Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34886 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 174(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
“Dad walked in here about five minutes ago.”
The words sink in and all the blood drains from my face.
“Didn’t we lock the door?” I ask.
He nods. “I don’t think we closed it, though. I remember hitting the lock but I don’t think it was pushed all the way.” His eyes close and I know he’s mad at himself. “So when he knocked on your door, it kind of just opened,” he finishes.
I drop my forehead to his chest. This is not how I wanted them to find out.
“It’s going to be fine,” we both say at the same time and a small laugh escapes me. He’s always trying to reassure me even if he’s not so sure of things himself.
“Now what?” I ask. We can’t stay hidden in my bedroom forever.
“Nothing.”
I pull back to look at Drake. “What do you mean nothing?” I ask, silently willing everything to be okay.
“You were covered up but it’s clear we were naked. He looked a little surprised but then whispered ‘sorry’ and stepped back out.”
“He said sorry?” I gasp, a little too loudly.
“Yeah. I have no fucking clue.”
“He told Mom?” I ask like he’d know. I’m guessing he did because I’d tell Drake anything.
“I’d tell you.” He says what I’m thinking and we nod.
“Why aren't they mad? Shouldn't they be busting down my door?” My eyes go to the door then back to Drake.
Drake’s eyes go to my chest and I smack him again. “Sorry.” He doesn't sound sorry as I grab the sheet and cover myself. He sits up and pulls me into him until I’m straddling his lap. “Probably because there isn't much they can do about it.” His face softens and I worry my lip between my teeth. He’s right; it’s not like they would kick us out.
“It’s going to be fine.” Before I can counter, he kisses me soft and slow as if we have all the time in the world.
I relax into him, unable to resist his pull. I don’t know how long I sit in his lap lazily kissing him and needing more. He must feel what I need as he shifts and then he’s inside me in one slow thrust.
I gasp because I’m a little tender but I don’t care and my body willingly opens for him. I get lost in him as he helps me move my hips up and down on to his cock. I moan and try to be quiet because this is the last thing we should be doing right now. But I can’t stop and I’m already so close.
“Give it to me, Ali girl,” Drake says against my mouth and I do.
I come for him. My whole body clenches when I feel his release deep inside of me. I ride the wave of pleasure as every inch of me tingles until I drop my head on his shoulder with a heavy breath.
“You know how to calm me down,” I say with a laugh, kissing his neck.
His cock jerks inside of me and I lean back to look at him. He cups my face and tilts my head so I can look at him.
“Never let this go.” His face is so serious. “Everyone is going to have to come to terms with this.”
I don’t want to fight with Mom and Dad about this but I will fight for us. “Let’s go talk to them.”
His cock jerks inside of me before he lifts me up and then I moan when he slips free of me. He reluctantly gets up as I fall backwards into the soft bed.
“You want me to go talk to them first?” he asks, and I pop back up. I know he’d do that for me but I can’t let him.
“No, together. You wore me out and I need a minute to pull myself together.” He leans down and kisses me.
“I’ll wait in the hallway then. I’m going to get dressed.”
I nod and he walks out of my room. I don’t waste any time getting dressed. I don’t know if I’m in a rush to get this over with or to be alone with Drake again. When I exit my room he’s standing there and he holds his hand out to take mine. He gives me one last kiss before we prepare ourselves for what’s to come.
I make it to the bottom of the stairs and I smell Mom’s cooking. When we enter the kitchen she comes over and kisses us both on the cheeks. Dad motions for me to come over to him and I let go of Drake’s hand to step toward him. He’s leaning against the counter watching Mom cook with a cup of coffee in his hand. He gives me a side hug and I put my arm around him.
“Sit at the table, Drake,” Mom says. “Ali-bug, will you get everyone something to drink?”