Page 1 of On the Rocks
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Chapter One
Ilift my hips, welcoming him as he crawls up my torso, coating his stomach with my arousal, after his lavish attention between my legs. Savoring his slick body sheathing mine again, I coil around him, breathing in his clean scent. Saturated now with the heady musk of our love making.
Fine beads of moisture dapple his forehead. Glistening on his olive skin, glowing from the burgeoning golden light streaming through voile sheers that drape the vast windows. Drenched from exertion. Shaking from the struggle of his self-imposed restraint. So tender as he moves inside of me. Always cautious. Forever gentle.
His huge hand cups the side of my face as he planks over me. The titanium band circling his finger diffuses coolness against my flushed cheek. Resting on his bulging forearm, colorful ink curving across the corded muscles, he thrusts slowly yet decisively. With his warm lips brushing my ear, goose bumps sprinkle across my shoulders from his murmurs of love and perfection and beauty. Of his gratitude for finding me. Unaware I’m the one who’s beyond blessed to have found him.
“I missed you, sunshine.”
Shivers engulf me from his husky voice. Raspy with desire. All of his earlier grogginess evaporated once his fingers swept over my nakedness and found the wetness only he coaxes from my body. Yet, I manage a small laugh despite my panting. Wrapping my legs tighter around his flexing hips to pull him deeper. Which I know isn’t possible with our size difference. I’m already stretched full, overflowing with him. Raw and powerful. But I want him. I need him. All of him. “We made love three times yesterday.”
He raises his head, making me miss the magic of his tongue on my throat. Overwhelming me with the intensity of his hooded gaze.
“I just can’t get enough of you.”
I run my fingers through his damp hair and tug the coarse, black strands. Loving how he nestles into my palm caressing down his jaw. Stroking the angular line, a physical reflection of his relentless determination. With me and everything else. “You’ll be bored with me in a month.”
The lust flaming in his eyes roars into possession, and he actually growls at me. Gruff and rumbling in his massive chest. Displeased with my suggestion. Of my implication that eventually his desire for me will fade.
“Never.”
My scheming works, driving him to finally abandon his unnecessary self-control. Pounding into me mercilessly now. Just the way I love. A hiss of pain coils through the pleasure from his fingertips digging into my thigh, angling me better so he can grind harder into my throbbing core. Hitting the sensitive spot deep inside me so perfectly the sensation’s almost unbearable.
Quick as lightening I’m there and jerk against him. Involuntary spasms rock me as I clench tighter around him. Chasing the ecstasy fluttering in my belly, breasts, and hips. Unable to speak, my mouth latches onto his neck. Sucking in the taut skin. Powerless to say the words to tell him I’m gone. Overwhelmed and convulsing from the sheer pleasure surging through me.
But, of course, he already knows. Well aware of what he does to me. Of his effect on me. A few last pumps, and I’m bursting with his release. So much and so hard, the hot liquid streams down my legs, pooling between our coupled bodies almost instantly. His solid frame rigid as he groans my name into my hair tangled around his fist.
After a few seconds, his beautiful green eyes blink open, the amber flecks even more prominent, darkened with concern, and he peppers me with soft kisses. Almost as if he's apologizing. Fearful he's hurt me with his furor. Searching my face for absolution he doesn’t have to seek.
When I smile against his lips, all the uncertainty vanishes from his expression, and his shoulders soften as he settles into the crook of my neck. Then, he holds me. So reverent and loving. Unlike the stories I hear from my girlfriends, of their husbands rolling off of them, swearing and sighing, boasting how good it was.
But not Drake. He makes me feel like the queen to his king. Worshiped and adored. Pampering me physically, emotionally, financially. Almost frightening how devoted he is. Because, as much as I want to, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to show him enough that I love him too. Probably even more than he loves me.
So lacking and inadequate, I hug him tight. A futile attempt to somehow convey the depth of my feelings. "I don't know what I've done to have you spoil me so much."
“My Dad always told me ‘when you find a good girl, marry her.’ I knew you were perfect the moment I saw you. So that’s exactly what I did.”
The cocky smirk that steals my breath, causing me to squirm underneath him, illuminates his handsome face. Getting me drunk all over again from his sexy confidence. Just like that night. Wasted on gin and lust and contentment from the realization everything I desperately needed was right in front of me.
I trail my fingernails across the defined muscles of his broad back, before scratching down the nape of his neck. “I remember. You were talking marriage. I was thinking restraining order...”
Now he chuckles from my teasing. Rewarding me with a calloused hand sliding from my waist to my breast. Thick fingers rolling my nipple. Both of us mesmerized by the peak hardening under his thumb brushing over and over the pink nub. Electricity sears me from his fingertips to straight between my thighs. My hips writhing of their own accord. Suddenly aching to feel him inside me once again.
“Nothing will ever keep me from being with you.”
From any other man, his veracity might sound creepy. Almost threatening. But with Drake, his words wrap around me. A thick cocoon of warm comfort. Safe and reassuring. Soothing me with the knowledge I'll never be alone. That he creates my family now.
Because I know. Just like he does. I can't live without him either.
“Besides, I didn't hear you calling for help when my tongue was buried deep in that gorgeous pussy, lapping up your sweet juices.”
Warmth burns my face, even hotter than the fire igniting inside me from him rolling us over, hovering my hips over his ready length. A reminder of my first exposure to his immense strength, pushing me up the textured wall, where my best friend Trish’s ivory gown had hung only hours before. A symbol of her new beginning, never realizing as I carefully wove the silk ribbons crisscrossing her back, that the best part of my life would be starting that day too. "Well, a betisa bet."
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An intense blushspreads across her already rosy cheeks. Remembering, like I am, the first time I tasted her. Touching her where no other man had ever touched her before. Or ever will. My dick jerks from the thought. Like a radar pointing up to her heaven floating above my straining body.
