50 Shades of Drake 3 and 4

Torn: Chapter Eighty-Four

    Upon returning to Brian's house, Destiny frowned down in disdain at the t-shirt and sweats she'd thrown on before they set out to breakfast. He was right; this wasn't the romantic weekend she'd envisioned for them. But in getting to know each other, at some point they had to get past the fancy yachts and formal galas and to the heart of what a life together would truly be like.

    She pulled her hair up into a topknot and got to work, unloading groceries. Once the groceries were all put away, she washed the dishes. He always stayed nearby, and offered what little help he could. When he wasn't helping, he was distracting. Standing behind her with his hand on her hip as she washed the dishes, or complimenting her beauty while she mopped. Doing his laundry proved to be an even more difficult challenge, since he felt the need to tell her that if he had use of both hands, he would pick her up and sit her on the washing machine while it ran. He told her this while pressing himself into her, then tugged her oversized t-shirt down one shoulder so he could kiss it and nip at it with his teeth.

    Her hand was trembling as she closed the lid of the washing machine and twisted the dial to the desired knob. The sound of pouring water sounded from within the stainless steel appliance.

    His kissing and nipping continued, and he lowered the t-shirt as far down as he could. When that wasn't enough, his hand wandered downward and slipped underneath her shirt.

    She gripped the outer sides of the washing machine.

    "You don't know the effect you're having on me, when you're all cute and domestic," he whispered into her ear.

    "I'm having an effect on you, even with how indecisive I'm being?" she asked, turning her head to the side.

    His hand stilled beneath her shirt. "You're still mad at me for what I said at the store."

    "I'm not...mad. It's not like what you said was untrue. More hurt, than anything."

    His arm tightened around her. "I'm sorry for saying that. You know I didn't mean anything bad by it."

    "Do I?"

    "I'm thankful for your indecision," he said. "Without it, you wouldn't be here. With me. Without it, I wouldn't have a chance."

    She leaned back against him and sighed.

    "I suffered a very temporary foot-in-mouth moment that I won't ever repeat," he vowed." By now, you have to know that I think the world of you. You have to know that I'd do anything for you. All you have to do is ask."

    She smoothed one hand across the top of the washing machine. "You don't have use of both of your hands, but you do have use of one."

    His hand started moving beneath her shirt again, skimming its way up her torso. "Acute observation. Any ideas on how should I use it?"

    Instead of answering his question with words, she slid her own hand beneath her t-shirt and covered his hand with hers. Then she moved his hand downward, until it was sliding inside the waistband of her sweatpants. She closed her thighs around his hand and gasped out loud when one of his fingers eased inside of her.

    The washing machine started to make a whirring sound.

    Brian dipped his finger in and out of her while sucking on her neck.

    While keeping one hand on top of his, she reached back with her other hand and clutched onto his track pants. She could feel his cast pressing into his back, a reminder that she needed to be somewhat gentle with him. She needed to handle him with care.