The Deputies: 3 Novella Box Set (29 page)

Why not? She’s on her knees and as eager as you are.

Because a guy shouldn’t pull a girl straight onto his dick without a few preliminaries. No matter how painful his balls are.

Tired of the arguing between the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other, he pulled open his belt and button fly, sighing in relief as his cock gained some much needed breathing room.

“I hope so.” Tori stood up in one graceful motion and reached up behind her neck to loosen the ties on her halter dress. The bodice fell to her waist and any room his cock had gained moments before was gone in an instant. His mouth went dry and his dick swelled even larger as his gaze took in the two mounds of perfection before him.

Her skin was creamy and the nipples a rosy pink. The breasts were round and firm, sitting up high and practically begging to be worshipped. Drake licked his lips in anticipation of getting them onto those beauties once again. The taste he’d gotten earlier had only whet his appetite for more. Much more.

She pushed the fabric of her yellow dress down her legs until it pooled at her feet. She kicked it away and stood before him in nothing but a scrap of yellow lace that could hardly be called panties. He knew that the crotch of those undies was soaked with her honey and he had to fight to keep oxygen in his lungs. Her hourglass figure was damn near perfect, and to top it all off she was looking at him like he was something she’d asked Santa for and finally found under the tree.

He reached for the sides of her panties and began to inch them down her legs, revealing her secrets a millimeter at a time and teasing himself until he wanted to scream with frustration. At the rate they were going he would die before he got inside her.

Hell of a way to go.

Sliding his hands between her thighs, he pushed her legs further apart until he could see the glistening pink of her pussy peeking at him. Her mound was smooth and waxed and he leaned forward with a silent evil chuckle and gave her already swollen clit a long lick with his tongue.

Tori screamed and her knees seemed to give way while her fingers dug into his shoulders for support.

That’s it. Take control and get her begging.

He continued to tease the button until her breath was coming in gasps and her nails scored his skin. His palms cupped her buttocks to hold her still and he squeezed the rounded flesh as her hips jerked.

She was close.

Tori thought she might die from too much pleasure. The feel of Drake’s callused hands on her body and his tongue teasing her clit were almost too good to be true. He had her on the edge of climax and he was holding her there, neither letting the arousal ebb nor sending her over.

Her fingers dug into his scalp and his hands helped keep her upright. She was perilously close to falling into a heap at his feet. Heat swept through her and she shook from the onslaught of pleasure that gave her no respite. She threw back her head and squeezed her eyes closed.

“Please,” she croaked, no longer in control of her own responses. Drake was firmly in the driver’s seat playing with her senses like the finest maestro.

“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, his breath warm against her slit. “I know what you need.”

His mouth closed over her clit and sucked, his tongue flicking back and forth. Lightning seemed to zing from one end of her body to the other and then back. It was exactly what she needed to send her flying into space. She screamed his name and her knees finally gave out, her entire body a quivering mess. Somehow they landed in a tangle on the bed as the waves of release gentled and her body was her own again.

In the distance she could hear the sound of Drake shedding his clothes. The bed lifted slightly as he stood and then dipped again as his bare skin pressed against hers. She sighed with pleasure as her hands roamed over the valleys and planes of his large frame.

“Easy, sweetheart.” Drake was holding her hands but she giggled and easily shook him off, letting her eager fingers wander down to explore the very big and very hard cock sandwiched between them. With one hand she encircled him, while with the other she cupped his heavy balls. He muttered an oath and stiffened but she wouldn’t be deterred.

Tori knew he liked the up and down stroking motion on his cock, and it seemed to swell even larger against her palm. His skin was flushed and his breath was ragged and labored. He groaned as she caressed the crinkled skin of his sac and then dipped her head to give him a lick from root to tip.

“To – ri,” Drake moaned, drawing out the second syllable. “Aw fuck, baby. So fucking good.”

Just watching Drake get this turned on was building her arousal all over again. Her thighs were sticky with her honey and her pussy felt very empty. She was going to enjoy every luscious inch of Drake James.

Now.

“Condom?” she whispered against the skin of his ridged abdomen and running her tongue in his belly button. His answer was unintelligible but he seemed to point toward his pants. She tried to keep her mouth busy on him, tracing the veins on the shaft while she fished in the pockets of his discarded jeans.

Pulling out a condom square, she paused to rip open the packet with her teeth and roll it on. Tossing the packaging away, she straddled him and lowered herself down on his yummy cock. The blood was humming through her veins and she could smell the scent of sex in the bedroom. She wanted Drake more than any man she’d ever known. It was better than she’d ever imagined.

Slowly, she took him inside, the walls of her pussy clutching him tightly. He groaned and his fingers flexed on her hips as he stretched her wide with his girth, rubbing naughty hidden spots that made her see stars and sent tingles straight to her toes.

“Ooof!” Tori gasped as the air was knocked out of her. Suddenly she was flat on her back and Drake was hovering on top of her, a purely masculine grin on his face.

Damn, the man had a thing about being dominant.

Not that she was complaining. When he’d flipped them over, his cock had slid in to the hilt and it felt so wonderfully delicious she thought she might faint. He was larger than any lover she’d had previously and damn if bigger wasn’t truly better.

Drake weaved his fingers with hers and placed her hands on either side of her head so she couldn’t reach out and touch him. Their gazes locked as he slowly pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in hard and fast, taking her breath away. Each stroke built up speed until he was riding her rough, his muscular body covering her feminine one. She felt small and protected as his cock pistoned in and out of her, rubbing her G-spot and sending her closer to another orgasm.

His groin rubbed her already sensitive clit over and over, tightening the rubber band inside of her. When it finally snapped, Drake buried his face in her shoulder, nipping at the skin. She shuddered and trembled as each wave rocked her body.

At some point, he’d let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms around him as he groaned his own completion in her ear. Collapsing on top of her, she stroked his spine and felt the sheen of sweat on his skin and the slight quivering of his muscles as he slowly relaxed.

“That was amazing.” Tori sighed and savored the closeness. “You’re amazing.”

He was a massive man but the feeling of his heavy body pressing her into the mattress was sweet torture. When he finally rolled away, she immediately felt cold and abandoned. She reached for him to pull him back down but he was already scrounging for his clothes strewn carelessly on the floor.

“What—what are you doing?” It couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago he was pounding her to heaven. Now he was getting dressed?

Drake leaned over and kissed her lips quickly as he fumbled for his pants. The sex had been amazing but he wasn’t ready to deal with the emotions it had evoked. He’d never experienced anything that intense. It blew everything and everyone else away.

“That was great, baby, but I’m on duty early in the morning. I need to get some sleep.”

She levered up and placed a few kisses on his stubbled jaw, tempting him to stay. “You can sleep here.” She ran her hands down his chest and stomach and his cock jumped, despite a giant orgasm only moments earlier. Fuck, he was only human. How was he supposed to resist her? “We could have some more fun later.”

“Wish I could but I have a big day tomorrow.” The room felt like the walls were closing in on him and he gently extricated himself from her arms. He needed some fresh air and some space. He tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs and scanned the dimly lit room for his shirt. He’d call her tomorrow but at the moment he needed to leave and deal with what this meant.

Tori grabbed the garment from the floor and flung it at him, anger etched in her pretty features. It effectively swept away any remnants of afterglow he might have been harboring. He caught the sleeve as it hit his chest.

Obviously he’d fucked up.

“Then you should go.” Tori’s tone was clipped and cool. She slipped into the robe hanging from the bedpost and snapped on the lamp bathing the room in harsh light. The soft, passionate woman who had been in his arms a few minutes ago was gone and in her place was one pissed off chick. “I wouldn’t want to keep you.”

Drake swallowed hard but shrugged into his shirt with an encouraging smile. He’d screwed up royally but surely it wasn’t too late to make everything better. He wasn’t joining the fucking witness protection program, never to be seen again. He simply needed a little space. “I’ll call you, okay?” He left his shirt half open and pulled her into his arms. Her body was rigid and he tried to stroke her hair so she would relax. “I really wish I didn’t have to leave.”

How could Drake explain that what had just happened between them changed everything? Changed him? It was better to get his head together and figure it out for himself before he emoted all over Tori. Women didn’t like a man who didn’t have his shit together. They wanted a man to fucking be in control.

He was far from that.

His voice was soft and coaxing but Tori wasn’t the same naive little girl who had left Corville. She’d seen men walk out after sex and this was a classic “fuck and run.” Drake didn’t have any intention of calling her. Ever.

Tori shrugged. “You can call if you want. I guess. Whatever.”

The man of her dreams scowled, perhaps in anger but definitely in confusion. “Whatever? Don’t you want me to call?”

Tori twisted out of his arms and tightened the belt on her robe hoping she looked a hell of a lot more casual than she felt. In truth, she was dying inside with disappointment. Her idol had feet of clay.

She wouldn’t let him see how devastated she felt.

“You can call if you want, Drake. Geez, don’t get all possessive.”

His eyebrows shot up and his jaw went slack. “Um, okay. I get it. I forgot you’re from the city, Tori. Tonight was just a fun thing, I guess.”

Her hand gripped the bedpost, her knuckles white, as she told another whopper of a lie. “Sure. Fun. Nothing to get all serious about.”

Drake hopped on one foot and then the other as he pulled on his boots. “Maybe we can get together again sometime. You know, have some more fun.”

“Maybe.” Tori tried to sound noncommittal, as if their lovemaking hadn’t been all that impressive instead of the tidal wave of pleasure it had actually been. “I have a lot going on these days.”

Drake shoved his hands in his pockets and nodded. “Sure. I get that. Well, then maybe you can call me?”

In your dreams, jerk. Go ahead and wait by the phone.

“I’ll do that.” Tori stepped back so he had a clear path to the bedroom door. He seemed to hesitate for a moment as if he had something else to say, but sighed instead and headed for the entrance. She wondered if she was the first woman who had ever put Drake James in his place.

Even if she was, it didn’t feel all that wonderful. It felt kind of crappy to treat him the same way he had probably treated her and dozens of other girls. She really wasn’t cut out for this.

She opened the front door and looked him right in the eye. He should never know how much his behavior had hurt her.

“Well, good night. Thank you for a nice evening. The pizza and movie were great.”

“My pleasure. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other soon.”

Drake ducked out of the apartment and she closed the door behind him and listened for his truck to pull away. When the sound of the engine grew faint, she opened her door again and padded across the hall. Pressing the doorbell of Kasi’s apartment, she felt the rise of good old-fashioned anger churn in her gut. Kasi finally opened the door, bleary-eyed, her hair sticking up on end.

“He’s a total asshole,” Tori announced before her friend could ask what the hell was going on.

Kasi’s expression immediately turned from puzzled to sympathetic. “I know, honey. Come in and tell me all about it.”

Tori followed Kasi into the apartment. She had been right. Drake hadn’t been worth all the years of love and hero worship. It was the end of an era.

Perhaps now she could move on. Maybe.

Chapter Five