Page 16 of Loving Luna

“I miss you,” Drake prompted.

I missed him too. But…

“You wouldn’t have had to, if you hadn’t had to go and ruin everything,” I huffed under my breath. I wasn’t even sure I’d spoken loudly enough for him to hear me, but the deep sigh told me he had.

“I know I upset you, Luna, but I couldn’t keep not saying something, and just going on the way we were. I had to be true to myself.”

Now we were getting somewhere. He was basically hand-feeding me talking points, just handing me valid reasons for what I was about to say.

“Then you understand why I had to leave.” My voice rang confidently through the room. “You of all people should know how I feel about commitment, Drake. You of all people should know that I don’t want a relationship. You’ve been fine with it for years. You’ve understood. Why do you have to go and ruin everything now?”

“I have never understood, Luna,” he corrected me, his voice sharp and full of bitterness. “I just was stupid and naive enough to think you’d change your mind, I guess. I thought if you got to know me…”

“That what? That I’d suddenly forget what I wanted in life and fall madly in love with you?” I scoffed.

“Not that,” he was quick to deny. “Just that like… I don’t know…” Gone was the confident Dom who just a short while ago had been forcing me to suck his cock, and Drake scuffed his toe against the carpet. But his unsureness only lasted a moment, then he looked up at me, his eyes shining with indignation. “It’s not that hard to imagine, you know. It’s what happened to me. I haven’t been madly in love with you since the moment I met you or anything, so don’t go getting a big head, thinking that you are just knocking guys over with your looks because you’re so fucking irresistible.”

I wasn’t thinking that, but the scorn in his tone when he said it still stung. I felt a little better when he continued.

“Don’t get me wrong, you are gorgeous, and I did notice, but I’m not a shallow man. Looks aren’t that important. My feelings for you grew when I got to know you. The more we talked,the more we hung out, the closer we became… Then one day, I looked up at you and realized you were my best friend. It didn’t happen overnight.”

“You’re my best friend too,” I whispered thickly. He was. That was why this sucked so badly.

“I know.” He grabbed my hand and held it. “Then one day after that, I looked up again and realized I loved you.”

“I love you too,” I told him. “But… not like that.”

He frowned, his eyes narrowing, and I pushed on.

“You can love someone without being in love with them, Drake. And I think that’s how you feel about me. You’re not in love with me. You’re just confused.”

“Don’t tell me how I feel, Luna.” He rubbed my upper arm. His hand was soft, yet strong. “We could be good together.” He paused, sighed, then corrected himself. “Wearegood together. What are you so scared of?”

I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath before letting them pop open and exhaling. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is I don’t want what you want.”

“Are you sure about that?” His hand left my arm and slid up my thigh, under the fabric of my borrowed dress, until his fingers grazed the soft folds of my pussy.

My very wet, very needy pussy. I couldn’t control my body’s response as my thighs parted and a low moan escaped my lips.

I wanted sex. Drake could and would give it to me. We’d done it a hundred times. It didn’t have to mean anything.

That’s what I told myself when he slid a finger down my slit, and back up again to tease my clit.

I opened my legs wider, giving him full access.

“You shouldn’t have gotten dressed again,” he whispered. “That was naughty.”

I loved the word naughty, despite the fact that I rarely was. Calling me that was a surefire way to turn me on. But not this time. I swallowed hard. “Keep it on.”

I was still keeping my options open for a quick escape, despite the fact that it was my room we were in.

“Fine. It doesn’t matter.” Drake moved until he was standing in front of me, towering over me, and somehow straddled me, pushing me back with his body over mine until my top half was flat against the bed. All the while his fingers stroked my folds and his thumb teased my clit. I was already panting with need.

“Scoot up on the bed.”

Drake was being commanding tonight, far more than he usually would be outside of the dungeon. I didn’t hate it. I also wasn’t going to fall for it.

I did scoot up though. Only because I wanted his cock inside me.

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