Beg Me (10 page)

She resisted a little and Drake met her
eyes. “Tawny?”

She smirked at him and shoved her butt
backward. “Fucking pervert,” she muttered.

His hand spread flat against her belly. His
lips brushed over her shoulder, just once…lightly. Then he forced
her over the bed. Her coat slid down a little, trapping her arms.
Tania swallowed and closed her eyes.

Then, as Drake pushed the coat upward,
baring her butt, she forgot. He swatted her once. “I like your ass,
bitch. Nice and tight, but still soft…a woman’s ass.”

She squirmed as he plunged his fingers
into her pussy, screwing them in, then out. Jerking against the
coat, she struggled against it. It was
almost
enough—pinning her, but not
quite…

Drake reached up, caught the coat,
drawing it away. “
No
…” she
whispered.

“
Tania?”

She gasped and twisted against him, lifting
her hand and flexing it, uncertain how to ask for what she wanted,
afraid to even ask for fear it would push her back.

But he knew.

Gently, Drake eased her body lower, then
caught both of her wrists in one hand. She bit her lip, panted as
he pinned them at the base of her spine. Then, as he started to
finger-fuck her again, she sobbed out his name.

He worked her to just this side of
climax—and stopped.

“
Right there,” he muttered. “We stop
right there.”

She groaned as he let her hands go and
pulled away. Shoving up right, she glared at him over her shoulder,
only to cry out as he brought the flat of his hand down on her ass.
“Back down,” he ordered.

Immediately, she lowered herself back down,
her heart racing, her sex throbbing.

Less than a minute later, he returned and
she saw what he had in the reflection. The roll of duct tape made
her frown. “I want you using those fingers on your hot little
pussy—can’t do that if you have your hands cuffed,” he said, giving
her a cocky smile. But there was something else in his voice. She
swallowed, uncertain if she was ready to be fully restrained
anyway. When he caught her left hand and guided it back to the
small of her back, she tensed.

Drake immediately started to talk. “I’m
going to slide that dildo in your back door in a few minutes,
Tawny, you know that? It’s going to turn your pussy into a fist and
I can’t wait. I want you to think about that, think about how tight
you’ll be…”

She whimpered, so focused on his voice, she
barely blinked as he taped one wrist against the small of her back,
effectively restraining her. She could pull free if she needed to,
but just the sensation…

“
Tell me you don’t want it,” he said
as he guided her back down, easing her torso down until her
shoulders touched the bed.

“
I don’t.”

He turned the pocket rocket on and put it in
her free hand. “Tell me you’ll fight me, that you don’t want
this…”

“
I don’t want it…” She gasped it out
as she pressed the vibrator against her clit. Then, as he pressed
lube-slicked fingers against her anus, she whimpered. “I don’t want
it. Please don’t make me…”

“
You don’t want it, but you’re so
fucking hot, so wet, and look at how you open for me when I push
this inside,” he muttered. “Hot little slut, look at you. That’s
it…take it. I’m going to push it all the way in, all the way in
your hot, tight little hole.”

And that’s what he did, one slow, teasing
inch after the other. She was panting and sobbing when he was done.
“You still want me to think you don’t want it?” he growled as he
came up behind her. “Look in the mirror.”

She lifted her head, aided by his hand
fisted in her hair.

“
Tell me what you see,” he panted as
he pressed the head of his cock against the swollen mouth of her
pussy.

“
Me,” she panted.

“
And are you hot? Are you ripe for
fucking?”

“
No.” As he started to push inside,
she closed her thighs, tried to pull away. “Don’t do this to me,
Drake. No…”

He jerked her back, still using such
infinite care as he fed her one slow inch—

She cried out, shaking with need.

“
Don’t do it?” He spanked
her.

“
No.” She clenched her legs tighter,
shuddered as he continued his slow, forceful possession. “Please,
Drake…don’t make me do this. Oh….” She rolled her hips against him,
unable to stop herself. Not enough, though—still not
enough.

“
Don’t do it? Why? Am I not fucking
you right?” He caught one breast, tweaked her nipple.

She groaned and pushed back, needing
more. Needing more of him, needing it harder…faster. Then, taking a
deep breath, she lifted her head and glared at him. “Do it
harder
—”

Drake growled, one hand squeezing her rump.
“You sure about that, Tawny?”

“
You always ask your fuck toys what
they want? Make me take it, damn you.”

He swore and slammed into her.

She cried and arched her back, jerking
against his hands, against the tape that restrained her wrist. He
did it again and she shuddered, writhed, clenching down with her
internal muscles, fighting his invasion.

“
That’s it,” Drake muttered. “Oh,
hell, Tawny, that feels so good…keep it tight.”

She sobbed out his name, thrashed her head
and jerked against his hands, losing herself.

He hauled her back against him, muttered to
her, “Mine, damn it. You’re mine right now, sweet little bitch. Say
it.”

Tania gasped for air, barely able to
breathe.

He brought the flat of his hand down on her
ass and snarled, “Say it.”

“
I’m yours, Drake. Yours—oh,
please…”

“
Please what? Please stop?”

“
No.” She gripped him harder with her
pussy, milked him. “Please don’t…please don’t stop…”

Behind her, he shuddered. He drilled into
her harder, pressed his thumb against the base of the toy nestled
snug in her ass. And then, just as the heat in her belly rose, as
it started to consume her, she heard him say something…

“
Fuck, I love you…”

T
wenty
minutes later, he lay curled around her, his eyes closed, his arm
around her waist.

She wasn’t asleep.

Neither was he.

Was she acting like she hadn’t heard?

Drake didn’t know.

He didn’t know where to go from here—he
hadn’t meant to say it like that. Not yet. He knew she had feelings
for him and he was even starting to maybe hope she could fall in
love with him.

“
You’re thinking too loud,” Tania said
on a sigh. She rolled over and stared at him, her eyes dark and
sleepy, a somber smile curling her lips.

He reached up, traced that smile with his
fingertip. “I’m worried I freaked you out.”

She shook her head. “You didn’t. I…well, I’m
not sure how I feel yet. But I’m not freaked out. Actually…” The
somber smile changed, took on a sweet, almost delighted look, and
she eased in, pressed her lips to his. “The longer I think about
it, the more it makes me want to giggle and laugh. I haven’t been
prone to giggles for a long, long time…so that’s probably a really
good sign. I just…need more time.”

Combing a hand through her hair, he kissed
her brow. “I’m good with that.”

Then he pulled her close.

She hadn’t taken off running.

That was all he’d hoped for.

But more…she seemed happy about it.

That was even better, right?

“
D
o you think
you can love two wonderful men in one lifetime?”

The question had been lurking in the back of
her mind for almost a month, but she hadn’t meant to ask it just
then.

Glancing up, she blushed as she found her
best friend Becky gaping at her.

“
Are you seeing somebody?” Becky
demanded.

She winched. “Yeah.”

“
You tramp. I’m your best friend. Why
haven’t I heard about this?” Becky asked.

Tania rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Um.
We’ve both been busy?”

“
Hello! Best friends. We’re
never
that
busy.” Becky
pouted for a minute. Then she leaned in and jabbed Tania with her
elbow. “Okay. Give.
Who
?”

Squirming on the barstool, she said, “Ah…
Drake.”

“
Drake. As in your friend, Kyle’s
friend… Drake? With those intense, broody blue eyes and that sexy
little dimple and that too-fricking-beautiful hair and the goofy
Superman tattoo?
That
Drake?”

Tania winced again. “Yes.
That
Drake.” But she smiled as she
thought about his tattoo. It wasn’t goofy. She thought it was sexy.
He was her Superman, all right. In so many ways.

“
Why didn’t you tell me this?” Becky
hissed, leaning in closer.

“
Well…”

“
How could he ask you out and you not
think to
tell
me?”

“
Well, he didn’t exactly ask me out.”
She lifted her hand and waved to the bartender, calling for another
drink. She was going to need it. Becky knew Tania
had…um…adventurous appetites in sex, but…yeah. She needed alcohol
for this discussion. “I kind of asked him out, at first. But it was
just supposed to be um…”

The bartender set the drink down in front of
her and Tania waited until he walked off.

It was early and still relatively quiet.
Glancing around, she shifted on the seat, turning around to look at
Becky. Keeping her voice low, she said, “I’m tired of waiting for
things from well…before to fade. They aren’t fading. I feel stuck.
I asked Drake if he’d help me get unstuck. It was just supposed to
be about sex…but…”

Becky’s eyes narrowed. A smile curled her
lips. “Oh, honey…do tell.”

W
hen Tania
called him earlier that day and said they’d have to meet a few
hours later, he’d been disappointed. But then he’d had a call of
his own—a call from Gail Sinclair—and now instead of taking Tania
out, he was sitting in Gail’s house.

Maybe he should just cancel the fucking
date—not because he was mad at Tania, but because he didn’t want to
spill the toxic waste inside of him onto her. Of course, he wasn’t
even sure he could speak without exploding.

Staring at Gail’s pinched, pallid face, he
said, “You want to run that by me again?”

“
You can’t keep seeing her. If you do,
she’ll ruin your life. The way she ruined Kent’s. The way she
ruined Kyle’s,” Gail said, her voice prim, almost
prissy.

There was grief in her eyes, though, and he
was trying to remind himself this woman had lost both her boys.
She’d known loss and it did bad things to a person’s mind.

“
Kyle was killed in a freak accident,”
he said as gently as he could. “Tania had nothing to do with
it.”

“
Bullshit,” Gail spat, the word
falling from her lips thick and heavy with venom. “She poisoned him
until he couldn’t think clearly—if he’d been the way he used to be
before
she
got to him, he
never would have been so careless.”

“
Poisoned?” He stared at her. “What
are you talking about?”

She sighed. “You refuse to see it.
Even though she’s doing the same to you.” Rising, she gestured to
him. “Come on. Maybe once you see it how
I’ve
seen it, you’ll understand.”

Suddenly, foreboding rose inside him.

He trailed her through the grim, quiet
house, trying to remember if it had been this grim and quiet when
they’d been kids. Then he frowned—thought harder. How often had he
even really come inside this place? He’d preferred for Kyle to come
over to his place. The few times he’d been over to the Sinclairs’,
it hadn’t been for long, and Kyle had seemed to enjoy it more if he
was elsewhere, too, really.

It was like this house hadn’t known
happiness, laughter, light in a long, long time.

Not just a few years, either.

Longer.

The darkness, heaviness weighed down on him
as he followed Gail up the steps, down the hallway. When they
stopped in front of Kent’s room, he stiffened. “What—”

But she acted like she didn’t hear him,
pushing the door open.

The first glimpse inside was a sucker punch,
a shock.

Time warp.

It looked the same as it had years ago—how
many? Ten, fifteen?

A shiver raced down his spine as Gail looked
back at him, that strange light glinting in her eyes. “You should
pack his stuff up, Gail. It can’t be good for you to hold on to
everything like this,” he said softly.

“
No. I keep everything.” She moved
inside, beckoning for him to follow. She passed by the bed, made
with military precision, bypassed the computer, TV…and stopped in
front of the closet.

She gave him a sad, somber look. “I tried to
tell you the easy way.”

Then, without saying anything else, she
opened the door, moved into that dark space.

A second later, a light flashed on.

Drake’s first thought was that somebody had
given up using this space as a closet and turned it into a
mini-entertainment/electronics center. The large computer monitor
was asleep, perched a narrow desk that barely fit into the space.
Gail touched the mouse, wiggled it, and the computer woke up.