Chapter 6
Lacy woke curled on her side as she always was, wide awake between one heartbeat and the next. Without even glancing at the clock on the nightstand, she knew it was somewhere around five in the morning. She always woke either a few minutes before or after and today appeared to be no different.
Shifting slightly, she froze when warm breath wafted over the back of her neck. She frowned as she tried to remember who was in bed with her and why.
When memories from the day before began to flood in, she smiled. Drake Snow buying her breakfast and making her fall for him as they talked about everything and anything. The rest of the day and then the man lying behind her slipping a keycard into her hand.
Drake Snow was in bed with her. Or rather, she was in bed with him since this was his room. Then one last memory flitted through her brain. Did he really undress her and put her in one of his t-shirts and then do nothing else?
Easing back the covers, she saw through the dim light available that she was indeed in a shirt not her own.
Looking around the part of the room she could see without moving, she found her clothes neatly folded in a pile on the dresser.
A check of the time proved it was indeed just now five in the morning.
Her internal clock was once again infallible.
Should she get up, dress and sneak out? Or should she wake Drake and thank him for the best night’s sleep she’d had in years?
“Shh, you’re thinking too loud,” Drake murmured as he rolled onto his side and wrapped his free arm around her middle.
Only then did she realize she was sleeping with her head resting on one of his arms.
“I’m sorry.” She whispered the apology automatically. “I’ll get up and leave so you can go back to sleep.”
Instead of releasing her to leave, Drake wrapped the arm under her head up around her upper chest and pulled her entire body across the bed so they were spooned together.
“You’re not going anywhere yet,” he whispered.
His breath tickled her ear a second before he took the lobe between his lips and nibbled softly.
“I’m not?”
“Not yet. You were asleep when I got back last night, so I didn’t get a chance to explore this beautiful body. I’d like to do that now.”
Drake shifted back across the bed. He pulled on her shoulder until she rolled onto her back, looking up as he rose up over her. Leaning close, he brushed his lips over her once and then again before settling in and getting serious about kissing her.
When he traced the seam of her lips with the tip of his tongue, she parted them, welcoming him to take the kiss deeper.
So he did.
After he had thoroughly explored her mouth, he lured her to do the same to his lips, teeth, and tongue.
By the time they were both breathless, the kissing moved on.
Fingertips and hands stroked over body parts, pushing clothes out of their way until they were pressed together skin to skin.
Even then, Lacy had a hard time holding still.
Feeling the rough hairs of Drake’s chest and legs brushing against her had her fighting to keep from begging for even more.
“You feel so good.” He spoke softly, his voice rough in her ear before taking the lobe between his lips and nibbling.
“You do, too,” she whispered back. “I need more, Daddy.”
“More what?”
“More of you. More of this. Just more.”
When Drake stroked a hand down her back and cupped one ass cheek, she shivered and tried to wiggle even closer. “Please, Daddy?”
Sliding his hand down her ass to her thigh, he pulled her leg up so it rested over his hip, giving him easy access to her most secret places.
She gasped when fingertips traced their way from the top of her ass down the cleft, over her back hole and to her now wide open and weeping pussy.
He paused there briefly, pressing a finger in just enough to have her moaning.
The moan turned to a needy whine when he pulled the finger out again.
“Please, Daddy. More,” Lacy whined when he traced between her lower lips and began to trace circles around her clit.
“Shh, Lacy-girl. You’ll get more. All you can handle,” he said softly. “Do you have a safeword?”
“Melon.”
“Melon?”
“I hate them,” she whispered.
“Then melon it is. Use it if you need me to stop for any reason.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
A moment later, Lacy had to fight down a begging whine when his fingers left her body.
She sucked a breath when the blunt head of his long, thick, cock brushed over her clit and then back to find its home at her entrance.
Before he pushed deep, he pulled away again and then rolled away and rose from the bed.
“Daddy!” she cried, as he disappeared into the bathroom.
“I’m here, Lacy.” He returned a moment later, his hands working a condom over his cock. “For the first time since high school, I almost forgot to wear a raincoat.”
Once he returned to bed, he pushed her over onto her back. She sprawled like a starfish, then wrapped herself around him as soon as he settled between her legs.
She held her breath as he fit the head of his cock at her pussy entrance, then sucked her lungs full when he filled her completely with one thrust. A happy moan broke free when he pulled out until only the head remained inside her and then slid home again.
She tightened her hold around him while at the same time arching her hips to meet his when he began to stroke in and out.
When he shifted position and began to rub his length over her clit, she felt herself begin to fly.
When he reached between them with a hand and began to play with a nipple, she cried out as her orgasm exploded over her.
Drake dropped his head and took Lacy’s cries into his mouth as he drove faster and harder into her. It only took a few more strokes before his cock thickened even further. And then he cried out with his own release, joining her in orgasmic nirvana.
When his arms refused to hold his weight any longer, he rolled them so they were lying on the bed, still connected.
When his cock began to soften, he eased out and once again rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom.
After dealing with the condom and cleaning himself up, he wet a warm washcloth and returned to the bedroom.
When Lacy tried to take the cloth from him, he pushed her hand away. “This is Daddy’s job,” he said as he lifted her upper leg and cleaned up between her legs.
He smiled when she used both hands to cover her face in embarrassment. After tossing the cloth toward the bathroom, he laid down beside her and pulled her into his arms.
“Good morning, Little girl,” he whispered, brushing kisses over her forehead, cheeks, nose and lips.
“Good morning, Daddy.”
Lacy looked like she could return to sleep, which he didn’t think was such a bad idea. He didn’t need to make an appearance until the book signing began at noon.
“What are your plans for the morning, Lacy-girl?”
Just then her phone dinged with a text and she sighed as she reached for it. Reading the message, she looked at him with sad eyes.
“We’ve got a few sessions scheduled with authors wanting headshots taken. That was Rebecca wondering where I am and when I’ll be bringing her coffee.”
“I guess that means our lazy morning in bed is over,” Drake said, trying not to be angry that her cousin was demanding Lacy’s attention.
“I guess so. When are you leaving for home?”
“My flight is at seven in the morning. I have to be at the airport at five.”
He pulled Lacy close and brushed a kiss on the top of her head. “But this isn’t the end of us. It can’t be.”
Lacy laid her head on his chest for a moment before pulling away. “I’ve got to get going.”
“Let me get dressed and I’ll walk with you.” Drake released her and they both climbed out of bed.
“That’s probably not a good idea,” she said as she began pulling on the clothes she’d worn the day before.
“Maybe not, but I’m hungry and need coffee, too,” Drake said as he pulled on jeans and the t-shirt she’d worn to sleep in. “And until I see you after the signing, I want us both to think of ways to stay in touch.”
Lacy frowned at him. “A long-distance relationship?”
“Yes, I’d like to be your long-distance Daddy, if you’ll have me.”
Lacy began nodding before he finished speaking. “I’d like that. A lot. A whole lot.