Breaking Free (3 page)

Is this guy serious? He isn’t asking me, but basically ordering me around. I already have Carter acting like my father, I definitely don’t need this guy doing it, too.

Me: Don’t bother I am not interested in having a boyfriend or dating anyone right now.

I have enough crap going on in my life without him getting thrown into the mix.

Drew: I don’t want to be your boyfriend.

Me: Okay, well in that case I don’t need any more friends either.

Drew: I don’t want to be your friend.

I haven’t even talked to this guy that much but I swear it’s like he talks in riddles.

Me: What do you want from me then?

Unlike the other replies, this one isn’t immediate. For a short time, I think that he isn’t going to reply at all. I’m just about to close my eyes and give in to sleep when I hear the doorbell, surprising me and making me jump. I get up, start to walk down the steps, and am suddenly brought back to that night.

I was so excited and hopeful for something to work out with “Josh” that I was a fucking idiot. I open the door and there he is. Drew Walker. It’s ridiculous that I only know his name because of Facebook. In my defense, I
did
ask him, but he pounced on me like an animal in heat. He hasn’t said anything to me and his penetrating gaze is starting to make me squirm.

“Why are you here?”

He smiles. “I told you that I was coming back for you.”

“I told you not to.”

He walks toward me and I back up until I am pressed against the wall behind me. Coming closer to me, he kicks the door shut with his foot. “I never got to answer your question, though.” I suck in a deep breath, overwhelmed by his proximity to me. “Ask me again.”
Ask him what?
I can barely think with him this close to me. He reaches up and threads his hand through my hair, grasping my neck and making me look up at him. “Ask. Me. Again.”

Shit. What the hell did I ask him?
I suddenly remember and my body heats up. “What do you want from me?”

He’s staring at me with hooded eyes. “I want to own you in every physical way possible.” His mouth crashes against mine, his tongue immediately entering my mouth and overpowering me in every way. I melt into him, my legs too unsteady to support me. His hands move down, cupping my butt, and lifting me up as I wrap my legs around his waist. At this point, I’m ready to throw my morals out the window.

Someone screams and I look up to see Christen standing in the doorway. Her hand is over her mouth and her eyes are huge. I bury my head in Drew’s shoulder, wanting to disappear.

“Get your fucking hands off my sister!” My head shoots up and I see Carter standing there. Kill. Me. Now. I look back at Drew but he isn’t paying attention to anything but me. He lowers his mouth, presses it against mine, and for a minute I forget anyone else is here. “Do you have a fucking hearing problem?” When I open my eyes, Carter is coming closer to us.

Drew eases me down to the ground and the steps in front of me as if he is protecting me. It should really be the other way around because Carter looks like he is ready to kill him.

They are now face to face and I’m preparing myself to duck if I need to.

“I said get your hands off of her.”

Drew chuckles and then turns his back on Carter. He leans down and places another kiss on my lips. “See you soon, James. If you decide to follow me, I’ll wait outside for ten minutes.”

He moves past Carter, not even acknowledging his presence. I’m smiling like an idiot as he climbs back into the SUV that’s parked in our driveway. Carter is now standing in front of me, looking like he is about to explode. “What is going on with you?” It sounds more like an accusation than a question. However, I really have no idea how to answer that question.

Drew is dangerous for me, I can tell just because of the couple of interactions that we’ve had. For some reason, he’s able to touch me, and in a strange way, bring me comfort. For the second time today I make a decision that is really out of character. I make my way up the steps to my room and grab a duffel bag.

My door slams open. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?! You are NOT going with that asshole.”

I pull out my phone and send Drew a message, asking him to wait for me. Completely ignoring my overbearing brother, I continue throwing stuff into my bags. I know Carter is just looking out for my best interests, but sometimes he pisses me off so much. Is what I’m doing impulsive? Yes. Is it insane? Possibly. But it’s what
I
want to do and I am damn well going to make my own decisions.

I grab my bag, walk past Carter, and down the steps. “Holly, wait!”

I turn around. “What?”

Carter looks like he has no idea what to say. I hate that he’s so upset right now, but he needs to learn to let me live my own life. “Please don’t go, I’m sorry. You’ve made your point.”

“It’s not about making a damn point, Carter. Maybe at first it was just to piss you off, but I
want
to go.” I give him a kiss on the cheek. “Love you.”

I walk out to the SUV still parked in the driveway and open the door. When I look back at the house, Carter is standing in the doorway. I wave goodbye to him and then get in the car. He acts like I’m leaving forever, I’m just going for the…it dawns on me that I have no idea what I’m doing.

As the car pulls away, I have a mini panic attack.
What the hell am I doing?
I packed a bag but how long does he expect me to stay? Does he even want me to stay or just go to his hotel? Oh my God, his hotel. I hope he doesn’t think we’re having sex tonight. Shit, he probably does. What else would he think when I agree to come with him?

I look over at him and he’s examining me. “What?”

“Just trying to figure you out.” He shakes his head and then turns his attention to his phone.

I need to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I’m such an idiot for coming with him. Carter was right; this
was
all about me proving a point to him. Just as I open my mouth to tell Drew that this is a mistake and ask him to take me home, he grabs my hand. My whole body stands at attention.
How does he do this to me? Why is it okay for him?
I have asked myself this at least two dozen times since I met him.

He tugs my arm, pulling me so I’m against his side. “You think too much.” His hand lifts my chin as his mouth touches mine. When he kisses me everything else fades away. I’m always so worried about what people will think of me, and what everyone else will say. It’s exhausting and I’m done with it.

I turn and situate myself so that I’m now straddling him. I want Drew Walker and I don’t care what anyone thinks of it. I pull away from him. “Where are we going?”

“I told the driver to just drive around. Where do you want to go?”

Can I really say this to him? Do I really want this?
His hand skims up my backbone and my whole body breaks out in goose bumps.
Hell yes, I want this.
I thread my hands through his hair and crash my mouth into his, making my intentions completely clear.

He pulls away from me. “Marco, take us to the hotel.”

Marco doesn’t answer, but he does turn the car around.
I’m really going to do this.
My phone beeps, and when I look down at it I have over ten text messages. Most of them are from Carter telling me to come back, not to do something I’ll regret, and to text him and let him know I’m okay. I love my brother so much, but sometimes he makes me crazy.

I text Carter to let him know I’m okay and then my phone is snatched right out of my hand. I look up at Drew and he’s staring at me. “You’re mine right now.” He runs his hands up and down my sides, tracing my curves. “Say it.”

I look at him in confusion. “Say what?”

“Say you’re mine.”

Is he serious right now? I just met him.
“No.”

His fingers flex into my hips. “Say it.”

“No, I’m not yours. I barely even know—”

He kisses me and simultaneously flips us so that he is now on top. His hand quickly travels down my body and under my pajama pants. Before I can protest, he pushes two of his fingers inside me and I let out a guttural moan. His fingers quickly and roughly stroke me while his thumb is rubbing circles on my clit.
Fuck, this feels good.
I arch my back, the pleasure is almost unbearable. I’m so close to an orgasm. I dig my nails into his shoulders.

Then he stops moving completely and I look up to find him smiling at me. “Say it, James.”

What?
So that was his angle. His thumb rubs another circle against me. “God, please.”

He shakes his head. “Say it.”

Really?
He is out of his fucking mind if he thinks— His mouth descends upon my neck and chest—licking, sucking, and biting every piece of flesh he can find. I need him to get me there, this is fucking torture. “Okay.”

“Okay, what? I want to hear you say it.”

He’s a damn control freak. “I’m yours.”

“I know. Don’t fucking forget it, either.” I’m just about to tell him to go screw himself when he starts to move again. His tongue is slowly tracing the line of my cleavage while his fingers go back to work. My insides clench and I topple over into one of the most intense orgasms I’ve ever had.

We pull up outside the hotel and he looks at me with a pleased smile on his face. “Perfect timing.”

His driver gets out and I try to make myself look presentable and less like I’ve just been manhandled in the back of this car. He throws something at me. I catch it and see that it’s a black sweatshirt. I look up at him as if to ask what this is for.

“Put it on and put the hood up.”

“Why?”

He seems irritated. “Because those asshole photographers are always hiding somewhere. I’m a private person and I don’t intend to give them anything they can use.” I pull the sweatshirt over my head, leaving the hood up. “Keep your head down and don’t look up at them.”

The car door opens and he grabs my hand. I don’t see what the big deal is, there isn’t even anyone out here. We’re almost at the hotel door when someone with a camera seems to come out of nowhere. Before I even have a chance to blink, there are five of them and lights are flashing everywhere. I keep my head down, but that doesn’t help me ignore all of the things they’re shouting at us.
Who’s the newest flavor, Drew? Let us see the lucky girl! Is this one actually getting to spend the night?
I almost look up at them and give them the finger but then I remember what he told me. Don’t give them anything they can use. We stop walking and when I peek up they are standing in front of the entrance to the door.
Come on, just one shot and we’ll leave
! Drew’s grip on my hand tightens.

“You need to move before I fucking make you.” His voice is cold and if I were them, I would move.

Almost all of them moved out of our way except for one. “Come on, Drew, let us see your conquest.”

His hand grips mine to the point where I let out a whimper. Within a second, he lets go of me and I see the guy go flying to the side. He grabs my hand again and leads me into the hotel. While we wait for the elevator, he pulls out his cell. “Yeah, listen, I’m probably gonna get sued by some scumbag photographer…I told the fucker to move and he didn’t listen…whatever, just pay him off whenever he calls.”

He looks over at me for the first time since we got out of the car. “You okay?”

I nod my head, trying to process everything. “Why don’t you just hire a security guard?”

“I do for big events, but when I’m just trying to go into my hotel I don’t feel the need to. Why?”

The elevator dings and we step in. He slides his room key into the slot then presses the floor number. That’s how you know you have money; you can’t even get to your floor without a key. He looks at me as if he’s waiting for me to say something.
Shit, he had asked me why I wanted to know about security.
“I don’t know. I just figured it can be dangerous sometimes with crazy fans or photographers like that.”

He moves so that he’s standing behind me, places his hands on my hips, and pulls me back into him. I can feel the bulge in his pants pressing against me and I would be lying if I said it wasn’t getting me excited. He scratches my neck with the stubble on his chin, making me tremble. “Why, you worried about me?”

Drew spins me around and backs me against the elevator wall. His mouth instantly possesses mine, the two of them moving in sync as if they were one. His hands grip my ass so hard that he may have actually left marks. The elevator doors open, breaking the spell and sending us back to reality. “Fuck, James, you have no idea what you do to me.”

He takes my hand again and leads me out of the elevator. I’m so anxious for what’s about to happen, and it feels like the walk to his room takes forever.
Am I really doing this?
I was never the girl to just give it up to any random guy. There’s just something about Drew, but I have no idea what it is. He’s self-centered, cocky, and definitely
not
prince charming. Maybe that’s why I like him, though. Maybe I don’t want to be saved by the handsome prince. Maybe I want to be corrupted by the evil king.

Even after everything that happened to me with Chris you’d think I would be more careful, more guarded. I have no idea why I’m not. I mean, it’s not like he’s this amazing, wonderful guy that I know would never hurt me. If I’m being honest with myself, he will probably crush me, but I still can’t resist.

We walk into his room, and before I can admire the grandeur of it, he’s all over me. His hands seem to be everywhere, and his kiss is so overwhelming. I bite down on his full bottom lip the way I’ve wanted to since I first laid eyes on him. Drew lets out a primal growl and then lifts me up and throws me over his shoulder. Not expecting it, I yelp, and as he walks us to the bed, I have butterflies in my stomach.

Drew tosses me on the bed and immediately situates himself over me. He’s kissing my chest and massaging my hipbones. I grasp the hem of his shirt and lift it off of him. His hands run up my body until they rest on my breasts—his fingers tracing the curves of my cleavage—and I close my eyes as I enjoy his touch. Grasping the top of my tank, he rips it in half.