"What do you mean your not going?"
I'm sprawled out on the bed with my head under the pillow when I hear Ella from the doorway. Maybe if I stay still and ignore her, she'll go away I muse softly yet when she begins to tap her foot against the floor I groan.
"Ella," I moan, "I don't want to go. I don't like drinking and I feel out of place with all those guys."
She huffs and pads over to sit on the edge of the bed, the matress dipping. "I think this is the first time I've ever see you like this, so... meek and boring."
I snort and brush her comment off, "Callum messaged me last night." I relax against the sheets, smiling slightly as I know that will have snagged my sister's attention. "He wants me to go-"
"You're not going back to him, I don't care if you want him it's not happening," Her eyes are dark and her tone firm, "He's bad news Raven, I mean look what he did to you and Drake and then to cheat on you in your own bed."
"I know, I just ignored the message... Are you looking forward to tonight then? I couldn't help but overhear all your friends gushing about it this morning."
I peak out from under the pillow to find my sister grinning, "Yeah if only you knew what they were all giggling about. I heard that they got me a stripper."
"Ooo I stripper, can I come to your hen night instead of Blake's stags do?" I flutter my lashes at her and she opens her mouth to reply when the front door opens and closes and then I hear whistling.
My breathing hitches as I then hear Drake talking to someone on the phone, I sit up on the bed and cross my ankles turning my gaze to Ella to find her with a chesire smile on her face. My cheeks burn despite myself.
"What?"
"No, you can't come to my hen night, you aren't getting out of this one." She pokes my knee, "I hear you and him hit it off the other day when you lot were trying on suits..." She raises an eyebrow and I blush deeper. "How did that go by the way? Didn't drool too much when you saw Drake in a suit did you?"
"Ella!"
She laughs and pokes me again making me groan and push my face into the pillow some more. "It's not funny and who told you that me and him..." I bite my lower lip, "Oh. Brian doesn't like me very much, I don't blame him but it does make me a little uncomfortable to be around him."
"I know," I watch my sister frown slightly before she sighs and pats my leg. "He's still cut up over you and Drake, just give him some time."
We hear shuffling and we turn to find Drake approaching, the small smile on his lips as he puts his phone back into his pocket. A sudden wave of jealously washes over me, was that his new boyfriend? I hope not.
I want to be the guy that makes him smile like that to the point where his eyes twinkle, to hear his voice laced with sleep as he says goodmorning and goodnight, to feel him inside me and to hear the words I love you, leave his lips for me.
"...Trying to get out of it, isn't that right Raven?"
Snapping from my thoughts, I raise an eyebrow to find my sister and my lover staring at me. My pulse leaps as I briefly lock gazes with Drake. "What?"
"You weren't listening at all were you!" Ella rolls her eyes, "I bet I know what you were thinking about though."
I turn to her then to shoot her a look that speaks volumes yet my sister just get's that mischevious grin on her face.
"I was just telling Drake here how you don't wana to go later." She gestures to the man standing there looking delicious as always. "I was trying to make him convince you to go, it's only one night and it's not going to do you any harm now is it?"
"Ella I told you I don't enjoy-"
"You always liked to go out with me, remember that time I got drunk and started bursting into song?" Drake's voice was soft, his smile gentle. "I'm surprised I didn't start trying to take my clothes off, God I had such a hang over the day after."
He chuckles and Ella beams at me, as if she already knows that I can't say no to him. I watch, mesmorized as Drake looks at me from under those dark lashes and gives me a smile that leaves me reeling.
"You'll come out tonight, wont you Raven?"
My mouth suddenly goes dry and I've lost my voice so I nod meakly, taring my gaze from him briefly to shoot my sister a look of annoyance. If only looks could kill.
"Right I better go get some stuff for later," Drake's eyes twinkle and my pulse leaps. "I'll see you later and Ella I hope you have a great hen night, don't get too drunk though K?" He came over to hug my sister and a small pang of jealousy hit me.
Being so close to him, I can smell him. He smells like home and it brings back all the memories we shared together. I glance down at his hands to find that the gold band I placed there months ago is gone and my heart sinks.
"...Try not to break my little brother okay? Make sure you look after his sorry ass."
Ella giggles at Drake before he's out the door and gone again. Once the front door is slammed shut, I find myself snapping from my trance and I glare at my sister. "What the hell was that?"
She pouts in that cute way and flutters her eyeslashes at me. "What was what?"
"That, just now, you and him," I groan and flopp back onto the bed, "I can't believe I just agreed to going."
I hear her giggle again and this time despite myself, I find the corners of my lips tilting up. "I can." she whispers and I growl, dragging her down beside me to tickle her, her laughter has her squirming beneath me and neither of us realise that someone is watching until they clear their throat.
"Brian!"
Ella squeals and wriggles under me and this time I let her up, avoiding my sister's husband to be. He intimidates me and I think he knows it. I watch my sister scramble to her feet and throw herself around him, his eyes immediatly went to her, a soft smile on his lips.
"Hey you."
"What are you doing here? You know your not supposed to see me until tomorrow." She purrs and leans up to kiss his cheek.
I watch him shrug, a lop-sided grin on his face. "I couldn't stay away."
Getting up from the bed, I bring them from their trance like state with one another and Brian's eyes rest on me, his lips no longer in a smile. I feel myself squirm under his gaze yet Ella seems oblivious and grins at me instead.
"I'm going to go walk the dog... Ah, see you later?"
Brian says nothing for a long moment and then ever so slightly nods, looking pained. Without another word, I scurry out the bedroom and leave my sister with her fiance. On the way down the hall my sister's soft voice reaches my ears.
"...could be nicer to him, he's my brother Brian despite whats happened between Drake and him."
I can't hear Brian's response but my cheeks burn regardless. Not wanting to run into Drake again, I grab the leash, call for the pup who bounds towards me with her tail wagging a mile a minute and leave, thoughts wondering to what it used to be like.
"That was beautiful."
Drake turns and gives me a smile, his dimples showing and his eyes bright. "You're beautiful."
My cheeks burn and I chuckle, leaning up to press my lips against his. God he tastes so good, I muse softly to myself, hands going to his hair as he wrapps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against him.
His scent envelopes me, pure man and something I can't put my finger on. Whatever it is has me moaning softly against his lips and he tightens his grip on me in response.
"We should get home." I whisper between kisses.
He leans down to nip my jaw, my eyes close and a throaty moan of pleasure leaves me before I can stop it. Despite being surrounded by people, cars zooming past and beeping their horns as they go, I want him. So bad.
"Probably," His husky voice snaps me from my thoughts and I gaze up at him, his smile changing, his eyes darkening with lust. "I want you naked in my bed." He whispered low, for my ears only.
I can't help but grin and break our embrace to start to head back to the hotel we're staying in. Three days into our honey moon and we've only just managed to leave that room tonight. We've been too busy wrapped up in each other, not that I'm complaining.
The play we went to see what amazing and the restruant afterwards was pretty. Seeing Drake in his best attire is also a bonus, he looks delicious and sexy and I just want to jump his bones. Snapping from my thoughts, I raise an eyebrow, tone teasing.
"Just your bed?"
Drake squeezes my hand and picks up the pace, clearly eager. "Well being the man in the relationship, clearly that means the bed belongs to me." He purrs.
I laugh, the sound causing my husband to roll his eyes as we push our way through the doors and across the large, fancy lobby. Once inside the elevator, my gaze slides to his to find him already staring at me.
"What?"
He reaches down and runs a hand through my hair, "Nothing," His voice gets softer, tender, "I love you Raven, you know that don't you?"
My heart swells with joy and I have to fight off the overwhelming urge to cry. "Of course and I love you..." I lean into him and as soon as our bodies touch, he's pushing me back against the elevator wall, his hands on either side of my face making me unable to escape.
God I love it when he take's control.
My cock stirs in my underwear, straining against my jeans and as he flexes his hips and sucks on my lower lip I know he can feel just how aroused I am for him. When he starts to pull away from me I begin to protest but he just smiles, the doors opening and letting on strangers.
They give us a brief look of curiousity before turning their backs, we must look a sight, I think, cheeks burning crimson yet again yet Drake just grins triumphantly.
More people get on until it's our stop and we stumble down the hallway to our room and once instead, Drake kicks the door shut, his eyes burning with lust for me. My pulse spikes and my mouth suddenly goes dry.
He shrugs out of his jacket and then begins to undo his buttoned shirt, letting me see the start of his chest hair. "Strip," He rasps, watching me with dark gleaming eyes.
"No," I take a tentive step towards him, "You do it."
That's all the invitation that he needs before he's pulling me to him and tugging at my clothes, my cock painfully hard and my breathing coming out in short, loud pants. In his haste to get me undressed, buttons fly off my shirt and scatter across the floor and we stumble back to lay on the sofa, nuzzled between my thighs.
"Drake," I whisper, desperate for him.
He moaned and yanks down my pants, letting me spring free and now I'm naked, sprawled out beneath him with flushed cheeks. He looks down at me and smiles, leaning down to trail open mouthed kisses down my chest, capturing a nipple between his teeth and biting.
I cry out and flex my hips into him, I'm rewarded with a growl of pleasure.
"God I want you."
"Take me," The need for my man is evident in my voice, "Take me, please Drake."
Drake winks at me, steps back and lets me get to my feet but not for long as he then hauls me over his shoulder, a girlish yelp leaving me as he smacks my ass and I groan. He throws me onto the bed and I grin at him, squirming and needy and wanton.
"Drake."
He rolls his eyes and slips off his shoes and trousers before climbing ontop of me, exactly where I want him to be.
"Love me." I wrap myself around him.
He bites my neck, "Always." Before I lose myself in him.
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Bringing myself from my thoughts I find myself sitting on the park bench with my hands clasped and my pulse pounding. I miss him, I blink back tears, I miss him so much. Why did I have to such an idiot?
I watch as the bigger dogs bounce around playing with my pup, I smile ever so slightly as she jumps on one and nips their ear playfully. Leaning back against the hard wood, I gaze up at the sky and try desperately not think back to other times during mine and Drake's honeymoon.
I'm dreading later but despite having to see everyone else be happy, a small part of me is glad to go. I'll get to see Drake, maybe if he gets drunk I'll have to undress him again, I smile slightly and shake my head.
This should be fun.
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The music is loud, my ears are ringing and my shirt is clinging to me like a second skin. I sit there nursing my beer and watching the rest of the guys try to pick up chicks, grinding against them and high fiving one another when they have a girl latched onto them.
God it's hot in here.
Brian has been a little more talkative to me and I'm rather grateful for whatever Ella said to him earlier but I try not to dwell on that.
I'm sitting here hiding in the shadows lost in thought when someone slumps beside me and slings there arm around me. It's hot and sticky but I stay where I am, glancing at them as they smile, eyes bright under the lights.
"Coming to dance?"
I realise after a heartbeat that it's one of Brian's friends, his pale skin dances with shadows from the crowded dance floor, he squeezes my shoulders and winks, they all know I'm into guys and all the flirtation looks he gives me has me on edge.
"No," I lean in to shout next to his ear, "I'm going to finish off this drink first."
The guy smiles slightly, nods and then grabs the beer from my hands and downs it. Setting it back on the table, he wiggles his eyebrows at me.
"Come dance now! How are you going to find a fella if you're hiding?"
My smile falters. I've already found my guy, I think sonically, but I've lost him being an idiot. I'm about to decline his offer again when another figure comes to stand in front of us, their eyes set into a glare.
"Francis."
The guy looks up and lets out a joyous shout, clearly drunk and out of it. "Drake! There you are! I was just trying to get Raven here to come dance." He sends Drake a smile who doesn't seem at all impressed.
I can sense Drake's tense and I shrug out of Francis' hold and scoot away, clearing my throat though they can't hear me. "Go and dance I'll be there in a minute!"
Seeming satisfied with my answer, the red head climbs to his feet and stumbles off to join the rest of the group, laughing and shouting and cheering. My gaze turns back to Drake who is looking at me like I'm a disobediant child.
"What?"
He slides into the booth with grace I didn't think he possed in his intoxicated state and gives me that look. "Do you like him?" He shouts over the music, leaning close.
I can't help but relish the feeling of him brushing against me, his warmth clashing with mine. My pulse leaps and my cock stirs, oh no, not now! "Who? Francis?" I watch him nod, "Why?"
Drake's look is smouldering. "Just answer the question!"
"Why should I? It's got nothing to do with you anymore." I feel myself hardening and I clasp my hands under the table to stop myself from reaching out to touch Drake's thigh that is pressed against my leg.
I watch Drake's expression change, his eyes large from the alcohol yet he still manages to pull of that pissed off, I'm in charge look.
"It has everything to do with me."
My pulse leaps yet again but I frown at his words. "What on earth is that supposed to mean?"
He regards me with interest, the intensity of his stare making me want to squirm. Leaning closer, his lips brush against my ear as he speaks, my heart is in my throat at this point and I gasp as tingles of pleasure run down my spine.
"You are my buisness," His voice is a low, deep rumble that has desire creeping up on me. "Despite what's happened, we're still married."
I open my mouth to response with a witty comment when Brian appears, grabbing his brother's hand saying something about one of his friend's being here. I watch as Drake's eyes light up and a grin comes onto his face. My heart sinks.
Drake stumbles over into the crowd, lost amongst the sea of strangers and I tare my gaze away from where he's just gone to find Brian staring at me. I raise an eyebrow, blushing as I've got caught.
He says nothing and just standing there, seeming to have an inner battle with himself before he sighs and hesistantly offers me his hand. "Come on! I've had enough of seeing you sitting there sulking."
Surprised, I get out of the booth and let Brian drag me through the grinding bodies and limbs to the rest of the group. They cheer and wave at me when they see me, some with a woman attatched at their hip and other's locked in a passionate kiss.
I start to dance and it isn't long before Drake comes back into view, I start to head over to him when I see his hand in someone elses. My stomach twists painfully and I resist the urge to go over and push the guy away.
Turning my back on them, I lose myself in the upbeat song, trying desperately to regain my composure yet I can't fight down the jealously that stirs deep within me. Who the hell is that guy? I thought Drake was single.
I'm beginning to get lost in my thoughts, mood darkening when I feel a body press against mine.
"I see you made it to the dance floor then."
I don't want to turn, I really don't but his voice and closeness has me doing so anyway and as I do Drake steps back with the guy he's just come back with, beside him. My eyes narrow into slits despite myself.
"Yeah, thought I might as well before I head home."
"You're going soon?" He frowns but I'm watching his friend, his eyes dark and his lips tilted up into a taunting smile. Does he know me?
Having noticed my staring, Drake clears his throat and slings an arm around myself and the other guy, dragging us closer till we are huddled together. The music continues to blar, the base of the song vibrating the floor.
"Raven this is my buddy Zane," Drake grins, "Zane this is Raven as you know."
The guy holds out his hand for me to shake and I make sure to grasp it firmly before letting it go. Drake has a beer in hand and my eyes trail to his throat as he takes large gulps of it. The last we'd met hadn't ended well.
"I'd say I'm sorry for punching you but I'd be lying!"
Reluctantly, I tare my gaze from my ex lover to find Zane regarding me with interest, his eyes gleaming yet it unsettles me.
"Great."
He nods about to saying something else when Drake nudges him and catches his attention. He whispers something in his ear that has Zane's eyes lighting up and I take a step back, with the intention of disappearing back into the shadows.
Someone however, wraps their arms around my neck and the sudden smell of vodka reaches my nose. "Raven!"
I manage to untangle myself from them, turning round to tell them to piss off when they wrap their arms around my waist instead. I want Drake, I want to shout, I want Drake and no-one else, why can't everyone just back off?!
Francis beams at me, his teeth white and even, his tongue snakes out to lick his lips and I cringe.
"You should get off me, I'm not in the mood."
He frowns, tightening his grip. "What? Why not? Come on! Let's have a little fun!"
A noise of irritation leaves me and I untangle myself from him yet again, this time turning to face him so I can shoot him a death glare, not that he seems at all fazed by it. "I'm going home!" I yell across to him, back up as I do so.
The music is too loud, my head is beginning to hurt and I feel dizzy. How much have I had to drink? I glance over at the table to find more than a handful of beer bottles and shot glasses covering it.
Oh. My bad.
"I just want to dance," Francis brings me from my thoughts as he reaches for me again and I narrowly miss him. "Come here!"
He makes me back up into a group of people who shoot me dirty looks and nudges me back towards him. No! I want to yelp, digging my heels into the ground as I don't want to be near him. Francis gives me a lop-sided smile.
Francis purrs with satisfaction once he's caught me, arms around me like a vice and his lips inches from my own.
"Hey!"
I look from Francis to find angry grey eyes staring at me. Dazed, I find that Drake has Francis by the collar of his shirt, hand clenched tight and his jaw set. "What the fuck is going on here?" He aims the question at the redhead yet his gaze stays locked on me.
I resist the urge to squirm under his stare. How is it possible for him to make me so horny with just a look? A blush creeps onto my cheeks at the thought.
"I was just, we were um..." Francis frowns, stumbling over his words. In the end he settles with a simple, small, "Sorry."
Drake drops him and he scurries off to join his brother at the bar, drinking shots. I roll my shoulders back and start to head towards the booth, Drake follows me and I suddenly become nervous.
When he see's me grab my coat, his frown deepens and I raise an eyebrow. "I'm going home!" I call over to him. "I'll see you tomorrow." Without giving him a chance, I then make my way across the crowded club and out into the fresh, night air.
As soon as I'm alone in the car park, my stomach twists and a sudden wave of nausea hits me. I stagger over to the nearest wall and lean over it, throwing up todays content. I don't hear foosteps but a gentle touch on the small of my back has me groaning.
"Someone's drank too much."
I tightly shut my eyes and swallow deep lungfuls of air. "No shit sherlock." I rasp.
A deep chuckle has my body becoming alive and I manage to get to an up right position to find Drake sitting on the wall next to me, his eyes bright and his cheeks flushed from the warmth of the club.
"D-Drake, I didn't think it was you." I pull my jacket closer to me. "I um, sorry. You should go back in, go have fun with your brother, I'm just going to head home."
He watches me with amused curiousity and after a moment of staring, he whispers. "Do you hate me? Hated what we had together?"
His question catches me off guard and I blanch. "What? Why on Earth would you say something like that?"
"You left me."
Three simple words yet it feels like my heart is being crushed in my chest. This breath-taking man is standing before me looking like the world is crashing around him and my stomach twists again.
I shove my hands into my pockets to stop myself from reaching out to caress his cheek.
"I screwed up, the time apart... it made me realise how bad I treated you and I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry." I clear my throat, voice low. "But I never hated what we have, I didn't hate you... God, I could never hate you."
Maybe it was the alcohol swimming around in my veins or maybe it was because after tomorrow I had no idea when I would see him again but I took a small step towards him and his eyes snap to mine, almost startled.
"You know what's funny?"
I say nothing, scared to break the talkative mood he's in.
"You were right back there. What you do has nothing to do with me anymore but I..." Words seem to fail him and he cracks his knuckles, eyes gazing up at the dark night sky, a small sad smile on his lips. "I couldn't bare to see you with anyone else, could have been a stranger on the dance floor instead of Francis but it still wouldn't have mattered."
I watch him, admire his handsome face and my heart breaks a little more.
"I thought I was over you."
He slowly meets my gaze then and now we're face to face, standing between his parted legs, I can feel his warmth, smell his delicious scent.
"Drake, I shouldn't have been so pissy with you in there, at the end of the day we are... married." I lick my lips and to my satisfaction, his eyes trail to my lips.
Kiss me.
"You don't like Zane."
I blink, rather surprised that he picked up on that, was it that obvious? I watch Drake grin at me and my pulse leaps.
Kiss me please.
"He doesn't like you very much either," He snorts, "He doesn't like the fact that I have anything to do with you. If he had it his way, I'd be long gone and in another country."
He watches me closely and I can't help but give him a look mixed between disgust and jealousy. "Why on earth would you run away with him?"
"I never said him did I," He sighs heavily as if the weight of the world is on him and drags a hand down his face. "See how easy it is to get jealous? What a mess we've made." He muses.
I'm about to reply when another wave of nausa hits me and I scramble away to ruin more of the flowers that are in the flower bed. Another groan leaves me as I gasp for air and my stomach muscles ache from convulsing.
After a while, I drop to my knees to slid round and rest against the wall. A cool breeze dances across my skin and I welcome it with open arms. God I've drank way too much. Fuck.
I hear Drake tut but I'm too tired to open my eyes, already fighting back exhaustion that wishes to take me. "You're going to get such a hang over tomorrow."
"Don't remind me."
"Oh I intend to remind you all the way home." Amusement is evident in his voice and I groan in response.
Cars zoom past and the club music reaches my ears though it's dulled by the walls and I let out a yawn and sag. I'm starting to drifting off to sleep when I feel myself being lifted into someone arms and I let out a soft noise of protest.
"Shh, just go back to sleep."
Somewhere beyong the foggyness that's clouding my head I realise that it's Drake and I relax against him despite myself, even go as far as nuzzling against him and muttering something under my breath.
I feel something brush against my lips, a thumb maybe and the last thing I hear is, "What am I going to do with you?" before sleep takes me and the world goes black.
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Romance*Sequel to Hush My Baby* Drake and Raven are finally a happy married couple but for how long? Brian finds himself in a terrible mess that has him desperate for his brothers help and a certain Ex has Drake tested to his limit as secrets are made and...
