What the hell do you expect? The lights to be on and a fire in the fireplace?
He walked to the front door, but this time it was locked. It surprised him, and he froze with his hand on the knob. There was absolutely no reason for the door to be locked unless someone was inside. And he didn't want to scare her.
"Joey?"
His voice sounded louder than it was in the quiet wilderness. The tall rocks around also amplified the sound. He knocked on the rickety wood, knowing that with a little shove, the door would fall right off the frame.
"Joey? Are you in there? It's me."
He heard a click just before the door was suddenly yanked open. Joey flew out into his arms without a sound. He held her close, his face buried in her neck. He vaguely noticed that she had one of his mother's blankets wrapped around her shoulders.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded but didn't pull away. "I am now." Her voice was muffled against his chest.
"Nice job with the teacup."
"I was hoping you'd see it."
The immense relief he felt made Drake forget about everything else, at least momentarily. When she finally pulled her head back, she leaned up and kissed him. The act was so pure and so needy that he almost growled as he took control and possessed her mouth. His tongue demanded entry, and she quickly invited him in when her tongue danced with his.
She pressed up against him as desire flooded his senses. All he could smell and taste was Joey, and he couldn't get enough. He pulled away before he lost control. She stared at him with passion in her eyes.
"Are you sure?"
She nodded. "More than I've ever been."
Nothing else mattered at that point. He knew the goons were too far behind to find them, if they were capable of finding them at all. It was just the two of them in the most primitive setting they could imagine, with nothing but each other. Everything else just faded away as he lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he carried her into the shack.
He pushed her against the doorframe and kicked the door closed without breaking contact with his mouth. She nipped on his bottom lip, and the tiny twinge of pain pushed his lust into a higher gear. His erection pressed against her through their clothes, and Joey dropped her feet to the floor so they could shimmy their jeans down.
She pushed him toward the couch, and it caught the back of his legs causing him to sit down hard. She hovered over him, her knees on either side of his lap, and his hands held her waist to guide her down to him.
“This is a little awkward.” Her jeans were in the way, and he shoved them further down toward her ankles. Her boots prevented them from coming off. She finally kicked one of her boots off and pulled her foot free from the jeans.
“Oh, quit your bitching and make love to me.” Her voice was hoarse with need, and it was all the encouragement he needed to buck into her however possible. He held her still as he buried himself deep into her core, and when she squeezed her muscles around his cock, he thought he was going to orgasm right then.
He groaned as she rotated her hips and ground against him, her body convulsing around him. She whimpered as she bore down on him, and he could feel her body tighten as pleasure pushed her closer to the edge. He gripped her ass and encouraged her to ride him up and down as he plunged deep inside her.
Her fingers dug into his hair as she clasped his face and the kisses became breathless as she did her best to meet his thrusts.
He groaned again as pleasure filtered out every other aspect of the moment. She was hot and wet and just as desperate as he was to climb a mountain of a different sort.
His lips trailed along her jawline to her neck sucking and nipping as their breathing made kisses all but impossible. Her cries of ecstasy spurred him on, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long.
Loud moans escape her. "Y-you're...I’m going to... oh my God..."
Her panting pushed him closer to his breaking point. “Cum for me, baby. I’m right there with you.”
Drake shifted his hips to a new angle and within seconds, Joey lost control and came undone. His own stifling cry echoed as he followed close behind her.
They rode right off the cliff as he trailed soft kisses along her neck and back to her lips.
He never wanted to leave this moment.
Chapter Twenty Three: Ambush
Josephine “Joey” Preston
