Page 98 of Fire Fight

Then I hold tight like he commanded as Drake tosses aside any illusion of control and fucks me without mercy.

At first, I think I won’t be able to stand it. On the next thrust, I’ll have to cry uncle. Or the next.

Then another wave of arousal drowns me in pleasure, leaving me gasping for breath as the pain signals fade and the relentless stretch of his cock inside me turns into a crescendo of pleasure and my body begs for release.

I issue wordless cries, begging, pleading, demanding more as the first spasms shudder through me, unleashing a firestorm of ecstatic pulses, suffusing me with a warm glow.

Just as the waves recede, Drake grabs my hips, fingertips sinking into my flesh as he slams into me, his cock convulsing, twitching inside me as he fills me to the brim.

He collapses on top of me, weight pinning me so thoroughly I can’t move and don’t want to, my body replete with satisfaction.

Then he shifts to the side, pulling me into an embrace, rapid heartbeats synching as I cling to him in a daze, utterly replete.

I don’t knowhow long we lie in each other’s arms before the world drifts back into focus. There are stirrings in the nearby vegetation, night creatures stalking their prey while the smoke grows more pungent, carried on a strengthening breeze.

“Stay there,” Drake softly orders as he rises, fetching some tissues from the glove box to wipe us clean, kissing every spot he touches after. A magic talisman of protection.

He locates my clothing, helping me dress, on his knees to slide my ankles into the fiddly straps of my shoes. A twinge of desire hits at the position, especially when he presses his lips against the inside of my knee.

When I stand, I see men are still down the hill, working around the burned-out husk of the car, so much foam sprayed around it looks like they’re caught in an off-season snowstorm.

“You’re sure nothing was caught on camera?” I ask, staring at the unusual sight. “You or your friends.”

“Nothing is going to come back on us. Don’t worry.”

“I’ll worry regardless,” I say, getting into the passenger seat. “I just like having your assurance.”

Drake leans over to kiss me before buckling his seatbelt and heading home. When he pulls into the garage, he sits for a moment, letting the tick of the cooling car engine echo in the large space.

“This might sound out of place,” he says, voice thick with emotion. “But you asked if I went to the pharmacist.”

I stiffen in the seat, hand gripping onto the handle above the door. “You already said you did.”

“He told me your mother had sex with him in exchange for those unclaimed prescriptions. He was clear she was the only one with a special arrangement.”

My voice comes out in a rush. “I’m sorry I lied to you. When you said about your mother, I… I was scared if your dad knew, he’d throw us out of the house.”

“Yeah. I figured.” A smile warms his face, and I can’t look away. He’s everything I’ve ever wanted and as my body hums with satisfaction, I’m scarcely able to believe everything that’s happened tonight… and what might still happen.

“You forgave me.” Each word is measured out carefully. He reaches for my hand, clutching it between both of his, expression turned earnest. “Despite how hard that must have been after what I did to you. And I wanted you to know, I forgive you for covering for her, and I forgive her, too.”

The words sound nice, but my nerves jangle. I accepted Drake’s apology for what he’d done, but this doesn’t sound like forgiveness.

This sounds like another form of blame.

My tone lowers ominously as I ask, “What exactly are you forgiving her for?”

“Giving my mother the pills.”

I jerk my hand away. “My mother didn’t give Maggie shit. There’s nothing to forgive.”

He frowns at me. “Yes, she did. The pharmacist said—”

“Your mum was a recovering drug addict. It might have been a long time, but don’t tell me she didn’t know how to get hold of her own supply.” The anger flares inside me, emotions already running high. “That’s fucking ridiculous.”

“She didn’t source them herself. She didn’t have the money.”

“Neither didmymother. Funny that.” I shove at the door, slamming it behind me just to rid some of the building aggression.

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