Submitting to the Billionaire(58)

I smile up through my lashes. "I never stopped thinking of you."

"I keep jerking off to the image of you. I even dreamed of eating you  out. Hours after you left that night, I could still smell your scent on  my body."

I look deep into his gorgeous green eyes. "When I woke this morning, and  didn't find you next to me in bed, for a moment I thought you left me.  You'd taken what you wanted and ran," I confess.

He frowns. "What a strange little thing you are? You actually thought  I'd had enough? Of you? I'm not going anywhere, Princess. You're mine  and I'm here, for the rest of your life. I'm gonna be eating your pussy  even when I'm toothless."

I giggle. "I can't imagine you without teeth."

He tucks his lips into his mouth comically and that makes me laugh even harder.

"So, are you going to stay with me?"

"Of course," I shout happily.

He catches me by the back of the neck and kisses me, hard. And I lose  myself happily to the amazing adventure that is my life. Only a few  weeks ago, I was the most single girl on the planet and now I'm moving  in with an insanely gorgeous guy who seems to have fallen for me as hard  as I've fallen for him. I know I'm probably being an idiot on some  level, but I don't care. My stepmom's illness has taught me that life is  short and fragile, and I should jump at every opportunity I can to be  happy.

He wants this and so do I.

He draws back reluctantly and licks his tongue against his bottom lip as  if he's catching the last little drops of my taste from them. My body  has already started longing for the feel of him again.

He glances at his watch. "We should get down to see my …  mom." He bows  his head for a moment, and I can tell that hearing that word come out of  his mouth to describe another woman than the one he knew as his mother  feels strange. "She'll be moved in soon, and I want to talk to the  doctors about …  everything."

I nod. "When are we going?"

He grins suddenly. "Uh, right after I do this." I gasp when he whips the  sheet away from my body and cages me with his arms. His big body hovers  over mine as he grabs one of my ankles, and throws it over his  shoulder, while he spreads my other thigh to the side. It opens my pussy  up like a butterfly to his gaze. Greedily, he watches as his big cock  plunges deeply into my body.





Chapter Eleven





Drake





The hospital doors slide open smoothly in front of us. Reese squeezes my  hand. I glance down at her, and possessive pride bubbles inside me.  This is my woman and only mine. It makes me sad that she must go through  this pain. Thank God, I'm here to support her through it. She'll never  have to deal with anything like this on her own again.

"Are you ready?"

"Almost," I say, and wrapping one arm around her waist and the other in  her long hair, I pull her towards me. Caught off guard, she gasps and I  claim her open mouth. Her fingers come up and grasp at my shirt trying  to pull me closer, closer, and closer still. Her curvy body pushes into  mine, molding herself against my hardness. All the passion and fervor I  feel for her comes to the fore and all I want to do is pull her into a  quiet corner and fuck her so hard she screams, but I don't. I pull back  and look into her eyes. They are glazed and heavy-lidded. Her lips are  red, swollen, and slightly parted, as she takes short, quick breaths. At  that moment, she is mind-blowingly beautiful. There is no woman more  beautiful than her in this whole world.         

     



 

"I'm ready now," I say.

"Well, I'm not," she says hoarsely. She is pretending to be cross. It's cute, and my cock hardens even more.

"Be patient. I've got a rock-hard dick for you to suck on when we get home," I tell her.

She grins at me goofily. "Do you realize that you said that really loud?"

"Are you ashamed of sucking my dick?"

"No, I love it," she says immediately.

That's hot. There's nothing hotter than having a woman say that and mean  it. She entwines her fingers with mine and we enter the hospital  together.

I'm a bit nervous about seeing Morgan again. The first time I met her it  was a whirlwind of emotions, recriminations, and misunderstandings, and  I didn't have a chance to understand how I really felt about her. Now  that I have come to terms with it, and all the drama has been swept  away, I think, I simply want to get to know her. My mother. While I  still have the chance.

We go up to the reception, and the nurse behind the desk stares at me.  There is a flicker of recognition on her face as she smiles.

"Can I help you?" she asks.

"We're here to see Morgan Stanford." My nervousness makes my voice come  out tense and harsh, and the woman blinks up at me in surprise. I smile  apologetically, and she drops her eyes down to her computer screen. She  types in Morgan's name, and looking back up at me, asks, "Family?"

For a second, I freeze. Then, I nod slowly. "Yeah, she's family. She's  my mother." I glance down at my beautiful Reese and she beams at me. I  cannot look away from the expression in her eyes. I stare at her  entranced, by her beauty, her grace, her innocence. From somewhere at  the fringes of my consciousness, I hear the nurse say, "Room  five-eight-one."

"Thanks," Reese says softly, not breaking our stare.

Then, we turn away from the receptionist, and head towards the  elevators. My heart is beating hard in my chest. We don't speak in the  elevator, just look into each other's eyes. We have to pass another  reception desk and walk down a corridor until we stand outside room  five-eight-one.

I push the door open.

Morgan is propped up on pillows in the bright room. The enormous bunch  of flowers I sent, I know it's mine because Tanya always sends me a pic  of the flowers she sends out on my behalf, is sitting on the counter  beside her, adding glorious color to the room. She smiles at us. Reese's  dad glances up from where he's been keeping a vigil at her side, and  immediately gets to his feet.

We greet each other. Reese goes to talk to her father, and I walk up to  the bed and take a seat at Morgan's side. She immediately reaches for my  hand and squeezes it.

"Good to see you again," I say.

I know it's a cliché, but surrounded by all the white pillows and  sheets, Morgan looks how I always imagined angels would. If you want to  know what a woman whose heart is literally bursting with pure love looks  like you only have to look at her.

She smiles up at me like a child, her face filled with a mixture of  love, happiness, and pride and gestures around her. "You didn't have to  do any of this."

"I wanted to. We've got a lot of catching up to do, and I want to keep you around me for so long as I can."

"Oh, Drake," she cries blinking back tears. "When you left that day, I wasn't even sure you would be coming back."

"I'm sorry. I was confused. It was such a shock, and I needed to speak to my Dad."

"No, it's me who's sorry," she shakes her head. "Reese told me what  happened in your parents' house. It was never my intention to drive a  wedge between you and your family. I assumed they'd told you that you  were my son. I should have known better after … "

She trails off, as though the words are still too painful to get out of  her mouth. I smile at her. "It doesn't matter anymore. I know the truth  now, and that's all that counts." She smiles back at me, but I can see a  hint of sadness in her eyes. I know how she feels. I haven't spoken to  my Dad or my adopted mother since yesterday. A part of me mourns for the  loss of that family. I will eventually make up with them, but for now,  the time I have with Morgan is very short, and I intend to make the best  of it. When she goes there should be no regret in my heart.

Before I can say anything else, a doctor enters the room. He glances  around at us all, and then focuses his attention on his patient.

"How are you feeling today, Morgan?" he asks, picking up her chart, and glancing at the notes.

"Much better, thank you," she looks around the room at all of us, "now that my entire family is here with me."         

     



 

"Yes, family is a wonderful thing," the doctor nods, smiling at all of us. "Soothes the soul."

"It does indeed," Morgan agrees.

"Can I speak to one of you for a moment?" the doctor asks, and I stand  up immediately. If its news about her condition, it's about time that I  was the one to take that burden, but I look at Doug and he nods slightly  as if to tell me to go ahead.

Reese and her dad move to Morgan's bedside and begin laughing about  something, an inside joke, no doubt, built from years of family. I feel a  little stab of jealousy, but soothe it with the knowledge I still have  time to make myself a part of it. The doctor smiles at me broadly as  soon as the door clicks shut. Huh. That's odd. Isn't exactly the  expression I associate with bad medical news!