I do it to be a brat but his mouth twitches in a smirk.
“Baby,” he warns.
“He must be talking to you,” I tell the women next to me.
“I’ll get up.” She smiles big at Drake. He doesn’t bother to glance her way.
“You’ll have to get in line from my understanding.” I’m not sure if I’m warning her or myself because I want to get up and jump into his arms.
“I don’t mind a line,” the woman says. Drake’s smirk drops from his lips and he looks more irritated than I am at the woman’s words. The sound of her unclipping her seat belt has me jerking my head to look at her.
If I can take Bacon I can take her, but I shouldn’t care. Before I can tell her Sit down, I’m lifted into the air and thrown over Drake’s shoulder. I’m just thankful that I put panties on before I made my run for it.
“What are you—” I yelp when a hand comes down on my ass, catching me by surprise. I try to look up but my hair falls, blocking everything out as Drake strides from the plane.
“Is someone going to stop this?” I shout. It only gets me another smack to the ass. “I was doing what you wanted! I was going home!” I shout again when he doesn’t respond.
“Put me down!” I try again. When I realize no one is going to help me nor am I getting away, I stop trying. My body is drawn to him. Regardless of how much my mind wants to continue fighting, my body knows who is going to win this fight. I want him too badly even though I want to slap him too.
We keep moving but my hair hangs down in my face, making it impossible to see where he is taking me. I hear people address Drake as Mr. Weston. I just hang there frustrated and quiet as I wait for Drake to stop and put me down. He’s quiet also but he’s moving at a fast pace. It isn’t until we shift some that I know we’re going up stairs. I try to peek again but all I can see now is that we’re outside for a moment. I hear a door open a few moments later.
“I’m going to put you down, baby. You have to promise to listen to me and let me explain everything,” he says in that deep, no-nonsense voice of his.
I nod my head up and down at first but realize he’s unable to see my face.
“Fine,” I sigh, pretending I don’t want to know what he has to say but while he carried me over his shoulder like I was a rag doll my mind was spinning with the many excuses he was going to give me. I was leaving. So what he didn’t get in my pants. It is clear he doesn’t need help getting laid. One thought keeps dominating my mind though. He was the one that came to find me, boarded my flight and carried me away because he wanted me.
He slides me down his long, hard body and my traitorous vagina clenches with need, growing wet. I try to take in my surroundings, which looks to be a bedroom of some sort, but my eyes stay on him. My feet still haven’t touched the ground. Before they can, he moves, placing me on a bed. I immediately scoot back away from him. I want to hear what he has to say but I need a little distance from him so that I’m able to think straight. When his hands are on me all I can do is think about where I want them to explore next. There is no denying that my body wants him and I’d be lying if I said my heart didn’t.
I watch hurt flash across his face as I move back from him. He sits down on the edge of the bed and looks me straight in my eyes. It’s something I’ve learned I love about him in the short time I’ve known him. He doesn’t back down. Though right now, I can see the worry in his eyes. He looks disheveled when I really take him in. I doubt Drake has looked disheveled a day in his life before now. How I know that I have no idea, but I do. It’s in the way he carries himself, speaks. Always two steps ahead. I’m pretty sure it’s why I enjoy doing some of the things I do to him. He needs to be shaken up from time to time.
“You gonna say something?” I finally drawl.
“I don’t want to get it wrong,” he admits with a long sigh. At his admission something inside of me cracks. I crawl across the bed into his lap, straddling him.