Page 46 of All of Me

“Not officially, but yes, we’re partners,” Drake confirmed.

“You both passed all background checks, as you know, but you are living here as a family with a traumatized toddler.” He paused, then glanced over at Tammy. “I have no problem with your family arrangement,” he said, “and I expect that any strides toward potty training or personal care will have been set back, and she will need help in all aspects.” I saw Drake relax.

“I can’t give you legal advice,” he continued, “but I have another case I manage with an older brother that just adopted his seven-year-old twin sisters. Talk to your lawyer.”

He stood, said goodbye to Tammy, who didn’t seem as scared, then shook both our hands and made sure we had all the information he’d promised. Then he left.

Drake came back to the kitchen after locking the door and rubbed his hands. “Who’s hungry?”

It was nice when something actually went right, but I knew my dad wouldn’t just give up. He was up to something. I just didn’t know what it was.

Tammy went out like a light a couple of hours later, and we’d put her in her room with the monitor on, and then Drake had wandered down to the large room at the end of the hallway. I followed nervously because I was convinced he was still going to decide this was all too much for him.

“I’m still too old for you,” he said without turning around.

I sat on the edge of the bed because this conversation needed to happen. “What do you see your life being like in five years?” Gran had once asked me that. I’d been thirteen and forced to live with my dad after Mom had died. Not that I’d had a social worker to object. Then a year after that the scar on my face meant no one was going to argue. At least Tammy wouldn’t have to go through that.

“In an ideal world?” Drake asked quietly.

“Inourworld,” I said. “Because I’m here building a home with you. A life. So, if you’re gonna bail, I’d rather know now so I can sort out somewhere for us both to live. I can’t—”

Drake’s lips effectively silenced me, and I groaned into his mouth. Fuck, it felt like forever since my hands had been on him, and my body was greedy for skin on skin.

Drake pulled back slightly, his eyes intense as they searched mine. "I'm not going anywhere," he said firmly. "In five years, I see us right here. You, me, Tammy. Maybe even another kid, if that's something you want. Fuck, the Tampa guys seem to get foster-kids like it’s going out of fashion."

My heart skipped at his words. "Really?" I couldn't quite keep the hope out of my voice.

He nodded, cupping my face in his hands. "Really. I know this is all happening fast, but I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I want this—all of it—with you." He gestured behind him to the big room. “I think we turn this into our room. I also think Ellie and Jim would approve.”

I surged forward, capturing his lips in a desperate kiss. Drake responded instantly, his arms wrapping around me and pulling me closer. We fell back onto the bed, hands roaming and shirts quickly being ripped away.

"Fuck me," I breathed against his skin. Drake groaned.

“You’re not ready. You need more prep.” He shot off the bed and grabbed my hand, practically tugging me to his room. Heundid his jeans and kicked them off faster than I managed, grabbed the lube from the drawer, then pulled me down. “Fuck,” he groaned, rolling me to my back, then he bent down and practically swallowed my cock.

I gasped as Drake's hot mouth enveloped me. My hands flew to his hair, gripping tightly as he worked me with his tongue and lips. The pleasure was intense, almost overwhelming after so long without his touch.

"Drake," I moaned, my hips bucking involuntarily. "I’ll shoot."

He pulled off with a wet pop, grinning up at me wickedly. "That's the idea, baby. Want you nice and relaxed for me."

Before I could respond, he dove back down, taking me deep into his throat. At the same time, I felt his slick finger circling my entrance. The dual sensations had me writhing on the bed, coherent thought rapidly slipping away. I was so hard, so quickly, and I could already feel my balls tightening. “Baby,” I whispered, because he’d said it. Pleasure licked down my spine and into my cock, like I was on fire. “I, I’m—” but then his finger hooked inside me at the same time as he hollowed out his cheeks and I came in a blistering, panting mess. I wasn’t even sure where I was for a long minute, but I realized quickly he hadn’t come.

I forced my eyes open as Drake cleaned me. “You haven’t.” I stopped awkwardly.

He bunched up the tissues he’d used and tossed them to the floor. “What makes you think I’m done? Up,” he smacked my thigh, and I groaned theatrically, but rolled over and came up on my knees. “I wanna watch,” I said suddenly ready.

“This is easier for you if it’s been a while.” He grinned. “Although for later, I’ve never been into mirrors on the ceiling, but…” He trailed off and my cock jerked at the thought of watching Drake fuck me. He got lots of lube and, kissing down my spine, he played with my ass. It wasn’t long until I was hardagain and rocking back into his hand. “Gotta love your recovery time,” he panted. “Think that’s a plus for the daddy column.” I didn’t have a chance to comment as I felt his finger slide in.

Drake worked me open slowly, adding fingers as I relaxed around him. By the time he had three fingers inside me, I was practically clawing at the sheet under me.

"I’m ready," I begged. " Need you inside me." I was going out of my mind.

Drake kissed my back one last time, withdrawing his fingers. He slicked himself up quickly before positioning himself between my legs. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me and took a deep breath, willing myself to relax.

“Just breathe, baby,” Drake murmured and pushed the tip in. He kept stopping and adding more lube, and by the time he was all the way in, I was ready to push him down on the bed and fucking sit on him if that was what it took for him to hurry up.

"Move," I demanded, pushing back against him.

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