Lily's Mistake (17 page)

Since they are busy talking about playing poker, they don’t mind us leaving.

Drake quickly leads us upstairs and shoves me inside the bathroom where he locks us in. “I need to be inside you. Now!” He hisses against my ear as he positions me facing the mirror, against the sink. His hands take care of my jeans along with my underwear, pulling them down just past my knees.

“Are you wet?” Drake urgently asks as his finger checks. “You are… dripping…” He groans against my neck. I hear his pants fall on the floor before he speaks again. “Bend over. Don’t part your legs. I want to take you like this. I know you’re tight as it is… but I want to feel you break open while I stretch you further. Hold tight because I’m not going to take you fast this time.”

My eyes stay glued to the mirror as his hips thrust forward, the head of his cock parting my folds. “Do you feel the difference when you don’t part your legs? My dick can barely fit in there.”

I’m panting so hard, I can barely think. Though he has a hard time sliding it in all the way in, he is persistent. He pulls out and puts it back in, inching deeper inside me with each thrust. It teases my hunger, sucking me into a sexual cloud that I can’t get enough of. The more he teases, the hungrier I become.

“Do it, just fucking do it,” I dare him to just hit it all the way home. I anticipate the pain it will bring, but I know that Drake will make up for it.

Drake grabs both of my ass cheeks while he bites my earlobe as he rams his cock into me hard until it hits the wall of my cervix. I grunt from the painful throb. “Keep your ass up as I instructed you earlier. Don’t you dare move. My cock’s going to love you until you can’t take it anymore. Is that what you want, Babe?” The head of his shaft teases the wall of my womb.

“You’re all talk,” I moan against him.

“Remember, you asked for this,” Drake informs me before he pulls out and drives in with precision.

I’m shaking and sobbing his name in a minute as I come, my muscles contracting against his moving shaft. My hand pushes against the mirror as he annihilates my body, taking me to the next level. “Don’t move!” Drake hisses against my shoulder.

“I can’t… too much.” Tears prickle in my eyes as my body starts to tighten again, readying for another wave of release.

“Let go,” Drake commands as my body does just that, but he isn’t finished. Not by a long shot.

My body is trembling more than I thought possible. My strength to keep the position he ordered is thinning. “One more?” he asks as he slows down, his dick still stroking me while his lips rain kisses on the back of my neck. “Tilt your head a bit. I want your lips.”

Our lips touch, passion licks my soul as our tongues fight, fervently. Drake powers into my depths with titillating force as he impales me with his hard shaft. Striking me deeper, taking me to another dimension. His hands press against my stomach as he pierces me with his throbbing cock. “Come for me, Babe,” Drake instructs again before he bites into my shoulder. It makes me convulse around him. I cry out as an orgasm takes hold of my body.

Drake rolls his hips a few more times before he hisses out a few angry curses. He comes beautifully as I watch him in the mirror. He is incredible to watch. My eyes find his in the mirror, his cock still pulsating inside me. “You love watching me go crazy, I see.” Drake smiles as he kisses my neck.

“I can’t help it. You look too hot to resist.” Hopeless, that’s me, alright.

Drake pulls out and spins me around, kissing me hard. “You’re amazing. Do you know that? I’m so crazy about you.”

“I’m crazy about you, too.”

“Good to know that the feeling is mutual. Let’s go join your friends, and then we can head home. I want you alone.” Drake kisses me one more time before he cleans me off with a wet paper towel.

We’ve just finished our shower together and are in bed, ready to sleep, when Drake speaks into the dark.

“Lil?”

I perk up. “Hmmm?”

“I was thinking; why don’t you start working on your business plan with Masie? I can hire another person. You guys were pretty excited discussing the possibility of it earlier, so why not do it? Go look for a place tomorrow to rent. Go over business details and open up in the next three months?”

“Is this your subtle way of firing me? Will you be hiring a hot blonde as my replacement?”

“No. If it will make you happy, I will hire an efficient gay man. I had one before named Kip, but Shannon fired him when I was out of the country. I could contact him again and offer an incentive, but my point is, I want you to work on something that you love to do. It’s time, Lil.”

I know it’s time for me to really go out there and do my thing.

I kiss his chest and whisper against it. “I know, thank you for bringing it up. I’ll speak to Masie first thing in the morning.” My hand touches his neck where it begins to curve to his shoulder.

“Good. I think this will be a good step for you,” Drake murmurs against my forehead before he drifts off to sleep.

20

For the next two weeks, Masie and I are busy with our plans. We’ve been baking non-stop in my kitchen as we try different recipes; marking which ones work and which ones don’t.

It’s already six in the evening before Masie decides it’s time to leave. We’ve been up since nine and only took half an hour lunch break before we started baking again.

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay? You look nervous all of a sudden.” Masie’s instincts are spot on, but I’m not about to spill my secret. Not yet, anyway.

I merely nod. “Just tired. The last two weeks have been draining me.” They have and now I have another issue to top it all off.

Masie gives me a cheerful smile. “Okay. Tell lover boy not to wear you out so much. You look like you need sleep.” She winks at me before she leaves the house.

That, too. Drake has been insatiable on a daily basis. It’s hard to keep up with him.

I’m sitting on the couch when I hear him enter the house. I left the door unlocked knowing he’d be over soon. “Hi.”

Drake strolls in wearing an all black Armani suit, looking like sex on legs. He bends over and kisses me on the lips. “How was your day, Pretty One?”

I look Drake dead in the eye and blurt it out, “I’m pregnant.”

Drake suddenly stills before he composes himself. He opens his mouth, then shuts it again before he starts to pace around my living room. Calmly, he asks, “Is it mine?”

I feel like he just punched me in the gut while slapping me a few times before he stomps and spits on me. How dare he ask me that question? “On second thought, let me double check my calendar. It might not be yours after all.”

I didn’t anticipate him asking if it was his. I feel side-tracked and insulted. So, this was how Shannon must’ve felt.

Drake simmers in anger, but he asked for it. His question was beyond disrespectful.

“Please, leave. You are not welcome here anymore.” I’m surprised that my voice is stern and it doesn’t waver. I’m a wreck inside, but I’d rather die than show him that.

“Is it mine or not? Don’t be a smartass about it. Answer the question as I asked you to do.” His voice grates on me.

“Not yours, Drake.”

He doesn’t even dare look at me as he leaves my house, slamming the door shut on his way out.

It hurt that he would even question me like that. I told him I hadn’t slept with anyone but him in over a year.

He can go suck on it for all I care. I don’t need him to raise a child. I can take care of it on my own.

I don’t need him.

I don’t.

I wake up the next day with a surprise. My mother is in my kitchen making me breakfast.

“Mom? What are you doing here so early? It’s not even nine in the morning.” I yawn while I sit down at the breakfast nook.

“Drake came by today. He told me that you’re pregnant. Is that true?” Mom’s eagle-eyes don’t miss a beat. “And looking at your reaction, I’m assuming that it is Drake’s, too?”

Fuck you, Drake Tatum, and your stupid tattle mouth. “He doesn’t want it.”

“He tells me that you told him he isn’t the father.” Mom places the food on the table before she slides it across to me, eyeing me sternly. “What made you say that, if he is the father?”

“The stupid man asked me if it was his. How dare he? I’m not some slut who’s been juggling different guys. That was uncalled for.” Okay, I need to calm down before I blow a fuse.

“Okay, maybe he did deserve that. From what I saw earlier, I can tell you that he’s regretful, but doesn’t know how to approach you.”

“He can go fuck himself,” I mutter.

“Lily, behave.”

“I’m sorry, Mom, but I’m not in the mood to talk about this right now.”

“You are an adult, Dear; we have to talk about this. Patricia will want to know and frankly, Drake is waiting for my call. The man didn’t sleep a wink last night. He told me that’s he’s ready to marry you as well.”

Fucking Drake.

“I am not marrying anyone. Period. As far as I am concerned, Drake and I are done. He can help out with the baby later on, but that’s it.”

“That’s up to you, but you have to talk it out with Drake. He needs to hear it from you.” My mom is always so reasonable. I know she wants what is best for me and Drake, but right now, I could care less. Drake royally pissed me off last night and that’s that. True, he can be sorry, but that won’t take back the words he spoke.

He fucked up, big time.

Mom gets up and hugs me. “I love you. You’re going to be a great mom.  Don’t let hatred consume you, though. I think it’s high time you and Drake sort this out.” She kisses my forehead before walking towards the end of the room.

I hear her talking on the phone. I can’t really blame her since this is such a big deal to us. We are a close unit. She and Pat are expecting their first grandchild and both have been dying for one.

“We’re going over to the Tatum’s for lunch. Will that be good for you?” Mom asks kindly.

It’s not like I have a choice. If I don’t agree to it, I full well know that the entire Tatum clan will be on my doorstep before sun down. “Yeah, sounds good to me.”

21

“Lily doesn’t want me. Her lying about my child proves that,” Drake grates out as both of our mothers just look speechless.

“What do you want, Lily?” Patricia looks at me kindly.

What do I want? That’s a good question to ask. I do want Drake, but not like this. It feels wrong. I don’t want to be the next Shannon, robbing him of his life and livelihood. I am not that woman. Even if every fiber in me is screaming to just drop it and be with him.

“The baby and I are going to be okay. I mean, I have all of you guys to help out, right? Let’s just take this one day at a time. Everything seems to be all new to me. So, please, calm down.” I give Mom and Patricia a forced smile. Both women get up and hug me, telling me how much they love me.

“Thank you, Lil! Not only did you grant your mother’s wishes to have a child, but mine as well. If you and Drake don’t ever get married, though, I think you two should, as the mother of my unborn grandchild, you are my unofficial daughter,” Patricia speaks through happy tears.