Page 43 of Faking it with My Billionaire Bosses

He scooped me off the ground and walked me over to the pool. “I have a set of teeth marks on my shoulder that act as a physical claim. I have your scent and taste burned into my brain that act as a mental claim. And I have pictures of you looking blissed out after I ate your sweet pussy last night. That’s a pretty giant claim, if you ask me. You have a claim on me, Sonnie. Just like I have one on you.”

My heart raced and I clung to him as he stopped at the edge of the pool. “What are you doing, Drake? Put me down.”

“No.” He met my gaze and I saw fire in his. “I’m going to wash her touch off me and you’re going to help.”

“Do not drop me in this pool, Drake Taylor!” I clung even tighter to him. “Just go take a damn shower!”

He grinned and it took my breath away, seeing that charming side come out. It made him look like a rowdy teenager. “Plug your nose if you need to, baby.”

I screamed and did just that at the last minute. He jumped into the pool while still holding me fully dressed. When we came up, his smile was infectious. I found myself smiling back at him and growled. “Stop it! I’m mad at you.”

He swam us both to the edge of the pool and pinned me there. I could feel his erection digging into my center, but he didn’t acknowledge it. “You have every right to be mad at me. I was so jealous when you looked twice at Kyle Ross last night. I wanted to break his arms. If you would’ve let him touch you, I think I might’ve done it. And you don’t have the history with him that I have with Samantha. You were right to be angry I didn’t move away from her. I’m sorry. I was thinking about the article in thepaper and it didn’t even register she was touching me until you came out and I saw the look on your face.

“She has no right to touch me. You do. I don’t care about her. I don’t want her. I feel nothing for her but a desire for her to go away. I care about you, Sonnie. I want you. I feel a lot of shit for you that doesn’t make sense this early in knowing you, but it’s there. So, you need to understand you have a claim on me. A big one. You had every right to be pissed this morning. I was stupid. I’m sorry for hurting your feelings. I’m sorry for not chasing after you, too. I thought Samantha would just follow and make things worse. Once again, I was an idiot.” He lightly brushed his knuckle down my cheek. “Your cupcake was better than ours by a long shot. You showed us up and you did it while wearing my shirt and I’ve honestly never seen anything sexier. Forgive me for being an idiot?”

I bit my lip hard in an attempt to stay strong and have a conversation instead of just kissing him and forgetting it all. But that’s what I wanted to do. His words were melting me and I wanted to melt for him. “I don’t know how to do any of this. Everything feels too big and I feel like with one misstep, I’m going to find myself destroyed. I’m scared. Samantha just makes things worse. She hates me and is cruel for no reason. I could handle it if I didn’t know that at some point in life, you loved her enough to marry her. That’s huge. She was so important to you at one time. How could you have loved her and feel anything for me? We are not the same. Maybe this is all dumb, though, because we barely know each other and this is too much.”

He picked me up and put me down on the ledge with my feet dangling in the water on either side of his chest. Resting his arms on my thighs, he looked up at me and flashed me such a sincere look, my chest ached. “I told you, Cupcake, I don’t follow normal timelines. If I see what I want, I go for it. I’m decisive and I trust my gut. That came with age, though. I didn’t always trust my gutand I didn’t always make great decisions. Samantha was a very bad decision that has followed me around for a long time. She was the mistake of a childish boy who thought he was supposed to get married. You’re the purposeful choice of a man who has everything and anything he could ever want, yet you make it all better.”

I blinked back tears and groaned. “I don’t like being jealous, Drake. It was awful. I wanted to punch her, and you, while simultaneously climbing on you and screaming that you’re mine. I’ve never felt that before. It was gross.”

He laughed easily. “Gross? Really?”

I pushed his wet hair off his face. “I’ve spent my entire life just trying to survive. Survival doesn’t have room for big emotions. Now that I’m feeling some of those big emotions, I have this sense of impending doom, like I’m forgetting to survive. I’m just scared, I guess. It feels stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, Sonnie. We won’t let anything bad happen to you, though. Even if you forget how to survive, it’ll be fine, because we’ll be here. We’ve got you, Sonnie.” He held my gaze and took a deep breath. “I promise.”

I swallowed down whatever leftover arguments I had and stroked my finger down his nose and over his mouth. I felt lighter, knowing how he felt. He promised. I was going to take a cue from him and trust my gut. I was safe with them. “That picture was equally horrifying and hot. I’ve never seen such a beautiful picture of a penis before, but I looked like I was on drugs. I’d like a redo.”

He nipped my fingertip and then pulled me back into the water. “We could practice. I’ll make you come a few times and you can try to keep your face together after each one.”

“Step away from my date, asshole.” Cole’s voice rang out through the backyard and I laughed when a blur of blonde male flew overhead and landed in the pool with a giant splash.

Drake groaned and pressed a kiss to my mouth. “Raincheck?”

I nodded and tried to kiss him back but he disappeared. Cole showed up in his place and I watched Drake sputter to the surface a few feet away. Cole flashed me a wicked grin before lifting me partially out of the water and pressing his face between my breasts. I giggled when he wiggled his face around and tugged at his hair.

He put me on the edge and kissed my thigh. “We have a date tonight. Dress however you like. Wear your hair down for me, though, okay?”

I stood up and watched as he and Drake climbed out of the pool. They both looked edible with their clothes plastered to their muscles. I licked my lips and then squeaked when they both reached for me. Hurrying away, I laughed. “I don’t have time for that! Didn’t you hear? I have a date!”

CHAPTER 33

Sonnie

Cole parked his truck in the back row at the drive-in theater and smiled over at me. “This is so much better than whatever that schmuck, Paul, had planned. As soon as I saw he’d sent a limo, I was out.”

I took off my seatbelt and scooted towards him. “I’ve never been so glad to have plans change at the last minute. I barely survived last night without an international incident. I didn’t need another chance to make an ass of myself.”

“You did just fine last night and you would’ve been just fine tonight. It’s me I was worried about. I hate the fancy shit. I’m never going to want to wear a tie. I’m not into being choked.”

I wagged my eyebrows at him. “You sure about that? I think we could probably get Price or Drake to try it out on you.”

He dragged me into his lap so I was straddling him and lightly squeezed my thighs. “You’re funny.”

I looked around the lot and then back at Cole. “You picked a popular movie. You’re going to have to keep this truck PG-13.”

He glanced around and frowned. “Maybe I’ll just drive us somewhere less crowded…”

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