Текст книги "Tainted"

Автор книги: K. A. Robinson

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10

I awoke the next morning with Drake’s arm still holding me tight against him. Unwilling to give up the moment, I closed my eyes and scooted back closer to him. I’d missed this so much. There was nothing in this world like waking up with him beside me.

He shifted in his sleep, trying to pull me tighter against him.

“Chloe…” he mumbled, still asleep.

My heart soared. He was dreaming of me.

“Chloe, don’t leave me. Please. I’ll do better.”

The waves of happiness came crashing down around me. He was dreaming about me leaving him, not about having me back.

He whimpered like a small child and cried out again. “Chloe! I love you! Don’t go. I’ll make it better.”

Unable to let him go on, I rolled over and peppered his face with kisses. “Drake…Drake, wake up.”

He opened his eyes, and then a smile slowly spread across his face. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I am. Where else would I go?”

“I don’t know. I thought you left me again.”

My heart broke as I stared at him. Vulnerability was written across his face. He loved me, and he was terrified to lose me again.

“I love you,” I whispered, deciding to show my vulnerability as well.

He smiled as he leaned forward and kissed me lightly. “It seems like it’s been forever since you said that.”

“It feels like that to me, too. I’ve missed saying it.”

“Well, I’ve missed hearing it.” He grinned.

I reached up and cupped his face. He was beautiful. Even though it wasn’t the manliest term to use, there were no other words to describe him. He tried to be a badass when others were around, but when it was just the two of us, he always let his guard down. Drake was far from innocent, but in this moment, he looked more innocent and vulnerable than I had ever seen him. And the best part was that this man was mine. This beautiful, kind, and loving man was all mine.

During the last few months we were last together, he had been a different person. I had only caught a glimpse of what he was like while he was using, and I hoped that man was dead and buried. The man in bed with me now was my Drake. “Are you ready to have the talk?” I asked.

I was mentally trying to prepare myself for what was to come. This was going to hurt a lot, but it had to be done.

“My uncle already beat you to it. We had the talk when I turned thirteen and realized that girls didn’t have cooties.”

I rolled my eyes. “Smart-ass. You know what I mean.”

He pulled me close and kissed the tip of my nose. “Yes, but can I at least pee first?”

“Knock yourself out.”

I sat up and grabbed the menu off the bedside table. After glancing through it, I called and ordered room service. I was shocked that this place actually had it. When Drake came back into the room, I went into the bathroom to freshen up.

A few minutes later, a knock came on the door. I opened it to see a man standing there with two trays of food on a cart. He walked into our room and left the trays next to the bed. Drake pulled a bill from his wallet and tipped him. When he was gone, we grabbed our trays and settled back into bed.

“Where do you want to start?” Drake asked around a mouthful of food.

“I don’t know. I guess when you started using again. I feel like everything we talked about then is null and void now that I know you were stoned most of the time.”

Drake hung his head in shame. “I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. You walked away from it. You’re better now, and I’m so proud of you for it.” I looked into his sorrow-filled eyes.

“I ruined everything, Chloe, and it was all because I thought you had cheated on me.”

“I don’t blame you for assuming the worst. Hell, even I thought those pictures looked bad, and I knew the truth.”

“I could have stopped using once I knew the truth though…but I didn’t. I thought I still had control of it, but I just kept going. I know now that I’d already lost control, even then.”

I knew how hard this was going to be, but I hadn’t realized how hard it would be to see Drake feel so disgusted with himself. He was so ashamed of what he had done, and I couldn’t stand to watch him suffer.

“Never look at it that way. I’m so proud of you for getting clean and getting your life back on track. Give yourself some credit.”

He looked away. “I guess. That’s enough with the pity party. Let’s move on.”

I nodded. “You talk, and I’ll listen. Just remember that I won’t judge you for anything you tell me.”

“When I thought you had cheated on me, I found a drug dealer and went to his place. The whole time when no one could find me, I was with him, stoned out of my mind. Then, you showed up and explained everything, but I was still upset about Jordan, so I kept using. I thought I had it under control. I convinced myself that I was using just to help me deal with Jordan’s constant presence. I was sure that everything would be fine after you took him home and it was just the two of us again, but that didn’t happen. Instead, your mom killed herself, and I wasn’t there for you. I was off getting stoned while Jordan and Logan took care of you.”

He leaned back against the headboard and blew his hair out of his eyes. It killed me to listen to him relive everything that had torn us apart.

“You don’t have to tell me everything right now. We can stop whenever you want.”

He shook his head. “No, I want to get it all out. We both need this.”

“Yeah, we do,” I said.

“Anyway, when I finally managed to get back to you, there they were, both watching out for you. Then, when I found out that Jordan had kissed you and you hadn’t told me, I got pissed off all over again. By the time we finally left, I was using more, and I didn’t want to stop. If I did, I knew I would have to face everything that was happening around us. We’d already been through so much, and I just wanted us to be happy with nothing hanging over our heads.

“You know what happened next. I started acting like an asshole—yelling at you and kicking the shit out of that guy in the bar. Then, you found my stash and told me it was over. I thought that you just needed to calm down, and then you’d come back. When you didn’t, I realized that I’d really lost you, and I started using more.

“The next few months were bad, really bad. I tried to forget about you by using more, but it didn’t help. You were always on my mind, and I hated myself for what I’d done. The band was pressuring me to get help, but I refused. Finally, it all came to a head one night at the club. I was already high when I got there, and then I drank too much. The guys had to haul my sorry ass back to the hotel. I think that I used again that night. I don’t really remember doing it, and then the next thing I knew, I woke up in the hospital. The doctor told me that I’d overdosed, and if it wasn’t for Jade coming in to check on me, I would have died.”

My heart stopped. So, he had overdosed after all. All of those nights I’d spent awake, worrying about whether or not he was okay, were justified. He’d almost died. I’d almost lost the only person I ever loved, my soul mate.

He reached out and wiped away the tears running down my face. “Don’t cry, babe. I’m okay now. If it wasn’t for that night, I might still be using now. It was the wake-up call I needed to get my shit together. When I was in the hospital, I finally agreed to go into rehab. I won’t lie. Those first few days of being clean were hell. I thought I was going to die from withdrawal. I felt sick, and I was mean to everyone. I just wanted to give up. But I kept thinking about you and what I would say to you when I finally saw you again. You kept me going even though I wasn’t sure I had anything to look forward to. When I first went into rehab, I was an asshole to my doctor, Dr. Peters, but he didn’t give up on me. He put up with all of my bullshit, and he helped me deal with not just my addiction but also the reasons I used drugs to begin with. I owe that man a lot.”

I reached up and cupped his face. “I’m glad you had someone to help you. I always regretted leaving you to deal with everything on your own, but I couldn’t handle it. I had to protect myself.”

“You did the right thing. You didn’t need to be around me after everything that happened with your mom. I know that now, and I understand why you left the way you did. I have to ask you some questions though. What happened after you left me? Where did you go? What did you do?”

I knew he wasn’t going to be happy with me, but we’d both agreed to no more lies even if we wanted to protect each other from the truth.

“I went back to Danny’s house. Logan and Amber were still there, so I stayed with all of them until Logan and Amber were ready to go home. I was a mess, and Jordan took care of me. After we were back in Morgantown, Logan, Amber, and I found a place to live, and I started back at school. I used my classes to distract myself. Otherwise, I would have run back to you. I tried to live life and forget about you, but I couldn’t. I looked for you in every face that passed by me. I was like an addict, too, and you were my drug.”

He smiled. “I’m okay with you being addicted to me.”

“I’m sure you are. I just…I don’t know where to go from here. How do we heal?”

“Together. We heal together. The rest will fall into place.” He picked up my left hand and stared at the ring shining brightly on it. “I was so afraid that you would say no when I asked you to marry me. I was sure that you were done with me.”

“I would never say no, but I think we need to learn about each other again before we run off and get married. We have to make sure that this will work. We’ve both changed so much in the last few months.”

“I agree, but I won’t deny how happy I am to see that ring on your finger. You’re mine and mine alone.”

I smiled. “I am, and we’ll work through everything. We’ve come too far to give up now. I want you to promise me something though.”

“Anything.” He played with the ring on my finger.

“If you ever feel like you’re about to fall, tell me. I never want you to think that you have to handle your addiction on your own. I know you’re clean, but the temptations will always be there, especially in your profession.”

“I won’t fall. There’s no way that I’ll ever go back,” he said with determination.

“But if you ever start to feel the pull, tell me. I will help you through it. I promise.”

“All right, I promise. I really think that I’m okay now though.”

“I’m glad, but don’t ever think that you have to hide anything from me.”

He looked at me and smiled. “When did you get so smart?”

I elbowed him. “I’ve always been smart.”

He laughed as he grabbed our now empty trays and set them on the cart. “And so humble.”

I eyed him suspiciously as he crawled back into bed and pulled me closer to him.

“What are you doing?”

“We have to leave soon, so I want to hold you while I can. You never know what could happen between now and tonight. I might say something stupid, and you’ll run away from me.”

“I’m not running from you anymore. I think we’ve both done enough of that to last a lifetime.” I scooted up a bit, so I was eye-to-eye with him. I brushed my lips against his in a gentle kiss—one of comfort, not of lust. “We’re going to be okay.”

He kissed me back. “We are.”

We stayed in bed for a few minutes longer before finally crawling out and getting dressed for the day. We had everything packed up and in the car a few minutes later. I sat in the car and waited while he went to the main office and checked us out. As soon as he got into the car, he started it and took off for the interstate.

I felt myself relax as the miles slipped away. While it hurt to know how much pain Drake had endured by himself, it was something that I needed to know. We had to put the hurt, the anger, and the pain all out there, so we could heal and learn to trust each other again. While I knew it would take time for us to get back to where we had been, I felt whole again with him by my side. During all of those months apart, I had felt like I was missing a piece of myself. It was funny how one person could walk into your life and change everything about you.

I pulled myself away from my thoughts. “Why are you so quiet over there?”

Drake usually made small talk as he drove, but he’d been suspiciously quiet since we hit the Missouri state line a few miles back.

“Do you remember me telling you that I moved to West Virginia with my uncle after my parents died?” he asked.

I nodded. It seemed like years ago when we’d sat and discussed his parents near Cheat Lake, but I still remembered every little detail that he’d given me.

“Well, I’m originally from Missouri. My old house is only about an hour from here.”

Now, I understood. He was silently mourning his parents and the childhood that he’d lost so long ago.

“Do you want to go see it? Or them?”

He gripped the steering wheel tightly. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure if I remember where the house is or exactly where they’re buried.”

“Well, we could try to find them. Have you been back since…since you moved to West Virginia?”

He shook his head. “No, I haven’t.”

“Then, we’ll try,” I stated, more as a command than a suggestion.

“We’ll try.”

We spent the next hour in silence as I listened to my phone give directions to his old address. We pulled onto a street filled with middle-class houses, and then Drake parked across the street from a pretty white house.

“There it is.” He stared across the street.

The house was similar to several houses on the street. It was a white two-story home with blue shutters and a massive front porch that had several baskets of flowers hanging from it. A child’s swing set and a kiddie pool were in the front yard. There was a younger woman sitting on the porch, watching a little boy swinging with all of his might on the swing set.

“That was me so long ago, but the swing set was over there.” He pointed toward a flower garden. “And our pool was in the backyard.”

“It’s a beautiful home,” I said, unable to think of anything else to say.

“It is. It doesn’t seem like I’ve been gone for ten years. I wonder what my room looks like now. Maybe it’s his.” He gestured to the little boy on the swing.

“Do you want to get out? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we went over to talk to them and to see the house up close.”

“No, it’s their sanctuary now, not mine.” He started the car and pulled away.

“Do you still want to visit your parents?” I asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not sure if I can handle it.”

“I’ll respect whatever you decide, but I think you should. You need closure and I’ll be right beside you if you need me.”

He reached across the console and took my hand. “I know you will. I’ll try, but if I want to leave, we leave. Deal?”

“Deal.” I held his hand tightly.

The cemetery where they were buried was only a few miles from their house. Drake took a couple of wrong turns, but we eventually found it. It was small but well taken care of. We were both silent as Drake drove through the area until we stopped near the back.

“They’re over there.” He shut off the car.

“Do you want me to wait in the car or come with you?” I asked.

“I want you with me.”

We both stepped out of his car and started walking toward the back row of stones. Drake held my hand tightly as if he were afraid that I’d leave him alone. I wouldn’t leave him though. I knew he needed this to help him accept that they were really gone. He stopped when we reached a large stone with the name Allen written across the top of it. Underneath were his parents’ names, Diane and Landon.

“There’s nothing on their graves. We should’ve brought flowers or something,” he said.

“I don’t think they care about that. I’m sure they’re just happy that you came back.”

“I shouldn’t have stayed away for so long. I just couldn’t face coming here. I was just a kid when it happened, and then life started happening, and I pushed it away. Coming here makes it real. I can’t pretend that it was just a bad dream. I’m staring at their fucking graves. Graves—that’s all that’s left of them in this world. How is that fucking fair? What did I do to deserve losing them?” With each spoken sentence, his voice grew until he was shouting.

I felt helpless as I watched him drop to his knees and fall apart beside me. He was in so much pain, and I couldn’t do anything to help ease it. He’d pushed their deaths away for so long, and now, all of the pain and guilt was too much. It was crippling him.

I dropped down beside him and lifted his head with my hand. “Look at me. You did nothing to deserve losing them. Nothing! You were a child, Drake. This world can be a terrible place, and every day, people go through things that they shouldn’t have to. You just need to remember that there are people here who care about you, and they want to help you heal.”

“I’m so lost, Chloe. I think I always have been.”

“I’ll help you find your way. You are such an incredible person, and that shines through even when you try to hide it. None of us are perfect, and we never will be.”

“I don’t want to screw up and lose you again. I can’t handle it.”

“Don’t be afraid of that. I’m not going anywhere.”

Tears were sliding down his cheeks as he turned to look at his parents’ graves. “Do you think they’d be proud of me? I’ve screwed up so much in my life.”

“We all screw up. I think they would be proud of the man their son has become.”

He pulled me against him and hugged me tightly. “Thank you for making me do this.”

“You have to accept your past before you can move toward your future. Accepting their deaths is just one part of your past.”

“I just miss them so much.”

“I know you do. My mom was a terrible person, and I still miss her.”

He smiled. “Only you could miss Andrea.”

I sighed. “I know. I just can’t help it. She was my mom even though she never wanted to be.”

“Your problem is that you care too much.” He kissed my forehead. “But it’s a good problem to have.”

“Thanks.” I rested my head on his shoulder. “I’m going to go back to the car. You need time here by yourself. I’ll be right there if you need me.”

“Okay.” He released me and turned back to the graves in front of us.

I stood and walked back to the car.

11

I watched from the passenger seat as Drake sat down on the ground in front of his parents’ grave. I could see his lips moving as he spoke to them, and I prayed that he took the time to say everything he needed to say. He needed this. He was so broken inside, but he always hid it so well. It was time that he let it all go before it destroyed him. After all, it nearly had. He’d almost lost everything because he refused to deal with the hard things in life.

I must have dozed off because I woke up when I heard Drake getting in and starting the car. I rubbed my eyes and stretched as he drove around the circle to get out of the cemetery. I felt like the worst girlfriend ever for sleeping when he needed me.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“I will be.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nah, I’m talked out at this point. I told them everything I had to say.”

I grabbed his hand and held it tightly. “I’m glad.”

“I think I needed that, so I could let go. I’ve been holding on to them for too long, and it was destroying me. Dr. Peters and you have helped me realize that. I said my good-byes, and now I need to move on.”

“You never have to forget them, Drake. We can always come back whenever you want.”

“I know.”

* * *

My stomach started growling around the time we hit the Oklahoma border. Drake stopped at a small diner, and we spent over an hour there, just relaxing and enjoying our food. I’d noticed that he was taking his time with everything on this trip. It was like he was trying to prolong our time alone together for as long as possible.

When I asked him about it, he shrugged.

“We aren’t part of the rest of the world until we get back to L.A. I don’t want anything to interfere with us, and I know it will once we get back. I want to enjoy the time alone with you.”

I smiled. There was my Drake. “I love you.”

He gave me a strange look. “I love you, too. Why are you telling me now?”

“Because that was one of the sweetest things I’ve ever heard.”

* * *

By the time we hit Tulsa, it was starting to get dark. I could tell that Drake was getting worn out from driving all day, and I asked him to stop for the night. He found a hotel that was much like the last one we’d stayed at.

We checked in and headed to our room. I grabbed my pajamas and went to take a shower. After being stuck in a car all day, it felt nice to stretch my muscles as I showered. The warm water was relaxing as it washed the day from my skin.

I finished my shower, dressed, and went back into the room. I settled down onto the bed as Drake took a shower. This time, he hadn’t bothered with asking me if a single bed was okay. I didn’t mind at all. I’d missed snuggling with him when we were apart. I kept telling myself that we had to take things slow, but I felt my resolve waver when he stepped out of the bathroom in only his boxers again. The fact that he’d opened up to me today, letting me see his vulnerable side, didn’t help either. It made my plan ten times harder.

The Drake that had pushed me away was long gone, and my Drake was back. He was the one who had stolen my heart so long ago, and I couldn’t deny him anything. I knew I’d had a good reason for needing to go slow, but as he lay down beside me, I couldn’t seem to think of it.

“I’m beat.” He yawned.

“Why don’t you let me drive tomorrow?”

“I might take you up on that, but you have to sign a waiver before I let my baby go.”

I rolled my eyes. “It’s just a car.”

“It’s my baby. Period.”

“Men,” I grumbled as I rolled over and snuggled up to him.

“I’m only kidding. You know I trust you with my car. It’s Adam who I would never let behind the wheel.” He shuddered visibly.

He wrapped his arm around me and kissed the top of my head. This was heaven. I relaxed further into him as I drifted off to sleep.

* * *

I woke up the next morning to Drake rubbing small circles across my lower back. I kept my eyes shut, knowing that he would stop if he knew I was awake. He pushed my shirt up as he started rubbing higher and higher. He moved his hand back down, so it was resting on my hip as he continued to make those circles across my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut while I tried to keep my breathing under control. God, I’d missed his touch so much.

When he scooted closer, I could tell just how turned-on he was. I felt the length of him pressed against my bottom. He was hard and ready. I couldn’t stop the tiny moan that escaped my lips.

His hand froze. “Are you awake?” he whispered.

“Nope,” I mumbled back.

He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck. “Faker. How long have you been awake?”

“Long enough to know you were feeling me up.”

“I was not feeling you up. I was rubbing your back.”

“But you wanted to feel me up.” I rolled over to look at him.

“True, but I was trying to follow your rules.”

I studied him closely. “It’s driving you nuts, isn’t it? Not being together, I mean.”

“It is, but I understand why you’re doing this. You don’t want us to move too fast before we get back to the way we were.”

I sighed. “It’s that, but a part of me is afraid that I’ll get too close to you too fast. I just don’t want to get hurt again. We both promised to go slow when you asked me to marry you. Healing in reverse, remember?”

He cupped my face as he kissed me gently. “I’ll never hurt you again.”

“I love you, Drake, so much.”

“I love you, too. No matter what happens, you’ll always have me.”

I pulled him closer and kissed him deeply. I couldn’t help myself. No matter how many times I’d told myself to take things slow, it just wasn’t happening. We’d been apart for so long, and enough was enough. Besides, I could never deny Drake. Since day one, I couldn’t stay away from him. Even in the beginning, nothing had ever been slow with Drake and me. From the first time we met until everything came crashing down around us, our entire relationship had moved at warp speed. That was just how we were, and nothing would ever change that, no matter what we did.

I parted my lips, and his tongue slipped inside. I moaned as I felt his tongue ring against my tongue. That damn thing was so fucking erotic. His hand went back to rubbing my hip as I ran my nails down his back. He pulled away and started kissing my neck before he moved toward my ear.

“What are we doing?” he whispered.

“Kissing,” I replied.

“We’re moving in another direction here, and I need to know if it’s okay. I’ll stop if it’s not.”

“I don’t want to stop,” I said and I meant it.

“Thank God,” he said. He started kissing my lips again. “If you told me to stop, I was going to go crazy. I want you so fucking bad.”

There were no words for a while after that. After he pulled off my shirt and tossed it aside, his hands roamed across my body. I sucked in a deep breath when he flicked his tongue across my nipple. He took his time exploring my body with his mouth before he found my breast again. I dug my nails into his back as he started sucking and biting. He released my nipple and started kissing down my stomach.

“Hands above your head,” he said.

“I can’t,” I mumbled. I raised my arms and started running my fingers through his hair.

He looked up at me. “I told you a long time ago that I would tie you up if you didn’t listen to me.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

He laughed. “I would, but not yet. One of these days though, I will. That’s a promise.”

A shiver ran through my body at the thought. I wanted him to, badly, but I wasn’t ready for that just yet.

I nodded. I felt vulnerable and exposed when we were together like this, but then again, I always did when I was with Drake. He had every part of me—my heart, my soul, and my body. So yes, I was always vulnerable when it came to him. I tried to calm my racing heart as he started kissing me again.

He ran his tongue between my breasts and then slowly down my stomach to where my sleep shorts were sitting low on my hips. He used his teeth to slowly pull them down, and I lifted my hips to help him. When they were gone, he pulled off my underwear next. I felt the impulse to cover myself, but I didn’t. I loved him and I wouldn’t let my shyness get in the way of our healing. Or the awesome sex that was about to happen.

When he sat up and stared down at my naked body, I felt my body respond instantly to the lust in his eyes. My core was aching, and my nipples tightened almost painfully. It had been far too long since we’d been together.

“You’re so goddamn beautiful. You’re mine, Chloe, and if anyone ever touches you, I’ll kill them. I won’t lose you again.”

Before I could respond, he pushed apart my legs and lowered himself between them. When his tongue swiped against my clit, my entire body came up off the bed as I shouted his name. He ran his tongue back and forth before thrusting it into me. I couldn’t stop myself as my hips came up off the bed to meet him each time. As he tongue-fucked me, he started rubbing his thumb against my clit. The world exploded before my eyes as I came. I lowered my hands and grabbed his hair, holding him in place.

Before I could recover, he forced my hands to let go of his hair as he stood up. I couldn’t look away as he pulled off his boxers. I felt my cheeks turn red as I stared at him, all of him. He smirked at me as he climbed back into bed with me. He hovered over me long enough to kiss me before he slipped himself inside me.

“Oh my God!” I managed to gasp out as he entered.

It had been a long time, and it hurt as he thrust into me. Once he was fully inside me, he stopped, giving me time to get used to him again.

He moaned. “Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.”

“I’m sorry. I know it has to be hurting you, too. I haven’t been with anyone since you,” I whispered.

“It’s a good kind of pain. I love that you’ve not been with anyone else. This,” he said, pulling out and thrusting back in deeply, “is mine and mine alone.”

“I’m yours. There was never any question of that.”

He started thrusting again, slowly at first to let me get used to his size. He took his time working me to the brink and then stopping just before I came. This was the most beautiful form of torture that I could think of.

“Please stop teasing. I can’t take it anymore,” I pleaded.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want.” He started kissing my neck.

“You know what I want. You always have.”

“I want to hear you say it. I need to hear you say it.”

He lowered his head down to suck on my nipple. He was still inside me, and I squeezed my muscles around his shaft.

A gasp escaped him. “Fuck!” he growled.

“Drake, please.”

“Tell.” Thrust. “Me.” Thrust. “What.” Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Want.”

His thrusts were shallow, teasing. I tried to wiggle my body closer to his, but it was no use. I was at his mercy.

“I want you to fuck me!” I finally yelled.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

With that, the teasing was gone. Drake started thrusting hard and fast into me, over and over again. I wrapped my legs around his waist to allow him to go deeper. My fingernails dug into his shoulders. I knew that I was going to leave marks, but I didn’t care. I could feel myself ready to explode, but I held back. I didn’t want this to end.

“I love feeling you so tight and hot around me. I could die right now and be okay with it. I can’t think of a better way to go,” he growled as he continued to pound into me.

“I can’t hold on much longer,” I gasped out.

“Let go!”

I shook my head. I didn’t want this to end.

He smiled deviously. “Fine, make me work for it.”

I didn’t think he could go any harder, but he did. I screamed out as the force of his thrusts pushed me farther up the bed. Jesus, I couldn’t hold on. I felt his piercing hit that one special spot over and over. I came, screaming, as I clawed at his back. He continued to pound into me as I came until he couldn’t hold back any longer. With one final thrust, he came.

We were both gasping for breaths, and our bodies were slick with sweat. My body felt like jelly as I lay there, trying to remember how to breathe properly. I’d been with Drake so many times, but those times were nothing compared to this.

“Fuck!” Drake shouted, lifting his head to look at me. “You’re still on birth control, aren’t you? I didn’t even think to ask.”