Submitting to the Billionaire(59)

"What's up, doc?"

"We've got some great news about your mother," he announces, and I can hear the bubble of excitement in his voice as he says it.

My head jerks back in surprise. "What?"

"We've reviewed her condition," he goes on, "and we believe that the  doctors at her previous treatment center may have misdiagnosed her  condition."

"What kind of mistake?" I lean forward eagerly, urging him to go on.  Urging him to tell me what I want to hear more than anything in the  world.

"We still need to run more tests, of course," he warns, "but we are  starting to conclude that your mother's condition may not be terminal."

My mouth drops open and I stare at him incredulously. No. Way. No  fucking way. I can't be that lucky. To be handed this, like some kind of  redemption after everything that's happened. I feel as though my heart  is going to explode with joy. I fight the urge to throw my arms around  him. I roll back my shoulders so I'm standing up straight.

"Thank you," I nod, and glance over my shoulder at the closed door. "Do you mind if  …  do you mind if I tell them?"

"Of course not," he smiles kindly. "But do let them know this is the  preliminary stage. We've got a lot more to do before we can give her a  clean bill of health."

"I know," I return his smile, so wide it feels as though my face will crack in two. "Thank you. Thank you."

"You're welcome." He nods a couple of time. "By the way, do you think my  son can have your autograph. He's nine years old and you're one of his  greatest heroes."

With a massive grin, I take my baseball cap off, reaching over, pull a pen from the doctor's coat pocket.

"His name is James," the doctor says.

I sign my cap and hand it over to him. He is so eager and excited he  literally snatches it from me, but I don't think I have ever been  happier to give someone an autograph before. He thanks me profusely and  heads back down the corridor. I place my hand against the door, pause  for a second, and then open it. This is going to be the best part of my  day. My month. My year. My life. I step into the room with my family,  and they all clock the look on my face at the same moment.





Chapter Twelve





Reese





Another morning, another unfamiliar place for me to wake up in, but this  time, the fact I'm somewhere new doesn't throw me. In fact, it sends a  shiver of joy down my back. I turn over to see Drake lying next to me,  fast asleep and sprawled across the luxurious covers of his massive bed.

It was last night that I officially moved into his apartment in the  city. His place is great because it's less than an hour's drive from  where Morgan is staying so I can be closer to her. I don't know how much  longer Morgan must stay in the hospital, but I hope she will be  discharged soon. Now that we have found out her condition is treatable, I  can't wait for her to start living her life again.

Drake drove down to pick up all my stuff, and we took a road trip across  the country together. It's something I will remember forever. It was  like a dream. The sun was shining, and the wind was in my hair. We  talked, we laughed, we ate, and when we just couldn't keep our hands off  each other anymore, we stopped along the way and fell on each other  like hungry animals. I still remember how I laid on my back on the hot  hood of the car and stared at the blue, blue sky while he ate me out.

Just thinking about it now makes me feel that little flutter in my  stomach again. Funny, but even though it's still early days, we've  already been through so much that it feels like we have passed years  together.

When we got back last night I didn't even bother to unpack. I managed to  chow down some take-out before my eyes drooped shut. Drake carried me  to bed and we had gentle sex. It was slow, languorous, and utterly  delicious.         

     



 

I stretch luxuriously and feel myself relax with satisfaction. This is  it. This is what I've been looking for all my life. A new life in the  city, and the chance to do whatever I want with it.

Drake rolls over and throws his arm over my waist. I turn to find him  smiling wickedly at me. He lowers his mouth and plants a kiss on my bare  shoulder. I shiver at his touch, even though the sunlight is streaming  through the enormous window opposite the bed, and warming the room.

"Morning, Sexy," I murmur, and flirtatiously flip myself over so I'm facing away from him.

He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close so that I feel his  erection pressing up against my ass. I bury my face into the pillow and  smile to myself, shifting my butt back and forth against him. He lets  out a small groan and kisses my neck, running his teeth sensually  against my skin. I can already feel myself growing slick between my  legs, and wonder if I just move myself this way a little, and then that,  and then …

It worked. Before I know it, he's inside me, with his cock firmly  planted inside my pussy as he gently begins to move in and out of me. I  bite my lip and close my eyes as his hand roams up to pinch and tug at  my nipples. I feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my ear, and his  cock, thick and strong inside me. I love the way he takes his time,  taunting and teasing me until he knows I can't take a moment more of it.

"I could get used to waking up like this," he murmurs softly, and I  reach back to take his hand and guide it down in between my legs. I'm  happy to hand over my whole body to this man, to let him take complete  control and drive me to levels of pleasure I didn't even think were  possible before I met him. His fingers deftly find my clit, and I let  out a small groan as he begins to work his magic. I turn my head to look  at him. He smiles against my skin, shark-like, and thrusts so deeply  into me it makes my mouth open in a soundless cry.

He holds himself inside me as he continues to play with my clit. My  muscles throb and pulse around his morning wood. With a whimper of need,  I press my hips as far back as I can, trying to meet him when he  thrusts again.

After only a couple of minutes of him inside me, I feel my toes curling  and my muscles tightening as my orgasm approaches. Already? I guess my  brain has not woken up properly and is free from the fog that usually  comes after a day of studies and all the shitty stuff that life throws  at you. At this moment, all I have in my head is him, inside me, taking  what is his.

"Ah!" I cry out as the climax begins, washing over me in mellow waves that arch my body and tightens my muscles.

"Jesus, Reese," he growls in my ear. "You feel so fucking good when you cum."

I only manage a small, incoherent moan in response, but he's too lost in  me to mind; thrusting and playing with my clit through it all. When it  is, over I let my head drift down onto the pillow dreamily. He places  his large hand on my hip to hold me steady and fucks me hard. Every  thrust sends another little shudder of pleasure through my system.

A few seconds later, he finishes inside of me, his fingers digging into  my hips, pushing himself as deeply as he can. He lets out a gasp, then  flips me over in one swift movement. I look up at him. His skin glows  golden in the morning light. He plants a kiss on the side of my mouth,  pulls back, and smiles.

"Well, good morning to you too." He raises his eyebrows at me, and I raise mine back.

We both laugh at the same moment, and he wraps his arms around me and  draws me into his chest. I nuzzle into him contentedly. I know that  things don't get much better than this.





Chapter Thirteen





Reese





Feeling happy, ridiculously so, I put my key in the door and push it  open. It's been a week since I moved in with Drake and I'm still  floating on a cloud of joy. The apartment is quiet. Drake is out  visiting with his agent about a sponsorship deal for a new sneakers  company. He's glad to be back training again, even though he comes home  every night exhausted. A couple of times he tried to sneak me into the  locker rooms again, in the hopes of re-enacting our kinky first-time  meeting, but we've had no luck so far. There have always been people  around. Sometimes I wonder how fate works. How easily I got in and found  him alone the first time, but now it's almost impossible to find a  moment when it is quiet.

I dump my keys on the side table and kick off my formal shoes. I've just  returned from an interview at one of the colleges I hope to attend in  the new year. I've always been wary about pursuing something away from  Dad and Morgan, for fear that they would need me, or that something  would happen while I was out of town.         

     



 

But, now that Drake has provided Morgan with the best care in the world,  I don't have to worry about them like I used to. I just visited Morgan  yesterday evening and she is improving in leaps and bounds. We could go  out for a walk in the grounds of the hospital. It was slow, and Morgan  needed to get back into the wheelchair half way through, but it was  wonderful to see the color had come back into her face and the new  bounce in her step. If all goes well, Dad will be able to take her home  in a couple of weeks.