On the drive back, Meg felt her cell phone vibrate, surprised to see a text from Ross she read the message quickly.
Hey Meg,
Star is in labor! I promised I would let you know. Not sure if you can make it, I know it’s late, but if you want to see this miracle, I suggest you make it here within the hour. She’s close and coming along very nicely.
Ross
Meg thought about the horse farm just outside of Toronto in Newmarket. A friend of hers from university introduced her to the owner of the farm after her third year. She managed to get the owner to agree to an interview. It was her first field assignment in journalism. After completing the assignment over six visits, she interviewed the owner a few times before he handed her over to Ross. Ross was the farmhand on staff, and he took good care of the stables and horses that filled the stalls. He had a definite passion for horses. You could feel it in his words, see it in his eyes as he talked about managing the stables and the horses that had become his family. To this day, she still made the time to visit him once in a while. She enjoyed listening to his stories and absorbing his knowledge. Everything Meg knew about horses, she learned from Ross. The strength, the darkness, determination, their sheer beauty, and the absolute presence of these creatures had always intrigued her.
Ross and Meg grew to enjoy one another’s company over the five years that followed that assignment. He was much older than her, a strong man in his mid-fifties. He handled the ranch well and never once had he backed down from any of these wild and intimidating beasts. Ross was married at one point and lost his wife to a tragic motor vehicle accident. He talked about her often. His face softened and his words were so very kind when he spoke of her. He swore he would never remarry. “She was the love of my life and there will be no other.” She recalled him saying so many times. They never had any children. The farm and stables were his life. Both Ross and Meg became fast friends, and on some level, they simply connected.
Meg looked over to Drake who was staring back at her with his brow furled in question. “I just received a text from a friend of mine.” She watched his lips form a tight line.
“Oh? Who was it? Do you have to go somewhere?”
“Well, kind of, but, I was hoping you could keep me company?”
“What exactly did you have in mind?” He looked at her, a little hesitant and interested at the same time. He really wanted her to himself tonight and all day tomorrow.
“How would you feel about going to a farm with me right now?”
“Now? It’s past nine o’clock.”
“If you’re too tired I understand. I can go alone and meet you later tonight, if that’s okay?”
“No, I don’t need to be anywhere. It’s just,” his voice lowered. “I was hoping to have you all to myself.”
Hearing the disappointment in his voice, Meg felt torn between wanting to see Star deliver her third foal and wanting to be with Drake. The timing couldn’t be worse. But she couldn’t disappoint Ross. Not to mention, she had been waiting on his call, and she didn’t want to miss out on this once in a lifetime opportunity.
“Meggie, it’s okay. Whatever it is, I’ll come with you. We have the rest of the night and all day tomorrow to spend together, but I can promise you we are staying up late and sleeping in tomorrow.”
She leaned into him and placed her hand over his heart where she felt a strong steady beat. “Thank you. You won’t regret this, I promise.” She brushed her lips softly over his before pushing the button to let the privacy window down that separated them from Matt. She quickly provided the address to Matt and sat back, anxiously waiting out the remainder of the drive.
Leaning back into his arms, she made herself comfortable and snuggled closely to his chest, he wrapped both arms around her and squeezed. “So who is Ross and why are we going to a farm?”
“It’s a surprise. You’ll like it, I promise.” At least I hope he will. I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t want to see something this memorable.
On the drive there, Meg filled Drake in on her history with Ross. They arrived at the farm shortly after nine-thirty in the evening.
* * * *
As they approached the barn, Meg could hear Ross’s soft words of encouragement consoling the mare. Drake looked at Meg as though she had lost her mind, wondering what the hell they were doing at a farm this hour of the evening. Above them, the sky was lit up with bright stars; the full moon cast light over the dark wooded area, and Drake pointed up to the sky. “I can’t believe how clear the sky is here. It’s amazing.” He was captivated by the beauty above them and he continued to stare up to the mystical night sky, mesmerized by the bright stars lingering above.
Once at the door, Meg slowly pushed it open, careful not to draw too much attention their way. As soon as they walked in, Meg took note of Ross sitting on his knees in the middle of the barn. His shirt sleeves were rolled up past his elbows exposing his strong muscled arms. And there was Star, laying on her side, her soft pants and heavy grunts echoing in the huge empty barn, painful moans coming from her throat in an effort to deliver her third foal into the world.
Meg stole a look in Drake’s direction. She wanted to take in his expression and see how he felt about being here. His look was one of interest and she could tell he was pleased. He gave her a soft smile and her heart melted in her chest. Ross stayed put and looked toward them. “Hey, Meg. You made it just in time, she’s close.” he said in a low tone, careful not to scare the mare. When they were close enough, Meg bent down and kissed his cheek, thanking him for letting her be here. “I know how important it was for you to see this. I’m happy you made it.” He looked at Drake who was standing close to Meg’s side. “Who’s your friend?”
Ross was protective of Meg; concern etched across his face and he stood. He wiped his hands with the cloth he was holding and shook Drake’s hand.
“Oh, where are my manners,” Meg said hastily. “Ross this is my um…friend, Drake Noble and Drake this is Ross Farrow, a good friend of mine. He’s the one I was telling you about on the drive over here.”
“Hey, man. Nice to meet you,” Ross said and gripped Drake’s hand in a firm handshake.
“Nice to meet you too, Ross. Looks like you got your hands full here, huh?”
“Yeah, you could say that. It’ll all be over soon though,” he said with ease. The two exchanged a friendly once over just before Ross knelt down again to focus on Star.
“I know it sounds like she’s in a lot of pain, but she’s actually doing very well. This little guy should be making his way out any minute now. If you two don’t mind, I’m going to ask that you stand back a little while I get her prepared. She needs to start pushing,” Ross said while pointing in the direction of the hay piled up a short distance away.
“Can we help in any way?” Drake asked with genuine concern in his voice.
“Nah, man, I got this, but if you can be ready just in case I need you that would be great.”
“Yeah, just let us know if you need our help.”
Both Meg and Drake backed up to the stacks of hay piled high against the wall off to the side. The view was perfect from this angle. They stood quietly and waited. Drake stood directly behind Meg, and she leaned back into his broad chest. He wrapped his arms beneath her breasts and held her snug against him. His hands linked together at her front and he whispered. “Friend, huh?” It wasn’t a question, it was a statement. Regret filled her, but when she turned her head to look up at him, he smiled, chuckling into her ear. He kissed her lobe tenderly.
I could lose myself in this man every time he’s near me. Not quite sure how to respond to him, she drank in his beauty. He loosened his hold and one large hand reached up to touch her cheek. “You’re special to me, Meggie. You are so special to me,” he whispered just before he leaned in and brushed his lips lightly over hers. Star made a loud grunt, and they both looked toward the mare to see what was happening. Watching her give birth was pure magic. She did so with finesse, and although this must have been painful, she was in control and at such ease with herself. Meg’s heart swelled with emotion at how courageous and strong Star appeared to be.
The little foal’s head was fully exposed. His long neck, followed by the rest of his body glided out with ease. Drake squeezed Meg gently and rested his chin on her head. “This is amazing. I have never in my life seen anything quite like this, Meggie. I’m lucky to be here with you and sharing this moment.”
“I agree. It’s not every day you see this sort of thing happening. It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Meg quickly pulled Drake’s hand up to her mouth and brushed her lips gently across his knuckles before she put his hand back to where it was, wrapped around her, just below her breasts. He felt good against her; she felt protected and adored.
Drake held her in his arms; she felt good there, like she belonged. He couldn’t believe his luck that he had found the perfect woman. Now all he had to do was slow down in the business world, take a breath, and go with what felt right to him. Meggie Malone had changed his outlook on life, and she was by far the most incredible woman he had ever met. Nothing and no one compared to how she made him feel. He felt like the luckiest man in the world around her. She was sweet, beautiful, and she made him laugh. He never thought he would find someone that would catch his attention the way she did. She made him want things in life that he never thought he’d want until he met her. Mine. He squeezed her.
Ross turned briefly to look at them. “He’s coming. Come closer you two, get a look at this.”
Slowly, they approached as Ross helped the foal by pulling him all the way out and then cutting the long cord that bound the two together. Star looked exhausted, laying there. Her head rested gingerly on the floor and her breathing was quick and loud. The foal struggled to stand up for the first time; he was so adorable. His back legs stretched out straight beneath him, his front legs were bent slightly and he shook uncontrollably as he tried to find some sort of balance. With unsteady legs and after a few attempts, he finally made his way up on all fours. Now standing at full attention and a little off balance, he stood tall after all that effort. “Just look at him, he’s beautiful,” Meg whispered to both men in admiration.
“So, Meg, what would you like to name him?”
“Really, Ross? You want me to name him? Are you serious?” She looked from Ross to Drake and back to Ross again with a smile plastered over her face, “This is a lot of pressure, and I’m not sure what to name him.” Meg said as emotion welled inside her.
“It’s just a name, Meg,” Ross said while staring back at her.
“I know, but he’s special. Just look at him, he looks so much like Star. He has that same little white patch between his eyes with all that dark black hair. I don’t know,” she replied unable to contain her obvious excitement. “Okay, just give me a minute, let me think.”
In less than five minutes, she came up with the perfect name. “Sable,” she blurted out.
“Sable,” Ross repeated. “Really, Meg, you’re sure?”
“Hey, you said I could name him, right?”
“Okay,” he said wearily as he shook his head. “Sable it is.”
Meg’s face lit up, and Drake stared lovingly at the baby foal. He repeated the name out loud a few times. “I like it.” He decided. “I think it’s perfect. How did you come up with that name?” He asked, eyeing Meg curiously.
“A friend of mine had a dog when I was a little girl and she named him Sable. I’ve always liked that name. It’s unique.” Meg thought back to her childhood and continued. “Every Christmas, I asked for a dog named Sable.”
“Did you ever get the dog?” Drake asked.
Meg shook her head, “No, sadly enough, but I kept asking,” she laughed lightly. “Apparently, my dad was allergic to dogs and my mom allergic to cats. Surprising, isn’t it?”
Both Drake and Ross laughed in unison. “I’m sorry,” Drake says, with a kind look in his eyes.
“It’s okay. I’m over it, now,” she said and smiled back at both men.
* * * *
An hour later, Drake and Meg made it back to the hotel with their bags in tow from the little gift shop in Niagara-on-the-Lake. They were tired as hell but didn’t care. They needed to be close to one another, to be intimate, after sharing such a wonderful day together. They also didn’t know when they would see one another again after Monday. Drake was going on a business trip that would take him across the world, and Meg had her work cut out for her at the office in an attempt to finalize the sale. These last twenty-four hours had been the best hours of Meg’s life, and she wasn’t quite sure where she fit into his future plans, but she prayed she’d fit in somewhere. “You go ahead and jump in the shower, Meggie. I have a few calls to make,” he suggested as he motioned her toward the washroom. Meg didn’t argue with him. She was tired and a shower would help her re-energize.
* * * *
It felt like it was taking forever to dry her hair when the thing she wanted to do most was the man in the next room. Her body was revved up and she felt daring. She wanted to be wrapped up in him. Finally, she left the washroom sporting a hotel towel. She made her way back to the bedroom, and he stood there, looking sinfully delicious. Meg watched while he continued his conversation. She could tell right away it was a business call; his tone and demeanor changed from playful to one of authority. She calculated his thoughts, studied him, and tried to be patient. He hadn’t noticed she was right there in the same room with him or at least he hadn’t acknowledged her presence yet.
Meg took in her surroundings and found what she was looking for. She snagged a white undershirt from Drake’s suitcase and pulled the material down over her head before the towel fell to the floor. When she looked in his direction, she realized he was now watching her every move. His eyes traveled up and down her body in a possessive way, telling her without words that she was his.
He placed his hand over the mouth piece and whispered, “Hey, I didn’t say you could get dressed. I want you naked.” His eyes narrowed as if she were betraying his every need. He continued to take her in while maintaining a conversation at the same time. Meg knew she would be completely useless at any form of multitasking around Drake Noble, and she admired his ability to do business and focus on her at the same time. His unshaven face had grown darker throughout the day. The look appealed to her every desire and she was captivated by the sexy edge it gave him. His dark eyes were tempting her, calling to her without uttering a word.
Teasingly, she lifted the shirt over her head and threw it aside. She felt completely hypnotized by him. Decidedly, she put on a little show, hoping to get him to end that annoying call he was on. She moved her hands over the surface of her tummy and upward, where she cupped her bare breasts. With a strained expression on his face, he watched her. She continued to caress and massage both breasts at the same time. Pulling and pinching her already erect nipples, forming them into tight peaks. With a sultry look, she moved one hand downward and touched herself. She threw her head back giving him the full effect of what she was feeling, what she wanted. When she looked over to where he stood, one hand held the phone while the other combed through his hair in frustration, her actions clearly arousing him to the point of frustration.
Meg wanted the call to end, now. She strummed her fingers over her clit, circled and massaged the ache that settled there. Her need for him growing more intense with each passing moment. Her hand reached down lower and she inserted two digits inside her wet channel. Her fingers glistened from her juices and she slowly traced a line up to her breasts where she rubbed and pulled each nipple before she moved her fingers up to her mouth. She traced the outline of her bottom lip before closing her mouth around them. Meg blocked out all thoughts with the exception of Drake. She opened her eyes and looked over, watched him under lowered eyelashes. She drank him in slowly before deciding to pick it up a notch. She slowly walked over toward him, grabbed the front of his jeans and pulled down the zipper with one purpose in mind. The head of his penis peeked out over his briefs, and Meg stroked her finger across the tip of his erection. She gathered up the pre-cum that settled there and slowly drew her hand toward her mouth where she slipped her finger past her lips. The act was erotic and she had him right where she wanted him. He was losing his mind. She closed her eyes and absorbed the taste of him. The taste of salty liquid made her desire grow even stronger, and she let out a satisfied hum of appreciation just before she licked her lips. His jaw flexed in reaction, his pupils dilated and his eyelids grew heavy. He was fixated on that mouth of hers.
Meg dropped to her knees in front of him and pulled down his jeans and tight boxer shorts with one quick shrug, right down to his ankles where they remained rested at his feet. His shaft was hard, long and bold. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Immediately, his hand wrapped around the length of his shaft and he stroked once, twice. With the phone settled between his ear and shoulder, his other hand reached down to the back of her head and he guided her mouth to cover his erection, pushing her to him until he was fully encased in her mouth. He wasn’t gentle in his action; he was too far gone with the need to be buried balls deep in that pretty mouth of hers.
Meg withdrew him from the warmth of her mouth and fisted him with her hand. She stroked his length gently before tightening her grip and stroking him again and again. His eyes grew dark and wild, his need evident from when his lips formed a tight line. Meg continued to tease and frustrate him with her touch, not giving him what she knew he wanted. She moved her hand lower and cupped his balls and proceeded to massage gently, making him crazy. She lowered her mouth and licked the heavy sack and around the delicate tissue before she took his balls fully into her mouth and suckled gently. She licked all the way up his length again, leaving a trail of soft bites before she settled on the mushroomed head of his erection. She applied a little pressure with her tongue to the sensitive underside. She knew that particular move made him wild. She continued to lick and nibble, working her mouth around him. Finally, Meg loosened her jaw and took him fully into her mouth to the back of her throat. He tightened his grip on her hair and Meg continued to swallow the length of him until she felt his balls touch her chin. The taste of him tickled her senses, and she took pleasure in the act. His legs trembled a little. He was close.
He gripped her hair in a firm hold and tilted her head back slightly where he made direct eye contact with her. Her mouth was filled with him and her lips stretched over the silky smoothness of his hard shaft. Meg watched the torment and the fire in his eyes. His expression was almost pained with the need to release but he still held that damn phone.
“I think I’m losing you,” he finally said into the mouthpiece. “Hello? Hello?” He said just before Meg heard the phone land on the floor next to her feet, the carpet cushioning its fall. Drake leaned down and a loud popping sound filled the air when he quickly pulled out of her mouth. He picked her up quickly in his arms and threw her on the bed. Meg giggled in delight and looked up to meet his gaze. He was staring down at her with lust filled eyes. He quickly pulled the remainder of his clothes off, and her face grew serious as she watched him shed his clothes. He couldn’t get naked quickly enough.
He settled on his knees directly in front of her, his voice was less controlled than usual and then he cleared his throat. “Fuck, Meggie, what you do to me, suck me, take all of me,” he said. She sat up and did as he asked. “That’s it, baby, faster, suck harder,” he was almost there, his balls tightened and his words made her hungry and eager to please him. She sucked harder and took him back further than before. He threw his head back one last time and groaned loudly when his release pulsated through his body and hot semen shot down Meg’s throat. He called her name over and over, tightening his grip on her hair with every spurt of semen that made its way down her throat. His body shook uncontrollably from the after effects. She swallowed every last drop of the salty liquid and then slid her mouth upward where her teeth sank in lightly. She bit down gently around the head and tickled the tip with her tongue sending one last shiver through him.
Unable to take it any longer, the sensations were too much, Drake pulled away. He stood her up. “Come here,” he said, his breath was uneven and shallow. He pulled her into his embrace and lifted her off the bed into his arms. Meg wrapped both legs around his waist, he kissed her hungrily, and with two long strides, he sat her down on the lounge chair in the corner of the room and knelt down directly in front of her. He worshiped her, and he wanted to show her exactly how much.
Drake took both her legs and spread them apart placing each leg on either side of the arm rest. Meg was completely and utterly exposed to him and the anticipation of having his mouth on her, sent a quiver through her and straight to her throbbing clit. He stared at her pussy with hunger. His eyes shifted back to meet hers momentarily. Both of them were heated, and without a word, his head was between her legs, trailing light kisses and nibbling along the insides of her inner thighs before he bit down just enough to deliver a little pain, immediately followed by a soothing suckle from his luscious mouth. Pleasure shot straight through her followed by her soft moan of approval.
His mouth was wicked, and every nerve ending in her body came to life. He sucked hard where he bit down on her inner thigh. The sting still lingered and she knew he marked her. His breath was hot, and she felt completely intoxicated as he kissed a path to the opening of her vagina. Her clit throbbed with expectancy and eager for his mouth. Finally, he settled his mouth on the tightened nerve endings and licked lightly, she moaned at the sensation and then he bit down gently. The sounds escaping her throat grew louder, and he didn’t linger in the same place for long. He was devouring her with his mouth, touching her everywhere. Teasing and tantalizing her, his tongue worked through her folds like magic before settling at her entrance. The evidence of her desire spilled freely down between her buttocks. She was so wet and so ready for him. He continued slowly to suck and lick around the outside, driving her completely insane for more. Meg wanted to feel him inside her, filling her. Her body screamed for him to take her.
She stilled herself when she felt the warmth of an orgasm move through her womb and the sweetest sensation built from deep within. The buildup was strong and growing fast, leaving her gasping for air, and she pushed her pelvis forward into his mouth. She needed to come, needed just a little more pressure to put her over the edge. “Drake, please,” she begged, “Do something, I need…”
He stopped and met her gaze, the blue of his eyes almost black, and Meg thought he had to be the absolute sexiest man alive. “What do you need, Meggie? Tell me.”
“I need you to do something, make me come, please.”
“Tell me how to make this better for you. Come on, baby, just say it. Tell me what you want.”
Drake wanted to hear her say it, to hear her sultry voice begging him for more. “You’re so sweet, Meggie. You taste so good. I could spend the entire night feasting on you.”
She let out another soft moan. The words came so natural to him. He sounded so hot and sexy with every word that passed his lips. Meg was too embarrassed to reciprocate. She didn’t think it would sound as hot spewing from her mouth.
He continued teasing her with his mouth, driving her to the brink of insanity. He stroked his thumb across her clit lightly, and Meg thrust forward. Each time she was almost there, he eased back, taking any amount of pressure with him, not giving her that release she was growing frantic for. He was tormenting her and working her into frenzy. “Ah, that feels so good. Do it again, Drake, please, I need to come.” Meg was near tears. She was borderline desperate with the need to climax. All she needed was that little push to send her flying over the edge. She lowered her hand to touch herself, he pushed her hand away.
“Oh no, you don’t. Your orgasm is mine. I will give you what you need, stay with me, focus on me, tell me how to touch you, Meggie. What do you want me to do? I won’t let you come until you tell me exactly what it is you want,” he demanded in a low sexy growl.
Meg opened her eyes and tried to sit up a little. She removed her grip from the arms of the chair. Her legs remained open to him and she fought desperately to keep them parted, but God knew how much she wanted to squeeze them together to ease the ache that pulsated through her womb. She managed to grab on to both sides of his head and guided his mouth directly to her straining clit, forcing his lips to rest directly on the tight bundle of nerves. All thread of self-control and embarrassment were tossed aside; she no longer cared that she looked desperate. Meg rubbed against his mouth with enough force to take what she needed, but he pulled back and grinned up at her before shaking his head in disappointment.
“What? Drake, you’re killing me. I need you to do something or I’m going to die here. Please, I’m begging you.” Anxiety and desperation was clear in her voice and she wore a wild look on her beautiful face. He smirked back at her with that fuck me grin of his, his lips were moist from her juices. He was fully erect and so fucking gorgeous, Meg wanted to crawl inside his skin.
“I want to hear you say it, Meggie. Tell me what you want, just say it, baby.”
Her face grew serious. I can do this. I can say it. It was clearly important for him to know she was gaining a level of comfort with him and to show she trusted him. She went silent for a moment as she worked it all out in her head.
“You’re thinking far too much, Meggie. Don’t think, just feel and say what it is you want. Share that side of yourself with me.” He was pressuring her and taking her out of her comfort zone but he didn’t care. She would get past the initial embarrassment and those walls would come tumbling down soon enough. She was sexy and vibrant, and he wanted her to be vocal in his presence. He loved taking from her, but he wanted her to take from him as well.
Her voice was unrecognizable as she uttered the words. “I need you to suck my clit and bite down a little in that way you do, that little jolt of pain sets me on fire. And when I come, I want you to lean me over this chair on all fours and fuck me from behind, so hard and fast that I won’t be able to walk for days.” There I said it. Now give me what I’m asking for, damn it.
Well, now that was more than he bargained for. Drake cursed low under his breath as he listened to every word that poured out of that hot mouth of hers. She didn’t even finish that last sentence before his mouth took possession of hers. He pulled away and their gaze connected briefly, the look between them heated and wild beyond words. He was pleased. Fuck, he was more than pleased.
“That’s it, Meggie. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Do you have any idea how hot you are right now?” His head lowered between her legs and went directly to the place that needed his attention the most. He sucked and pressed into her with eagerness, the friction from his mouth created a maelstrom of desire that rocketed through her body. Meg moaned out loud at the sensations. She exploded in his mouth, every nerve ending came to life and then she completely came undone around him. He bit down lightly on the bundle of nerves, sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.
She stilled when she felt him gather her juices and trail slowly downward to the tight forbidden hole where he massaged and coated the area. She let out a small gasp and her eyes flew open. She fixed her gaze on him and he stared back at her. “Trust me, Meggie. This won’t hurt, just trust me to pleasure you, relax your body.”
She wanted to, but this was so personal, so intimate. She lay back against the back of the chair and relaxed, she trusted him. The sensation of his touch in that forbidden part of her was different than any other way he had touched her. The area was sensitive, igniting a different feeling within her. It was like nothing she had ever felt. She had to admit it was driving her wild. A warm sensation ran its way through her entire lower region taking her by surprise. Everything melted inside her, her clit grew tighter, more sensitive. She was breathless from the orgasm he just gave her, and she moaned softly at the new sensations she was experiencing.
“Trust me, Meggie, to pleasure you. I would never hurt you. Doesn’t it feel good?” He continued to talk to her, all the while stroking and rubbing the area gently.
“Ahhh, Drake, that does feel good, so, so good,” she muttered, she was barely audible. She relaxed herself around his touch. She arched her pelvis upward, taking every bit of pleasure he was giving her. She let him explore.
“Relax, baby. Close your eyes and just feel, feel me touching you, pleasing you, stroking you.” His finger dipped inside her channel again; her womb pulsated at the feel of his fingers filling her. The muscles there squeezed and gripped his finger. She was lost all over again. She could only hear the sound of his voice; his words were becoming more and more distant. His erotic words reached out to her, he took over her every thought, her every emotion and every desire. She gave herself over to him, and let him take complete control.
He pulled out slowly, “You’re so wet, Meggie. You should see yourself, I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as you are right now. There’s no greater pleasure than watching you come undone. Watching how I make you feel; you’re stunning,” he assured her.
He caressed her folds slowly with his finger and gathered up the juices before moving slowly downward towards the tight forbidden hole where he massaged the area just before the tip of his finger leisurely made its way back in. “Relax, Meggie, just feel, lose yourself to me, think only of the sensations, does it feel good?”
“Oh, God, yes.” Her breathing was quick and shallow, and she focused all her energy on the new sensations. Her tummy tightened and she moaned in response. The feel of his finger worked its way slowly through the tight entrance. Deeper and deeper, he worked his way inside of her. His finger wiggled around a little, allowing her to adjust to the feel of something foreign invading the forbidden area. Every muscle clenched as he went in deeper, until finally she felt the tight ring of muscles deep inside give way surprising her with renewed warmth that settled deep inside her. This was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Drake maneuvered farther inside urging her to relax and he pumped her with his finger, in and out. It no longer hurt and Meg was overwhelmed with an undeniable urge to climax. His hot breath lingered over her sex, his lips pressed against her clitoris, and he bit lightly, sending a jolt of electricity through her and then he sucked greedily at the tight bundle of nerves.
Meg’s entire world detonated behind closed eyelids; her body shook in uncontrollable measure. The orgasm was strong, her body quivered violently at the loss of control she was feeling. She screamed his name and dug into his forearms. Her nails sank into his skin, and she thought for sure she might have drawn blood. She bit down on her lower lip trying to stop herself from screaming, but her moans were loud and Drake thought he would come just listening to her. She was undeniably gorgeous and the sounds she made were like music to his ears. He loved seeing her come undone like this. He could spend his entire life bringing her pleasure. Drake removed his finger and continued to blow softly over her clit, her womb pulsated, spasms wracked her inner walls and slowly, he brought her down. She begged him to stop, and then begged him to continue. She had no idea what she wanted anymore. She was incoherent.
“I can’t take it anymore, Drake, please,” but he didn’t let up. He gently but firmly pushed her upper body to rest against the back of the chair and he held her hips in a firm hold. He lowered his mouth to her folds and continued to bring her down from an earth-shattering orgasm, one that she had no idea existed until now.
Unashamed, Meg opened her eyes when she felt him move away; she stared back at him and smiled. His face was strained with hunger for her and there was no doubt in her mind he wanted to pound into her. His jaw flexed uncontrollably, he reached down and pulled her toward him. Meg stood up on shaking legs and he turned her around where she moved over the seat of the chair on all fours. The familiar sound of a foil packet ripped open behind her, just before she felt his hard erection against her entrance. In one quick thrust, he was all the way in, buried deep inside her. “Meggie, you’re so tight. You feel so good.” His finger went down to the forbidden part of her again, rubbing gently he said, “One day, I’m going to take you here,” he promised. “But there’s lots of time for that.” The thought of Drake taking her that way toyed with her mind. How would he possibly fit, he was huge and although it felt good to play around a little in that area, she just couldn’t imagine him taking her there.
His thrusts were hard in and out over and over again, she felt another orgasm approaching, building from the feel of his hard shaft hitting something so far deep inside her it was almost painful but the kind of pain you begged for.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded. Meg moved her right hand between her thighs and placing two fingers over her clit where she started to work slowly over the bundle of tight nerves. She applied a little more pressure and worked her fingers quickly in a circular motion, faster and faster until she was panting and moaning out loud. Drake picked up the pace and slammed in to her harder and harder until another orgasm took over. It didn’t take long as Meg was still tingling everywhere from the previous orgasms.
Every muscle in her womb sent spasms through her throbbing channel. Meg clenched down on his shaft and squeezed her inner muscles and sent him right over the edge with her. He bore into her one last time before she heard him groan in satisfaction. He rested both his hands on the armrest on either side of her, his head rested on her back, his breathing was fast and hard, and he kissed her gently between her shoulder blades before pulling out. She heard the condom drop inside the garbage, and she closed her eyes. She had never felt this exhausted.
Drake reached down and pulled Meg’s limp body into his arms. He carried her to the bed and pulled back the comforter, and gently, he laid her down and kissed her passionately. His tongue penetrated past her lips, finding hers, where they danced lazily around one another, falling into a rhythm of their own.
He pulled back and his gaze fell upon her face. “That was incredible, and you are so beautiful, so perfect, I can’t get enough of you. Tell me you’ll wait for me. I need to know you’ll be here when I get back.”
She stared back into perfectly shaped, beautiful dark blue eyes and watched while he searched her face for a response. Meg’s eyes filled unexpectedly. She felt lost to him at this moment, but how is it possible to feel this strongly about someone you just met? There was no denying the chemistry between them, but she feared waking up one day and realizing this is all but a dream. She worried what would happen Monday after he left. What if he never returns? What if this is it for us? One weekend of hunger, lust, and, God, what can I say to him? More than anything, she wanted to trust that he would come back to her.
“Drake, hold me, please hold me.” He didn’t hold her. In fact, he moved to stand beside the bed and looked down at her with a blank expression on his face. Meg knew what he wanted to hear, that she would wait for him. He looked vulnerable to her for the first time since they had met. A look of regret quickly shadowed his features. Clearly, he wanted to know how she felt about him and where they stood with one another. But if she reciprocated, it would open her heart up again to the possibility of being hurt. She couldn’t lose him twice. The first time was difficult enough.
His head lowered, “I’ll be right back. I’m going to take a quick shower,” he said. He arched an eyebrow, “Would you like to join me?” Meg knew she should, but her legs would give out from under her if she tried to stand, and she needed the time to think about the words he just shared with her. The same words she waited her entire life to hear from that special someone. And this man was perfect in every way.
“No, you go ahead. I’ll wait for you.” She knew he was disappointed, and she was being a bit of an ass. Why couldn’t she find the courage to tell him how she really felt? Tell him how this weekend had been the most incredible weekend of her entire life. That she was falling fast and hard for him, and more than anything she had ever wanted, she wanted to see him again. What’s wrong with me?
Drake’s head hung low, and he quickly disappeared in to the bathroom. He worried about Meg’s reaction and thought maybe he was moving too quickly. He wasn’t even sure himself how long he would be in Japan this time. He had full intentions of concluding any business he had left there before returning this time. He didn’t want to go back and leave her behind again. He sure as hell knew what he wanted. He wanted her, heart and soul, and he wanted forever. Fuck that, I’m not giving up. Once the deal in Japan was finalized, he had full intentions of slowing down. There would be a lot less traveling required, and he could easily run things from his corporate office in New York. He himself was taken aback by his asking her to wait. But he didn’t hesitate before he said it. Never once had he told a woman he wanted her to wait for him. But it felt right and he wasn’t planning to give up on her.
* * * *
What Meg felt for Drake was real. So real, in fact, that she didn’t want to think past Monday and the emptiness that awaited her. She feared losing what had quickly become the biggest part of her. If he didn’t return to her or call, she knew she would have a hard time getting over the same man twice.
With a towel wrapped low around his waist, he approached the bed. He looked around the room for his cell, and after locating it on the floor, he plugged it in. He pulled the towel off and let it fall to the floor and gloriously naked, he lay down next to her. He pulled the covers over them and wrapped his arm around the curve of Meg’s waist. His hand moved up to cup her bare breast and he tweaked her nipple into a hard point. After pulling her hair back and to the side and away from her face, he kissed her gently on the neck where he trailed kisses slowly upward to her jaw. He turned Meg so she was laying flat on her back and he possessed her mouth. He kissed her hard. Everything he felt was poured into that kiss and she reciprocated. Passion and desire quickly turned to fire, and he owned her. After they made love, no words were spoken between them. He moved back to his side of the bed, rolled over to the nightstand, and turned the lights out. “Good night, Meggie,” he murmured softly in her ear as he wrapped himself around her.
Meg was encased in complete darkness and her world went into absolute despair; fear took over, and suddenly, she found it difficult to breathe. Her chest grew heavy from the weight she recalled pinning her body to the bed that one horrible night. She wanted to yell to scream for help but tried her best to remain silent.
There was nothing more than blackness surrounding her, and despite the fact that the one man she knew she was safe with lay next to her, holding her close to him, she still couldn’t breathe. Only the sound of Drake’s light and steady breathing could be heard just before anxiety took over and the sound of blood echoed and gushed rapidly through her ears.
Drake felt her body tense up, he held her tightly, but even snug against his chest, he could feel her tremble and shake in his grasp. A light sweat covered her entire body, and he knew something was wrong.
Memories flashed through her head painfully pulling her back into that dark night eight years ago. A large hand covered her lips, the taste of blood was evident, and heavy tape kept her from opening her mouth. She gasped for air when a low whimper escaped her throat,
“Meggie, you’re shaking. Are you okay?” Drake’s hands wandered over her body; she was shaking uncontrollably, and he heard the sound that escaped her a moment ago. “Are you cold?” His voice was etched in concern, and he tucked the comforter around her. She was still shaking. She didn’t respond. He kissed her shoulder gently and then rolled over to the lamp on his side of the bed. A dim light filled the room and the darkness disappeared. Meg sat upright in bed and gulped for air. She shook off her fears. She was safe here with him, in his arms. She caught her breath and took a moment to gather herself together.
“What is it, Meggie? Are you okay? Did I say something earlier to upset you? If I’m moving too fast, just say so. You don’t need to tell me how you feel right now. I can wait,” he assured her, his voice was soft and pleading.
Meg was quite shaken up, but she had to get through this without telling him she was afraid of the dark. “No, Drake,” her voice came out shaky. She rolled over to face him. God, he is so incredibly beautiful. She cupped his face in her unsteady hands, “I just want to see you and watch you while you sleep. I want to see your face,” she assured him.
He pulled her close and kissed her forehead before he laid his head back on the pillow. One arm extended up and over his head. He looked comfortable. His other hand made its way behind Meg’s neck and she moved to place her head on his shoulder and she watched him. She explored the beauty of his features; she could never get tired of looking at him. His hair was disheveled from their love making, and she took in every detail of his profile.
* * * *
It was quiet, and Meg could hear his steady breath relax into a deep sleep. “Drake, are you still awake?” she whispered a few moments later.
He kept his eyes closed and responded. “Yes, Meggie, I’m still awake.”
He sounded tired and part of her wanted to let him sleep. But she needed to get this out there and off her chest. “When you leave on Monday, will you call me or text me, you know, to keep in touch?”
“Meggie, I will text you every day, every hour if that’s what it takes. I hate the thought of being away from you for so long. Especially now when everything is so new between us,” he replied. Meg sensed his concern. She could tell by the seriousness in his tone that he meant every word. She decided it was time she took a chance on him. He was worth waiting for, and she trusted him. She felt safe in his arms.
“Me, too, I don’t know what I’m going to do with you so far away, but I want you to come back. I want to see you again, be with you exactly like this.” She lifted her head from his shoulder to get a better view. “You know, I’ve never felt this way about anyone before, not like this. And I have to admit, I’m scared. It all feels too good to be true you know, as if I’m in some sort of wonderful dream and what if I wake up tomorrow and it all comes to an end? I’m falling for you, Drake Noble. If you leave here and I don’t hear from you again, I want you to know this meant something to me.”
His smile was glorious and lit up his entire face, exposing perfect straight white teeth. He lifted Meg so that she was lying on top of him. He stilled her with his hands and cupped her face. “Meggie, do you have any idea how much I needed to hear that from you? I had no idea how you felt. I know we have chemistry, but I want so much more with you. Knowing that you feel something is growing between us the same way I do, just hearing you say it, you’ve just made me the happiest man in the world.”
He leaned up and brushed his chiseled lips gently over hers, she took him into a deep kiss followed by a nibble on his lower lip and gently bit down on the fullness before she slipped her tongue inside and possessed his mouth. Her hands explored very inch of his chest, gliding appreciatively over his pectorals, travelling slowly downward over those big strong muscled arms before settling back on his chest again. His hands moved down to grasp her hips, holding her in place where he aligned the apex of her sex with his full erection. His fingers dug in just a little before she broke away from his mouth and stared back into those blue eyes of his.
They made love again that night and took their time, exploring, touching, and holding one another closely. The lamp stayed on and Meg watched as he fell into a deep sleep. She simply watched him and absorbed all that was shared between them this past weekend before she finally drifted off to sleep with her head on his chest.