top over my head, ready to unclasp my bra. He stops my hands.
“That’s my job.” He grabs the waistband of my bottoms, pulling them off. My shoes were lost the moment he sat me down. I lift my hips up, and he takes my panties along with him. “God damn, you are beautiful.” He stands up. I unbutton his jeans, pull down the zipper, and delve my hand inside to bring his length out. Drake unclasps my bra. I’m naked to his dressed, minus his cock, and I am one lucky girl.
“Get me wet,” he groans. I’m not doing it with my mouth though. My legs wrap around him again, pulling him closer to me, and I coat the head of his length with my wetness.
“Is this what you want?” I question him.
“I think that question is unnecessary, what do you think?” My hands are moved out of the way, and Drake shows me how he needs me today. He’s all the way inside me with one deep thrust.
“God, Drake,” I whimper.
“I know, angel. I know.” He feels so good inside me.
“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Drake growls out. He’s still inside me but not moving.
“Drake,” I moan out in pleasure. He’s grabbing his cell phone out of his back pocket, and I’m as mad as he is.
“This better be fanfuckingtastic news, Bridger,” Drake answers, deciding to move at an annoyingly slow rate. My pussy clenches down on him, wanting and needing more, but that’s not in the cards. As fast as he was inside me, he’s sliding out.
“No,” I groan, feeling empty without him.
“Hold on.” Drake takes the phone away from his ear. “The guys are heading here now. Sorry, angel.”
“Ugh, this shit sucks.” I get up off the desk, find my clothes to put on. Meanwhile all Drake has to do is tuck his cock back in his pants.
“I’ll make it up to you.”
“I know.” He kisses me and then helps me finish getting dressed, which isn’t easy with his lingering hands touching me the entire time.
Seventeen
Drake
Pulling out of Giana nearly crippled me. Since the first time we had sex, it’s like I’ve become even more of an addict when it comes to her. But when Bridger called and said they got a lead and was heading back to the office along with Easton, it had to be done.
Giana is my rock. She held my hand the entire time, calming the storm that was brewing deep inside of me.
Bridger and Easton are here. All wanting to tell us the latest news. Kellie went home, something about wine and binge watching a new show on Netflix.
“Hey, so here’s what we’ve got. The stalker was placed strategically in the back northeast corner, really in plain sight when you tracked the food and drink wrappers. We bagged them. Not sure if we’ll get a match, but it’s worth a shot. Someone was bunkered down though. Think a campsite minus the tent. Not sure you want G to hear this or not.” Bridger nods his head to her.
“Yeah, she needs to know. I want her safe.” Giana’s hold on my hand tightens.
“There were pictures there, uh...you know, those kinds of pictures with you and Giana in the pool. Some of just you and some of just her, but in each picture that had her in it, the stalker had a bullseye marked on G’s forehead.” He hands me the pictures, each of it bagged and tagged.
“I assume everything is cleared up?” I question.
“One hundred percent,” Bridger states.
“What about security?” I ask Easton.
“I added more motion detectors that will let you know when someone steps within their range. I’m about to do a few things on the computer to beef up your system too, in case a storm comes through and you have to rely on a generator. Other than that, I think that’s all we can do.”
I’m sure Easton coming home and planting roots back in Virginia with Cam didn’t really entail him working all hours of the day. He left to get away from it.
“Thanks, man, I know Cam is waiting for you at home. If you leave me the bill, I’ll take care of it.”
“What the fuck ever. You know that’s not what this is about. We’re family, but I am going home. Knowing Cam, she’ll have dinner waiting. She’s been working on the house non-stop and has been perfecting this or that.” He has a wistful smile on his face.
“I still appreciate it.” I shake his hand