The Rocker That Needs Me(49)

“Regular, please.” I didn’t think I could handle my brother-in-law’s special recipe. Only once had I made the mistake of drinking his brew, and I hadn’t slept for two days.

“You got it.” He went about making the coffee then made us both a bowl of cereal.

“Drake up yet?” Shane asked as he shoveled a big spoonful of bran flakes and raisins into his mouth. “I think he’s supposed to be at the studio at nine.”

“He was still sleeping pretty soundly when I crawled out of bed.” Shane raised a brow and I blushed, but he didn’t say anything. “Should I wake him up?”

He grinned. “Yeah. You better be the one to do that. It might be more effective than if I did it.”

I pushed my half eaten cereal away. “I have to get going soon anyway. I have to be at the gym at nine thirty, and I still need to get home and change.”

“Then you better make it a quickie!” he called after me, and I shot him the finger without turning around.

My face was still warm when I walked into Drake’s room. My rocker was spread out across the king sized bed. His tattoo was actually quivering with each breath he took while he clutched at his pillow. It took me only a moment to realize that he was in the middle of a bad dream.

A moan left him and I fell onto the bed, shaking his arm as he started to tremble. “Drake. Drake, wake up.”

“No!” he shouted. “No… Shane. No!”

I cupped the side of his face. “Drake, baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up and look at me!”

Blue-gray eyes snapped open, but I could tell his nightmare still lingered as the fear slowly faded from his eyes. “Angel?” he croaked.

“Yes. I’m here.” I stroked my hand up and down his back soothingly. It was damp with sweat from his dream, but I didn’t care. I knew about the reasons for the bad dreams, and I just wanted to comfort him until his mind eased.

He moved so fast I didn’t have time to blink. One minute I was on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back, the next I was underneath him. His knees spread my thighs wide, and I gasped as the head of his dick teased at my pussy.

“I need you.” He growled as his mouth captured mine.

All thoughts of either one of us being late disappeared at the first taste of his mouth. One big hand tangled in my hair while the other explored my body. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I could feel my pussy flooding with arousal even as the head of his dick rubbed across my opening.

Drake was wild in my arms, out of control as he made love to me. I didn’t have time to think as he assaulted me with one pleasure after another. His mouth left mine to kiss a scalding trail down my neck and across my collar bone. That hot, sinful mouth sucked my nipple deep inside and I couldn’t contain the small scream at the pleasure filled pain as he sucked me harder with each pull.

“I need you, Angel.” He breathed against my stomach as his tongue dipped into my belly button.

“I need you too!” I cried as his tongue stabbed into my pussy. “Drake!”

“Such a sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping at the bundle of nerves. I twisted against his mouth, already on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm.

“Please. Drake, please!” I begged as his day old beard rubbed against my thighs, making the pleasure that much more intense.

His head rose and I could see the evidence of my arousal on his scruffy face. Those blue-gray eyes were so full of passion it made my breath catch.

“Tell me you want me,” he demanded as he grasped his dick in his hand. I watched in complete fascination as he stroked the head of that big, beautiful cock down my clit.

My thighs trembled in anticipation. “I want you, Drake,” I breathed. “Please, I need you inside of me.”

I watched him position himself at my opening and swallowed hard at how beautiful this picture looked to me. Drake with his long, thick cock ready to become a part of me. His hair covered thighs pressed roughly against my tanned, smooth ones.

“Look at me!” he commanded and I raised my eyes until our gazes locked.

“You are mine, Angel.” He made it sound like a vow as he thrust hard and deep.

The scream that escaped me was full of the most carnal pleasure. It had been so long, and I was tight. His thick cock stretched me almost to the point of pain, and I arched my hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. Drake’s eyes were dilated until there was no blue-gray, only black.

“There is no better feeling,” he growled.

“Drake…” I shifted my hips, urging him to move. “Please.”

He pulled free then thrust deep and hard. I felt his balls bounce against my ass and wrapped myself around him to hold on while he drove into me over and over again. My thighs where shaking, burning with each powerful thrust as he hit that spot that always made me lose my mind for him.