Guarding His Obsession Part 7

I'm not allowed to answer the door. h.e.l.l, I haven't even left this place in over two weeks. Held up in a Drake s.e.x fog. It wasn't until recently that I noticed how lost I'd become in him. I wasn't wrapping up a current project I was working on and Elle kept reminding me of it daily. Probably because Ensore, the company we had a contract with right now, was all over her about it and making her hound me.

Drake swats my a.s.s, making me wiggle and laugh.

"I don't know why you even try. I'll always catch you."

He turns a little so he doesn't not knock me against the door as he checks the peephole. It has to be someone from inside the building or a call would have rung up. The only visitors we get are Pink and Elle. If I had to guess, it's Elle, and that means Pink isn't far behind. He just kind of pops up when she's around, making sure to always be in her s.p.a.ce. She'll snap at him and then they go at it, and it always ends with Pink carrying her out of the apartment, my sister wrapped around him. I have no clue how Pink can walk and make out at the same time, but he seems to have it down to an art.

"Elle," Drake says, sliding me down his big body until my bare feet hit the floor. Even knowing it's my sister, he still blocks the door with his body as he lets her in, not even letting me see the hallway, an easy feat with his Hulk-sized body.

Elle pushes in, not waiting to be invited.

"You got it all done?" she huffs, and I just stare at her. She doesn't look her normal self. In fact, she looks like I look after a long night with Drake. Her blonde hair is messy, her normally perfectly-pressed dress s.h.i.+rt looks like it was picked up off the floor and just thrown on.

"You said I'd have it by now," she goes on. I know she's frustrated with me. I keep telling her I'm almost done but then get distracted. She doesn't want us to look flaky.

"It's Drake's fault. I told him I had to work and he wouldn't let me leave the bed." I stretch the truth and push him towards her, but he doesn't move. Freaking concrete boulder.

"Yeah, because I'm going to peel your sweet a.s.s off me when you wrap yourself around me."

I totally did do that this morning. Normally, Drake wakes up before me to go work out, but this morning I somehow woke before him. Needless to say, he didn't go to the gym this morning. I also didn't finish my coding for Ensore's new system.

"G.o.d, if I didn't love the look you put on my sister's face, I'd want to smack you both for being so annoyingly adorable."

"You're one to talk," I shoot back at her.

"Hey, I'm just using him for s.e.x."

"I knew it! You did it!" I point my finger at her. She hasn't given me anything about what's going on between her and Pink except for the make-out sessions I've seen, but I haven't seen a ton of her these past two weeks. I turn my pointer finger to Drake. "Double wedding is back on."

Drake grabs my finger before biting the end of it, then kissing it. "You want your double wedding, I'll make sure you get it, cupcake."

"Drake says I can have anything I want," I confirm to Elle.

"Is that so?" She crosses her arms and looks at me with a doubtful expression.

I just nod because it's true. There's not one thing I've asked for that I haven't gotten. But all I seem to ask for is o.r.g.a.s.ms and food. Oh, and all The X-Files on Blu-ray.

"Can you make Pink stop following me around?" She raises an eyebrow, knowing that maybe Drake could make Pink leave her alone. He's Pink's boss, but I don't think Drake telling him to leave her alone would work.

"Veto!" I yell before leaning towards Drake. "I can veto stuff, right?"

"Yeah, cupcake, you can veto stuff."

"See?" I nod again, confirming that I get whatever I want. I think I'm more poking Elle than anything because before Drake she would have been all, "Why do you need The X-Files on Blu-ray? They are all on Netflix."

"Code, Zoey. I'm not joking anymore. We signed a contract."

"Okay, okay. I can have it all wrapped up in a few hours. It's all done. I just want to run a few more tests on it."

"Thank you."

"When I'm done, do you want to start planning our double wedding? I found these board things that you pin stuff to online called Pinterest. WeddingMama1245 told me all the good places to find stuff to pin."

"WeddingMama1245?" Elle says, laughing.

"She's no joke. Don't let the name fool you," I say. I only tried to question WeddingMama1245 on something the other day and she snapped at me, saying she wasn't going to give me links anymore. I thought about just hacking her and seeing what she was looking at, but I just said sorry instead. I didn't want to lose my WeddingMama1245 connection.

"I wasn't done with you." I hear a growl and turn to see Pink standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of shorts. He looks like he just got out of the shower.

"You're such a caveman. You don't dismiss me," Elle retorts.

"I'll show you caveman when I get that baby planted in you."

"I can't believe you just said that." Elle's words come out all breathy. The same way mine do when Drake gives me his predatory eyes that I know are going to have me flat on my back in about two seconds.

"You're right. It might already be in there." Pink smiles at the statement, seeming to like the idea. A lot. Then he's grabbing for her. She doesn't even try to dodge him. She just lets him pick her up and rolls her eyes as he carries her out.

Drake shuts the door behind them, locking it.

"Pink always like that?" I ask, wondering about what he just said. Implying he was trying to impregnate my sister.

"f.u.c.k no." Drake points to the door. "That, I've never seen before. He's done."

"How do you know?" I push, wanting confirmation that Pink is good for my sister.

"I know the look, cupcake. See it every time I look in the mirror. He's in love with her, and he's making sure she can never leave him."

I wrap my arms around him and hug him tightly.

"You start that and your sister will be back here in a few hours asking if you got your stuff done."

I lean back and look up at him.

"Fine, fine, fine. I'll do it. But when I'm done, you're mine for the night."

"I'm always yours, cupcake." He kisses me on the nose. "Go get your stuff and meet me in the office. We'll both knock out some work. I've got some things I need to go over."

I just nod and pull away. I don't ask what it is he has to go over. If he doesn't tell me, then it's mostly my case. I wish we could just find the stupid stalker already. I know it's driving him crazy and making him edgy. To top it off, I'm starting to get cabin fever. I didn't even know that was possible because I love staying in, but two weeks of not going outside is starting to wear on me. I don't even ask Drake if he'll take me out because he would, but I know it would stress him out and ruin the trip.

I go to our bedroom and grab my laptop and a few folders before making my way back to his office. Drake is sitting in his big chair and going through paperwork. He glances up. "Sit anywhere you want, cupcake," he says, then goes back to his papers.

I make my way over to him, crawling into his lap and opening up my laptop. I push a few of his papers to the side before I set it down on the desk in front of me.

"Comfy?" he laughs.

"You said anywhere, and this looked like the best spot to me."

He wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me back a little and adjusting my position slightly.

"That I did." He picks up another paper with his free hand, and we both get back to work.

14.

Drake

As the sun sets and Zoey finishes her coding, she shuts her laptop with a satisfied sigh. I finished my work a little bit ago, but I just kept my arms wrapped around her while she worked. She got so consumed with her project I didn't want to disturb her, and I know she needed to work.

"All finished?" I ask, leaning in and kissing her neck. Her sweet honeysuckle smell fills my lungs, and I close my eyes as I press my nose against her soft skin.

"All finished," she confirms.

Before she can say anything else, I scoop her up and carry her out of the office.

"o.r.g.a.s.ms?" she asks brightly on the way to the bedroom, and I smile back at her, knowing she was going to ask that.

"o.r.g.a.s.ms," I answer, always giving her what she wants.

Laying her down on the bed, I strip off her loose top and leggings. She's completely naked underneath, and it takes me only a second to kick off my T-s.h.i.+rt and shorts. Being able to laze around the house all day with Zoey, even while working, has been wonderful. Being able to sneak my hand up her s.h.i.+rt any time I want to get a handful of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s is heaven.

Once I've got us undressed, I lean down and kiss her belly and across her hips. Her legs fall open, and she puts her hands behind her head, just waiting on me to pleasure her. Smiling against her skin, I do what she wants, kissing her soft belly and curvy hips.

Reaching down to her thighs, I grab the thick flesh there and dig my fingers in. The little dimples on the backs of her legs are adorable, and I move down to bite her there.

She giggles as I run my tongue along her legs, not leaving an inch untouched.

"I love you, Zoey," I whisper to her calf as I throw it over my shoulder and kiss her there.

Not waiting for her response, I press my c.o.c.k to her opening and thrust all the way inside her. I grind against her, rubbing her c.l.i.t, and she lets out a long moan of pleasure.

She's on her back with one leg down on the bed and one over my shoulder. I hold myself inside her, just grinding down on her c.l.i.t while my c.o.c.k throbs inside of her.

"I love you, too, Drake," she breathes out, clutching the sheets beside her.

Long gone is the look of relaxed pleasure on her face. Now she's tense with need and getting closer to the edge.

I lean forward a little, putting more pressure on her c.l.i.t and opening her up further, her leg still draped over my shoulder.

As I rub the base of my c.o.c.k right against her c.l.i.t, she mewls with want, inching towards her peak. My d.i.c.k is being squeezed by her sweet p.u.s.s.y pulses, and it's all I can do to hold on to my c.u.m. I need her to go first, and then I'll follow her.

I move my hips against her, not pulling out or inching away. Just back and forth, rubbing her hard nub in perfect pulses.

"That's it. c.u.m for me, cupcake. c.u.m all over my c.o.c.k while lying still, just like this." Her p.u.s.s.y clenches, and I feel her peak is close. "That's it, almost there." I pulse my c.o.c.k inside her, letting her feel just how hard I am while rubbing back and forth just a few more times.

"So beautiful," I whisper as she hits her climax and her back bows off the bed. Her o.r.g.a.s.m takes over, and she c.u.ms hard on my c.o.c.k. Her p.u.s.s.y clamps down on me, and I follow her over, spilling my seed deep inside her as we both find our pinnacles of pleasure.

I gently bring her leg down from my shoulder and lie on top of her body. It's then I start to lazily thrust in and out of her, feeling the wetness of our combined pa.s.sion spread between us.

We both came from my just being inside her. Our slow, easy love-making sets a perfect pace, and it's welcomed after our hard o.r.g.a.s.ms. Neither of us is in a hurry to end the night now. It's only the beginning.

I look down at the scars covering various parts of my skin, my tatted-up arms wrapped around her as her flawless body lays draped over me. We're so different when I lay my skin against hers, but we couldn't possibly fit together any better. If you'd have told me a month ago I'd be this wrapped up in a woman, that I didn't think I'd be able to breathe without one, I would've laughed.

The soft sweet girls like Zoey never hit on me. It was always the ones who looked a little rough around the edges. Maybe they thought I'd dish out a little pain with what they wanted. To have someone like Zoey wrapped around me feels like coming home every morning. Waking to find her pressed against me like a second skin is bliss.

I f.u.c.king love it. I don't think I could ever live without it now that I've had a taste of her. To have a little family of my own and belong to someone. That's why I have to get this stalker s.h.i.+t dealt with. More emails have come, but Zoey doesn't know about them. Her sister is getting even more freaked out, and I don't blame her because of the rate at which the stalker is accelerating. She's calling me about three times a day. Luckily, we're on the same page, and we don't want to stress Zoey out, so we leave her in the dark. I actually think she thinks the threat is gone because I don't bring it up. I don't want to bring it up because I don't want that s.h.i.+t touching her. I thank f.u.c.k that Pink has seemed to be able to keep Elle calmed down about it all. The emails have started getting to an extreme s.e.xual level that makes me want to paint the walls in the blood of whoever this f.u.c.k is. He seems to be freaking out that he can't have eyes on Zoey now that she is locked away safe in our home. He's even started mentioning me in his little f.u.c.ked-up love notes. He is getting sloppy, which is good news for me. Sloppy gets caught. I just don't want that slop touching my girl.

She's so soft and sweet and coated with an innocence I don't want her to lose. I will be the hard to her soft. If something needs to hit us, it'll hit me alone. I want to be her s.h.i.+eld.

I know this s.h.i.+t has something to do with her work, and the stalker's obsession with her has started to morph into some f.u.c.ked-up crush or adoration for her. I can't blame the guy for wanting her, but she's mine and nothing will take her from me. I want this s.h.i.+t squashed. I knew I could only keep her locked up in this condo so long, and the days are ticking by. Luckily, her sister is close and that's helping keep her sweet a.s.s planted at home.

Slowly, I unwrap myself from her body, sliding out from under her and pulling myself from the bed. Leaning down, I kiss her bare back before brus.h.i.+ng the hair out of her face. I can't help but stare at her. I keep thinking this driving need to touch her and be close to her will fade, but it doesn't. In fact, I think it's getting worse.

I shake my head at all these sappy feelings I seem to have all the time nowadays. I make my way to the bathroom, stopping to pick up littered clothes and random things Zoey seems to throw around. That's something else I oddly like. I get off on seeing her s.h.i.+t all over the place, and I get off even more on putting it back where it belongs because it means she lives here. Her stuff belongs with mine.

Making quick work in the bathroom, I slip on some workout clothes before heading to the kitchen. I grab a banana and text one of my men to come stand at the door while I go for a run. I write Zoey a quick note about going to the office we have in the building, even though I'll likely be back before she wakes up. As I slip out the door, I come face to face with Pink.

"Got a lead you're going to want to see." He holds up a file, and I s.n.a.t.c.h it from him.

I open it up and read the name of a company I've never even heard of before: Green Sh.o.r.e. "Who is this? This name hasn't come up in anything."

One of the first things we did when we took on the job was look into anyone who might be after the company she is currently consulting for. This company isn't in compet.i.tion with Ensore.

"Brand new. They're going after some government contract that Ensore has tied up. It's not really a compet.i.tion for them. Unless they f.u.c.k something up."

I flip through the folder before heading for the elevator. Pink follows me. I hit the b.u.t.ton for the bottom floor and keep reading over everything.

"She's the easiest target. That's how I look at it. She's the easiest to get to. She's just creating the encryption software for a new round of satellites that are being launched midsummer. If the encryption is messed up, no way will Ensore get the project. They'd be done for," Pink says.