Guarding His Obsession Part 6

"No, I haven't had s.e.x," she finally snaps. I can feel my eyes widen. Okay then. Didn't see that one coming.

"Like I said, men are a.s.sholes who only want in your pants, and then they move on to the next. They only like me because I'm pretty and want to say they banged me. Or they think they can buy me."

"Does Pink make you feel that way, too?" I ask, suddenly feeling bad. I'd never thought about it like that. It reminds me a little of what Drake said about me just wanting him for s.e.x, which isn't true.

"He just makes me feel frustrated," she growls. Actually growls in a voice I've never heard her use before. It makes me giggle a little. Her eyes snap to me. It's the look she gives me when I'm saying something I shouldn't be.

"s.e.xually frustrated?"

"I'm going to punch you."

"What?" I throw my hands up, and she flings the towel she used to clean the mess at me. I catch it midair before tossing it back at her.

"I'm just wondering. You let him touch and kiss on you after you yell at him. It's confusing." I've never seen a man handle Elle like Pink does. It's actually really intriguing. He seems to know how to work her. Even I can't do that and I've known her my whole life.

She lets out a heavy sigh as she makes her way back to her stool.

"No, I don't feel like he just wants in my pants. Normally, when you call a guy on it they move on, but you never know. I'm jaded. He just keeps getting all in my s.p.a.ce and kissing me like he can do it whenever he wants. It's annoying and-"

"Hot," I finish for her, making her roll her eyes, but I see the side of her mouth quirk up a little, like she's remembering him annoying her.

"I like him," she finally admits. "And I hate that I like him, and I hate that he seems to know I like him." She looks so frustrated at her own admission.

I giggle once again at the circle she seems to be going in.

"You should just give in and not question it, like me. My logic is undeniable," I tell her, giving her one of my favorite movie lines. I use it on her when she tries to argue a point against me. "We could do a double wedding!"

I jump up from my chair like I just came up with the best idea ever. Because I did.

"I can't even with you," she says, finally cracking a smile and laughing.

"Hey, if all he wants is in your pants, then you'll know where you stand when you say you're getting married. It's perfect." I nod my head. d.a.m.n, I might be good at the whole relations.h.i.+p thing after all. I could Oprah this and just start handing out marriages.

I start jumping around and chanting, "You get a wedding. You get a wedding." Elle just laughs harder.

When the door opens, I spin to see Drake and Pink are back.

"We're all getting married!" I tell them before launching myself at Drake.

12.

Drake

I reach out and wrap Zoey up as she jumps into my arms. I hold her close, pressing my nose to her neck and inhaling her scent. She's sweet like fresh honeysuckle, and it drives me wild. Having her little warm body wrapped around mine makes me feel like I've come home. f.u.c.k, I'm going to get used to coming home to this every day.

I turn towards Pink and wink at him over Zoey's shoulder. "I'll let you handle that one." I grip her a.s.s hard as I walk towards the bedroom. "See you guys later."

I don't turn around to watch them leave. I hear the front door shut and the lock click into place just as I enter the master bedroom.

"Have you been planning our wedding?" I ask as I kiss Zoey's neck and lay her on the bed. I crawl over her, pulling at her T-s.h.i.+rt as she reaches for mine. I get her s.h.i.+rt off and look down at her, seeing her full b.r.e.a.s.t.s spilling out of the top of her white cotton bra.

"Yes. I think it would be cost effective if we all got married at the same time, at the same place. It would be fun," she says as she runs her hands down my naked chest.

I pull the small box out of my pocket and set it on her bare tummy. I look up into her eyes and see excitement there as she s.n.a.t.c.hes the box and opens it up.

"Oh, it's so sparkly!" she exclaims, taking the ring out of the box. "I never wear jewelry, but I'll wear this all the time. It's so pretty. What is it?"

I shake my head, thinking this is the craziest proposal of all time, and I'm pretty sure she just decided Pink is getting married, too. "It's an amethyst. It's for the month that we met-February. And also my birthday month."

"It's your birthday? When?" She looks up at me excitedly, and I can't help but smile back at her.

"It's in a couple of weeks." Nervously, I take the ring from her hands and slide it onto her finger. "I wanted as much of me on you as possible, and I thought was perfect. I found it in an antique store on the way back here today. I needed you to have my ring on you to show the world that you're mine."

She looks down at it and then back at me, smiling bigger than I've ever seen. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much, Drake."

Hearing her say the words releases any remaining nerves I had. If she didn't like it or she didn't want to do this, she would have told me. I know that she'll only tell me the truth about how she feels.

Leaning down, I keep my lips just a breath from hers and whisper the words I've been dying to say since the moment I laid eyes on her.

"I love you, Zoey."

"I love you, too, Drake."

Feeling the words. .h.i.t my lips at the same time they hit my heart is all consuming. I can't stand even the millimeter of distance between us, so I connect our lips. Our kiss is fierce, and our pa.s.sion escalates as the truth between us settles into place.

It's beyond rhyme or reason how this happened so fast. It's hard to believe it was even possible. But it is. This is unlike anything I've ever felt, and I want to cling to it and never let it go. Life is so G.o.dd.a.m.n short, and the world could end tomorrow. Everything in my arms could disappear, and I don't want regret left on the table. I want to know that nothing remains unsaid to Zoey and that nothing is held back.

As our tongues meet and taste one another and as Zoey runs her hand down my back, I feel the cool band of the ring on her finger against my skin. It's a reminder that she's mine. Forever.

She breaks our kiss and reaches down between us, undoing my jeans and pus.h.i.+ng them down my hips.

"I want s.e.x now, Drake." She licks her lips and smiles at me as her small hand reaches into my jeans and wraps around my c.o.c.k.

"f.u.c.k." I bury my face against her cleavage, trying not to c.u.m on her hand from just the slight touch.

"We're getting married. You can't back out," she says, stroking my c.o.c.k up and down.

"Easy, baby." I reach down, gently grabbing her wrist and taking it off my c.o.c.k. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the palm. "It's going to be over far too soon if you keep that up."

Before she can protest any further, I reach behind her and unhook her bra, letting her big b.r.e.a.s.t.s spill out. My mouth goes directly to her nipple as her fingers go to my hair, and a moan escapes her lips.

"Wow, that feels good."

I reach down between us and undo her jeans, pus.h.i.+ng them and her panties down. I let her nipple out of my mouth with a pop as I move down her body, getting her naked and kicking off the rest of my clothes at the same time.

When I go to move back up her body, I push her legs apart and kiss my way up her thigh. "Just one kiss before, Zoey," I whisper against her tender skin as I put my mouth on her p.u.s.s.y and give it a few licks.

I slip my fingers up the inside of her thigh and to her wet opening. I slide one in and feel her clench down on me. She's unbelievably tight, and I know she's going to squeeze the life out of me when I get my c.o.c.k in there.

Zoey moans again as I give her long firm licks, tasting her p.u.s.s.y and feeling where I'm about to fit inside her. Slipping another finger inside her, I work them in and out, trying to stretch her as much as possible. I feel her hymen give a little as I rock in and out of her with my fingers. When I bring a third to her opening, I pull my mouth back from her c.l.i.t.

"This might sting a bit, cupcake. But I want to get you ready for me." I look up and see her nod as she runs her fingers through my hair.

Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth partly open as quick breaths puff in and out. She's ready for some kind of release, and I hope to give it to her at the same time the pain comes so I can take away the hurt.

I lower my mouth back to her c.l.i.t and suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. Her sweet honeysuckle scent fills my lungs, and I moan around her p.u.s.s.y as I plunge three thick fingers into her.

I hear her cry out from her o.r.g.a.s.m and the bite of pain as I gently move them in and out of her body. Her tight p.u.s.s.y clamps down on me, and I feel her hymen break as her climax hits her.

Having a mouth full of her p.u.s.s.y as the cool sheets rub against my d.i.c.k is almost too much. It takes everything inside me to hold back from c.u.mming all over myself while I help her ride out her pleasure and give her body time to adjust to the invasion.

I rub her G spot, making her climax last longer as I give her c.l.i.t soft licks. After a few minutes of loving her p.u.s.s.y, she relaxes under me, and her legs fall open carelessly.

I look up to see a huge smile on her face, and I can't help but smile back.

She lifts her hips a little as I move my fingers again. I look down and see just a small trace of her virginity on them, and I'm overwhelmed by the desire to taste it. I pull my fingers from her body and put them into my mouth, licking them clean. I can taste the tinge of copper, as well as the sweetness of her p.u.s.s.y, flavored by the o.r.g.a.s.m she gave me. I feel like the act binds us together. She'll forever be mine.

After I take the fingers from my mouth, I lean down and give her p.u.s.s.y a few more licks before I move up her body. I don't want to leave her sweet taste, but my c.o.c.k is a greedy b.a.s.t.a.r.d and he wants a taste, too.

"Drake," Zoey moans, pulling me to her.

My mouth immediately goes for her hard nipple, needing it in my mouth as my c.o.c.k lines up at her opening.

"Please, Drake. I need more."

As if to punctuate her statement, she raises her hips, letting the tip of my c.o.c.k dip into her wetness. Giving her what she wants, I push forward past her damp folds and let her p.u.s.s.y suck me into her tight channel.

She's so G.o.dd.a.m.n tight, and I bite down a little on her nipple to keep myself from c.u.mming. The distraction of pleasing her body is enough to keep me from the edge, and I thrust all the way inside her as she clenches around me.

Breaking my mouth away from her breast, I look up into her eyes and start to thrust in and out of her in long strokes.

"I won't last long," I grit out, trying not to c.u.m too soon.

"I'm so excited," she says, looking up at me with big bright eyes. "Will I feel the c.u.m go in me?"

Her words have me nearly losing it, and I bury my face in her neck. "f.u.c.k, Zoey. You're going to make me c.u.m."

"I'm just wondering if I'll feel it when it happens. Will I get really full? Like, is there room in me for that? Your c.o.c.k is ginormous. I don't know how c.u.m will fit, too. I should c.u.m on your c.o.c.k first to see what that feels like. c.u.mming on your fingers was spectacular."

I smile against her neck and pump in and out of her. When I reach between us and rub her c.l.i.t, she moans in my ear.

"Oh, that's it. Yep, I'm there."

I softly bite down on her shoulder as she clenches around me. I feel her nails scratch down my back as she tenses up and lets out her o.r.g.a.s.m. My name leaves her lips, and it's then I can't hold back any more.

The sound of her c.u.mming, combined with her uttering my name, is all I can take, and I thrust into her one final time, filling her with every drop of me.

I grunt against her body as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my spine, through my b.a.l.l.s. It's the most intense o.r.g.a.s.m of my life, and I nearly collapse on Zoey as I reach the end of it.

Bracing myself on my elbows, I keep myself buried inside her as I catch my breath.

"Wow. I totally felt that," she says, kissing my neck. "Oh."

The funny sound has me leaning up to look down at her.

"I feel it running down my a.s.s. Is that normal? You must have c.u.m a lot. Do I have to clean up? I kind of like you being inside me like this. Is that weird?"

I smile as I roll us over, keeping my c.o.c.k in her. f.u.c.k, I love the things that just come out of her mouth. No embarra.s.sment. Just her. Once she's settled on top of me, I hold her hips and thrust up inside her.

"I don't know what's normal and if everyone likes what we like. But I know that there's nothing about you that I don't want to taste or love. And hearing you say that you like me inside you makes me want to f.u.c.k you all over again."

She beams at me like I just made her world right, and she starts to move up and down on my c.o.c.k.

"Good, because I want to do that again, and this time with more positions. I'm pretty flexible." She leans forward a little. "I Googled some stuff," she says seriously.

My smile turns into a moan as she leans back a little and takes me deeper inside her. If the world ends now, I'll die a happy man.

13.

Zoey

"Don't even think about it, cupcake," Drake says as I eye him over the breakfast bar while he cleans up after our late lunch.

Another knock sounds at the door, and I make my move, darting for it as quick as I can. I only make it four steps before he has me in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder as I squeal. Over the past few weeks I've noticed I like to make him chase me. There's something about the thrill of it. I can't seem to stop myself, and I knew the moment I heard the knock at the front door that it was another chance to strike.