop kissing him.
Much to my dismay, a few minutes later, Bellamy breaks the kiss. I go to protest, but instead a moan erupts when he sucks on my neck and slowly kisses down my body as his hands go to my shirt.
He quickly lifts it off me and throws it across the room before his hands go to the straps of my leotard just as our eyes connect.
No words are said as he gently pulls the fabric down my body. It takes everything in me not to cover up as cold air hits my breasts. I’ve never being this vulnerable before.
Bellamy doesn’t break eye contact, he pulls the fabric, along with my leggings, off my body, leaving me in only skimpy panties. It’s only when he stands straight that he breaks eye contact, allowing them to wander down my body.
His throat bobs as he takes me in before he slowly removes his cut, placing it on the bedside table.
He removes his shirt next and I swallow thickly as I take him in.
All the tattoos on his chest are mouthwatering, but one on his left peck, close to his heart catches my attention.
It wasn’t there when I tattooed the butterfly…
I can’t seem to look away from the letters above his heart.
My name. I instantly tear up as I gently run my finger over the ink.
Drew
My name, he has my name permanently inked into his skin.
My bottom lip wobbles as I look up at the man who owns my heart, and he softens, most likely seeing the array of emotions on my face.
Shock, awe, love, disbelief.
“I told you, Drew, I love you,” he whispers as he cups my cheek, and a few tears fall as I choke, “I love you too,” before I press up on my toes and slam my lips against his.
He groans as he lifts me up again, then lays us on my bed, his body blanketing mine, his bare chest heating me as I moan into his mouth.
The kiss heats up as our tongues tangle. My need for him overwhelms me as I lift my hips slightly for friction.
Bellamy breaks the kiss, again, but this time, instead of going to my neck, he takes a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it before biting hard. I arch my back with pleasure, and a moan erupts when he twists and pulls on my other nipple.
Frustration and need have my hips moving against him, wanting, no, needing him inside me as my panties become damp.
Sensing my frustrations, Bellamy kisses down my body, his fingers latching onto my panties, and he pulls them down my body, cold air hitting below, and I can feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment.
I’m wet, very wet…
“Fuck, you’re a sight,” he growls low and deep. I get the courage to look at him, and the lust that radiates from him makes me want to rub my legs together to get friction. Before I can move, Bellamy runs his fingers up my legs before forcing them to bend and open, baring me to him.
Embarrassment hits, but he doesn’t let that feeling linger for long because one moment he’s staring at my bare sex and the next, he’s licking me from hole to clit.
“Oh my god!” I gasp in shock and arch my back, and the pleasure that shoots through me as he sucks my clit into his mouth is oh holy crap…
“Mm, so fucking responsive,” he moans against me before he shoves his tongue inside. “Bellamy,” I gasp, arching my back and gripping the sheets underneath me.
He basically eats me like a starved animal. His whole mouth covering me before I feel his finger at my entrance as he sucks and nips my clit. Slowly he pushes his finger inside me, and I moan loudly as he grunts, “Fuck you’re tight…”
He gently moves it in and out as he sucks hard on my clit in pulses, and my body begins to shake, my stomach tightening at the sensation, and a feeling I’ve never felt before overcomes me, causing a scream to erupt as I arch my back higher and my eyes blacken with the pleasure.
When I come down from my what I think was an orgasm, I’m breathing heavily, and Bellamy is still licking me. Only this time, he has two fingers inside me, rubbing against a magical spot deep inside that sends shivers down my spine.
He groans, and my body tightens up against him again within minutes, the feeling I just had coming quicker and harder. Thrusting his fingers faster as he sucks my clit, I scream yet again as dizziness hits me, and my vision goes black. I think I may have just peed myself…
“Fuck yes,” Bellamy groans, “you just fucking squirted...” I barely pay attention, trying to catch my breath. He doesn’t give me a second of reprieve before his body is over mine. My leg is lifted in to the crook of his elbow, and the head of his cock is pressing against my very wet entrance.
Bellamy slams his lips against mine, and I moan, tasting myself on him as he shoves his tongue into my mouth before thrusting forward hard and fast, bottoming out.
A sharp shooting pain hits me below as he stills. He doesn’t break the kiss, even as I cry out into his mouth and my body tenses. He kisses me and gently plays with my nipples, keeping that lust between us despite the sudden pain.
As soon as my body relaxes slightly with the way he’s playing it, he moves his hips back and thrusts forward gently before he begins to make love to me. He takes me slow and steady. I get lost in him without even thinking about it.
He makes love to me on the bed, in the shower, on the bathroom counter, and then on the floor because we couldn’t make it back to bed before he took me again.
All night long, he shows me just how much he loves me and how much we belong together.
All night long, he proves I’ll never be able to live without him.