Desire (4 page)

“I can’t believe I just did that.” She pushed
her skirt down in a jerky movement. He saw her apartment building coming back
into view. She gazed out of the window to see it, too. “I’ve made the biggest
mistake of my life. I can’t believe I let you do that.”

Tucking his cock back into his pants he sat
back. Licking the taste of her off his finger Drake watched her. She looked
flustered but sated.

“I’m pleased it happened,” he said.

She glared at him. “I don’t want to talk to
you.”

Wendy grabbed her cases. The moment the limo
pulled up outside her house, she opened the door. When she went to slam the
door back in place, Drake held it steady so she didn’t get the chance.

“What are you doing?” she asked. Her blue eyes
shot daggers at him.

“I want to know when I can see you again.”

“Never,” she said, storming off.

“Stay here.” Drake followed behind her.

Wendy kept ignoring him until she got to her
apartment door. “This is stalking, and you can get arrested for it.”

Drake leaned in close to her ear. “I’ve just had
my face in your pussy. I don’t think they’ll be arresting me any time soon.”

She growled turning away from him.

Her hands shook as she tried to get the key in
the door.

“What on earth is going on?” Her apartment door
opened revealing her friend. Drake recognised her from the image Mason had sent
him.

“Well, well, well, who is this?” Tiffany asked,
folding her arms.

Wendy rested her head against the wall groaning.

Chapter
Four

Wendy was going straight to hell. There was no
other explanation for it. Tiffany stared at her with her arms folded and one
eyebrow raised. The questions in her friend’s eyes would not be hard to guess.

“Tiffany, this is Drake. Drake, this is
Tiffany.”

“You’re the owner of Desire, right?” Tiffany
asked.

“The very one, but I’m not the only one who owns
it.” Drake took her friend’s offered hand and placed a kiss on it.

Wendy was going to throw up.

You’ve
just had his face between your thighs. Kissing your roommate’s hand is nothing,
Wendy.

“Drake was just leaving,” Wendy said, cutting
through the introductions.

“No, he needs to have a drink. If I can see he
wants to talk to you then you can, too. Stop being rude to the man,” Tiffany
said, pulling him inside their apartment.

Sticking her tongue out at her friend was
childish and immature, but Wendy did it anyway.

Tiffany gave her the finger behind Drake’s back.
She walked through to the kitchen to put away the melting ice-cream. Her legs
felt like jelly with each step she took. The orgasm that Drake had just given
her had been amazing. She’d never come like that in her life. That man had a
wicked tongue and knew how to use it.

She turned round to see Drake leaning against
the counter watching her. His arms were folded over his chest. The coat he’d
been wearing was removed.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Your friend told me to get comfortable.” Drake
ran his gaze over her. “Do you want these?” He held her torn panties on his
finger. She snatched them off him checking ‘round him to see if her friend saw
his move.

Drake caught her to him with an arm around her
waist. His cock pressed, hard and thick, against her stomach.

“You’ve got to stop this,” she said.

He leaned down brushing her lips with his. “Stop
what?”

She tasted her essence on his lips. “You’re not
playing fair.”

“I’ve never played fair, baby.”

Wendy tensed in his arms. The memory of her father’s
pain washed over her better than any cold shower. She pulled out of his arms.
“Yeah, I know why you don’t play fair.”

Drake cursed. Before he got chance to say
another word, Tiffany walked around the door. She’d replaced her clothes with
her waitressing outfit.

“I’ve been called in on overtime at the
restaurant. I’ll see you when I get back later tonight,” Tiffany said, kissing
her cheek.

“I don’t suppose I could interest you ladies to
come to Desire on Friday night?” Drake asked, stopping Tiffany from walking out
the door.

Wendy glared at Drake, knowing what he was
trying to do.

Her friend smiled. “I’d love to come and check
out the hottest club around. I’ll make sure to bring Wendy with me. She’s not
much for going out, but I’m sure she’d love to see you again.”

Tiffany wrapped her arms around Wendy hugging
her close.

“I hate you,” Wendy said, whispering the words
against her ear.

“I know, but you’ll love me more afterwards.”
Tiffany left the apartment, which meant Wendy and Drake were alone.

“Your friend is nice,” Drake said.

Wendy glared at him. “I know what you’re trying
to do. It’s not going to work.”

“What am I trying to do?” he asked.

She grabbed the juice she’d bought and placed it
in the fridge. “Why are you doing this? We met a few nights ago, and suddenly
you’re outside my work and offering me lifts. I don’t get it. I don’t get any
of this. We don’t know each other,” she said. She pointed between them trying
to emphasise their differences.

“Why are you intent on fighting it?” Drake
asked.

“What is there to fight?”

He moved faster than she expected. Drake pressed
her against the fridge. His hard, solid body branded her where she stood. One
hand went next to her head while the other wrapped around her waist pulling her
close.

“You feel it. You want me, Wendy, even though
you don’t want to at the same time.”

She moaned as he pressed hot kisses against her
neck. There was no control for the pleasure that consumed her. Her body felt
like a volcano about to explode.

 
The fact
she barely knew the man didn’t matter. Her body knew him better than she did.
All she wanted to do was give in to her body’s demands. Instead she placed her
hands on his chest and pushed.

Drake released her without argument.

“I feel something, and I’m not going to be
controlled by it.” She brushed past him opening the door to the apartment.

He went to the door without question. Before he
left, he captured her cheek in his palm turning her to face him.

“Look at me,” he said.

Wendy stared into his dark gaze. His eyes looked
black as he stared down at her.

“When you touch your pussy I want you to
remember it was my tongue that gave you an orgasm.”

“I hate you.” The words were a lie, but she said
them anyway.

Drake chuckled. “We’ll see.”

He left her apartment without a backwards look.
She shut the door, staring at it for several moments after he left.

Her hand moved to cup her pussy through her
skirt. She jerked her hand away shaking her head. She was going insane. Wendy
needed a bath.

Moving toward the bathroom she removed her
clothing and watched the hot water fill the tub.

She wondered how Drake had found out her
address. Had he heard her tell the driver of the taxi she’d taken the other
day?

Shaking her head, she watched the water.

How was she going to get through another meeting
with him? When Friday came Tiffany would be going to Desire. She wondered how
she was going to survive the night with Drake close by. Whenever he was near
she seemed to lose all sight of her own senses. None of it made sense to her.
She’d never been controlled by her desires before.

Drake was overtaking everything she knew about
herself.
 

****

Evan looked up as Drake walked through the front
door of their house. They lived in one of the upscale properties in the centre
of the city. He’d spent the past hour running on the treadmill. Wiping the
sweat from his brow, he observed his brother.

“You don’t look happy.”

Drake threw his keys onto the tray with such
force they fell behind the unit. His brother cursed then proceeded to grab the
keys from the floor.

“I imagine I’ve spent the last couple of hours
doing something more interesting than what you’ve been doing.”

Hanging the towel around his neck Evan waited
for Drake to elaborate. When nothing was forthcoming he left him to walk into
the kitchen. He grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge then turned to see
his brother glancing down at his phone.

“Where were you?” Evan asked. Being the elder of
the two, Drake’s safety always concerned him. Since their parents passed
he
felt a need to make sure his brother was okay. “I went to
see Wendy.”

Evan tensed. The sound of her name alone was
enough to set his hormones into overdrive. “I thought we agreed to leave her
alone?”

“No, you decided to leave her alone. I had my
own plans.” Drake pushed past him to grab a bottle of water.

“Well, what did you find out?”

Evan hadn’t even talked to the girl, and he
wanted to know every single detail of her life. The way she’d possessed his
soul startled him. None of it made sense. His reaction to her freaked him out a
little. He’d fucked plenty of women and still kept them at a distance. No woman
was worth fighting his brother for. At a young age they’d both realised their
future was with the same woman.

His brother smiled. The smile reminded him of
when they were younger and Drake had gotten an extra piece of candy from their
neighbour for giving her the puppy dog eyes.

“What are you hiding?” Evan asked.

“I know what she tastes like.”

He froze on the spot. “What?”

“The heavens opened up, and I offered her a
lift. When we were in the back of the limo something changed.” Drake stopped
talking to take a sip of his drink.

Hanging in suspense, Evan took the water off him
and glared. “Now is not the time to be drinking. What the hell did you do?”

“We were talking, and I was stroking her leg,
and then we were kissing. The kissing ended up with me between her sweet thighs
licking the tastiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Evan’s cock thickened to record proportions. He
winced, moving the length into a more comfortable position inside his tight
running shorts. The file Mason had obtained on her only made his desire for her
more.

Drake smiled at him as he took another sip of
his drink. “I’ve also convinced her to come to the club Friday night.”

Nodding, Evan turned away. He needed a cold
shower and to rid the image of Drake between her thighs. He could only begin to
imagine the kind of pleasure his brother had given her. She’d have been
screaming in absolute bliss.
 

Once he finished his cold shower he moved toward
the office he and Drake shared. Desire was a raging success, and they were
looking towards opening another club. Evan started looking through the
properties the realtor had sent his way. Several looked promising, but only a
couple of them caught his eye. They had enough money to invest into buying
another suitable building. Being the overly cautious type, Evan would never
dream of ruining their current financial situation. He liked being able to pay
his bills and afford a lot of life’s luxuries without worrying about his bank
balance. Pushing the properties aside he stared down at the file Mason had hand
delivered to their door. The brown file didn’t look threatening, and yet the
information it contained had done its worst on him. He ran his hand over the
cover before flicking it open. There on the front page was a picture of Wendy.

Her name ran through his mind like a caress.

Stroking her lips Evan shook his head. He’d
never known himself to be so taken with a woman he’d never spoken to.

Usually he needed more to go on than what a
document gave him. There was more to a person than a list of credentials or a
complete background check into what they’d been up to. He needed to hear her
laugh or see what she liked to eat. If she was like a lot of the women he dated
and ordered very little and complained about her weight then she’d have to go.
He didn’t like picky women. Staring at the photograph he saw the voluptuous
curves on display. The picture looked like it had been taken at the park. She
wore a pair of shorts and a tight fitting crop top. The heat was beating down,
and she was standing between two other girls. One of them was her friend
Tiffany while the other remained nameless. There had been some charity event at
the college they’d attended, and this was when the picture had been taken. She
was twenty-one years old in the photo with her whole life ahead of her.

He closed the file wanting to wipe the memory of
her from his mind. Ronald Peterson had been a tough man. He’d not been able to
accept he was going bankrupt, and he was going to ruin his life along with his
daughter’s.