Chapter 14
Zara
I’ve flown business and first class everywhere I’ve been but none of that compares to the luxury of Drew’s private jet. It’s one of a few that belong to his family.
The pilot comes and greets us personally, and the steward looking after us is really attentive, making sure we have everything we need.
Just after take-off, the pilot turns off the seatbelt sign, and we’re served champagne and some snacks.
“This is unbelievable. Is this how you travel all the time?” I ask.
“Most of the time, but I do fly commercial if Carter has taken the jet somewhere. He’s taking his football team out to Spain at the end of the football season, so hopefully we’ll be back before he needs it.”
“How long are we really going for?”
“As long as it takes. I’ve got business to do to. It’s not just a holiday.”
“What will I be doing while you’re working?”
“Whatever you want. You can take some of the horses out, relax, read a book.”
I smile, a little worried that I’m already not going to fit into his world.
“You look tired. You can go and have a sleep if you want. I’ve got some emails I need to deal with.”
“Is that a nice way of telling me I look like crap?” I ask.
“No, you’re always beautiful, but it’s a seven-hour flight. You should rest while you can. Believe me, when we land, Gee and Ruby will be dragging you around New York so fast, your feet will burn.”
“What if they don’t like me?”
“They are nice people. They will love you.”
“Do they know I’m coming with you?”
“Nobody knows we are coming,” he says, quietly opening up his laptop.
“Why? How come?”
“I just didn’t have time to call them, and it’s only been a couple of weeks since I was last there, so it’ll be a surprise for them all.”
“So, do you visit often?” I ask, getting confused.
“Not really. It was my mom and dad’s anniversary, and they had a party,, so I flew out with Carter and flew back straight after.”
“Did you want to stay for longer?”
“I couldn’t . . . I had something more pressing going on back home.”
“Really? What could be more important than being with your family?”
He’s quiet for a moment. “You . . . and Jasmine, of course.”
His confession takes the wind out of me. I don’t know what to say, so I say nothing. I pick up one of the magazines and start to flick through while Drew goes back to his emails.
The first one is dreary and nothing interesting, but the second one, there’s a photograph, and I have to look at it three times before I realise what I’m looking at.
“Is this you?” I ask, pushing the magazine in front of him.
“I . . . I . . . It could be . . . I don’t know. The paparazzi are always taking photographs. Why?” he asks, not bothered about the content.
“The headline reads ‘Another Blackmoore Playboy on the Streets of Manhattan’,” I read out.
“Let me see.” He snatches the magazine back and takes a closer look. “Hmmm, that is from a long time ago. I don’t know why they’re printing it now,” he says, unconcerned.
“How do you know though? It looks fairly recent.”
The picture is of Drew with two women sitting in his lap in what looks like a night club. He has his arms around both women, and each of his hands is holding a breast.
“Because I’ve not seen those two since that night.”
I don’t know why, but jealousy floods me. I know he’s had women before me, but two of them. Is one not enough for him?
“Did you . . .”
“I’m not answering that question. You don’t need to know stuff like that. But while we are on the subject of my past . . . it’s colourful, okay? Things will be brought up and plastered everywhere. It’s just part of the job. I’m usually very careful, unlike my brother, but sometimes, things slip. However, I’m not a cheater. I never have been, and I never will be. If I’m with someone, that’s it.”
“So, you don’t even look at other women?”
“To be honest, I don’t know. It’s been a very long time since I was in—” He starts to cough, and I begin to worry. “Sorry, the words got stuck in my throat. In a relationship.” And then he laughs and takes my hand in his.
“This isn’t funny, Drew. We’re not putting a label on us, and I get that, it’s too early, but I need to know that we’re not seeing other people, too.”
“I’m not . . . Are you?” he asks, his eyes playful.
“Ha ha, you are really hilarious. Although I do have options, you know . . . There’s Richard, for example.”
Ouch. I shouldn’t have gone there. I knew it the second it came out of my mouth, but I don’t get a chance to tell him I was joking.
He puts his laptop down, stands up, loosens his tie, and then grabs my hand, pulling me out of the chair.
“What? Stop, what are you doing?” I argue as he drags me to the back of the plane. Oh god, is he going to throw me out of the back?
He opens the door at what I think is the back of the plane and pulls me in.
The door slams behind me, and I hear him twist the lock. His body is up against mine so fast. “You think you can get away with talking to me like that?” he growls into my ear.
A warm sensation floods down below. “Drew, we shouldn’t. There are people out there.”
“And?”
“They might hear.”
“The room is soundproofed, Princess. No one will hear you”—he slides his hand up my blouse and pinches my nipple hard— “scream.”
“Oww! That hurt! But you can do it again.”
His lips crash onto mine, his free arm wrapping around my waist while his other is twisting and pulling my nipple. One twist of our bodies, and he’s pushing me down onto the bed.
“I need to hear that you will never be with that dick,” he says, kissing my neck, and then I feel his teeth graze across my collarbone.
“I was joking . . . I swear,” I stammer. Oh god . . . this feels so good.
“I didn’t find it funny.” He grips my blouse and pulls. The buttons fly everywhere, leaving me exposing my new bra.
“Fuck, Zara. I love this on you, but it has to go. I need your tits in my mouth now.” I sit up a little, and he pulls off what’s remaining of my blouse and unfastens my bra. Both go flying on the floor.
His strong arms push me back down, and it doesn’t escape me that one of his big hands is around my throat. His other hand is squeezing and twisting my nipple while his tongue flicks the other.
“Drew . . .” I quietly cry out. He doesn’t answer me, but his eyes catch mine as his mouth takes my nipple, and he sucks hard.
“Oh jeez . . . Drew.” I moan, but this only makes him tighten his grip around my neck.
When I think he’s going to stop, he switches sides and gives the other nipple the same treatment. I can feel an orgasm already building, and he hasn’t even touched me down there yet. Him holding me down by my throat is petrifying me, but it’s also hot as fuck.
He moves the hand twisting my nipple and slides it down the front of my body and into the front of my jeans.
“Are you wearing matching panties?” he asks.
“Yes,” I answer softly.
“Such a shame I’m going to ruin them.” He pushes up from me, undoes my jeans, and pulls them off in one swift movement. “I like these, too. Such a shame,” he says, kissing my panties. Then I feel his teeth against my skin and his fingers inside the fabric.
“What are you . . .” I begin to ask, but then I feel what he’s doing. He’s snapped the elastic and has pulled them off with his teeth.
“I’m so fucking hungry for you,” he says, pushing my legs up, opening them wide, and putting them on his shoulders.
“Put your heels together on my back. I want you as open as you can be.” Each sentence is followed by a lick of my pussy. And when I’m open wide to him, he doesn’t waste any time. Two fingers slide into me. I open my eyes and see him watching me.
“You’re so beautiful, Zara. You are driving me fucking insane.” He slides his fingers out and then places them in his mouth. He sucks on his fingers hard. “I can’t get enough of you.” He groans before thrusting them back into me, once, twice, three times, and I can feel my orgasm starting to roll as he uses his thumb to tease my clit.
“Ahhh!” I begin to cry out, but he pulls his fingers free and immediately slides them into my mouth. “Taste how fucking amazing you are.”
His fingers still in my mouth, I open my eyes to see him smiling down at me. “Suck ’em, baby, suck em and enjoy it. Taste what you taste like, wrap your tongue around them, and take them like a good girl.”
When he slid his fingers in my mouth, my heart pounded, but he didn’t force them. The gentleness in his voice reassured me that he wasn’t going to do anything bad.
Oh god, his other hand slides in between my legs, and he slides two more fingers into me. His head lowers, and I feel his lips caress my skin and then his tongue gently flicking at my clit.
I try to speak, but with my mouth full of his fingers, I can only moan. He’s bringing me to the edge of my sanity. I want to cry out, but I can’t until the rush of power floods through me and my body has a mind of its own. My hips jerk and grind against his mouth and finger, and my heart is racing, white lights flashing in the back of my eyes.
“That’s it, Princess. Let it go. Let it go just for me.” He slowly slides his fingers from my mouth as my orgasm hits its peak.
“Fuckkk!” I scream. “Fuckkk!” I’m so loud, I bet even the pilot heard me.
I don’t know when he lost his clothes, and I don’t know when he put the condom on, but I’m so fucking glad when he slides into me, his face centimetres from mine, his eyes looking down at me as if I belong to him and him alone.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” is all he says before he slams into me hard. I place my hands on his chest to try to slow him down, but he moves them and pins them above my head.
“You’ll get your turn soon, Princess. That I promise.” His voice is strained as he fucks me over and over, his hips smashing into me, and I can’t stop the emotion as it pours out of me. I look deep into his dark eyes, and they’re filled with passion, tension, and possessiveness, and that’s when my body gives in again. I feel my walls starting to tense, my body starting to shake uncontrollably.
“Drew . . .” I cry out breathlessly. “I can’t stop it . . .”
“I’m close,” he growls, but he never looks away, his eyes locked like a target on mine.
“Drew!” I call out again as I feel the most amazing sensation. My pussy is throbbing hard against his dick, but there’s something else. Something different.
“Oh, Princess . . . you just made me your king.” His lips twitch and then his eyes close. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk.” His voice is so deep, it almost doesn’t sound like him. And then he closes the gap between us and kisses me softly.
We lie there kissing for the longest time until his body becomes too heavy. And I also need to pee.
“I need to use the bathroom,” I say in between the kisses.
“Okay,” he says, rolling over to expose his naked body.
“How the hell are you hard again?” I ask, pointing at his huge erect dick.
“It’s not difficult when I’m lying next to you. So, hurry up. We’ve still got a few hours to kill before we land.”
And he wasn’t joking. In the five hours we spent in the bedroom, we did more than join the mile high club; we fucked in the shower through some mild turbulence—which was interesting, to say the least—showered again and fucked some more, and then he had some champagne brought to the door—which he decided would be a great idea to drink off each other’s bodies—and then we fucked again.
I don’t know where he gets his stamina from. The last time, I was so spent, I would have let him do anything to me to just let him come, but he had other ideas. He flipped me over, so I was on top and made me do all the hard work.
We’re just about to land. I’m back in my seat wearing a different blouse than the one I boarded with and a completely new set of underwear. Drew threw my other set in the bin, stating it wasn’t fun if he’d already seen it.
The plane lands, and within a few minutes, we are guided to a waiting car, which then takes us to the terminal building. The crew is following behind bringing our luggage. We go straight through passport control without me even having to show mine.
Everyone around us knows who he is. Everyone smiles politely, but nobody speaks. It’s as if they have been told to leave us alone.
Another car is waiting for us as we exit the terminal. It’s not long before we are driving through the streets of New York. I know they call it the Big Apple, but the place is crazy big with even crazier buildings.
I’m looking out of the window, mesmerised at the view.
“You’ve been to New York before, right?” he asks.
“Yes and no. We stopped here for a day when we were on a cruise. I didn’t get off the boat.”
He doesn’t ask why. He already knows the answer.
The journey isn’t as quick as I thought it was going to be. As we hit Midtown, the traffic slows and nearly grinds to a halt.
“We could walk from here. You could see some of the sights if you want.”
I look at him, deadpanning. “Walk? Really? You think I can walk after the six-hour flight of . . . you know.”
He tilts his head and pulls a confused looking face. “Are you sore, Princess?” he asks, trying not to smile.
“I might be, and if I am, it’s your fault,” I tease back.
“You shouldn’t get me all riled up then.”
“How did I get you riled up? I was just sitting there.”
“My point exactly. You don’t have to do anything in particular, but having your button on your blouse open was a pretty big invitation.”
I slap his arm hard, and he pretends that it hurt.
“Where exactly are we going?” I ask.
“I have a key to my brother’s apartment. He doesn’t live there anymore. It’s above his nightclub. He won’t mind if we use it.”
“Are you sure?”
“It’s got an open deck pool, too. He tried to keep it a secret from us, but since he doesn’t use it anymore, Carter and I have first reserve.”
“It sounds lovely,” I say, and the realisation of how rich his family is starts to sink in. Private jets, an apartment in New York with a pool that they just keep vacant for family. Cars waiting for you at the airport. Not touching my luggage since we left England.
This is a different life, even for me.
The car pulls up outside a huge property “The Venue”. The driver helps us with our bags to an entrance around the side.
“If you need me again, Drew, I’ll be available,” the driver says, leaning in for a man hug.
“Cheers, Paul, and don’t forget, I’m not here, okay? I want to surprise them when I’m ready. If they find out I’m here, those women will be across town faster than a subway train.”
Paul laughs and nods. “You know them well, Boss. I’ll keep out of their way. They can smell somethings up just by looking at me.”
“Best idea. Keep your head down, at least until tomorrow. It’s been a long flight, and it’s time for a nap.” Drew takes my suitcase and leads me inside an elevator, and a few seconds later, we are walking into the most beautiful place I’ve ever seen.
“Is this really your brother’s?” I ask, looking around like a child in a sweet shop.
“Yeah. He lives in town now, near Braxton, my other brother.”
“So, which brother owns this?” I ask, trying to remember what he’s told me.
“Kane. He’s married to Ruby, and they have a little girl, Melody. It suits her, too, seeing they are—or were—both DJs.”
Wow, I can’t stop looking around. I walk into the huge kitchen and put my bag down on the counter. “Can I make you a coffee or something?”
“Yeah, and then we are going to bed. For some strange reason . . . I’m fucked.”