Desire (3 page)

Wendy Peterson. Her father’s temper would stay
with him forever. The man had raised his fist to his brother. Without thinking
Drake had intervened before the older man could land a single punch. Drake
hadn’t hurt the older man, but he’d pushed him away with some force. No one hit
his brother. Evan could take care of himself, but Drake had promised he would
always have his older brother’s back. He’d never let him down.

His cell phone started to ring. Turning down the
volume he saw his friend Mason was calling.

“What can I do for you?” Drake asked.

“Well, I wondered why you hadn’t called me.”

Drake frowned. “Why would I call you?”

“When Evan calls to tell me about a girl, I
figured you’d be on the same train. You both have that connection with girls.”

Mason was one of the few people whom they
trusted with their secret. Drake had never gone to his father to tell him about
it. Desiring the same woman seemed wrong somehow.

“Evan put a call in about Wendy Peterson?” Drake
asked.

“Ah, so you do know what is going on.”

Growling down the line Drake heard the door go.
“I can’t believe you’re only just telling me this now.”

“I aim to cause trouble. Tell your brother I’ll
have the information he requires in a couple of weeks.”

Mason was a good friend, but he liked causing
trouble. Turning off the television Drake went in search of his brother.

Evan was removing his own jacket and tie as he
made his way downstairs.

“So, leaving Wendy alone was never on the
cards.”

His older brother hung his head. “Trust Mason to
go shooting his mouth off, and no, I couldn’t let it go.”

Folding his arms Drake glared at his brother. No
matter how angry he felt towards Evan he was also glad he’d decided to get in
touch with Mason. Leaving Wendy alone wasn’t an option.

Chapter
Three

Wendy finished work at five the following
Monday. She worked in a beauty salon even though she could work for any
business as a personal assistant or secretary. There were not a lot of jobs
around, so she sorted through the books for Claire, her boss. The money was
awful, but at least it paid the bills and kept her off the street. Being in the
small salon with the regular customers reminded her of home and working in her
father’s shop. She always liked the continuation of work and the same
customers. Her mother had used to gossip with them for hours.

Tucking her cold hands into her coat, she made
her way along the street towards the local deli shop. She wanted to grab some
more ice-cream for Tiffany, who had just broken up from her latest boyfriend.
Her friend worked as a waitress in a restaurant even though she could do much
more with her accounting degree. She shook her head at how different their
lives turned out.

She paused as a car stopped by her side. The
passenger window opened to reveal Drake Johnson.

“Hello, beautiful,” he said.

“Seriously, you’re actually going to stalk me on
my way home.”

Wendy chuckled and carried on walking. It had
been a week since she’d last seen Drake. The memory of him still lived in her
mind. She’d had plenty of wet dreams about him in the last few days. All of
them made her wake up gasping to be satisfied. She didn’t like the fact he held
so much control over her.

The car door opened, and then he was by her
side. “It’s cold. Let me drive you home.”

“You’re insane. That’s the only way to describe
you, insane. You don’t know the first thing about me, and yet you’re inviting
me into your car. What if I steal from you?” she asked.

She was thrilled to see him, which also disappointed
her. Wendy shouldn’t be thrilled. Her father would pitch a fit if he knew who
was talking to her.

“We got off to a bad start the other day. I
didn’t know who you were, and I want to make it up to you.”

As if the gods were looking down on him, the clouds
opened up, and it started raining. Groaning at the unfairness of it all she
followed him to the back of the limo. She wasn’t going to look a gift horse in
the mouth, even if the gift horse came at the hands of Drake Johnson.

“That’s a good girl. Now, where do you want my
driver to take you?” he asked.

“I need to get some food. If you keep going
along this road and turn right I can direct you from there.” She rubbed her
hands together in an attempt to get heat to them. The rain poured out of the
skies. She pushed her hair off her face and stared out of the window. Drake’s
gaze didn’t move from her. “Could you stop staring?” she asked.

When she turned to face him she saw a smile
lifting his lips. His lips were plump and so inviting.

Turning back to her window she rubbed her hands
down her thighs.

“Thank you for the ride,” she said. Her mother
had trained her from an early age to have good manners.

“It’s a pleasure.”

When they got to the street where the deli was,
she tapped Drake’s leg in order for him to stop the driver.

“This is where I need to be.”

Drake pressed a button, and the car stopped
immediately. Smiling, she climbed out of her side of the car. Drake appeared
out of the other end.

“You should have let me open the door for you.”

“I don’t need a man to open doors.” She brushed
past him into the deli. In the short time that it had taken for them to get to
the deli the rain had died off. Wendy grabbed a basket then made her way to the
freezer section.

“You sure know how to run away,” Drake said
against her ear.

She jumped, not expecting him to be standing that
close.

“You know how to scare a woman. Thank you for
the lift, but I can make it home from here.” She opened the door grabbed a
carton of vanilla and chocolate ice-cream then made her way down to the meat
section.

“It could rain again.”

Wendy did everything she could to ignore the man
behind her. The glances they were getting unnerved her. Drake gained a lot of
attention no matter where he went. She’d seen the stares from the women the
night she’d visited the club.

She got to the checkout and was about to pay
when Drake handed over his card.

“I can pay for my shopping,” she said.

Drake took the bag his card and then pulled her
back out to the limo. When she was seated next to him she turned her glare
toward him.

“How dare you manhandle me,” she said.

“I dare because I want to make sure you get home
safely.” He gave directions to his driver, and she stared at him.

“How do you know where I live?” she asked.

Her body hummed with the sexual awareness
bouncing between them. Licking her lips she tried to push the desire back, but
her pussy melted at the dark brown gaze running over her. From his gaze alone
she felt like his fingers were working a path with her body.

“Please, stop,” she said. Her pulse pounded
inside her chest.

Drake pressed the button on his side of the car.
The window went up between their seats and the driver. They were alone.

“Stop what?”

He turned toward her. His hand went to her knee.
She glanced at his dark, tanned hand against her white, pale leg. Her clit
swelled between her thighs. Her cunt grew wet at his closeness. The tips of his
fingers eased under the skirt.

Her heart pounded with each beat inside her
chest. Part of her wanted to push him away while another part wanted to claw at
him to stay. She’d never been so deeply affected by a man before. Tiffany had
described this same feeling but never how intense it felt. Being under Drake’s
scrutiny was sending her life into a whirlwind with no chance of escape.

She didn’t know if they passed her apartment
building or kept going.

****

Drake saw the effect his closeness was having on
her. There was nothing he could really do without Evan present. He needed to
get his brother and Wendy into the same room so the two could meet.

The feel of her soft skin under his fingers was
driving him insane. Her eyes had dilated in the short space of time he’d been
touching her. The scent of her pussy invaded the small limo. He wanted to taste
her cream.

“What do you want me to stop?” he asked.

He’d driven past her workplace hoping to catch a
glimpse of her. Mason had come back to them with a small file. Wendy Peterson
was twenty-three years old. She’d not long graduated from college with a degree
in business. However, she worked at a salon dealing with the book side of
things and lived with her best friend, Tiffany Sanders. No boyfriend and no
prospective boyfriends were on the cards. He was pleased with the last piece of
information.

She regularly visited her father, and her mother
had passed away two years ago.

The report had been detailed and thorough. Wendy
had no debts to answer to. The money he and Evan had paid her father had seen
to that.

The moment he’d seen her walking out of the
salon into the bite of the cold air, Drake hadn’t been able to stop himself.
Offering her a lift was merely an excuse to spend more time with her.

He didn’t understand the need burning inside
him. Never in all of his years had he felt so attracted to a woman. Drake had
fucked plenty of women with and without Evan’s presence. None of them made him feel
like Wendy. She turned his whole world into knots.

Moving his fingers farther up her thigh he
watched her gaze widen as she stared at his hand.

“All you need to do is say stop, and I will.”

“This is not fair.”

“I’m not going to hurt you, Wendy.”

They drove past her apartment. She stared at him,
and her hand settled over his on her thigh. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

She pushed his hand up, riding her skirt up to
her waist. His palm slid against her panties. Her scent grew stronger as he
pushed her panties out of the way to slide a finger between her soaking wet
folds. Wendy gasped, and Drake took his chance to kiss her. He slammed his lips
down on hers demanding she kiss him back. Her tongue peeked out, licking over
his bottom lip. She moaned, opening her lips for him to delve into her moist
heat. As his tongue slid inside her mouth he slipped a finger into her hot,
hungry cunt.

Wendy cried out. Her fingers sank into the
length of his hair. She pulled him close pressing her lips harder against his.
The passion inside her startled him. Her needy response echoed his.

He added a second finger inside her, pumping
them in time with his tongue. Drake pulled away watching her eyes flutter
closed as he worked her pussy with his fingers. She looked so damn sexy. The
coat she wore hung open on either side of her legs, and her skirt wrapped
around her waist with her legs opened wide.

“You look so beautiful.”

Unable to not taste her, Drake slid to the
floor, opening her legs wider to receive him. She moved to the centre of the
seats staring down at him.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“I’m going to taste you.” He tore the fabric of
her panties in two then settled between her thighs inhaling her subtle, sweet
scent.

Before she had time to protest, Drake opened her
lips and then licked a path from her clit down to her entrance.

She gasped. Her hand stroked his hair as he
licked out her pussy.

“More,” she said, gasping when he teased her clit
in slow circles. She thrust up to meet him. Glancing up her body, he found the
only thing missing was her tits on full glorious display.

Next time, Drake vowed he’d get her naked in the
back of the limo.

For now, he was happy to taste her. Her essence
exploded on his tongue. Moving his hand to his pants, he opened the zipper and
pulled out his throbbing length.

His desire for her was too strong to deny.
Taking his cock in hand, he began to pump the shaft. Pre-cum coated the tip,
and he rubbed it around the mushroomed head. With his free hand, he pressed two
fingers inside her cunt and licked her clit with his tongue. Her fingers glided
through his hair making him moan at the feel of her around him.

Her scent would stay with him for the remainder
of the day. Drake tightened his grip on his cock working the length as he
licked her. Her body shuddered under his tongue. In a matter of seconds she
would explode. Her essence leaked out of her as her pleasure started to build.

“I’m going to come,” she said. Her voice sounded
breathless.

Drake wasn’t far. Tasting her, watching her, was
enough to send him over that blissful edge. At the same time Wendy cried out
beneath him, her orgasm washing over her as his cum spurted over the floor. He
continued to lick her until she begged him to stop.

He cleaned up his mess the best he could before
settling back. Wendy stared at him. Her eyes were bright with arousal and
shock.