Fireworks 3 and 4

Chapter 6ixty-Seven

    "That was such a punkass move," Mia said, poking Drake in the chest.

    He stood in front of her, drying her naked body off with a big, fluffy towel. "Tell me how you really feel."

    She grabbed the blunt from his lips and took a puff on it.

    With an expression of disapproval, he removed the slim object from her fingers. "You're still recovering from exhaustion. I should be taking you right back to the hospital, since you were supposed to stay overnight."

    "If you wanted me to stay there overnight then you shouldn't have forced me to come here with that stupid shit on the phone," she said angrily.

    "I thought I was doing the right thing."

    She covered his hands with her own and stared him in the eyes. "Did you really?"

    "Do you think that was easy for me to do?" he countered. "Other than my child, you're the only thing in this world that matters to me. The only thing that makes sense. I don't know how to function without you, but...I don't want to keep sending you to the fucking hospital because I'm struggling to get my own shit together."

    "You're making decisions on your own like I am your child," she tossed at him. "I'm grown. I can make my own decisions and take my own risks. Thank you very much."

    He gave her a wry smile and continued drying her off. Relief coursed through him, because of course he hadn't wanted to break things off with her. He'd done so because it felt like it's what the world wanted him to do. That was a lot of pressure for one man to shoulder, no matter how strong that man was. If the entire world felt like you were letting down the woman you loved, wouldn't it be selfish to stay with her? Here she is, giving me no choice but to stay, he thought, lovingly soaking up the water in her hair with the towel in his hands.

    "I love you," she told him suddenly.

    His hands stilled, and his eyes lowered to meet hers. 

    Sitting on the edge of the tub, she stared back up at him.

    Holding the towel in her hair, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips.

    She kissed him back and wrapped her legs around him. "You're never allowed to leave me again."

    He laughed against her lips. 

    "I'm serious. If you do, I'm kicking your ass."

    "Okay, Chrisean."

    She pulled back and glared at him.

    "I won't try to leave you again," he promised.

    She grabbed his face and pulled it towards hers so she could kiss him again.

    With a groan, he dropped the towel and buried his hands in her damp hair. Then, he reached down and picked her up with ease, teasing her mouth with his tongue while carrying her to the bedroom.

    His movements were slow, cautious. Testing his boundaries, but making sure to give her a chance to protest or stop further actions. He used fingertips to caress her skin, occasionally nipping her with his lips.

    Her hands deftly removed his clothing whenever he was near enough for her to do so. 

    Using his arms for support, he positioned himself over her. He took his time, admiring her. Caressing her and stroking her, making her feel good. Ever watchful whenever she sucked in a breath. Checking to make sure she was okay. While positioned over her, he whispered, "Maybe we should wait for this."

    "Is this you pulling an Uno Reverse card?" she questioned him. "You tell me how much you want us to be able to do things like this, and then when I'm finally okay with it, you try to flip the script on me?"

    Laughing at how her tiny voice sounded saying "flip the script," he peered down at her. "No, this is my woman just popped up on me after breaking out of a hospital, and I want to make sure she's not going to pass out the minute I do something like this..." He slid inside of her, making sure to do so very slowly.

    She gasped and melted around him. All forms of protest left her lips.

    He lowered his head and kissed her deeply before burying his face in the side of her neck and picking up the pace. It took hearing her little moans for him to realize just how much he'd missed them. "I love you too," he said passionately while digging so deeply into her that they became one person.

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    Mia awoke with a start and immediately her head started pounding. "Ugh." She squinted open one eye, scanning the nightstand nearest her for her phone. Her phone was nowhere in sight. She shifted in bed, but backed up against something large and solid. That was when the memories from last night came back. She rolled over in bed and smiled at Drake's sleeping face.

    Overwhelmed with the love she felt for him, she traced the lines of his face. It was something she used to do all the time, as if her fingers itched to remember every line, every crevasse, every dip and slope. 

    She pressed her lips to his.

    He groaned in his sleep and his arm tightened around her. His eyes came open mid-kiss. 

    As soon as she pulled back from the kiss, a sharp pain struck her temples again. She winced in pain and shrank back from him.

    His eyes widening, he wrapped both arms around her. "What is it?" he croaked out.

    "My head," she whined.

    "We're going to take you to get checked out."

    "I just need an Ibuprofen or something. I don't want to go back there."

    "Mia." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, then was already getting out of bed and disappearing into the bathroom. 

    She drew her knees up to her chest and kept the palm of a hand pressed to each temple. "Fuck."

    "You were exhausted and then we fucked the shit out of each other," he said as he returned from the bathroom.

    "It was worth it," she managed to get out around the pain. 

    He came to stand before her and helped her to rub her temples. 

    She slowly lowered her hands and allowed him to continue rubbing, leaning her head forward against his flat, toned stomach. "Mmm."

    "We are going to get you checked out," he announced. "Get dressed."

    After throwing him a scowl, she complied. She didn't know what this headache was and before embarking on a tour, would like to be cleared medically. While he drove her back to the hospital, she called Bri and Desirae to let them know she looked forward to spending time with them later. Then, she checked social media. 

    News had broke of her hospitalization. A considerable amount of people blamed Drake for her exhaustion, while others attempted to be the voice of reason and remind people that she had a huge tour she was preparing for. Mia only had it in her to check the comment threads of a few posts. She had to tuck the phone away in her purse, because the energy in those comments was simply too negative. 

    She quietly watched Drake as he drove, smiling in acknowledgement whenever he looked her way.

    He reached across the console, grabbed her hand, and brought it up to his lips.

    They can hate it all they want, she thought, but a bad bitch doesn't give a fuck about what a hater thinks. This is the man I want to be with. I love him unconditionally, and I choose what I can and can't handle. He squeezed her hand reassuringly and she squeezed it back. She didn't need reassurance anymore. This was what she wanted. This is what felt right.