50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

50SOD II: Chapter Twenty-Six

    "I don't like the way he looks at you." A confession made long after Brian and Carlos were gone. The lights were off. Music was playing. Aubrey hovered over her, naked and glistening with sweat. His arms were braced on either side of her shoulders.

    She stared up at him, just as sweaty as he was. "He looked at me a certain way?" she asked him breathlessly. "I didn't notice."

    "He's going to keep sniffing around you. He won't stop."

    "So fire him," she taunted him.

    "I just might," he said, brushing her hair back from her forehead. "Don't tempt me, because I just might do that."

    "Other men are going to look at me," she told him. "All that means is you have good taste."

    "Hmm," was all he said in response. He lowered his gaze and turned his head, took in the sight of her thighs pressed firmly against his hips. He shifted his position and moved within her, bringing a moan out of her. Her thighs tightened around him. He loved the feeling of that. He dipped his head down and nipped at her shoulder. "Who do you belong to?"

    She didn't respond right away.

    He shifted inside of her again.

    Her thighs trembled around him. "I belong to you," she moaned out.

    He reached down between them and stroked her small pink bud, wet and taut with pleasure. His movements were slow as he pulled out of her, then pushed back in. "I might need you to repeat that," he said softly.

    "I belong to you, Aubrey," she moaned out, looking up at him.

    He opened his mouth to correct her. Not Aubrey. Sir. But the way she'd wrapped her lips around his name, in a half-whisper/half-moan, sounded so erotic. So sexy. He squeezed her rosebud between his fingers. "Say my name again," he whispered.

    "Aubrey," she said before biting her bottom lip.

    "Whose is it?" he asked again.

    Her lips parted. "Yours, Aubrey."

    He kissed her lips and picked up the pace. He could feel her clenching around the length of him and it drove him crazy. I never want to lose this. I always want this. I always want to have this with her.

    She caught his bottom lip between her teeth. Her trademark move. Something else that turned him on.

    He groaned against her mouth as she sucked on his bottom lip and caressed the side of her face as he pushed in and out of her. Their kisses were frenzied and passionate. When the liplock stopped, his mouth kept roaming all over her body. He kissed her lips, her cheeks, her nose, her neck, her shoulders, her collarbone, her breasts, her fingertips, everything his mouth could reach while he was still firmly planted inside of her. And it still wasn't enough. No matter how much of her he experienced, it was never enough.

    He wanted to be gentle with her after what he'd done to her a few nights ago. Hell, after fainting that morning, he wanted to be gentle with himself. But Brian's visit had stirred feelings within Aubrey, feelings that reminded him of how he'd felt years ago with Robyn. There were encounters that he remembered after the fact, once their relationship was over and done with. Encounters with Robyn and Chris, where looks were exchanged between the two of them. Inside jokes were shared. Aubrey had idly stood by and let it happen. He tended to like to learn from his mistakes; this time he would not idly just stand by while another man tried to get at his girl.

    So let Brian look all he wants, he thought while pressing a kiss to Destiny's chest and relishing the sigh she released. This is my woman. She will always be my woman. He won't get to lay a hand on her, because she belongs to me. She will always belong to me.

    And with that thought, they came together. Her lips found his again and he cradled her in his arms, in no hurry to pull out of her. Then again, he never was.