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  She’s mine.

  Her eyes drift shut, and her head falls to the side. Her hair is cascading across the pillow in wild waves. I reach down to gently brush a strand away from her damp neck. She opens her beautiful eyes, looks up at me, and smiles. They are soft and dreamy, but there’s something more than just satisfaction going on behind them. Something… deeper.

  “That was amazing,” she whispers. “Is it always that good?”

  “You ain’t seen nothing yet, girl,” I growl in her ear.

  She giggles and she looks so delicious I swoop down and take her lips in a deep kiss, my tongue sliding into her mouth. It’s a slow, luxurious kiss, like sucking on melted caramel. We savor each other. Neither in a rush to break apart.

  When our mouths reluctantly pull away, she worries at her lower lip.

  “What?” I ask gently.

  “Was it okay for you? You must have been with women who were very good in bed.”

  I take one of her nipples in my mouth and suck it. She draws in a sharp breath. I lift my mouth and trail my tongue all the way to the other one. I suck hard and then bite it. She gasps.

  “That hurt,” she says.

  I raise my eyebrow at her.

  “In a delicious way,” she admits.

  “Good. Because a lot of delicious things are going to happen to you, but first I want you to know something very important. I want you to listen carefully because I never want you to have one moment of doubt ever again. I’m an asshole and I’ve been with more women than I can count, Reese. Some of them have been very experienced in bed, but I’ve never felt the way I do right now buried inside you. Not one of them has made me feel the way you do right this second. What we have, that is once in a lifetime, Reese.”

  She smiles, the sweetest, purest, most innocent smile. “Really?”

  “Yes, really.”

  So long as she is happy, the whole world outside this crappy hotel room could have curled up and died. I plant a soft kiss on her neck, and inhale her scent, and try to commit it to memory. I want to remember this moment forever, want to remember this day when Drake Kelly fell so hard in love, he didn’t use a condom, and became rock hard again before he could withdraw from his woman’s pussy. I move inside her and she immediately perks up and grins salaciously at me.

  “Time to get on your knees, Princess.”

  Chapter 10

  Reese

  When I open my eyes the next morning, it takes me a couple of seconds to realize where I am. I blink at the watery light streaming in through the bay windows. The chipped paint on the panes remind me.

  Drake. The cheap hotel.

  I snap upright in bed and look around, scanning the room for him, but I don’t see him. There is an indentation in the pillow, but the sheets are cold. Memories of last night come tumbling back. Drake couldn’t get enough of my body. Sinking into me again and again. Like he couldn’t get deep enough. Like a beast. Like he hadn’t fucked in years. Surely, he hasn’t run out on me in a crummy hotel in the middle of nowhere?

  So why do I feel this creeping sense of dread?

  What if everything he whispered, roared, and growled last night was a lie? A technique to get what he wanted. What if all he ever wanted from me was a night of sex so he could move on already. The sudden sense of loss and hurt is so acute it makes me feel sick to my stomach. Until I hear his voice coming from the bathroom. Oh, God. Thank you. Thank you. My pulse settles down and my panic dissipates magically.

  He emerges a few seconds later, as naked as the day he was born, and winding down a phone call. “And… yeah, I’ll see you then. Thanks. Thanks. Bye, Tanya.”

  Tanya? Who the hell is Tanya? I drag the sheet up to cover my breasts. Keeping his gaze on me, he hangs up and throws himself down on the bed next to me.

  “Good morning, Princess.” He smiles and plants a kiss on my naked shoulder.

  “Who’s Tanya?” I can’t help my voice from sounding shrewish and suspicious.

  He grins, his eyes twinkling. “My secretary.”

  “Oh shit,” I curse guiltily. “Can I borrow your phone? I need to call my Dad and let him know I’m okay. He’s probably worried sick by now.”

  “Uh, actually, I’ve already called him and told him you’re with me.”

  My mouth falls open. “You did what?

  He holds his hand up. “Relax. I didn’t mention that we shared a room.”

  “Thank you,” I let out a relieved sigh. I’m old enough to sleep with who I want, but I don’t really want Dad thinking I’d sleep with a man I hardly know.

  I smile back shyly at him. “So, you’re meeting your secretary later?”

  “We are,” he corrects, letting his finger trail down my arm, scattering goosebumps across my skin.

  “We are?”

  “Uh… huh …” He kisses the palm of my hand and I feel my stomach clench with need. I have an image of me with my legs thrown over his shoulders and the full length of his cock thrust into me. “After she calls me back with details about the hospital?” he finishes.

  My eyes widen. “Hospital? Is something wrong with you?”

  He looks at me hungrily. “The only thing wrong with me is your breasts are covered, and your little pussy is not full of my cock,” he tells me.

  “Be serious,” I scold.

  “It’s not for me. I wanted to pay for the rest of Morgan’s care,” he says simply.

  “Huh?” My jaw drops. Yes, we are short on cash, and yeah, we could do with better care for Morgan, but the thought of asking him to pay for it never crossed our minds, but my heart swells up with happiness to know how much joy it will give Morgan to hear that her beloved son is offering to pay for her treatment.

  “Yeah, I spoke to your Dad this morning and told him I was taking responsibility for financing Morgan’s care from now on. I didn’t want the worry of getting her the best care possible on his or your shoulders anymore. He was so happy he nearly cried on the phone.” Drake shrugs. “I’ve already got Tanya to book her into the best hospital. She’ll also arrange for a private plane to fly Morgan and your Dad to the city.”

  I stare at him open-mouthed. I almost can’t believe this is happening. It’s all too good to be true. He’s too good to be true. This turnaround, where has it come from?

  He cocks an eyebrow at me and with a wicked smile, says, “You are allowed to talk while my cock is not in your mouth, you know.”

  I blink back tears of gratitude. “Thank you, Drake. Thank you. You have no idea how happy this will make Morgan. All she wanted was to see you again. She never imagined you’d do this. Never.”

  “Come on, surely it can’t be that big a surprise that I’m a decent person, can it?” he teases gently.

  I shake my head. “I just…” I trail off. “We didn’t, none of us, expected this.”

  “She suffered all these years, wanting me, and never having me.” He turns to glance out the window, but I see the flash of pain that he tries to hide. “I just want to do the best I can now that I’m here, you know?”

  “Yeah,” I reply softly. There is a moment of silence between us, while I observe him. He has a strong profile. His jaw is set and his eyes glint with some inner determination. He turns away from the window and takes my hand in his.

  “So, will you come to live with me while your mother is receiving her treatment.” His gaze meets mine, and it’s as if he’s silently imploring me to agree.

  I blink a couple of times. “Live with you?”

  “Yup.”

  My heart is beating so fast I’m sure he must be able to hear it. “Isn’t that a bit soon?”

  “It’s a bit soon if you’re not sure. I’m sure. I know what I want and I want you. From the moment, I laid eyes on you I wanted only you. The only thing that stopped me was the thought that you were most probably part of a half-baked scam.”

  “What?” I exclaim shocked.

  He nods. “That’s me being honest with you. Yeah, I thought you were out to scam m
e. What are the chances of a beauty like you being the stepsister I never knew I had? You looked and smelled like a honey trap. I didn’t know what you were after, but I wanted you so much I took the risk. I didn’t care if you were part of a scam, I needed to see you again, Reese. I didn’t need to come down to Petersville at all. I could have arranged for a DNA test, then acted accordingly. I came down because of you.”

  I smile up through my lashes. “I never stopped thinking of you.”

  “I keep jerking off to the image of you. I even dreamed of eating you out. Hours after you left that night, I could still smell your scent on my body.”

  I look deep into his gorgeous green eyes. “When I woke this morning, and didn’t find you next to me in bed, for a moment I thought you left me. You’d taken what you wanted and ran,” I confess.

  He frowns. “What a strange little thing you are? You actually thought I’d had enough? Of you? I’m not going anywhere, Princess. You’re mine and I’m here, for the rest of your life. I’m gonna be eating your pussy even when I’m toothless.”

  I giggle. “I can’t imagine you without teeth.”

  He tucks his lips into his mouth comically and that makes me laugh even harder.

  “So, are you going to stay with me?”

  “Of course,” I shout happily.

  He catches me by the back of the neck and kisses me, hard. And I lose myself happily to the amazing adventure that is my life. Only a few weeks ago, I was the most single girl on the planet and now I’m moving in with an insanely gorgeous guy who seems to have fallen for me as hard as I’ve fallen for him. I know I’m probably being an idiot on some level, but I don’t care. My stepmom’s illness has taught me that life is short and fragile, and I should jump at every opportunity I can to be happy.

  He wants this and so do I.

  He draws back reluctantly and licks his tongue against his bottom lip as if he’s catching the last little drops of my taste from them. My body has already started longing for the feel of him again.

  He glances at his watch. “We should get down to see my… mom.” He bows his head for a moment, and I can tell that hearing that word come out of his mouth to describe another woman than the one he knew as his mother feels strange. “She’ll be moved in soon, and I want to talk to the doctors about… everything.”

  I nod. “When are we going?”

  He grins suddenly. “Uh, right after I do this.” I gasp when he whips the sheet away from my body and cages me with his arms. His big body hovers over mine as he grabs one of my ankles, and throws it over his shoulder, while he spreads my other thigh to the side. It opens my pussy up like a butterfly to his gaze. Greedily, he watches as his big cock plunges deeply into my body.

  Chapter 11

  Drake

  The hospital doors slide open smoothly in front of us. Reese squeezes my hand. I glance down at her, and possessive pride bubbles inside me. This is my woman and only mine. It makes me sad that she must go through this pain. Thank God, I’m here to support her through it. She’ll never have to deal with anything like this on her own again.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Almost,” I say, and wrapping one arm around her waist and the other in her long hair, I pull her towards me. Caught off guard, she gasps and I claim her open mouth. Her fingers come up and grasp at my shirt trying to pull me closer, closer, and closer still. Her curvy body pushes into mine, molding herself against my hardness. All the passion and fervor I feel for her comes to the fore and all I want to do is pull her into a quiet corner and fuck her so hard she screams, but I don’t. I pull back and look into her eyes. They are glazed and heavy-lidded. Her lips are red, swollen, and slightly parted, as she takes short, quick breaths. At that moment, she is mind-blowingly beautiful. There is no woman more beautiful than her in this whole world.

  “I’m ready now,” I say.

  “Well, I’m not,” she says hoarsely. She is pretending to be cross. It’s cute, and my cock hardens even more.

  “Be patient. I’ve got a rock-hard dick for you to suck on when we get home,” I tell her.

  She grins at me goofily. “Do you realize that you said that really loud?”

  “Are you ashamed of sucking my dick?”

  “No, I love it,” she says immediately.

  That’s hot. There’s nothing hotter than having a woman say that and mean it. She entwines her fingers with mine and we enter the hospital together.

  I’m a bit nervous about seeing Morgan again. The first time I met her it was a whirlwind of emotions, recriminations, and misunderstandings, and I didn’t have a chance to understand how I really felt about her. Now that I have come to terms with it, and all the drama has been swept away, I think, I simply want to get to know her. My mother. While I still have the chance.

  We go up to the reception, and the nurse behind the desk stares at me. There is a flicker of recognition on her face as she smiles.

  “Can I help you?” she asks.

  “We’re here to see Morgan Stanford.” My nervousness makes my voice come out tense and harsh, and the woman blinks up at me in surprise. I smile apologetically, and she drops her eyes down to her computer screen. She types in Morgan’s name, and looking back up at me, asks, “Family?”

  For a second, I freeze. Then, I nod slowly. “Yeah, she’s family. She’s my mother.” I glance down at my beautiful Reese and she beams at me. I cannot look away from the expression in her eyes. I stare at her entranced, by her beauty, her grace, her innocence. From somewhere at the fringes of my consciousness, I hear the nurse say, “Room five-eight-one.”

  “Thanks,” Reese says softly, not breaking our stare.

  Then, we turn away from the receptionist, and head towards the elevators. My heart is beating hard in my chest. We don’t speak in the elevator, just look into each other’s eyes. We have to pass another reception desk and walk down a corridor until we stand outside room five-eight-one.

  I push the door open.

  Morgan is propped up on pillows in the bright room. The enormous bunch of flowers I sent, I know it’s mine because Tanya always sends me a pic of the flowers she sends out on my behalf, is sitting on the counter beside her, adding glorious color to the room. She smiles at us. Reese’s dad glances up from where he’s been keeping a vigil at her side, and immediately gets to his feet.

  We greet each other. Reese goes to talk to her father, and I walk up to the bed and take a seat at Morgan’s side. She immediately reaches for my hand and squeezes it.

  “Good to see you again,” I say.

  I know it’s a cliché, but surrounded by all the white pillows and sheets, Morgan looks how I always imagined angels would. If you want to know what a woman whose heart is literally bursting with pure love looks like you only have to look at her.

  She smiles up at me like a child, her face filled with a mixture of love, happiness, and pride and gestures around her. “You didn’t have to do any of this.”

  “I wanted to. We’ve got a lot of catching up to do, and I want to keep you around me for as long as I can.”

  “Oh, Drake,” she cries blinking back tears. “When you left that day, I wasn’t even sure you would be coming back.”

  “I’m sorry. I was confused. It was such a shock, and I needed to speak to my Dad.”

  “No, it’s me who’s sorry,” she shakes her head. “Reese told me what happened in your parents’ house. It was never my intention to drive a wedge between you and your family. I assumed they’d told you that you were my son. I should have known better after…”

  She trails off, as though the words are still too painful to get out of her mouth. I smile at her. “It doesn’t matter anymore. I know the truth now, and that’s all that counts.” She smiles back at me, but I can see a hint of sadness in her eyes. I know how she feels. I haven’t spoken to my Dad or my adopted mother since yesterday. A part of me mourns for the loss of that family. I will eventually make up with them, but for now, the time I have with Morgan is very short, and
I intend to make the best of it. When she goes there should be no regret in my heart.

  Before I can say anything else, a doctor enters the room. He glances around at us all, and then focuses his attention on his patient.

  “How are you feeling today, Morgan?” he asks, picking up her chart, and glancing at the notes.

  “Much better, thank you,” she looks around the room at all of us, “now that my entire family is here with me.”

  “Yes, family is a wonderful thing,” the doctor nods, smiling at all of us. “Soothes the soul.”

  “It does indeed,” Morgan agrees.

  “Can I speak to one of you for a moment?” the doctor asks, and I stand up immediately. If its news about her condition, it’s about time that I was the one to take that burden, but I look at Doug and he nods slightly as if to tell me to go ahead.

  Reese and her dad move to Morgan’s bedside and begin laughing about something, an inside joke, no doubt, built from years of family. I feel a little stab of jealousy, but soothe it with the knowledge I still have time to make myself a part of it. The doctor smiles at me broadly as soon as the door clicks shut. Huh. That’s odd. Isn’t exactly the expression I associate with bad medical news!

  “What’s up, doc?”

  “We’ve got some great news about your mother,” he announces, and I can hear the bubble of excitement in his voice as he says it.

  My head jerks back in surprise. “What?”

  “We’ve reviewed her condition,” he goes on, “and we believe that the doctors at her previous treatment center may have misdiagnosed her condition.”

  “What kind of mistake?” I lean forward eagerly, urging him to go on. Urging him to tell me what I want to hear more than anything in the world.

  “We still need to run more tests, of course,” he warns, “but we are starting to conclude that your mother’s condition may not be terminal.”

  My mouth drops open and I stare at him incredulously. No. Way. No fucking way. I can’t be that lucky. To be handed this, like some kind of redemption after everything that’s happened. I feel as though my heart is going to explode with joy. I fight the urge to throw my arms around him. I roll back my shoulders so I’m standing up straight.