Page 13 of Breaking Free (Guarded Hearts)
I follow him out, but unlike when we showed up, there are photographers surrounding the entrance to the restaurant. Drew takes out his cell phone, “Yeah, I see them. Meet me by the back exit of the building.” He grabs my hand and we walk back toward the hostess stand. “I need to use your exit in the back of the building.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Walker, but I can’t let—”
“Yes, youcan.” He takes another bill out of his wallet, I think it’s a hundred, and slaps it onto the stand in front of her.
She seems awestruck and within a minute snaps out of it. “Follow me.” She avoids eye contact with him and I sympathize with her. His eyes can make you melt and want to cower in a corner at the same time.
We walk back through the dining room, into the kitchen, and stop at a steel door. The hostess doesn’t say anything; she just stares at him as if she is waiting for him to show her some gratitude.Think again, lady, Drew Walker wouldn’t say thank you if you threw water on him if he was on fire.
He opens the door, and just as I expected, leaves without even glancing at the girl who noticeably pulled down her shirt as she walked us back. We climb into the car and have thankfully evaded any photographers that were waiting near the entrance. It’s really irritating how everyone bows down to him. I mean, sure he’s hot, and when he’s on stage you can’t take your eyes off him. He pulls you in with this energy and makes you want to make every wish of his come true. His touch is enough to…Ugh, I can’t even mentally hate him.
We drive onto the city streets and I realize I have no idea where we’re going. Not that I haveeverhad any idea what was going on or what to expect in the short time I’ve known him. “Where are we going?”
He looks over at me as if he’s contemplating answering me. He better give me a damn answer. I try to fight him and I try to stand up for myself, but every time I feel like I just end up looking like a child. “I have my second show tonight before we leave town; we’re going to the venue.”
“I never said I would go to the show with you.”
He laughs, and it’s the one where I know he’s going to say something that will make me want to punch him in the face. “I never asked if you wanted to.”
Yep. I definitely want to punch him in the face.
Before I can reply, he moves so that he’s now almost straddling me. The backseat is huge so it’s not like there is a lack of space. “I don’t think you really understand how this works, James.”Obviously not.“I don’t answer to anyone and I don’t ask anyone for permission. I dowhatI wantwhenI want, and if I want something I take it. Don’t act like it doesn’t turn this sweet little body of yours on, either. I bet if I slipped my hand under your jeans you’d be soaked right now. I told you I didn’t want a girlfriend and I meant it. I also told you that I wasn’t done with you, and Ireallymeant that.”
How the hell do you respond to something like that?
“I see the wheels in your head turning. You want to yell at me, you want to call me an asshole, and walk away without ever looking back. You won’t, though, you know why?”
“Why?” It comes out more like a moan.
“Because you want me as much as I fucking want you. We are amazing together, and as much as you don’t want to admit it, you aren’t gonna find that anywhere else.” His hand cups me and my whole body arches into him as his finger pushes against my clit through my jeans. He moves it in small circles. “Think about this every time the thought of walking away comes into your head. Think about what I do to you and all the things I haven’t even done yet.” He drags his teeth over my earlobe, and before I can react, he moves back to the seat where he had been sitting before.
Is it possible for a woman to get blue balls? Because I swear to God that’s what I have.
“Oh, and I usually don’t like leaving a mark, but it looks fucking sexy on you.” He winks at me.
A mark? What in the hell is he…no.I pull out my phone and turn on the forward facing camera. My mouth instantly drops open. A fucking hickey?! What the hell! Are we in goddamn high school? This is just great; nowonderpeople have been looking at me all day. “How dare—”
“Yeah, yeah, I know. How dare I…blah, blah, blah. We’re here.” Drew grabs the sweatshirt that seems to always be in his car and pulls it down over my head. The door opens and cameras are flashing all around. He pulls me out of the car and through the crowd. I hold my breath the entire time, afraid to look up. We walk through a hallway and go into one of the rooms. It’s a pretty nice room, but nowhere near as nice as his hotel room.
I spot a set of leather couches, sit down on one, and pull his sweatshirt off of me. As I do, I get a whiff of his scent and I just want to sit here and breathe it in. Then I remember the sign of teenage hormones on my neck and throw the sweatshirt at him. “Why the hell did you do this to me?”
“Because you are so determined to prove that you’re your own person.”
“So what?” I don’t know what the hell is wrong with that. Most men like women who are independent and don’t require them to do everything.
“You arenotyour own person, you’re mine.” He walks over to me so fast and slams his mouth against mine. I want to fight him and tell him that he’s wrong about me, but I don’t think he is. Most people would think that a guy like Drew would scare me away after what I’ve been through, but he doesn’t. He gives me the ability to not have to think. I can just relax and not have to worry about how each decision I’m making might lead me down the wrong path. Not only that, but he makes me feel like a normal girl again instead of the scared pathetic creature I had become.
On the other hand, I wanted him to understand that the last thing I need in my life is another overprotective jerk. His hands move roughly over my body, and I know without a doubt that there is no way I want him to stop. Thereisa way, though, that I can take back a little bit of control. I push him off of me, not surprised by the shock on his face. Before he can protest, I stand up and thread my fingers through his hair, tugging a little so that I can gauge his reaction. He groans and I smile in satisfaction. While keeping my grip on his hair, I turn us around and force him down onto the couch while simultaneously lowering myself on top of him.
“What are you—”
“Uh, uh, uh. My turn.”
I drown his upcoming words with my kiss, and in less than a minute his hands are tightening around me. They move down my back until they reach my ass and his fingers dig in. I can feel him under me and I grind against him, forcing a moan from both of us. I kneel on the couch and lower my zipper while he watches my hands intently. I hook both of my fingers into the waistband of my jeans and slowly inch them down, painstakingly slow. His eyes are showing me the effect that I’m aiming for. Drew looks tortured, passionate, and pissed off all at the same time.
I stand up, taking my time removing my jeans. Slowly crossing my arms over my torso, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. Drew reaches out to touch me but I back away from his grasp and shake my head. He balls his fists at his side, grudgingly giving in to me. For now. I sink down to the floor in front of him and run my hands up his legs. I graze my fingers over him and he inhales sharply.
I gaze up at Drew underneath my lashes. “I want to touch you, but I want you to touch me first. I want to feel your hands inside me and come apart all over you.”
