This chapter is why my story is rated M. I know, not who you expected to be the center of it, but yeah... my inspiration bunny has ADD. Big time. Enjoy!
Lindsey started awake-the hand resting lightly on her shoulder in an attempt to ease her awake felt more like a live wire to the heart. What had she been dreaming about? Devon? She must have been. Sookie was curled up in the nook created by Lindsey's stomach and legs, and the little kitten always reminded Lindsey of her ex. But despite the resentment she felt for Devon, Lindsey could never reflect it on Sookie. She knew better than that.
Stroking the kitten behind the ears lightly, Lindsey glanced up to the owner of the hand that now rubbed lazily up and down the length of her arm. "Is everything alright, Cam?"
He shook his head. "Warrick just got a call from Gedda. He's on his way to Vegas, and he just found out that we're still alive."
Lindsey flung the sheets off of her body, revealing her short nightshirt-riding up just enough to reveal the slightest bit of her stomach above her panties. The cool air from the air conditioning hit her skin suddenly, raising gooseflesh all along her exposed skin. She pulled the shirt down roughly.
As her legs swung over so she could put her feet on the floor, Lindsey felt Drake sit beside her on the bed. His arm snaked around her shoulder. She watched as Sookie hopped off the bed and trotted over to her food bowl in the corner. "There's no need to hurry. Gedda's sending Ag-er, Walsh to meet your mother and Warrick at the diner. Apparently he wasn't pleased with his lackey. So Gedda gave him two options: Turn himself in or face a less appealing meeting with Gedda."
"What's to keep him from running?" Lindsey asked skeptically, rightfully unable to trust Jared Walsh after she'd nearly died because of him.
"Aside from Gedda's uncanny ability to find anyone?" Drake shrugged before pulling Lindsey closer to him protectively. "I don't know. Maybe it's because Warrick told Gedda to let Walsh know that if he even thought of pissing around, he'd make him even less of a man than he already is."
"Huh?"
Drake chuckled at her reaction to his statement. "Sorry. I forget that some of my choice phrases are lost to the American vernacular you're used to. I only meant that Warrick isn't going to be kind to Walsh if he decides to mess with us."
"Oh!" Lindsey exclaimed as she caught on, and she started laughing. "Sounds... oddly un-Warrick."
"I'm not so sure," Drake said thoughtfully, and Lindsey caught the wondering expression on his face. He noticed the question in her eyes, and he raised a brow. "You mean you haven't noticed?"
"Noticed what?" She scrunched her forehead in thought, wondering what he meant.
"Well," he started, touching the tips of his fingers to her cheek. "I suppose you have been a bit distracted. But what's going on between your mother and Warrick can't be new."
"What's go-What do you mean? Nothing's going on between them!" She paused, thinking back to the years before Warrick 'died', the times he came over for dinner, spent time with Lindsey and Catherine... the looks... "Oh my God!"
"You really didn't notice?" Drake asked, dumbfounded.
"No! Well, yeah, I guess. But I didn't think that she still... and that he still... well, shit." He was laughing now, a deep laugh that distracted her from her confusion. She looked up at him with a nonthreatening glare. "What?"
"You're just absolutely adorable when you're confused." Her glare softened, and he kissed her, taking advantage of her lowered guard. Any trace of irritation she might have felt was banished by the tingling heat that coursed through her.
She lifted her hand to rest on the back of Drake's neck and pulled him closer. Lindsey tangled her fingers in the dark brown hair at his nape, further deepening the kiss to the point where oxygen was nearly impossible to obtain without breaking away.
Something inside her clicked as she glanced over Drake's flushed skin before meeting his tea green eyes. They were hazy with something-desire, she identified after a moment-and Lindsey's hand slid to his cheek. It was warm to the touch, almost overheated. Drake leaned into her touch, and his eyes closed. It seemed odd-almost as if the roles should have been reversed-but she liked that she could do this to him.
Leaning in, she kissed him lightly on the lips. Lindsey's heart thudded against her ribs when his hands slid to her waist, lifting her to sit straddling his lap. Her cheeks blazed when she settled herself in and felt herself rub against him, eliciting the most beautiful sound from him-a cross between a groan and a sigh. Drake opened his eyes, now dark with the need that she was positive was mirroring.
She lifted herself up just enough to break contact, then lowered herself to grind against him again, feeling suddenly more confident in her own ability to be seductive.
"Lindsey," Drake said, the muscles in his neck stretched tight with restraint. "I don't want you to do anything you aren't sure about."
She mulled that over, pushing past the distracting thoughts that their position was causing. "This," she started, gesturing between herself and Drake, "wasn't an uncommon occurrence with Devon. Usually he initiated, but it never felt right. Like we were rushing things." She wrapped her arms around his neck. "But with you, it feels right. Natural. Like breathing."
She placed a lingering kiss on his lips, but she didn't have a chance to lean away before he dug his fingers into the bare flesh above her panties and pulled her against him. A gasp escaped Lindsey's throat, and her brain shut down momentarily in shock.
When she recovered, her hands moved to the collar of Drake's shirt. She undid his tie and tossed it on the floor before fumbling with the buttons. Her hands shook, but she managed to get half of them unbuttoned before Drake took over, never breaking their kiss.
As his hands moved to the hem of her shirt-his had been discarded on the floor somewhere-a thought occurred to Lindsey. She pulled away and reached over to her nightstand, pulling the drawer open roughly. The little box was still there, unopened and untouched. Lindsey could never understand why her mother had gotten them for her when she was with Devon-paranoia, maybe?-but she was grateful for it now.
"You need to get out of my head. Now," Drake said roughly, his gaze on the box Lindsey had thrown next to them on the bed. "I was just thinking of that."
"Thank my mom." Lindsey thought about it. "Actually, scratch that. She probably doesn't want to know about this."
"Agreed." Drake pulled her shirt over her head, leaving her in nothing but her panties. She felt painfully self-conscious until she heard Drake mutter, "Damn."
Before she respond, his left hand was behind her head, pulling her into a kiss, while the right pulled her body flush against his. The feel of her breasts against the hot skin of his chest sent her into a tailspin, and she lost all control of her actions-and apparently so did he. He'd lifted her to lay her on her back on the bed. Lindsey's body was on fire.
In a blur of movement, Drake was hovering over Lindsey, waiting. She looked over to her nightstand to see an open wrapper-a little Spartan head on it-laying on the nightstand. Heat rolled off of him in waves, and little beads of sweat formed at his hairline. She wondered for a moment exactly why he was hesitating, and then it hit her.
She was a virgin, and this was not going to feel good.
Gulping back the lump in her throat, Lindsey nodded almost imperceptibly. Drake placed his forehead against hers for a moment, then kissed her deeply, one of his hands traveling up her side and then down her arm, grabbing her hand. He broke the kiss to whisper into her ear, "Squeeze," as he did just that to her hand. He brought his lips back to hers roughly.
With one quick thrust, Drake entered her, and she nearly screamed, squeezing his hand with what felt like bone-breaking force.
"Are you okay?" he asked, a tinge of worry in his husky voice.
She opened her mouth to speak, but could only groan quietly in response. He moved to pull away, but Lindsey grabbed his shoulders from behind. "No," she croaked. "Just gimme a minute."
The pain didn't last as long as she'd expected, though she felt a little sore already. She lifted her head and kissed him, her silent confirmation that she was fine once again.
Tentatively, he began moving again, and the pain returned momentarily, but was eventually replaced by something new, and much, much better. Soon, his pace became too slow, and she found herself lifting her hips to meet his. As if her action was a cue, he picked up the pace, and she met it almost naturally. Slowly, something unsettling-in a good way-built up in her lower stomach. She knew what it was-long talks with her roommate on the subject made sure of it-but she didn't know what to expect.
Drake quickened the pace steadily, building that feeling in Lindsey's stomach that much faster. Suddenly, it exploded-or maybe she did, that's how it felt-and everything turned black and white all at the same time. She felt Drake shudder and then he collapsed, his arms supporting him just enough to keep from cutting off Lindsey's air supply.
When she could see clearly again, Lindsey looked up at Drake dreamily. His eyes were open slightly, worry clouding them minutely. "Cam, I'm fine. More than fine, really. I'm... fabulous," she said, realizing just how unlike herself she sounded.
"The feeling's mutual," Drake replied, his eyes clearing into glimmering pools. He kissed her sweetly, then moved to sit up. "I'm, ah... glad you're doing well. But I just want to warn you... don't freak out when you get up."
"What do you-" She cut herself off, realizing what she may freak out about. She grinned. "I've seen blood before, you know?"
"True," he said with a sleepy smile. He traced the edge of the bandage on her arm. "At any rate, you're going to have laundry to do now. Want me to help?"
"No, I'll get it," she replied, her eyelids heavy. She forced herself to sit up. "You go clean up. I'm sure you can't be comfortable right now."
"I actually couldn't feel better if I tried." Drake grinned brightly at her. She wrapped the comforter around her naked body and stood with him. Lindsey's legs wobbled a bit, and he held her up. "You okay?"
Lindsey melted against him and kissed him. "Never better."