Breaking Free (11 page)

His mouth stills and he raises his head to meet mine. “That’s dirty, James.”

I shrug my shoulders. “I wouldn’t waste my time talking if I were you.” Drew immediately wraps his arm around my legs and throws me over his shoulder like a damn caveman. He carries me into his bedroom and tosses me onto the bed from about two feet away.

“I want you naked by the time I get back.” He turns and makes his way for the door.

“Where are you going?”

“No questions, James! Naked!” he yells as he walks out the door.

I feel so awkward, but I start to undress anyway. Drew comes back a few minutes later and leans against the doorway. I’m sitting up in the middle of his bed and the look that he is giving me has me instantly ready for him. He’s holding something behind his back. Before I can see what it is, he shuts the lights off.

“I want to play a little game, James.”

My heart beat speeds up. I can hear him coming closer, and with each step, more and more goose bumps cover my body. The bed dips and I reach out to grab him. He’s still fully clothed which is a disappointment to me. “Undress me.”

With shaky hands, I grasp the hem of his t-shirt and lift it slowly over his head. I slowly run my nails over his chest, savoring each and every defined muscle. When I reach his pants, I unbutton them and ease the zipper down. I’m surprised at how hard he is already. He steps off the bed to take off his pants and then climbs next to me.

Before I know what’s happening, a cloth covers my eyes.
No.
This brings me back to that night.
The Car.
I rip it off. My breathing is so heavy my chest heaves. Drew’s hands grab my face.

“Hey, what’s wrong?”

“No blindfolds.”

“Okay.” I can tell he wants to ask more, but thankfully he decides against it. “Lie down, keep your eyes closed.” I do as he says, apprehensively though, because I have no idea what’s coming next. “Now, you are going to open your mouth and I’m going to let you taste something. If you guess right, you will be rewarded.”

He slips what feels like his finger into my mouth. There is something cold and airy on it. As I lick it off, I immediately recognize it. “Whipped cream.”

“Mmmm, good girl.” His hands caress my breasts before I feel something cold and wet spread over them.
Is he putting it on me?
Drew’s mouth covers one of my nipples and a loud moan escapes me. He is licking and sucking the sugary sweetness off of me and setting my entire body on fire. As he kisses my one nipple, he is rolling the bud of the other one in between his forefinger and his thumb. Drew then repeats this process on my other breast, and by the end, I’m writhing with need underneath him.

He sits up again. “Open.”

I do as he says and he inserts another finger into my mouth. This time it has a warm, sticky texture. “Chocolate syrup.”

“You’re good at this game, James.”

I feel something drip from right between my breasts, down my stomach, and then in a line across my waist. His mouth descends on me, licking and sucking its way down the chocolate path he made. I need him so much right now that it’s almost painful. When he’s lapped up all of the chocolate, Drew runs a finger in between my folds.

“You’re soaked, baby. Do you need me here?”

I nod yes before realizing that I need to speak. “Yes, please.”

I hear plastic ripping. Is he putting on a condom? When I feel his tongue run up the length of me, I groan. It feels different, though. His tongue leaves a cool sensation as it passes over me. When he stops at my clit, he presses whatever is in his mouth against it. It creates a hot and cold sensation all at once, making me squirm against him. I can feel Drew smile, and at the same time he inserts two fingers into me.

“Oh God!” I throw my head back and arch myself toward him, begging for more.

“Do you like this?” I nod my head. “Let me hear you say it.”

“Yes, it feels so good.”

His fingers increase speed and he continues to lick and suck me until I’m about to scream from the overwhelming sensation. I think it must be a mint of some sort in his mouth. The tingling sensation is making my already sensitive area supercharged. Once again, he presses the mint against my clit while grazing it with his teeth and I fall apart.

“One last treat. Open.”

I barely have the energy to open my mouth, but I do. It’s something circular, and when I bite into it, the sweetness explodes in my mouth. “A cherry.”

“I’m so fucking glad you got that right.”

Drew lifts my legs up, inserting a pillow under my butt. What the hell? I’m about to ask him what he’s doing when he pushes deep into me. Oh my God. I gasp from the sensation.

“When you’re raised up like this, I’m able to get deeper into you. You feel so good that I would fucking crawl into you and never leave if I could.”

That was sweet as far as sex talk goes. Before I can reply, Drew pulls almost all the way out before slamming back into me. He repeats this numerous times but changes how fast and hard he re-enters me. This time, he pulls all the way out of me, leaving me desperate for more of him.

“Turn over.” I lie on my stomach as Drew’s hand wraps around my hips. He’s pulling me up, so I lift myself up on my hands and knees. “No.” He pushes my upper back toward the bed. “Head down, ass up.”

His hand wraps around my hair and he starts driving in and out of me. His free hand holds my hip to keep me steady. I explode around him, my body convulsing from the force of my orgasm. If he wasn’t keeping me steady I would fall to the bed like the pile of Jell-O that I am right now.

Drew drives into me a few more times before groaning what sounds like my name mixed with numerous curse words. We collapse on the bed together. “That was worth your game of twenty questions.”

* * *

I wake up to see the sun shining through the enormous windows in Drew’s room. When I look around, I don’t see him anywhere. I do hear a lot of voices downstairs, though.
It’s a Saturday morning, what the hell are so many people doing here?
I get up with every intention of getting dressed, but realize my clothes never made it upstairs. Walking over to Drew’s dresser, I grab a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt with his band’s name on it.

As I walk down the stairs, I see people coming and going through the house. I feel so out of place, confused, and lost. If I’m going to make it in Drew Walker’s world, I am
definitely
going to need some coffee first. The people who pass me barely even notice I’m there, one guy even steps on my foot.
Coffee, just focus on coffee and everything will get better after that.
I’m surprised to see Drew in the kitchen pouring a cup of the ambrosia I had been searching for.

“Want some?”

The look in his eye tells me he is referring to more than coffee, but right now
that’s
not happening. I sit down on one of the stools at his counter. “Yes, please. Sugar and milk if you have it.” He places the cup in front of me before taking the seat next to me. “So, is your house
always
this busy?”

He laughs. “Fuck no. My publicist sent them all over because she is freaking out about that thing we are going to tomorrow. I didn’t even bother to go to it last year and everyone got really pissy. Now I’m going and everyone is
still
nuts.”

“You never told me where we’re going.” I’m hoping it’s somewhere calm and casual.

“The Grammy’s.”

I spit my coffee out all over him. His white t-shirt is now splattered with brown stains but I don’t give a shit right now. “I’m sorry, what?!”

“What’s the big deal?” he says as he’s trying to dry himself off with a paper towel.

What’s the big deal?! Is he that moronic?
“It’s the Grammy’s! You never said that! I assumed it was a party or something.” He just shrugs his shoulders. I swear to God men are the most idiotic, insensitive, and did I mention idiotic species on the damn planet!

“Whatever, the only reason I’m even going this year is because the label threw a bitch fit when I skipped it last year.”

Skipped out on the Grammy’s? Who the hell does that?
I can’t even respond to the idiocy he is spewing right now. He lets me look dumbfounded for a few minutes, then gets up, kisses me on the forehead like a confused child, and goes to walk away. “Drew, wait, I don’t think I can go. This is huge. I don’t know if I’m ready.”

He walks over to me and places his hands on my hips. I look up at him, and somehow, looking into his eyes almost calms my out of control emotions. “You will be fine. You’re fucking gorgeous, James. They could put you in a damn trash bag and you would still blow everyone else away.” He kisses my lips and I sigh. “Trust me, though, you will be in something much more expensive than a trash bag.”

Drew walks out of the kitchen and I grasp the countertop next to me so I can steady myself. A woman who seems like she might be a few years older comes up to me. “Hi, I’m Felicia. Are you ready for your beauty consultation?”

Um what? “I’m sorry, my what?”

“Your beauty consultation. We need to plan your look for tomorrow.”

Jesus. I scrub my face with my hands and take a page out of Drew’s book. “Let’s get this shit done.”
Real classy, Holly.

Her eyes grow big at my expression but she follows me as I exit the kitchen. I spend the next TWO HOURS talking about different hair styles that might make my face look fat or odd shaped, eye shadow colors that will make me have bug eyes, and lip colors that might make me look like a fish. My head is about to burst from all of this and all I want to do is run for the damn hills.

“Hey, is she almost done here?” I look up to find a man standing in front of me. Felicia informs him they are through with me until tomorrow. Thank God. I look at this new guy and assess what type of torture he could have waiting for me. “I’m Lance. C’mon, sweet cheeks, let’s find you a dress.” He winks at me.

I follow him into what looks like it used to be an office. There are racks everywhere filled with dresses that probably cost more than my dad’s house. “Okay, let’s try this one first.” He holds a fire engine red dress out to me. I take it and wait for him to leave, but he just turns around and continues to peruse through the other options.

“Aren’t you going to leave while I put it on?”

He chuckles. “Honey, if you find it necessary I can, but unless you’re packing, I ain’t interested in seeing what’s under your clothes.”

My mouth hangs open as he turns back to the racks. My only thought as I start to get changed is that I need to run away and never come back. I finally get the dress on to find that I, according Lance, look like a five-dollar hooker. The blue one makes me look like a bird. The yellow one makes me look like a puddle of piss. The silver one makes me look like a disco ball. I don’t even want to repeat the feedback on the brown one.

Lance hesitantly turns around and I flinch at whatever words are about to fly out of his mouth. “
Now
you look Grammy ready, babe.”

I smile and turn around to look in the stand-up mirror he set up by the door. I have on a black halter dress that shimmers from head to toe. The V of the dress dips about two inches past my boobs, and it flows down to the floor with a small train behind me. The only thing that worries me is that my boobs might fall out. “Um, what happens if I have a wardrobe malfunction?”

Lance comes up behind me smiling. “Sweetheart, that’s why God made double sided tape.” Before I know what’s happening, his hands are down the front of my dress adjusting my boobs, and I flinch at the contact. I’m grateful that he isn’t looking in the mirror and seeing my pained face from his contact.

The door opens suddenly and I see Drew walking in staring at his phone. “Hey, how much long—” His sentence is cut short when he sees Lance’s hands down my dress. “What the fuck?” Drew comes toward us aggressively so I step up toward him, hoping to calm him down.

“Drew, stop.” I put my hands on his chest, not that I have even
half
the strength needed to subdue him.

“Get out of my way. No one touches you.”

“Hold on now, tall, dark, and sexy,” Lance says as he holds up his hands. “You don’t need to worry about me in here with your lady. Now, if it was
you
in here, my professionalism would
definitely
be compromised.”

Drew seems confused then it all clicks. “Give us a minute.”

Lance nods, but when reaches the door he turns back toward us. “If you ever need help picking out clothes, call me. I specialize in swimwear.” He winks at Drew before shutting the door and I giggle.

Drew wraps his arms around my waist and lowers his mouth to my neck. “I told you that you would look fucking amazing, didn’t I?” I relax against him. My safe place. “I’m taking you out tonight, be ready in a half-hour.”

He walks out of the room. It amazes me how he can ease me so quickly, how attached I am to him already. Lance walks back into the room and smiles at me. “I’ve been given permission to come in, but I am
not
allowed to touch or look at you.” We both laugh and he helps me get out of ‘the dress’.

I finish getting my clothes back on. “Thanks so much for your help, Lance. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He smiles at me. “Yes. Let me just congratulate you, too, girl. I have worked with that hunk of a man before and I
never
thought I’d see him like he is.”

I furrow my brows at him. “What do you mean?”

“In love. I never thought I would see it, girl, good job.” He walks out of the room before I can respond. I make my way up to the bedroom in almost a daze. When I sit on the bed, all I can think of is what Lance said.
In love?
Drew
can’t
be in love with me. He even told me he really didn’t want commitment. It’s too soon to be in love even if he
did
want one. Isn’t it?

The door opens and Drew walks in. My heart speeds up and I get the same peaceful feeling I do every time he’s near me. Do I love him? Is Lance seeing something I’m blind to? “You gotta get dressed or we’re gonna be late, James.”