Dirty: The Complete Series (Secret Baby Romance Love Story) (94 page)

He put his
hands in my hair and pulled at the roots, while his tongue played with mine. I
was almost up off the floor so that I could reach his hair. I wanted to tangle
my fingers in it. I wanted to pull his hair while I sucked on his tongue. He
bent down further, and I got a handful of it and heard him growl. I caressed
his scalp with my fingernails and slid them down the back of his neck, the
entire time, sucking on his tongue, licking his lips, and wanting so much more.

He pulled
back and looked at me with his sexy chest heaving. I was panting and gasping
for breath myself, but I’d gladly suffocate in his arms. When he got his
breathing under control, he grinned at me and took my hand. He led me to the
bedroom and as soon as we got there, I started clawing at his shirt, trying to
pull it off of him. He reached down and helped me, tossing it aside and baring
that gorgeous chest. I pressed my palms into it and felt that hard muscle,
simultaneously feeling a rush of moisture between my legs. He’s perfect and I
still have no idea what he sees in me. I leaned in and smelled his skin before
I ran my tongue down across his rock hard abs and along the top of his shorts.
I could see his erection already pressing tight against it, trying to escape. I
couldn’t wait to set it free.

I dropped to
my knees, and one of my hands fumbled with his button and zipper, while I
grasped a handful of his tight ass in the other. I got the zipper down and
reached in to run my fingers across his hard cock, still clad in his shorts. I
tried to slip my fingers inside of them, but he put both of his hands over mine
and pulled me up to my feet.

He reached
for my shirt and pulled it up over my head. While I finished pulling it off, he
cupped one of my breasts in each of his hands. My nipples hardened against the
fabric of my bikini that was pressed into his palms. I moaned again
involuntarily. My body ached for him. He let go of one of my breasts and
reached back to untie my bikini top. He let it fall off and as soon as he saw
my bare breasts, he flexed his hips and ground himself into me. He cupped my
breasts again, this time running his fingers across my hard, bare nipples. He
squeezed and pinched them, making my moans get louder and my need for him more
urgent.

With another
sexy growl, he moved me over to the bed and pushed me down onto it on my back.
I lay there trying to breathe while he took off my shorts and underwear. He
sucked in a breath when I was naked
–
I love the way he wants me. I don’t understand it, but
I love it. He leaned down and kissed my lips again before he dragged his mouth
down across my chin and down my neck. I love the way his lips feel. I love the
way he tastes me. I want to live in a place where only this feeling exists.

He arched
back when I reached for his shorts again. I whined in frustration and felt him
grin into the swell of my breast. He opened his mouth wider and sucked one
completely into his mouth. He sucked hard and then used his tongue to lick
wildly at my hard nipple. He drove me insane on that side before switching to
the other. I was writhing across the bed, holding onto his hair and pressing
him into my chest. I felt his hand slide down over my belly and his fingers
skim lightly across my mound. My pussy ached for him to touch it. I arched my
back up off the bed as he slid a finger into my tunnel. I could actually hear
how wet I was and my walls clamped down on his finger like a vice. He pulled
his face up and looked at mine as he slid a second finger into me. I opened my
legs as wide as I could and whimpered and groaned while he worked them in and
out, plunging them in deeply over and over, again and again.

I felt like I
was on the verge of losing my mind or spontaneously combusting when he finally
pulled them out and stripped off his shorts and underwear. He reached down and
lifted me up, repositioning me in the middle of the bed. My mouth watered for a
taste when I saw the veins in his erection throbbing.

He got onto
the bed on his knees and before he could stop me, I sat up and leaned in,
letting my tongue lick around the outside of his head and take the bead of
moisture off the tip. His taste is intoxicating. I got up on my knees and with
my mouth at the level of his nipples; I sucked one into my mouth while I pumped
his cock in my hand. He groaned and shivered. He let me play for several
seconds before moving my hand again and pulling me up tightly against him. He
shoved his tongue back into my mouth, deep and hard, and while we kissed, he
lifted me up further and lined my opening up with his cock. He slid me down on
it slowly and I felt him filling me up and throbbing inside of me. I gripped
onto his shoulders and cried out his name as another wave of heat surged
through my veins.

I rocked back
and forth and lifted myself up and down, doing my best to match each one of his
powerful thrusts. I was no expert at this, but I was definitely getting better.
I looked up at his face and if the look of ecstasy there was any indication, he
was enjoying it as much as I was. I bounced harder and he moved faster, and my
body jerked and jolted repeatedly with each one of his delicious thrusts. I was
lost in the feelings he was creating inside of me and I never wanted to be
found.

He startled
me by lifting my butt with one arm and flipping me back onto the bed. He was
suddenly on top of me with his tongue in my ear. I lifted my butt up and tried
to get him back inside of me. His mouth trailed down from my ear to my neck,
and he sucked a piece of it in between his lips and teeth. He was teasing me,
torturing me, denying me what he knew that I wanted
–
and I loved it. My entire life, I’d hated being told
what to do. I hated men who thought they could control me. But part of my
incredible attraction to Drake is his dominance. I want him to be in charge. I
want him to take me to places that I’ve never been…and never bring me back.

He flipped
and turned me. He lifted me and held me down, taking me from every conceivable
position and in every orifice. He would slam into me for a while until I came
screaming and scratching like a wildcat and then he’d slow down and rock me
like a baby while I calmed down. I was like a woman possessed. Every time I
thought I couldn’t take any more, he would take me again. He kissed and sucked
and licked and nibbled my entire body. I was practically a puddle of
smouldering liquid by the time I felt him harden and swell inside of me and let
himself go. After he milked himself into me, every last drop, he collapsed down
and laid his head on my chest while he calmed himself down.

I held him against
me and ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying our quiet moment just as much
as I had enjoyed the other. I was fighting sleep, trying not to give in to it
because no dream I could have would possibly compare to the one I was living.

I had finally
let my eyes close when I felt his mouth against mine again. Then, I felt it
begin to slide down my body agonizingly slowly. He stopped to hover his lips
just out of reach of my nipples. I arched up and tried to meet his mouth with
them, but all he gave me was a lick before continuing downward across my belly.
When he reached my clit, he did the same thing. I whined and tried to push his
face down, but he was too strong for me. He let his lips brush against the
outer part of my wet ones before sliding his tongue along my slit and stopping
just short of touching my clit. I opened my legs wider and pulled my butt up
off the bed, grinding myself into his face until he finally wrapped his lips
around my swollen clit and sucked it into his mouth. He held it there and
stroked his tongue back and forth across it wildly. He licked and sucked,
driving me mad with passion. I dug my fingers into his scalp, and it didn’t
take long before I was arching my back and crying out his name. The orgasm hit
me harder than any wave had so far and for a second, I honestly couldn’t
breathe.

The rest of
the night was more of the same. The sun was rising and the orange glow was
peeking through the blinds of his bedroom before his breaths finally turned
long and deep and I knew he was asleep. I snuggled into him and held him for a
while before kissing the side of his face and slipping out of the bed. I knew
leaving him wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t know it would feel comparable to
amputating my own fucking arm.

CHAPTER TWENTY

DRAKE

The first
thing I realized when I woke up was that Summer wasn’t in the bed. I stretched
and rolled over to look towards the bathroom. The door was open, and she wasn’t
there. I looked towards the bedroom door and saw it was open, too. Pulling
myself up on my elbow I called out to her,

“Summer?” I
sniffed the air, hoping she got up to get something to eat. The second thing I
had realized was that I was starving. Summer and I had marathon sex all night
long. I reached for my cell phone on the nightstand and I was shocked to see
that it was after two in the afternoon already. “Summer?” There was no noise
from anywhere in the apartment. She was gone. The pleasure sensors in my brain
were still raw and they didn’t want to believe she left me. I told myself she
went to run errands. I’m not sure what kind of errands she might have. Maybe
she went to cash her check – that would make sense.

With a heavy
sigh, I climbed out of the bed and pulled on a pair of clean shorts. I’d get
something to eat and if she wasn’t back by the time I finished, I’d go see if I
could find her. I was headed down the hall and almost to the living room when
there was a pounding on my door. With a smile, I pulled it open. I just assumed
it was Summer coming back. My hopes were dashed when I was confronted by the
angry face of her little protector.

“Where is
she?”

“She’s not
here.”

“She was,
though, right? All night she was here with you and then sometime this morning,
while she knew we would all be out, she came by the homestead and left this.”
He handed me an envelope. His hand was shaking. I took it from him and saw that
the front of it said,

“Bennie.”
That was his name. Now I remember. Bennie the great protector. I turned it over
and slid it open. When I saw the cash, my stomach clenched. I knew what she had
done as soon as I saw it. My hand was shaking as I looked back at Bennie, my
mouth so dry that I could hardly swallow.

“She left?”

“There’s a
note in there.”

“I don’t want
to read it. Obviously, she didn’t say where she was going or you wouldn’t be
here.”

“No. She said
she loves us and she hopes we take the money and use it to better our lives.
She said she was going to use her half to better hers.”

“Her half?
She left you half of it?”

He visibly
bristled at that. “We didn’t ask her for any of it.”

“That’s not
what I meant. I don’t know why I’m surprised. I know that she has a good heart.
What time did she come by and leave this?”

“I left at
eight this morning. Ace was there from ten to noon and he says he didn’t see
her. Phoebe got back at one and she didn’t see her, either. I just got back.
So, sometime between eight and ten, I guess.”

“She’s got at
least a four hour jump on us.”

“Are you
going to go after her?”

I didn’t
answer that question. I didn’t know the answer. This was definitely not how I
expected this day to go. I needed time to think. “I don’t know. Are you?”

Bennie
half-laughed and half-snorted as he said, “Summer would only kick my ass and
tell me to fuck off when I got there. She has no idea she’s only five feet
tall. She thinks that she’s as giant on the outside as she feels on the inside.
I love her, but as much as it pains me to admit it, I’m not the one she wants.”

“Obviously,
neither am I.”

Bennie left
me after that. For the next few hours, maybe longer, I was like a fucking
zombie. My brain wasn’t functioning, it was just numb. I felt so fucking
stupid. She came home with me last night after I told her I was falling in love
with her and the whole time, she knew she was going to leave me. She knew she’d
have to fight me and Bennie if she told either of us what she planned to do. I
felt like a fool and a simpering child because all I could think at the moment
he said he wasn’t the one she wanted was, “You got a fucking note.” Once I had
that idea in my head, I started searching the apartment for my note. How could
she love me the way she did all night long and then just leave me without so
much as a note?

I checked the
bedroom, knocking things down off of the nightstands and dresser, and then I
moved from that room to the next and the next. I lost my mind and at some
point, I was no longer looking for a note, I was simply tearing shit up. When
the anger finally turned into exhaustion, I slumped down against the wall in
the living room and held my head in my hands while I wondered what the fuck I
was going to do.

The knock on
the door didn’t penetrate the fog in my head at first. It started as a knock
and turned into a pounding. When I heard the pounding I looked up. “Summer?”

“No, Spence,
it’s Kobe. Let me in, man. You have no idea what I had to go through in order
to get past the doorman. Why do you live in this fancy ass place, man? Why
would you want to live your life in between four walls?”