Chapter 11
Drew
It’s not often I wake up next to a woman, and it’s unheard of that I wake up with a woman in my bed, but somehow, it didn’t freak me out like I thought it would.
She looked so peaceful this morning when I woke. My dick was crazy hard, and it was so tempting to wake her, but after the emotional day she had yesterday, I put her feelings before my own needs.
The morning didn’t get any better for Zara. My irritating pest gave us a visit, which I know is going to cause all kinds of shit, but I don’t give a damn. If Doyle wants a war, he can have one. There’s one thing I’m a hundred percent on, he’s not getting either of them back.
I took photos of Zara’s injuries last night for her own protection and for leverage if Doyle tries to cause problems. I’m damn sure he won’t want his temper exposed to the world.
I’ve given Carlos express instructions not to let Zara lift a finger today. I know she’s going to be delicate, after all, I didn’t exactly go slow and easy with her last night. Guilt floods me as I think of everything she’s been through and that I should have been more attentive and given her more time to warm up, but the pull between us was so intense, I couldn’t hold back no matter how hard I tried.
I’d already taken four horses out this morning before Zara came down, and there’s only one more to exercise. Jasmine!
As I enter her stable, she’s visibly excited, and as I tighten her saddle, I can feel her need to run. It’s nearly as strong as mine.
I don’t know what is going on with me and Zara. I didn’t think I wanted a relationship, but when Carlos announced to VVT that Zara was my girlfriend, it felt . . . right. I just don’t know how Zara feels. I’ve kissed her a couple of times this morning, and each time, she’s been open to the action, but she feels a little stiff as if she’s unsure, too.
I guide Jasmine out of her stall and into the yard, and when I’m finally seated in the saddle, I walk her down to the training ground. She loves this place; she can let go and be free.
“We’ll have you racing in no time,” I say, patting her neck. She whinnies and shakes her head. I know this horse understands everything I say.
“So, Jazz, I’m thinking of taking Zara on a date. Do you think it’s a good idea?”
She begins to trot, her head nodding, and I smile widely.
“Okay, if you approve, then I’ll do it.”
We break from the trot into a canter, and soon, we’re flying around the track. She’s got a lot of pent?-?up energy, and as experienced as I am, I’ve never felt power like it. She’s a beautiful beast. I’ve never felt her run like this before, the air flying past me as I knuckle down and let her go. It’s exhilarating.
I always thought this was better than sex, but having Zara last night has made me rethink. We only fucked once, but she was on fire, and she made me feel like a giant. Her warm body underneath me, her amazing tits, and her skin was so soft, it felt like silk.
Jasmine turns into the corner, and I nearly lose my seat.
Fucking hell, Drew, concentrate! This isn’t the time to switch off and start daydreaming. That’s how people get killed.
I pull back slowly and bring Jasmine into a trot and head back towards the stables.
“You were so fast out there,” Zara says, leaning over the fence.
“I was giving her her daily run. She’s pretty quick, even with a big lump like me riding her.” I smile and give her a wink. I’m so fucking cheesy, it’s making me cringe.
“I’d love to be able to do that. It looks dangerous though. I thought you were going to fall off at one point.”
“I nearly did. I let myself get a bit distracted. When you’re going those speeds, you need to be fully focused.” I pull Jasmine to a stop and swing my leg over and dismount. “She’s a rocket, and given the right training, she’s going to make you a rich lady.”
“Drew, you keep saying that Jasmine is mine, but . . . my father bought her.”
“I know, but when I did the change of ownership paperwork, I put you down as the rightful owner. I wouldn’t have put his name on anything.”
“So, she really is mine?” she asks, rubbing Jasmine’s nose.
“Yeah, but don’t worry. I’ll not be charging you rent.”
“I need to pay my way, Drew. I can’t stay here for free.”
“When your bruises have healed, you can start back helping in the yard, but you’re on light duties until I say so. Got it?” I say sternly.
She smirks, and then a bright smile breaks. “You didn’t think like that last night.”
“Did I hurt you?” I ask, panicking.
“Nooo, well . . . Nooo. I’m a little sore, but not in a bad way.”
“Oh, so you like being . . . a little sore, huh? Maybe I can add to that soreness later . . .” I brush stray hairs away from her face and look up to the sky. The wind is picking up, and it looks like it’s going to rain. “But I think we need to get Jasmine settled first.”
We both walk into the stables, and I lead Jasmine into her stall as the rain starts to pelt down outside.
“We just made it in,” she says, smiling.
“There’s not a lot left to do today, so why don’t we go shopping, and then we can have a bite to eat at a pub or restaurant.”
“I’d love to, but I really should let my cousin Laura know where I am. She’s the only one I care about.”
“Okay. Is it safe to go to her house? Will your father be there?” I ask, just to be sure.
“No, my father hates her and her family. He only just tolerates them because they’re related to my mother.”
“Okay, well, we’ll go shopping, have something to eat, and then call in on your cousin on the way back.”
“Do I look okay? I mean . . . are you sure you want to be seen out in public with me looking like a stray cat?”
“You’re beautiful regardless of the clothes you’re wearing. You’re pretty gorgeous without them, too.” I smile, but it earns me a slap on the arm.
“I still can’t believe . . .” She stops and blushes red.
“That we had sex? I can. The tension has been palpable between us since the night at the gala. I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I didn’t try hard, I admit.”
Her cheeks are burning, and it’s so . . . sexy.
“Can we go? And you need to stop embarrassing me. I’m not used to talking about sex . . .”
“Oh, my dear Zara, you better get used to talking about sex, because I’d like to know what you want and what you like.”
“Drew!” she shrieks, slapping me on the arm again. “Stop it. You’re making me—”
My dick is so fucking hard right now, and her playing shy is killing me. “I’m making you what? Horny, needy . . . wet? Do you want to go upstairs before we head out?”
She doesn’t answer. So, it’s not a no. A little coaxing maybe.
“I’m going to take a shower, and you . . . can wash my back.”
I take her hand and pull her up the staircase into my apartment. I slam the door behind us and pull across the deadbolt. Carlos has a key, and he’s around somewhere. Better safe than sorry with what I want to do to Zara.
I don’t waste any time in stripping off all my clothes until I’m standing in front of her totally naked.
“Drew . . .” she says, covering her eyes but laughing, “can you cover yourself up?”
“I’m going to take a shower. I can’t shower with my clothes on, and if you’re going to wash my back, you need to lose some clothes, too.”
I stand there in front of her, loving that she’s squirming. “Zara, look at me. I don’t bite, for Christ’s sake.” I watch as she begins to move her hands, and at just the right moment, I take my dick in my hand and give it a couple of slow pumps.
Bingo! She stares at my hand and licks her lips. Fuck, this girl is hotter than an inferno.
“It’s not breakable. You can look and touch.” I watch her eyes flicking up and down my body, and I don’t know if she’s even realised, but she’s taken three steps forward.
“I want to Drew . . . I don’t want to disappoint you.”
“You won’t. Tell me what you want to do, and I’ll tell you what feels good. But can you lose the T-shirt at least.”
She smiles and pulls the T-shirt over her head. In the daylight, I can see the bruises clearer.
Focus, Drew. They are fading, and you don’t want to remind her of them either.
“Good girl. Now, if you want to taste me, you should get down on your knees. If you want to touch me . . . you need to come closer.”
She steps forward, and my blood pumps through my body. I can feel my dick begging for me to just take her.
“That’s so good. Now, have you decided?” I ask patiently, although I’m desperately wanting to hurry this up.
She nods and lowers herself to the floor.
“Oh, you want to taste me? That’s impressive, Zara. I was sure you were going to just touch. This is good news.” I look down at her dark eyes looking back up at me. I can see the nervousness in them, but she’s strong-willed. If she wants this, she’ll do it.
Her fingers wrap around my shaft and slowly move up and down before she kisses the top of my dick. I’d readied myself for it, but just the feeling of her lips makes me want to come all over her face.
She kisses again and then slowly opens her mouth and takes in an inch, her tongue swirling around and her lips softly moving over the skin.
“That’s good. Really good,” I croak out, which makes her confidence grow, and each time she takes me, she pushes herself a little further. My hands find their way into her hair, but I hold back from pushing her too far. My hips thrust slightly in time with her mouth. “You’re so good at this, Zara.” I pant as I feel my balls tightening. “But you need to stop, or I’m going to come.” Her eyes flick back up to mine. There is challenge in them. “Zara, baby, I’m going to come. This is your last warning.”
I can’t hold back. I pull her closer to me. My dick finally touches the back of her throat. She gags a little, and that’s what sends me off. Ribbons of come pulse from me right down her throat. “Fuck, Zara, fuck!” I yell as I pump slowly into her mouth, emptying myself.
I look down, and she’s looking up at me, pride all over her face. I pull away slowly and watch in awe as she licks her lips.
“You are fucking magnificent,” I tell her, running my hands through her hair. I offer her a hand to help her up. She takes it, and I can’t help but want her again. “Bathroom, now. I need a shower, and I need to fuck you. Lose the jeans, Princess. I’ll turn the water on.”
She enters my bathroom still wearing her underwear, the underwear I washed and dried for her last night while she slept. It’s not the most glamourous I’ve seen, but it suits her. It makes her look like a real woman—sexy—and the way the bra cups her breasts almost makes me jealous.
“I’ll be in the water when you’re ready.” I turn my back, and I can hear her fumbling around. “Come on, Zara, I don’t bite.” My words are only out of my mouth a split second before her hand lands on my shoulder, and then her nails graze slowly down my spine.
“I’m taking that last bit back . . . I do bite, and I’m going to fucking devour you.” I turn around and grab her hips, pulling her so close to me that my dick pushes against her stomach.
“How are you hard again?” she asks.
“Are you complaining?”
“No, but I thought it took like an hour.”
“Not me, Princess, so I hope you’re ready.”
She nods, and before I can move, she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down into a kiss that blows my mind. Her naked breasts are pushing against my chest, and the hot water is scattering my back with tiny pin pricks.
I lift her up, and she wraps her legs around me as I pin her to the shower wall with my body. “Do you want me to fuck you like this?” I whisper into her ear.
“Yes . . . yes please, Drew.” She pants, and I can’t hold back. I position my dick at her entrance and suck in her bottom lip as I slide inside her slowly, taking her an inch at a time. I’m aware that I haven’t warmed her up, and I need to be careful.
“Drew . . . please . . . just fucking slam me, will you? I need to feel you fill me up.”
“I don’t want to— Oww, you little bitch.” I laugh as she bites my lip hard enough to make me want to punish her.
I slam into her hard, and she lets out the sexiest scream I have ever heard. I do it again until I’m gliding in and out of her, her hips moving with mine.
“Fuck, Drew . . . I’m going to come!” she cries as her thighs begin to crush around me.
“Come on, baby, come. Come all over my dick. I want to feel you tighten that magic pussy around me and drive me crazy.”
I slam into her so hard; I think I’m going to break down the wall that we are fucking against.
“Arghh!” she screams over and over whilst I keep fucking her harder and harder. I can feel my own orgasm building. I need her to finish, so I need to pull out before I come.
The tightening waves subside, and I pull out of her slowly. “We forgot the condom.” I plant a kiss on her lips.
“Shit . . . I’m not on the pill.”
“It’s okay. I didn’t come. I’m going to get one now though, because I’m not finished with you yet.”
I search in the drawer in the bathroom and find an empty box. Shit. “I won’t be long.” I open the bedside table and find another empty box. Fuck. I walk back into the bathroom. “I’m out of condoms.”
“So, do we have to stop? Can’t you just pull out?”
Normally, I would say no and take a hand job to finish off, but I want to be back inside her as soon as possible.
“Come here.” I pull her over to the sink. “Bend over just enough . . . That’s it. Now, hold on tight, Princess, ’cause I’m going to ride you like you’ve never known before.”
I slide back inside her easily, her back glistening with the water from the shower, her dark hair hanging down her back. I take a handful and pull back like I would with reins. “Look at how pretty you look with me fucking your pussy. Open your eyes, Princess. I want you to see this.”
She opens her eyes and closes them again.
“Open your eyes and keep them open. I want you to see what I see when we both come.”
Each thrust and pump, I push harder and harder, and when I feel my balls tightening, I reach round to her front and find her clit.
“Ah, Drew! Ah, fuck!” She moans and closes her eyes as I feel her orgasm building.
“Open your eyes, Zara. Open them now!”
Her eyes fly open as her orgasm hits. I can’t stop as I flick her clit wildly; I pull out just as I push myself over the edge.
“Drew . . . Drew . . . Oh god.”
I bend over her, my lips attacking her neck as I come hard on her back and my stomach.
“Fuck you are amazing,” I growl as I straighten up and pull her into my chest and then back under the water of the shower. She looks dazed as I soap up a sponge and begin to wash her down. “That was pretty fucking spectacular.” I pant, still trying to catch my breath.
“Yeah, it was,” she whispers, her eyes heavy.
“You’re not going to sleep, Princess. We’ve got stuff to do.” I grab a towel and wrap her up. “Go and get ready. I’ll be out soon.”
***
I pull the car around as she waits for me in the yard. I’m giving us both a treat. I’ve pulled out my Bentley. I love this car. It’s not sporty, but it’s classy, and it screams money. I don’t normally drive it around town; I use it for when I need to show who I am. But today, Zara deserves to be treated like the lady she is.
She’s made her outfit work. She’s made big cuts in her jeans, borrowed one of my better designer T?-??shirts, and cleaned her boots. Her hair is glossy, and she’s wearing it in some sort of updo that exposes her neck. It’s only when she’s sitting right next to me that I realise I’ve left her a hickey. I honestly think she’d kill me right now if I told her, so I keep quiet, put the car in drive, and set off on my first shopping excursion with a woman. I’ve heard all sorts of horror stories, so I’m prepared. I’ve got a million emails to respond to and other work to catch up on, but my phone is fully charged, so I’ll be cool, and if all else fails, I’ll give one of my brothers a call.
“Can we have some music on?” she asks.
“Yeah, what do you like? Rock, Pop? Classical?”
“Anything. I’m not really versed in the latest trendy songs, but I do like most stuff.”
“Lisa, play playlist two,” I say.
The sexy voice I’ve programmed in replies, “Certainly, Drew darling.”
“Fuck, I forgot she said shit like that.” I burst out laughing as Zara looks at me in surprise.
“Did you programme it to feed your ego?” she asks, giggling.
“I might have done. I like it when a woman does as she’s told. I don’t even have to say please.” I take a quick look at her beautiful face smiling like she hasn’t a care in the world.
“Oh, so you like to be bossy. I would never have guessed!” She tries to sound serious and fails.
“Less of the snarky comments, Princess, or I’ll show you how bossy I can be. I have a feeling you’d actually like it.”
We continue to laugh and take jabs at each other, much like I do with my brothers. She’s more easy going than I thought she’d be, and the nickname Princess seems a little out of place, although she’ll always be a princess in some form to me.
We pull up outside the shopping mall, a place Carlos told me would be perfect. I’m not used to these places, but as Zara needs a whole new wardrobe, she needs choice and lots of it.
We start in a huge department store that sells clothing for as little as a few pounds. I’m astounded. The T-shirts are five pounds and are not bad quality. They’d be great to muck out the horses in. So, I pick up a pile and put them in the basket.
“Drew, they don’t have a label on them.”
“And do you think Jasmine or any of my other horses will give a shit?” I reply, pleased with myself.
She shrugs and walks around the store, looking at some items and then putting them back. She picks up a fleecy jacket and then puts it back.
“Did you not like it?” I ask.
“I did, but I don’t want to buy just anything.”
I pick up the fleece and put it in the basket. I can tell she’s feeling uncomfortable, so I head to the cashier.
“Just these,” I say, handing over the basket.
She scans all the items and then asks if I want a bag. I look at the woman, puzzled. How does she think I’m going to leave the store? With the items tucked under my jacket?
“Erm, yes, we need a bag.”
“That will be an extra pound, is that okay?” she asks, and I look at her, dumfounded. The bags are nearly as expensive as the clothes.
I don’t reply, I just nod, and when she’s totalled up the items, I hand her my card.
“I don’t need it, sir, you can just tap and go.”
Again, I don’t know what the hell is happening. Tap and go? She points to the card machine, and I tap my black card, and sure enough, it works straight away.
“Do you not need me to enter my pin?” I ask.
“No, your transaction was only fifty-one pounds. You can use contactless payment for anything up to a hundred pounds now.”
I’ve never felt so stupid and unconnected. When was the last time I paid for anything under a hundred pounds?
I take the bag and walk away from the counter. “I’d heard about contactless payments, but I’ve just realised I’ve never done it before,” I say, taking Zara’s hand.
“Laura uses it all the time. I don’t have a card of my own, and if I did buy anything, it would be gowns for the galas.”
“So, where do your jeans come from?” I ask, slightly lost.
“Laura. She either gives me her cast offs, or she’ll treat me and buy me some new ones.”
“You wear your cousin’s old clothes?” I stop and turn her around to face me. I don’t believe what I’m hearing. Every time she talks, I learn something new about her, and most of it is not good.
“Yeah, I don’t mind though. We’re the same size, and I give her my ballgowns and dresses, and then she donates them to charity when she’s finished with them.”
“You could have sold them and made some money!” I shake my head and wonder why not.
“But at least someone gets something good for next to nothing.”
She’s too kind for her own good. She could have made a lot of money reselling those dresses, but I can tell it’s something that Zara likes to do. She says its giving back, but she’s not had anything given to her in the first place.
We walk around a lot more shops, and I feel guilty when I look down at the shopping bags and realise I’ve bought way more than she has. “You need to buy some more clothes. I’m not going to do your washing every night so that you’ve got clothes to wear.” I smile and kiss her on the nose, and she shakes her head.
“You’re being bossy again. I’ve not seen anything I really, really like.”
“You don’t have to fall in love with anything, just like it, buy it, and wear it. It’s pretty simple really.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll try,” she says as we walk into the next store, and then the next one, and then I see a sign that is going to save my life: Personal Shopper.
I nearly drag Zara through the store and over to the desk. “We need help,” I say to the heavily made?-?up woman behind the counter.
She looks Zara up and down and then looks back at me and smiles. Her teeth are bizarrely white and stupidly straight to the point they look like plastic.
“Is the help for your friend?” she asks, and I’m not happy about her tone.
“It is, is there a problem?” I ask.
“No, not at all. What’s the occasion?” she asks, and her eyes roam up and down Zara. I know Zara is getting annoyed, but yet again, I underestimate her.
“Do you treat all your customers like this? My home has been destroyed, and these clothes are all I’ve been left with. If you don’t want to wait on me, find someone else who will. Your manager maybe,” Zara says calmly, and a sly smile forms on her lips.
Ouch! But fuck this woman. I forget she knows how to deal with people.
The assistant apologises and promises to work hard to ensure Zara is happy.
We both give her a list of clothing lines whilst we take a seat in a nice area. We’ve been given coffee and cake, and they even offered champagne.
Forty-five minutes later, a line of women walk into the room, wheeling in a clothes rail full to the brim of colour.
I smile at Zara, who looks almost horrified.
“We’re not in a rush. Take your time and just enjoy buying things you like for a change.”
She takes a big deep breath in and then breathes out. She gives a nod to the assistant, who starts pulling items off the rail, showing them to Zara and then putting them on the no rail. My patience with Zara starts to wear thin.
“Stop!” I demand, and the women all look at me. I walk over to the rail, take a look through, and turn to the assistant. “Bag it all up.”
“Drew—” Zara snaps at me.
“Zara!” I snap back. “You were going to have me sit here for another hour whilst you said no to everything. Anything that doesn’t fit or you really hate, we can bring it back, okay?”
She goes to speak, but I raise an eyebrow and give her my ‘I’m not fucking happy’ look.
“Fine, but I really don’t suit blue,” she says, folding her arms across her chest.
“Can you disregard anything that’s blue except for denim?”
The assistant nods, and I give her a smile and a wink, which Zara notices. Her slightly pissed off face turns to a face as dark as thunder.
“Hey, you will thank me later. I promise. You needed me to step in, or we would still be sat here at breakfast tomorrow.”
“Can we go after they’ve bagged everything up?” I can tell she’s upset, frustrated, and floundering.
“You bet we can, and you can choose where we eat.”
This brings a slight smile to her face. I feel like I’ve taken too many choices away from her today.
I don’t let Zara see how much the clothes, shoes, bags, and other items cost. It’d only add to the pressure she’s already feeling.
As we set off in the car, I look over to her. She’s not as bubbly as she was on our way here.
“I think you need to open a bank account.”
She looks at me as if I’ve just spoken in German.
“I’ll need somewhere to pay your salary into. I can’t pay you cash.” I decide to let it sink in, let her think about it for a while. There isn’t a rush after all. “Have you decided on where you want to go to eat?” I ask, changing the subject.
“Can we get a takeaway? Laura gets them sometimes, and I love Chinese.”
“I’m offering you anything your heart desires, and you’ve chosen a Chinese takeaway. You’re a conundrum, Zara.”