Total pages in book: 111
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 435(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
“I know.”
Drake dropped the bags on the floor.
“How long has it been since you last came here?” she asked.
“A couple of years. We’re going to have to eat out. The kitchen is really for show. My parents are not domesticated at all. They either hire a cook, order in, or go out.”
“It’s fine.” She took a step into the room. Considering the beach house was small, it was bigger than her own home.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
“Do you really need to ask me that?”
“I don’t know. I brought you here to be impressed and you’re not giving anything away.”
She rushed toward him, wrapping her arms around his waist. “Drake, I like your family’s beach house but I don’t need it. It’s just a house.”
“Now you’re just hurting me.”
She chuckled. “You’re crazy, but that’s okay because I like your brand of crazy.” She pulled him down, pressing her lips against his. “I like this so much.”
“What?”
“Not having to hide. I like kissing you and not having to sneak around.”
He pulled her close and sank his fingers into her hair. She gasped. “If you like that, I can keep on doing it.” He slid his tongue across her lips, plunging inside, and she moaned, wanting more. He pressed her up against the nearest wall. “Now I don’t have to pretend with anything. I can kiss and touch.” He slid his hands down her body, cupping her hips before going to her ass.
She cried out as he held her close and she felt the hard ridge of his cock pressed against her stomach. Rather than be nervous by his blatant display of need, she relished it.
“Please,” she said.
“What are you asking for?”
“I don’t know. I don’t want you to stop.”
“You don’t have a chance of me stopping, not ever.” He lifted his head and yelled, “Hello, anyone home?” Then to her, he said, “We’re all alone. I’ve got no reason to pull away. No parent is going to come barging into this place. You’re completely at my mercy, Pru. Are you afraid?”
“Not even a little bit. I’m ready for whatever it is you’ve got to throw my way.” She ran her hands down his chest, feeling a little brave. She stopped at the edge of his jeans, jerking her hand away.
She didn’t exactly last long with feeling brave.
“We’re not in any kind of rush,” Drake said. “You. Me. This weekend. It’s for all of us. Let me give you the tour.”
He held her hand and they walked into each room. He showed her the living room, kitchen, dining room, library, and study. Upstairs, there were two bedrooms, one she figured were for his parents, the other, for him.
“It looks amazing.”
“It is.”
“You love it here?”
“I do. I don’t come here as often as I’d like, but for the most part, this is home.”
“I can see that,” she said. Drake put their bags on his bed. Considering this room was smaller than his parents’, the space was still large, huge even. “Your parents won’t know you’re here?”
“No. Like I said, they don’t come here. It’s not exposed enough.”
“It still seems kind of strange they’d want a place they consider exposed.”
“My parents like to be the center of attention. I’ve told you that before.”
“You have. And you don’t like the attention?” she asked.
“I used to. Not anymore. Not when I’m used as some kind of toy in their never-ending power play. You want to take a walk down to the beach?”
“I’d love to.”
“We’ve got a private access to the beach at the back. You don’t have to wear any shoes. You can feel the sand between your toes.”
She slipped off her sneakers, putting her socks inside each shoe. Drake did the same and it was rather odd again to see him without any shoes. He looked a little normal to her now, but she didn’t have a problem with that.
Hand-in-hand, they walked down toward the beach. The access was a private gate that he had to press in a code for.
“This isn’t accessible to just anyone?” she asked.
“No. My parents, for all of their need to be exposed, don’t like to have just anyone walking on their land.”
“So they like to be exposed to the right kind of people?”
“You got it.”
Each time he talked about his parents, she noticed he always sounded bitter, resentful.
As he led her out to the beach, she saw the tide was in. There were several lights casting down across the beach, and she heard people up ahead, laughing, joking. They were normal people with normal lives. They didn’t have to sneak around with anyone, like she was doing with Drake.
“What are you thinking?” he asked.
“About us. About the people up there.”
“You don’t have to think about them up there,” he said.
“I know. I’m just wondering how this would have been if it was different.”