“Smoked bourbon. It’s more of a sipping drink than anything.” She looks at me quizzically. So, I proceed to tell her, “You light a fire with some wood chips. The guys and I usually do this on poker night. Though those are few and far between these days, anyways. You encase the smoke in a glass, let it sit for a bit, then pour your liquor of choice, put a lid on it until the smoke evaporates. It’s a process, but it’s worth it. You can even add a lemon or orange peel if you want.” Giana’s eyes are wide, and she looks intrigued.
“We should do that, not today obviously. You know what I mean.” She leans back in her chair.
“As soon as shit settles down, we’ll make it a plan. You full?” I ask. My plate is wiped clean. Guess I was hungrier than I thought.
“Yes, I’m ready to get in the pool. Let me put these in the house, and I’ll grab the plastic to take care of your shoulder.” Giana is up and out of her seat, grabbing the plates and her glass before I get a chance to help.
“Woman, I can still help, you know?”
“I know, and Drake?” She pauses.
“Yeah, angel.”
“I like taking care of you.” She saunters off. Damn, this woman is a firecracker.
Ten
Giana
Drake and I spent the majority of the day sitting in the pool, him on the step of the shallow end with me standing in front of him. The water kept us cool from the heat and the margaritas had me feeling good, not in a bad way either. Especially when he grabbed my hip, brought me in between his spread legs, and kissed the hell out of me, so much that my hands were deep in his hair. My legs were rubbing back and forth trying to gain the friction I needed to come.
When I felt his fingers move to the edge of my bathing suit bottom, I tipped my head back on a moan, giving him the answer he needed to go further. His tongue licked a path to the edge of my top. My hands clung to his hair, probably pulling more than what was necessary, but Drake built up this need inside me since the moment I laid eyes on him in the hospital.
“I’m going to make you feel good, angel. You just take what I give you.” That’s when he went in for the kill. His thumb glided over my clit, his tongue found my nipple, and I have no idea how that was possible with the top I was wearing. I did what he asked though—I took, and when he needed more room, the two of us worked together to get my bottoms off. If I weren’t so worried about his shoulder, I would have straddled his lap and taken him deep inside me. Instead, he used his thumb on my clit and pivoted his fingers to slide them inside me. I wasn’t ashamed in the least of how wet I was. Drake’s form of foreplay this week has definitely been his words, the way he touches me, not overtly but just enough to leave me feeling him long after he’s done.
“Drake.” A whimper escaped. He worked me harder, his fingers gliding in and out of me while his thumb never stopped moving. Drake took me higher, higher than ever. I was a mumbling, bumbling mess by the time my orgasm took over my body. It took all my power not to collapse on top of him. Drake guided me onto his leg, where I sat down. My hand started to slide down his hard chest, making its way down to his happy trail.
“That was for you, angel. The first time I come won’t be by your hand or mouth. It’s going to be when I’m deep inside your tight pussy. You’ll come so hard, bringing me right along with you so much that we’ll both see stars.”
After that, we hung out in the water for a few more minutes before heading back inside, cleaning up the kitchen, and then turning on a movie. When Drake asked if I would spend the night, I took a leap and said yes. He understood when I said I had to make a quick phone call to my parents. They knew about Drake the moment I came home from the hospital when he came out of surgery. They weren’t surprised in the least that he and I connected so easily. Mom and Dad had me on speaker phone, both of them laughing and cutting up jokes about them wanting grandbabies. I rolled my eyes. It did get me thinking about all the possibilities my future could hold though.
That leads me to where I am now, in Drake’s bed, but his warmth is gone. I was really hoping he’d still be in bed. I sit up, grabbing his pillow and inhaling his scent. One thing is for sure, Drake is one hell of a snuggle partner. If I turned one way, he’d be there with me or have his leg slung over mine. I basked in the attention even if it did have his hard length poking my hip or ass. I’ve never wished for time to speed up. Man, do I want it to now.
I climb out of bed, make my way to the bathroom, do what I need to, and still there’s no sign of him.
“Drake,” I holler while walking out of the bathroom.
“Hey, you.” He comes around the corner. His arm is out of his sling. I raise my eyebrow at him.
“Good morning.” I lean up, wanting a kiss even with a question playing on the tip of my tongue. Drake gives in to me, grabbing my ass and molding our bodies against one another. It’s one of those all-consuming kisses that leaves us breathless.
“I like that kind of good morning,” I tell him. He kisses me again before pulling back and asking, “Will you help me? I’d ask if you want to join me in the shower, but there’s no way I could not give in to temptation, and angel, I no doubt would.”
“There you go with that sweet talk again. This time, I wouldn’t let you pull away either. I’d drop down to my knees, take you in my mouth, and not stop until you came down my throat.” Two can play this game.
“Fuck, I knew there was a fire deep inside you,” he replies. I take the plastic out of his hands.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Go shower. Didn’t you say the guys and their wives were coming today? If you want me here like you said you did, I kind of need to go home, take a shower, and change.” I point down to his shirt I’m wearing with a pair of his boxers that I had to roll up three times.
“Angel, they look better on you than me. You can wear those.” I see the smirk playing on his lips.
“How about no. Go take a shower. Then I’ll rebandage you, grab a quick shower, go home, change, then come back.” He smacks my ass as he walks to the bathroom, not bothering to shut the door. Oh no. Drake drops his boxers, and I get a world class view of his naked ass. He steps in the shower, my eyes glued to his. The shower door is fogged up, and it’s depriving me of the view I was lucky enough to feel all night long.
“Angel, my cell is ringing. Will you answer it?” He knocks me out of my reverie. I nod and go about getting his phone off the nightstand.
“Hello,” I murmur breathlessly, still trying to gulp air into my lungs from being in a sexual trance.
“Hello,” I say again. Still, there’s no answer. What there is in the background is something out of a nineteen seventies porno scene. Don’t ask how I know, I just do. It’s groaning, skin slapping, over-exaggerated moaning, and I’m about to throw up in my mouth.
I don’t think twice. I keep saying “Hello” until I get into the bathroom and wave my hands around like a lunatic to get Drake’s attention. I point at the phone once he sees me.
“Hello,” I state again. I mouth, “Some weirdo is on the phone.” When Drake steps out, he’s in all of his naked glory, and if I weren’t grossed out about this phone call, I would really take the time to look him up and down. I hand Drake the phone. He listens until I assume he hangs up or the caller does.