“Angel!” he cried, and I could feel him growing thicker inside of me as he neared the end.
“Take me with you!” I pleaded, and his hand eased between us until his thumb found my clit. He pressed down hard and rubbed in tight little circles. “AH!” I screamed as my inner muscles started to contract around his engorged cock. “Drake, I’m coming!”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” he bellowed just before his back arched and he emptied himself deep inside of me.
The feel of his hot release inside of me only intensified my orgasm. I clawed at his back as my climax went on and on, until I thought I was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all…
Drake lay on top of me, sweat coating both of our skins. His face was against my neck, his lips kissing the sensitive spot just under my ear. I was spent and still floating on a euphoria cloud. I didn’t want this moment to ever end. Fuck the world because I wasn’t ready to leave this bed or this man.
There was a slight tab on the closed door. “Lana?”
Drake’s head jerked up. “Go the fuck away, Shane!” he roared.
“Sorry, bro.” Shane called through the door. “I hate bothering you guys, but Lana’s phone keeps ringing. It’s Layla and she keeps calling. It might be important.”
My heart stuttered in my chest. “I’ll be right there!”
Drake’s arms tightened around my for a moment before he muttered a curse and rolled off. “Come back,” he commanded, pulling the covers over his waist as I pulled on the shirt that he had stripped me of without even knowing it. Instead of putting on my wet panties, I grabbed a pair of boxers from his dresser and stepped into them as I headed for the door.
When I opened the bedroom door Shane was standing there, my phone in his hand. “Sorry, sis.” He grimaced.
“It’s okay.” I gave him a small smile as I took the phone from him. A glance at the screen told me that I had five missed calls. Heart pounding, I pulled up my sister’s number and hit connect.
It didn’t even finish ringing once before Layla answered. “Oh, God! Are you okay?” she asked.
Something in my sister’s voice told me that she was upset. “I’m fine. What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t know!” she cried. “I had no idea. If I had, I never would have let Drake accept the job. Please believe that.”
I went still. “Layla…”
“I couldn’t believe it when Jesse told me that he was one of the judges. I’m still in denial!” She went on as if she hadn’t heard me.
I glanced over at the bed and pulled the phone away from my ear. “I…I’m going to take this in the bathroom.” I told him and rushed through the open bathroom door before he could protest. When I was alone, I locked the door and turned on the faucet. “Layla, are you still there?”
“Lana what’s going on?”
“I…I’m at Drake’s,” I whispered. “I don’t want to talk about this right now, Layla.”
There was a long pause on the other end, and I could actually hear the wheels turning in her head. “Did you spend the night?”
“Yes.” I wasn’t going to lie to her about it. “But I’m about to leave. I have to meet Linc…” A glance at the clock on my phone showed me that I had forty minutes to get where I needed to be before he went ape-shit on my ass.
“Cole is the third judge, Lana. Did you know?”
I sighed. “Yeah. I found out yesterday when I stopped by to watch the auditions.” I ran my fingers through my tangled hair, trying to get it to look at least a little less crazy sex-ish. “I saw him.”
“And you’re okay? Are you sure?” Layla sounded concerned now that she wasn’t so frantic.
“I’m fine, Layla. He means nothing to me. Why would I be bothered by seeing him?” Okay, so maybe I had been a little bothered by seeing Cole Steel yesterday. That didn’t mean I needed to burden my sister with that shit.
“Lana…Jesse knows. I had to tell him because I kind of freaked out when he told me last night. He’s upset because I told him everything. He wants to come out there and see you. Maybe even punch Cole in the throat.” I closed my eyes and rested my head against the tiled wall. “I’m sorry, Lana. I couldn’t keep it from him.”
“I understand. He’s your husband, Layla. Of course you had to tell him.” I dropped down on the closed toilet seat, rubbing at my suddenly aching head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea if you guys come out here. Drake doesn’t know and I’m not ready to tell him about Cole. Jesse’s too much of a hot head…”