Unbreakable (Unrestrained 4)

While I liked the music, I enjoyed watching Drake on stage most of all, seeing this whole different side of him. Drake the public man, the musician, the band member who sang in front of an audience without any self-consciousness. No wonder he didn’t feel awkward performing in front of an audience during a dungeon scene.

Watching Drake singing, I was so glad that he wasn’t a sadist or into anything truly painful, because at that moment he was just so damn desirable that I would probably find it really hard to say no to him. If he had been a sadist , I hope I would have run away from him when I first met him, despite how good looking he was. In fact, I’m sure I would have run away if he had been a real sadist. But now? How far would I be willing to go with him?

Lara had promised me Drake wasn’t a sadist. I never felt any anger from him, or that our scenes could have ever edged over into something more frightening, but even Drake admitted he hadn’t really done much with me in terms of bondage and dominance. I felt pretty secure at that moment that he would never do anything I couldn’t enjoy or at least tolerate. Drake had always said he wasn’t a really strict Dom. He just liked control. Then I put all the thoughts about Drake out of my mind, took another sip of my soda and lime and turned off my mind, letting the music fill me, enjoying my first full day without nausea.

I watched the crowd enjoy the song, many of them nodding to the music, singing along. When the song was finished, Drake

and the other band members bowed and acknowledged the applause.

At that moment, Sarah came up to stand beside me, smiling when our eyes met.

“They’re good, right?” she said, nodding to the stage.

“Very good,” I said and smiled, my mind distracted from the dark haired woman so that I became lost in the music.

When the set was over, after a round of applause from the audience, it was past midnight and I had to cover my yawn with a hand, not wanting Colin or Sarah to think I was bored. I wasn’t, but I was tired. Despite having gone to bed after two in the morning the previous night, I’d woken early and never fell back to sleep.

The guys went downstairs with their instruments, and I sat at the bar and talked with Colin for a while until Drake was done. Colin told me that the pub would stay open for another couple of hours, and instead of live music, there was canned music. Colin popped in a CD and something vaguely Irish floated up on the sound system.

Drake finally arrived at the bar in about ten minutes and sat on the stool beside me. He leaned over and kissed my cheek and brushed a lock of hair from my face.

“Well?” he said with a glint in his eye. “What did you think? Bored to tears with our modern music?”

I laughed. “Not at all,” I said and then leaned closer. “I felt privileged to even be here.”

He smiled softly and leaned in once more, this time kissing me on the mouth, his kiss warm and lingering, his fingers tangling in my hair.

“The privilege is all mine,” he said when he pulled away. “The privilege of being in your life.”

He said it so seriously, his eyes burning into mine. His expression made my heart squeeze, for it was so earnest, as if he were baring his soul to me. Maybe he felt that way – music was something personal for him that he didn’t share with the women in his life. I was the one who was being treated.

I reached up and cupped his face with my hand. “I love you,” I whispered, my throat choked with emotion. I glanced quickly to check if Colin could overhear me, but he was busy pouring drinks a few feet away and seemed focused on his work. “If I had seen you playing your guitar and singing before I met you, I would have had a huge crush on you.”

Drake laughed out loud at that, his eyes twinkling. He leaned in and nibbled my neck, and I could feel him chuckling as he kissed my ear. “Only a crush?” he said and pulled back. “Not love at first sight?”

I grinned. “Lust at first sight, maybe.”

“I’ll take it.” Then he turned to Colin. “Put it on my tab,” he said and stood up. “See you tomorrow night.”

“Great,” Colin said. He turned to me. “So glad to see you again, Kate. You gotta know we were all so happy about your news. Drake’s going to make a great father.”

“He will,” I said and turned to Drake, smiling up at him. “The best father.”

Drake took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“And you’ll be the best mother,” he said. Then he turned to Colin. “Later,” he said with a wave. He took my hand and led me away from the bar, threading our way through the tables and to the door. Patrons nodded to Drake and smiled at him as he walked by.

“As for you,” he said and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “I have plans for you.”

That sent a thrill through me. “Oh, yes?” I said and quirked an eyebrow. “Plans? What could you possibly mean, Dr. Delish?”

When we got to the door, Drake pulled me against his body and ground his hips against me. “That’s for me to know and you to imagine. Now, come,” he said.

Colin waved to us from the bar before we were out the door. I waved back and then Sarah came up before we could leave.

“You’re coming tomorrow night?” she said, her face expectant, a tray of empty drinks in her hand. “Mom cooks a mean roast. Drake, you’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“Of course we’re coming,” Drake said and squeezed my hand.