Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CADENCE
The raw edge to Drake’s voice melts away my resistance. A half-formed plan to make him pay for leaving me bound and unsatisfied falls away before the ache of longing in his voice.
He needs me.
The words work a magical alchemy, clearing away my fears until my body is as eager for his touch as he sounds for mine. Each place he touches sets a new fire burning; electric sparks rippling across my skin.
Seated across his lap, I’m nearly as tall as he is; I can look straight into the depths of his silver eyes, examine the handsome planes of his face, resting where the bruises he suffered coming to my defence at the game have painted him with dark smudges of brown and purple.
A wriggle of excitement strikes low in my abdomen as his cock pulses against my palm. I rock forward, fumbling with the buttons and zippers until he springs free, my pussy rubbing against the throbbing length of him.
“Fucking hell,” he says, a low groan making me shiver with anticipation and the thrill of power.
Then he grabs me tight, exiting the car only to open the rear door and lay me in the back seat. He reverses our previous positions, him now straddling me. With rough motions, he unties my dress, peeling the fabric from my body. He tugs down my underwear and slides off my heels, leaving every inch of my body bare.
He moves me as easily as rearranging a poseable doll and the illusion of control fades.
We’re in public. Anyone could pull into the lookout, park beside us, see exactly what we’re up to. Instead of bringing embarrassment, the thought brings excitement.
And I’m happy to give myself over to him. Especially when he teases along the lips of my pussy with the head of his cock, the smooth heat of him making me eager to take him inside.
“Please,” I murmur, then a breath catches in my throat as he spreads me, notching at my entrance. He feels impossibly large, and I grip his neck like a lifeline as I stretch to take his girth.
Hesitation grips me until I lie still, acclimating to the sensation. When Drake kisses me, I lose myself, ears buzzing when he greedily licks his lips, palming my tits until my brain is overwhelmed by pleasure and he pushes further inside me, making me take more.
“Fuck. You feel so good with your tight cunt wrapped around me.” His hips tilt as the praise massages my brain and his cock surges deeper inside me.
I tense, everything becoming too much.
“Relax,” he urges, soothing me with long strokes of my body, guiding me with a handful of my arse in each hand. “You’re taking me so well.”
But my hands push against his shoulders, trying to force him to withdraw, to pause, to backtrack until I can breathe again. Until my brain doesn’t feel like it’s melting.
“Shh,” he urges, evading my attempts. “Let yourself do this; I know you can.”
And he slides further inside, his cock feeling so enormous I’m scared to glance down in case I see it pushing against my belly from the inside, jammed full until it must be rearranging my vital organs to fit.
Then he stops, brushing the hair from my eyes, holding me steady for his kiss while my body throbs and pulses around him.
“Hold on tight,” he murmurs into my ear and draws back, then surges forward, repeating the motion, growing quicker as he lifts his chest to stare down at where we’re joined. The satisfaction is close to awe on his face, flooding me with a new rush of desire until I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, threading my fingers through his hair.
Then I hold tight like he commanded as Drake tosses aside any illusion of control and fucks me without mercy.
At first, I think I won’t be able to stand it. On the next thrust, I’ll have to cry uncle. Or the next.
Then another wave of arousal drowns me in pleasure, leaving me gasping for breath as the pain signals fade and the relentless stretch of his cock inside me turns into a crescendo of pleasure and my body begs for release.
I issue wordless cries, begging, pleading, demanding more as the first spasms shudder through me, unleashing a firestorm of ecstatic pulses, suffusing me with a warm glow.
Just as the waves recede, Drake grabs my hips, fingertips sinking into my flesh as he slams into me, his cock convulsing, twitching inside me as he fills me to the brim.
He collapses on top of me, weight pinning me so thoroughly I can’t move and don’t want to, my body replete with satisfaction.
Then he shifts to the side, pulling me into an embrace, rapid heartbeats synching as I cling to him in a daze, utterly replete.
I don’t know how long we lie in each other’s arms before the world drifts back into focus. There are stirrings in the nearby vegetation, night creatures stalking their prey while the smoke grows more pungent, carried on a strengthening breeze.
“Stay there,” Drake softly orders as he rises, fetching some tissues from the glove box to wipe us clean, kissing every spot he touches after. A magic talisman of protection.
He locates my clothing, helping me dress, on his knees to slide my ankles into the fiddly straps of my shoes. A twinge of desire hits at the position, especially when he presses his lips against the inside of my knee.
When I stand, I see men are still down the hill, working around the burned-out husk of the car, so much foam sprayed around it looks like they’re caught in an off-season snowstorm.
“You’re sure nothing was caught on camera?” I ask, staring at the unusual sight. “You or your friends.”
“Nothing is going to come back on us. Don’t worry.”
“I’ll worry regardless,” I say, getting into the passenger seat. “I just like having your assurance.”
Drake leans over to kiss me before buckling his seatbelt and heading home. When he pulls into the garage, he sits for a moment, letting the tick of the cooling car engine echo in the large space.
“This might sound out of place,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “But you asked if I went to the pharmacist.”
I stiffen in the seat, hand gripping onto the handle above the door. “You already said you did.”
“He told me your mother had sex with him in exchange for those unclaimed prescriptions. He was clear she was the only one with a special arrangement.”
My voice comes out in a rush. “I’m sorry I lied to you. When you said about your mother, I… I was scared if your dad knew, he’d throw us out of the house.”
“Yeah. I figured.” A smile warms his face, and I can’t look away. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and as my body hums with satisfaction, I’m scarcely able to believe everything that’s happened tonight… and what might still happen.
“You forgave me.” Each word is measured out carefully. He reaches for my hand, clutching it between both of his, expression turned earnest. “Despite how hard that must have been after what I did to you. And I wanted you to know, I forgive you for covering for her, and I forgive her, too.”
The words sound nice, but my nerves jangle. I accepted Drake’s apology for what he’d done, but this doesn’t sound like forgiveness.
This sounds like another form of blame.
My tone lowers ominously as I ask, “What exactly are you forgiving her for?”
“Giving my mother the pills.”
I jerk my hand away. “My mother didn’t give Maggie shit. There’s nothing to forgive.”
He frowns at me. “Yes, she did. The pharmacist said—”
“Your mum was a recovering drug addict. It might have been a long time, but don’t tell me she didn’t know how to get hold of her own supply.” The anger flares inside me, emotions already running high. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”
“She didn’t source them herself. She didn’t have the money.”
“Neither did my mother. Funny that.” I shove at the door, slamming it behind me just to rid some of the building aggression.
It’s stupid. Things were so perfect.
I try to calm myself, but my breathing gets shorter, choppier.
“ Your mother is the one you need to forgive.” A tear slips from my lid, and I catch it with an angry swipe of my wrist. “It’s nothing to do with Mum and me, it never was. You gave me an anxiety disorder because you’re so desperate to blame anybody but the person responsible. I didn't deserve your judgement then, and my mother doesn’t now.”
My breathing is fast, but I’m still not getting enough air. I press a hand to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart but can’t escape the tide of outrage.
“I certainly didn't deserve to be strung up to a batting cage while you made me think I was about to die.” I turn, stumbling away on my heels before I say something more, something I’ll regret.
As I run to the safety of the front door, my body is fraught with conflicting signals.
“Wait—” Drake calls but I’ve already unlocked the door, pushing it open, needing to get away.
The alarm blares. Deafeningly loud in the still night air.
He pushes past me, tapping in the six-digit code. The one nobody has bothered to give me.
When it falls silent, I hear running footsteps and step back as Arnold storms across the lobby, a shotgun in his hand. “Who’s there?”