LEMON AHEAD! Please do not read if you are underage.
Riley and Drake's first morning in his family's house in the woods. Unexpected visitors, and like I said, LEMON!
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He could feel a lump in his throat. It replayed over and over in his head. In his dreams, he never got in front of her in time, and he saw her get shot again and again. He could feel a dry sob in his throat, growing with frustration until a warm hand cupped his jaw.
“Drake,” a voice whispered, ”wake up, Drake. It’s ok. Everything is ok.”
He leaned towards the voice. It sounded safe, full of concern, finally breaking the relentless cycle of Riley getting hit by that bullet. His eyes opened with a start.
There she was.
The beauty of her face was still apparent in the relative dark of early morning. Sparse sunlight was streaming in through the curtains. He breathed. I’m home.
The fast beating of his heart and the rapid rise and fall of his chest slowed as he looked into her eyes. “Sorry if I scared you,” he whispered, lifting his large hand to stroke the side of her face.
She smiled. “You were thrashing around a lot, but....”
She bit her lip, unsure of the best way to continue, “…but you’ve been through a lot in the last few days. Bad dreams aren’t surprising.”
He nodded somberly. They adjusted, both lying on their sides, facing each other. The longer he looked at her, the more his dream faded into nothingness. She was here, in front of him. Alive. Safe.
He sighed, pulling her body against his into a deep kiss. Her lips were soft and lazy with sleep, moving against his slowly. Running his hand down her back, he was shocked to realize that she was still completely naked.
He inhaled with surprise, his hands moving down her backside as he squeezed. She yelped lightly in shock, pulling her free hand up to tangle her fingers in his hair.
A naked Riley. Here. In bed with me.
He could barely believe his luck.
Even though it had only been hours, he needed her again. His hand moved down the front of her body to between her legs, she parted them and leaned back, giving him better access. He chuckled. She wants this as badly as I do.
He pushed her onto her back, leaning down to kiss her mouth, his tongue teasing hers for a second before he moved away, leaving slow, wet kisses on her jaw, down her neck, in between her breasts.
He relished in the sounds she made, gasping and moaning, her fingers running sporadically over his arms and back. He wanted badly to get on top of her and bury himself deep, as deep as he could, inside of her. But his mind kept going back to how she came the night before – with that gasp. He shuddered. More than anything, even more than he wanted to be inside of her, he needed to hear her gasp again.
His hand trailed up to her inner thigh, his fingers moving to her most sensitive area. They shifted, roughly up and down, as she pushed herself towards him. He tried in vain to slow himself down, but couldn’t help his hands from moving desperately against her. From the sighs and moans coming from her parted lips, she didn’t seem to mind.
He took a moment to look at Riley, her eyes squeezed closed as her arms were rigid on her sides, fingers gripping the mattress. Her dark hair flowed in waves around her shoulders as she moved against his hand. Her breasts shook in rhythm with her, and her hard nipples were a deep pink contrast against her bronzed, lightly freckled skin.
He gulped dryly, amazed at his luck for the second time since he woke up.
Lifting his other hand from the mattress, he sucked a finger before pushing it inside of her. He sighed, amazed at how he affected this woman, the smooth velvet of her insides soaked through and through. He pushed in another finger, moving in and out of her rhythmically with one hand, the other still moving against her pleasure point.
Her back arched as her excitement rose. She breathed his name, twice, then three times. “Drake…”
Her voice sounded like an elastic rubber band that might soon break, stretched by the expanse of her desire. He exhaled sharply, watching, waiting for the release he was working so steadily towards.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Drake cursed under his breath as someone rapped against his front door. Riley sat up completely, her lips parted with shock. Who on earth could be here so early?
Riley met his gaze, mirroring the irritation he felt. Her eyes were wide and dark with want. Drake wanted nothing more than to go to the door and yell at whoever interrupted them.
He cleared his throat, “I should….go see who that is.”
She groaned as her fingers moved down her stomach, starting to touch herself tentatively.
“Don’t,” he whispered, pulling her hand away. He breathed heavily, his eyes making unwavering contact with hers. “I want to do it myself.”
With that, he threw on some sweat pants and a t-shirt and closed the bedroom door behind him.
***
Riley cursed as Drake left the room. “Fuck.”
She leaned back onto the bed, her forearm resting on her forehead. She had been so close. Her body was still buzzing and bubbling with excitement inside of her. She squeezed her legs together. She wanted so badly to finish herself off before heading outside. It would literally take seconds.
But the way Drake had looked at her when he asked her not to….
She swallowed hard. She would wait for him. She squeezed her legs again, feeling the rise in her still present, and so close…
But she would wait.
Liam’s voice came from the front door, muffled. Oh shit, Riley thought, grabbing her jeans from the floor and pulling them on quickly. She ducked under the bed and looked around for her shirt, but couldn’t find it.
She felt the guilt settling into her stomach. Since she contacted Liam for help with Drake’s truck the day before, she hadn’t looked at her phone or contacted him once.
“How’s Riley?” she heard Liam’s muffled voice through the door, the concern evident.
How could she have forgotten to contact Liam, after everything with the assassins going on? She needed to get out there and apologize.
Shit, she thought again, throwing the comforter and pillows around, desperate at this point to find something to cover up with.
Finally, she opened the door to Drake’s closet, grabbing a soft, grey sweatshirt off a hanger. She pulled it on, relishing for only a moment in how much it smelled like Drake. It had a faded “Cordonia University” logo on it, making Riley’s heart pang painfully, thinking of the boy who had left university to take care of his best friend years ago.
To her annoyance, Drake didn’t have a mirror in his room, so Riley ran her fingers through her hair, quickly trying to smooth it, and exhaled sharply. That would have to do.
She stepped outside quickly and walk-ran into the living room. “I’m so sor—“
The look on Liam’s face stopped her dead in her tracks. His eyes widened, his gaze was harder than she was used to. It dawned on her that he hadn’t been expecting her to be there.
His eyes went up and down over her sweatshirt, and she could’ve sworn she saw him frown, almost indiscernibly. His eyes lingered on her face, just a little too long. It made Riley shift uncomfortably. He smiled quickly, but she knew him well enough to know it was a mask.
“Riley, I..”
“Sorry, Liam. I know I should’ve texted, or called, but we just got preoccupied…” she clamped her lips shut, wishing she hadn’t said anything.
His fake smile grew wider, “I understand! Drake probably had some,” his eyes ran over her face and sweatshirt again, “--things to attend to.”
His eyes turned back to Drake, his face relaxing slightly into something more genuine, “I’m so glad you’re ok. Just wanted to come say hi and talk for a minute about the- er, situation in court.”
Riley was about to say something else when she caught sight of her reflection. Her hair was unmistakably sex-tousled, her cheeks were still bright pink, and she could see just the hint of a hickey on her jaw. Her cheeks were growing progressively warmer.
As if it wasn’t enough she had turned Liam down recently, now she was basically rubbing it in his face. She held her composure, and cleared her throat.
“I’m sorry, gentlemen, but I think I’m going to run take a shower.”
Without waiting for a response, Riley turned a heel and left the room, rushing towards the bathroom with clipped steps.
She shut the door quickly and sat down on the edge of the bathtub, her head in her hands. Liam.
She didn’t like him romantically, but she had never wanted to hurt him. It couldn’t be easy to see his barely-recovered-best-friend obviously sleeping with the woman he had proposed to weeks ago.
She sat there for minutes, her eyes closed, trying to think through everything she felt: guilty, happy, and still horny. She squeezed her thighs together again, her body protesting at the lack of touch. She so badly wanted to stroke herself, her hand even running down to her inner thigh, before she stopped.
Something about the way Drake had asked her not to held her back. She sat motionless for a moment, staring forward. The sound of easy laughter from the living room broke her out of her trance.
Riley sighed. She supposed she could actually use a shower, anyway. She turned on the shower for only a second before stepping in, taking the onslaught of still-cold water as punishment for the guilt in her stomach.
***
Drake waved goodbye to Liam, his heart a bit lighter after they had a chance to speak alone. Especially after Riley practically ran away from their conversation. He had always loved the fact that conversations with Liam didn’t need to be long to be effective.
They had talked about the concern Liam had felt when Drake was in the hospital, how he understood that what Riley and Drake had was real, and how he still wanted the both of them in his life.
They had also talked about the fact that the assassins that had stormed the palace a week ago were captured, but the organization that led them was still operational, sending Liam threats every few hours (two of Liam's guards stood outside the front door while they spoke) . 1021Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAGi6RO5MZf
Liam had been happy that Drake and Riley were away from the palace, and was hopeful that it meant that they’d be safer.
He was assigning some palace guards to Drake’s house, and they’d be arriving within the next few days. If Drake had been alone, he would’ve insisted that Liam keep those guards at the palace, that he’d be fine in the woods by himself. 1021Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡmxAtJVXvhe
But Riley.
He sighed. He’d deal with any breach of privacy and any annoyance if it meant she’d be safer. Hell, he’d risk his life to save her as many times as he needed to. The thought made him tired.
He walked towards the bathroom door. He could hear her in there, humming something lightly, steam escaping through the door. His heart swelled, knowing she was only feet away from him. And for now, safe.
***
The shower was finally hot enough to enjoy. Riley giggled, using Drake’s utilitarian bar of soap, knowing she shouldn’t have expected him to have body wash, much less a loofa. She looked at his shampoo-conditioner combo with only slight disdain before rubbing it into her scalp.
At least it smelled really good. Kind of like she’d expect a cold mountain stream to smell, if you bottled it and made it soapy. Like Drake, she thought, inhaling deeply.
She had seen Psycho enough times to jump a little when she heard the door to the bathroom creak open. “Hello?”
“Hey Brooks.” The sound of his voice made Riley exhale with relief.
She heard him close the door, and he hesitated for only a second before she heard his pants fall the ground with a thump. “Mind if I join you?”
She gulped. “N-not at all.”
He chuckled deeply, pulling aside the shower curtain with a sharp shkkkk before stepping in beside her. “Hey,” he smiled, his hands going around her waist and pulling her close to him.
She regarded him, pausting for only a moment before she pounced. She had questions to ask about Liam, but couldn’t hold herself back anymore. Groaning, she pulled his face down to hers in a searing, wet kiss. Her tongue rubbed his wantonly before he retreated slightly. His eyes searched hers as he held his face only inches away.
She gasped as his fingers reached down to her. He spread her wide and ran a finger inside of her. He moaned as he found her, deliciously wet, always ready. Just like this morning. She could see the effect this had on him, his pupils blown wide with lust.
“Did you touch yourself?” he asked, his voice harder, hoarser than before.
“No,” she shook her head, her hands running down his backside as she pressed against him. “I wanted to, but I didn’t.”
He groaned again, dropping, surprisingly gracefully, to his knees before rewarding her with his tongue, stroking her in slow, long licks against her core.
Without missing a beat, she gasped loudly, her knees almost buckling under the weight of the pleasure he was giving her. Her fingers ran through his long hair, pulling him closer. Taking in the situation she was in, her body shook wildly.
The hot water fell hard down her body, the lingering scent of shampoo mixed in with the steam enveloping the bathroom. Drake sat on his knees, his hair wet with the water cascading off of her body onto him. And his tongue.
He was relentless, never backing off for a beat. This time, it wasn’t so he could explore her – it was all for her. The realization pushed her over the edge, and she shuddered hard before nearly falling. She could hear herself hissing “yes” over and over as he held her steady, fingers splayed against her stomach, his mouth still on her. She leaned her head back and moaned.
He stood up and kissed her softly. “Every now and then, good things will happen if you listen to me,” he smiled and kissed her again, “Just in the bedroom, of course. I don’t think you’d be you if you started listening to me in regular life.”
She attempted to playfully swat at him, but missed badly, her cheeky smile faltering. Her knees were still shaking a tiny bit and it just wasn’t enough. She kissed him again, whimpering against his lips, “More.”
He responded instantaneously, lifting her out of the shower and carrying her to living room, her legs wrapped around his wet torso.
He took her to the chaise, dropping her on it before falling on top of her. His kisses were slow and deliberate, but turned wild and erratic as she writhed against him, pushing herself into him again and again. She needed him to know that she didn’t need him to hold back, so she showed him, biting his shoulder and neck, using her arms to pull him closer frantically.
“Oh God, Riley,” he cried before entering her at once, filling her in one fell swoop.
His hands moved up her arms, grabbing her wrists and holding them down against the cushion. He pulled out completely and filled her hard, again and again, her body aching with the expanse of him between her thighs. She felt pleasure rise and fall within herself repeatedly. Not as intense as before, but small, warm spikes of bliss went from her fingertips to her toes as she arched against him. She gasped his name, maybe hundreds of times.
Finally he thrust deeply into her and groaned, staying in her as he found his release. Riley couldn’t keep her eyes off of his handsome face, his eyes closed in ecstasy, as he filled her with himself.
After a moment, he opened his eyes, leaning down to kiss her messily, before lying down next to her on the wide chaise. “What the hell have you done to me, Brooks?” he sighed, before facing to look at her.
She smiled at him, “I could ask you the same, you know.”
They rested for a few minutes in silence, letting their bodies recover as they stroked each other lazily.
She scrunched her face, wondering if she could say what she was thinking. “Drake,” she paused as he looked at her, expectantly. “Well, I’m um. We haven’t really been using protection. Which really isn’t like me,” she felt a little embarrassed, “especially since I’m not on birth control.”
He searched her eyes for a moment. “Well, obviously we should probably, uh, do something. But if,” he paused, looking away for a second, “If something did happen, by accident, I’m sure we could work it out,” he paused again before looking into her eyes pointedly, “together.”
She smiled at him. How could she expect anything less from a giant marshmallow? “Thanks, Drake.” She moved closer, resting her head on his shoulder as his arm wrapped around her.
***
Drake had never thought kids would be something he’d consider, but the thought of having them with Riley one day didn’t faze him. He’d do anything with her.
He thought back to what Liam said about assassins. Sure, he was friends with the most powerful man in the country, but was that enough protection?
Drake sat up, handing Riley the sweatshirt she had been wearing, practically a dress on her, and pulling on his black sweatpants. He was thoughtful for a moment, staring at the ceiling before finally looking at her, “I think we should get out of Cordonia.”
“What?!”
“We should go somewhere safer.”
“But Drake! There’s Liam, and this…this is your home-“
“Brooks,” he turned towards her, holding her face with her hands. He didn’t have the words to tell her that she was his home, and that was all he needed. Sure, Liam was important to him, a brother really. But Drake’s priority had shifted the moment she stepped into Cordonia.
“Will you at least think about it?”
She looked at him, biting her lip in thought. “I can think about it.”
He nodded, closing his eyes before kissing her again, pouring the entirety of his feelings into his lips against her. Finally he pulled away, barely breathing, “I love you, Riley.”
They weren’t words that came easily for him, but at this moment he could barely keep them from spilling out. Her eyes widened as she looked at him, “Drake…”
He didn’t care if she said them back, but he needed her to know how he felt. Her eyes looked misty as she repeated, “Drake, I…”
Her words were cut off as the door blasted open, a man with a mask on rushed in. For a split second, Drake thought he was dreaming. Was this all another nightmare?
It all happened so fast. The intruder raised a gun in Riley’s direction.Drake stood up swiftly, putting himself in front of her, “Get away from her!”
The man laughed, pointing his gun in Drake’s direction. He shrugged. “I have more than 2 bullets, why not both?” his voice was high and cold.
“Drake, NO!” Riley ran in front of him as the bullet was unleashed, it went through her stomach as she fell back into Drake’s arms. She looked up at him, coughing weakly, “it’s me they want, Drake.”
With that, her head slumped, her eyes rolling backwards.
Drake's face felt hot, with hurt and anger. “Brooks? Brooks? RILEY!”
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