Drake
THE MOMENT I SAW SIAagain, I knew my life was about to be turned upside down. Only when she arrived in my bedroom earlier that morning, did I accept that upside down was an understatement. I was royally fucked. I’d had a couple of women in the last two years, just quick fucks to soothe an ache, yet none had come close to the memories Sia left me.
Her response to my touch still had the strangest effect. She brought out a side to me I had no idea existed until that night, and now that she was back, I honestly wasn’t sure if I could stay away. Even though the thought made me a bastard for thinking it, I couldn’t shove it aside. If I didn’t know any better, I believed the craving had tripled over the years, every fucking part of me tuned into her body like two pieces of a puzzle, and by God, I desperately wanted it to snap into place.
“Maybe she’d listen to your father.”
Tamara’s soft statement drew me out of my dirty thoughts. “Listen to what? And who?” We were seated around the dining table for dinner, and I hadn’t paid attention to the conversation between Tamara and the kids.
“Sianna, dad.” Kyra rolled her eyes at me. “Were you even paying attention?”
I shook my head, frowning over why they’d mention Sia, then glanced to the empty chair next to Rayden. “What’s up?”
“Can you go call Sianna down to dinner? Kyra and I tried. Same response. She’s not hungry.”
While a part of me worried about why she didn’t want dinner, the other part, the sexually deviant side, wanted to see her alone again. I resisted the urge. “Maybe she just wants time to herself.” I offered a casual shrug. What kind of father was I, having illicit thoughts about my son’s girlfriend?
“Yeah, but she hardly ate lunch, too,” Rayden groaned.
I chuckled at his lack of patience. “Why don’t you give it a try?” I passed Tamara the saltshaker she gestured to.
She sprinkled the condiment over her vegetables, popped a carrot into her mouth, and looked at me. “Because I already tried, and I’m starving. So that leaves you.” She pointed her fork at me.
“Fine.” I scraped back my chair and stood. As I walked away, did I realize going up there was asking for trouble. Would I be able to keep my hands off her? I recalled her toying with her food at lunch, and her miserable attempts to avoid my gaze. Had the little indulgence in my bedroom affected her, perhaps made worse by the little touches we were forced to endure in the cinema. And then on the horse. God, I thought she would cave and kiss me. Probably if Rayden hadn’t pitched. Yes. I was a fucking bastard of the worse kind. Even so, my pulse raced.
Outside the door, I knocked and waited. No answer. I knocked again, and when she didn’t answer, I eased it open. Not wanting to startle her, I popped my head in. The last thing I needed was a hysterical woman screaming at me. I bit back a laugh at the thought. Highly unlikely. She clamped up every time I appeared. “Sia,” I called out.
Given the room's shape, I couldn’t see past the small foyer that hid the rest of the interior from the main door. Thinking twice about going further, I stepped back. A soft moan had me sticking my head inside again.Leave.Another soft moan. One I’d heard before. A sound that had kept me riveted for a long night of passion vibrated through the air, yanking me forward. I opened the door a little more and stepped inside.Leave now.A part of my brain warned once more. Yet, the mesmerized, intoxicated majority refused.
“Prince.”
My name on her lips breathed fire through my veins, flaming a spark I hadn’t felt in a long time. Memories heated my blood, sending it rushing to my cock with a ferocity I was hard-pressed to ignore. Every part of me burned, almost fever pitch.
Fuck.
I needed to get out of there. Step back. Drake.I needed my feet to move back. Another whimper sealed the deal, and they moved forward instead. Her soft moans like an aphrodisiac I couldn’t resist. My palm flat against the inner wall, I stepped around it. I stopped breathing. Fireballs of pure need darted through me, locking my legs and paralyzing my steps. I barely managed to hold back the curse that threatened to announce my presence as heat coiled in every crevice of my body. Fascinated by the sensual picture, Sia’s writhing body created, I stared.
The back of her head dipped into the pillow. Blue lustful eyes closed under perfect brows curved in concentration. I let my gaze drift over thick, long hair, made raven against white pillows. Pink lips parted in ecstasy. Her slender body in an arc, pushing up ample tits I wanted to taste. Long, legs spread as she worked a neon pink vibrator between the folds of her pussy.
Get the fuck out, Drake.
My body refused to heed the warning. She slid the length deep inside her. Her soft whimpers filled the room. My lungs ached for air as a ripple of desire shot through me, straining my cock against my zipper. Desperate to touch, to devour, to fuck, I clenched my fists, my body rigid with want. I blinked and averted my gaze, swallowing through the dryness in my mouth. I had to get out of there.
“I need you,” the soft words stalled my movements.
“I’m here, Princess,” the second the words left my mouth, I panicked. Her hands stopped moving. I held my breath, waiting for her to open her eyes, to say something. “Don’t stop, Sia,” I commanded without thinking. And as though we were back in that apartment, she complied, sliding the toy deep inside with a soft moan. I closed my eyes, imagining her supple body over mine, her heat swallowing my cock, remembering the flavor of her skin on my tongue, the look of pleasure on her face as I fucked her hard. Her moans grew louder, snapping my lids open. “Don’t come, Sia,” I ground out. Not trusting myself not to touch her, I remained where I was. “Spread your legs wider.” She did. “Rub your clit while you fuck yourself.” I kept my voice low, but there was enough firmness in it for her to obey. “Don’t come until I say so.”
“Yes,” she moaned as her hand slid over her clit, pressing down. Judging by her flushed features and the sweat shimmering off her skin against the soft lighting, she wouldn’t hold out. I was surprised she hadn’t opened her eyes yet. Was it possible that her fantasy was so intense she couldn’t tell the real thing? Was she that desperate for my touch? I trembled at the knowledge.
