28: "Too pretty to be trustworthy."
"You took far too long today," he murmured as he pulled me against him, his mouth claiming mine as I laced my fingers around his neck. He was leaning against his truck, his hands on my ass as he groaned.
"I swear, all you think of is sex," I mumbled against his throat, my lips dotting soft kisses along it as I spoke.
"Unless you want me to fuck you right now outside your besties house, you need to stop that shit," he growled, as I tried to pull away. He held me by the wrists, his gaze trailing up and down me as he whistled. "I can't believe you're mine."
"Drake Anderson, stop being a pervert and get in the car."
My heart was racing when he released me, my skin still warm from his touch.
"I'll get in the car, but I can't guarantee I'll be able to keep my hands off you."
We drove to my house in companionable silence, and I was alarmed to see he had packed an overnight bag.
"I'm not sure if you can stay over..." I began cautiously, as he grinned.
"Maybe not at yours, but I can there," he jutted his thumb over the street to his Grans, whilst I sighed with relief. I didn't want to frighten Aunt Dottie half to death. Luckily Aaron and Gail had left, otherwise this would not have even been an option.
"Does your Aunt know about us?"
"Nope. I'd rather she didn't, until I know what 'we' are," I replied smoothly, as he shook his head.
"Come on, girl. Anyone with eyes in their head can see we are into each other."
He kissed me then, and I soon forgot about our conversation. We walked into the house to find Aunt Dottie snoozing on the sofa. I woke her gently, smiling at her warmly.
"Hey, sorry. I'm just going to my room with Drake-"
"What? Nonsense. Boys in girls rooms only lead to babies."
I bit back a smile as Drake sank into the sofa beside me.
"No I get that, Mrs Taylor. But I have to tell you my intentions with your niece are entirely honorable-"
"I respect that, Drake. But I know boys like you, as my son was one once. You guys can be together in the den, but not in her bedroom."
"But you don't mind Greg-"
"You don't look at Greg like you look at him."
Drake smirked to himself then, as I shot him a glare.
"I didn't say-"
"Before you do."
He shrugged as he winked at me, making my legs turn to jelly. I'm glad this boy wasn't allowed in my room, but I also knew what he was capable of with people in the room.
"So Greg is allowed in your room but I'm not?" he breathed in my ear the minute we entered the den.
"No, because you're a player and my Aunt knows it." I shot back, as he narrowed his eyes at me.
"When are you gonna believe I'm not a player?"
"When you manage to be with just me for a little longer than a week."
He pulled me onto his lap, wrapping my legs around him.
"If I ever fuck this up, I deserve to lose you."
"Hmm, reassuring much?!"
"I'm just saying. You could meet someone else-"
I clamped my hand over his mouth as his eyes glittered dangerously.
"If it doesn't work with you, it doesn't work with anyone." I whispered, resting my forehead against his as I released my hand.
"Glad to hear it."
We settled in and watched a movie, as he stroked my thigh idly.
"So are you coming on Friday? To the party?" he asked as he yawned, stretching. I tried not to stare as his top rode up, revealing his tanned torso.
"I'm all for fucking in the pantry cupboard," he grinned wickedly as he caught me checking him out.
"You wish," I stood up as he slid his arms around my waist, kissing me lightly on the lips.
"I fucking do, I'm not ashamed to admit it," he pushed a hand through my hair as he gazed at me. "I've got to ask you though. Seriously. Is there anything going on with you and Greg?"
I laughed before I answered, causing him to study me carefully.
"What? No. Not at all," I answered hastily, his eyes scanning mine.
"It's just the way he looks at you. It's... odd. He doesn't like me either. Not that I care, if he's into you then he sure isn't gonna like me is he now?"
"He is one of my closest friends. Honestly. You need to trust me," I pouted, as he sighed circling his arms around my waist.
"Yeah I know. But it works both ways, do you trust me?"
He had me there.
"No, you're too pretty to be trustworthy."
"So are you, sweetheart."
"Well you'll have to just see then, won't you?" I kissed him softly as he walked ne to the wall, my back pressing against it as I felt a moan escape my lips.
"If anyone can make you feel better than I do, Rose, then I would happily walk away," he breathed in between kissing me. His fingers brushed my nipples as I pushed him away slightly.
"I'm not being caught in an uncompromising position with you by my Aunt..." I groaned, as he glanced towards the doorway.
"Well then. I'll go. Before I get too carried away with your fine self."
We kissed again, this time he pulled away, cursing how I was his kryptonite.
"Do me one favour. Not really as your boyfriend, but just as a bit of advice. Don't have guys in your room unless you want more."
"Drake!" I exclaimed as he held his hands up.
"I'm telling you. Hamlet's definitely imagined kissing you, fucking you-"
I covered my ears as I sang, drowning out his voice. He tugged at me wrists, pressing them beside my head as he leant in closely.
"He can imagine all he wants. The minute he tries anything, friend or not; I'm cutting his dick off."
"My tough guy," I rolled my eyes as he chucked softly.
"When it comes to you, I'm insane. Sometimes I don't even know who I am when I'm around you. You're just...intoxicating."
I stared into his eyes as I stroked his face, his lips capturing my fingers as he kissed them one by one slowly.
"I wish I could sleep with you all night," I whispered, as he seemed to consider my words.
"Well, how do you feel about sneaking out? I've got a big ass bed to myself over there and my Gran can't hear shit. Trust me."
"And you know she can't because you've took previous girls there? Come on, Drake!"
"No, I know because I have sat up all night playing games with my buddies online and I'm a sore loser. Not woke her up once," he smiled proudly, as I yawned.
"Maybe. I'll call you after my Aunt has gone to bed," I smiled, kissing him again.
"You naughty girl."