Chapter 30 – Olivia
OLIVIA
Long after Drake’s friends left the house, I returned to the kitchen for a bottle of water. I sat on the marble island, embarrassed by how I had acted in front of my half-sister. Ella didn’t know I was her sister but showed me so much compassion that I felt bad for being a bitch.
It wasn’t her fault my brother was dead. I should have been kinder and not acted like such a brat.
For months, I had avoided Drake because he reminded me of Tate.
Whenever I looked at him, I thought of my brother not getting off the helicopter with him.
I thought of the closed-casket funeral and the fact that I never got to say goodbye.
And then, my thoughts drifted to our last night together, to the time he almost killed me.
But it wasn’t Drake’s fault.
I just wanted someone to blame.
I wanted it to stop hurting.
After I downed the water bottle, my stomach started growling. I knew what that meant and rushed to the bathroom in time to spill my guts into the toilet. I’d been sick a lot lately, sometimes vomiting several times a day.
I was doing my best to hide my sickness from Drake. And with us keeping our distance, mostly because I refused to speak to him, it was easier to hide my current predicament. I hadn’t had my period in eight weeks. If I hadn’t been so distracted by Tate’s absence, I might have noticed sooner.
After my stomach stopped churning, I wiped the sweat from my brow and pulled the pregnancy test out of my back pocket.
I went about my business and set the test on the counter, too afraid to find out the results.
So, I put the end cap on the test and pocketed the plastic device, leaving the bathroom in search of something to eat.
In the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of ginger ale and sat on the countertop. The soda helped calm my stomach just enough to stop me from feeling nauseous.
I removed the pregnancy test stick from my pocket and stared at the two pink lines.
This was just my luck.
The night Drake held me down and treated me like his enemy, we conceived our first child. Of course, that would happen to me. I’d never even gone on a first date with the man who impregnated me.
The kitchen door swung open, scaring the shit out of me. I pushed the test behind me on the counter as Drake entered.
He raised an eyebrow, tilting his head to the side. “What did you just throw behind you?”
“Nothing. Trash.”
He didn’t push the subject and said, “Did you mean what you said earlier? About going to therapy with me.”
I nodded. “I’ll try it if you will.”
He moved in front of me, his chest rising and falling faster, his blue eyes laser-focused on my mouth. I thought he might kiss me. And when he didn’t, a tinge of disappointment swelled in my chest.
He put his hands on the counter on both sides of my legs, leaning so close his lips could have brushed mine.
“I hate living in the same house with you and pretending we mean nothing to each other. I have a lot of regrets, especially with you and Tate. I should have told him to back off and pushed harder for us to be together.”
I stared into his eyes, forcing back tears.
“Liv, I love you.” Drake moved his hands onto my thighs. “I miss sleeping beside you. I miss hearing you laugh and seeing you smile. I miss our movie nights. But most of all, I just miss you, baby. And I want to be with you.”
I leaned forward and rested my forehead against his, breathing in the scent of his musky cologne. “Drake, I’m sorry for being so bitchy. I’m sorry for all the mean shit I said. You didn’t kill Tate. I never thought you did. I just wanted someone to blame.”
He let out a deep breath. “You don’t know how happy that makes me. I was afraid I’d lost you for good.”
I spread my thighs, carving out a space for him, needing to be closer to my baby daddy.
“Drake,” I whispered when his lips brushed mine. “I missed you so much.”
He stuck out his tongue and wet my lips, teasing me. “I missed you, too, baby. I’ll do anything for you. Just ask. I’m yours. Please don’t leave me.”
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Drake’s eyes flicked to the test on my left. Before I could grab it, he snatched it off the table and stared at the results, eyes wide.
“Liv, are you…” He studied the test again, at a loss for words. “Are you pregnant?”
I bobbed my head. “Just found out this morning.”
“So…” His head lowered to the floor. “I…”
I’d never seen Drake so at a loss for words before. The man always had an answer for everything.
“Yeah, Drake. It happened that night.”
“Fuck,” he hissed, scrubbing a hand at his jaw, shaking his head. “I’m sorry.”
He stepped out from between my legs and started pacing the kitchen, tugging at his tie. “What do you want to do? I understand if you don’t want to keep it.” He halted long enough to say, “That night… I was so fucking out of my mind. You must have felt like I—”
“Drake, you didn’t take advantage of me. You couldn’t help what happened to you.”
He glanced at the test again, then at me. “So, what do you want to do? It’s your decision.”
Did he feel that bad about almost choking me to death that he thought there was another option? Or did he not want to have kids with me?
“I’m keeping the baby.”
He released a deep sigh. “Baby. That sounds so—”
“Weird? I know. I’m still adjusting to the idea of being a mother. I thought I’d have more time.”
Drake scooped me into his arms, sealing my lips with a kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth and tangled with mine, and every nerve ending set on fire.
When our lips separated, he said, “Marry me.”
“What? No, you don’t mean it.”
“You heard me, woman. Marry me.”
“You’re just saying that because I’m pregnant with your baby.”
“No, I’m not. You’re the love of my life. The only woman I have ever loved.” He put his hand on my stomach and smiled. “Have my children. Help me fill this house with love and family.”
My cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. “Of course I’ll marry you. I love you, too.”
He lifted me into his arms, wrapped my legs around him, and carried me to the elevator. Inside, he pinned my back to the wall and kissed me again. We rode to the top floor, tangled up in each other, our mouths joined. He didn’t break the kiss when the elevator dinged and got off on the top floor.
All the way to his bedroom, he took turns kissing my lips and neck without breaking stride. He lowered me onto his bed and pried my thighs apart, standing above me with hunger in his eyes.
I ripped off his tie and draped it around my neck.
“Fuck, baby,” he muttered and inched my shirt up my stomach. “I want you to wear my tie and nothing else.”
I moaned as his lips ghosted the skin above my waistband.
He flipped open the button on my jeans and inched the pants down my thighs along with my panties.
A man on a mission, Drake wasted little time, quickly removing all of my clothing.
Then, he stopped to appraise my naked body and licked his lips.
The red tie sat right over my nipples, which he shoved out of the way when he dove in to suck the tiny bud into his mouth.
I whimpered as his tongue brushed my sensitive skin.
This seemed to encourage him to keep going and find his place between my legs.
With two fingers shoved inside me, he bent down to roll his tongue over my clit.
When he pulled away, I groaned at the loss of his heat, desperate for more. He sat up and stripped off his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. His pants and boxers were next to go.
And then, he was climbing on top of me, pinning my back to the mattress. His lips were on mine, kissing me impatiently. He tasted of red wine and pizza and smelled like his usual spicy cologne.
Gazing into my eyes, he rubbed his cock along my wet slit. “This time, I’ll be with you all the way. I promise. It will never be like the last time.”
“Yeah?”
He nodded. “Never again.”
Drake was a man of honor and always did what he said he would. And I believed him. He didn’t mean to hurt me the last time. Stricken with grief and plagued by terrible memories, he had PTSD and couldn’t control it.
Gripping my hips, he inched the tip of his cock inside me. His lips found mine once more. Each kiss felt rushed, yet so much passion filled them that my toes curled in anticipation of more.
Drake rubbed his dick up and down my slit, and a soft purr escaped my mouth. I gasped at the sudden pinch and the building pressure as I adjusted to his size. As my body relaxed, he lifted my right leg over his shoulder, sliding into me.
I cried out at the change of angle that had him going even deeper than before. Tremors rocked through my body. He was doing his best to go slower than last time, but I didn’t want to be sweet.
I wanted it to hurt.
Squeezing his shoulders, I said, “Fuck me, Drake.”
“You sure? I was trying not to be too rough.”
I nodded. “I trust you.”
As my body relaxed, he increased his pace. I met each of his thrusts, rocking my hips to feel more of him. He pounded into me harder, but this time, he was still in his right mind. Staring into my eyes, lips parted, he made it hurt in the most delicious way possible.
I had only ever been with Drake and would be sore by morning. Possessed with the need to make me come, Drake increased the speed, and my insides clenched around him.
He was my first crush.
First kiss.
First love.
The man who’d taken my virginity and imprinted himself on my heart. And now, he was my fiancé. The father of my child. The man I would spend the rest of my life with, in sickness and in health.
As I came, I fisted the sheets, screaming his name. Not one but two back-to-back orgasms spilled out of me. And then Drake was coming, his lips pressed to mine as he filled me with his cum.
He hooked an arm around me, pulling me onto the mattress. “I was thinking of next Saturday for the wedding. My event planner has performed miracles in less time.”
I laid my head on his chest, still trying to catch my breath. “I can’t wait to be your wife.”
After years of planning our perfect life together, Drake Battle was finally mine.