Unbreakable (31 page)

“Great,” Colin said. He turned to me. “So glad to see you again, Kate. You gotta know we were all so happy about your news. Drake’s going to make a great father.”

“He will,” I said and turned to Drake, smiling up at him. “The best father.”

Drake took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

“And you’ll be the best mother,” he said. Then he turned to Colin. “Later,” he said with a wave. He took my hand and led me away from the bar, threading our way through the tables and to the door. Patrons nodded to Drake and smiled at him as he walked by.

“As for you,” he said and leaned in close to whisper in my ear. “I have plans for
you
.”

That sent a thrill through me. “Oh, yes?” I said and quirked an eyebrow. “Plans? What could you possibly mean, Dr. Delish?”

When we got to the door, Drake pulled me against his body and ground his hips against me. “That’s for me to know and you to imagine. Now, come,” he said.

Colin waved to us from the bar before we were out the door. I waved back and then Sarah came up before we could leave.

“You’re coming tomorrow night?” she said, her face expectant, a tray of empty drinks in her hand. “Mom cooks a mean roast. Drake, you’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“Of course we’re coming,” Drake said and squeezed my hand.

“We’ll be glad to,” I said and smiled.

Then Drake pulled me out of the pub and into the Manhattan night.

We went back to the apartment, walking the few blocks to a parking garage and driving through the city, down streets filled with late-night revelers. Once we arrived at the apartment, Drake opened the door for me, ever the gentleman, and then before I had even taken off my sandals and put down my bag, he grabbed me and kissed me deeply.

“I need you,” he said in a low voice.

“I’m yours,” I replied, my voice husky with desire – desire he ignited in me with his insistent touch and the way he ran his hands over my body. I wondered what he had planned for me, thinking that perhaps he wanted to tie me up and blindfold me, asserting our D/s relationship as a way to reestablish that we were into power exchange and not just a vanilla couple. I thought perhaps that inviting me to watch him play might upset his equilibrium and he would need to go all Dom with me.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he stripped me naked and admired me while I stood in our bedroom, next to the bed, waiting.

“You’re perfect,” he said to me while he ran his hand over my shoulder, down to the curve of my breast. He cupped it and ran his finger over my nipple until it puckered under his touch.

I wanted to protest that I was far from perfect, reciting the litany of insecurity that still ran through my head when I was complimented – I was short, my hair was ordinary brown, my hips a little too curvy and now I’d be developing a pregnant belly…

But Drake’s expression when his gaze moved over my naked body quashed those doubts and insecurities. I could see the blatant lust in his eyes and it shut up those voices.

His expression said he couldn’t get enough of me.

I stood still and let him look at me, touch me, and his touch and gaze aroused me. Finally, he pulled me into his arms and kissed me, keeping his eyes opened, taking one of my hands and sliding it down his chest to his abs, and then to his thick, rock-hard erection straining against the fabric of his jeans.

“Feel what you do to me,” he said his voice low and smoky.

I squeezed his erection, running my fingers from the tip to the base, barely able to get my fingers around his girth. I closed my eyes and imagined him filling me up so completely while he fucked me.

“Your breasts are so lush, your body so responsive…” he said and cupped one breast, kneading the nipple between his finger and thumb. It sent a jolt of lust right to my clit and I moaned softly in response. His hand traced softly down my waist to my hip and then between my thighs, which he parted, forcing me to lean against the bed. “
Mmm
,” he said with a satisfied grunt. “Nice and wet. I need to fuck you.
Now
.”

“I’m yours,” I managed to whisper, my throat dry, my heart fluttering.

He pushed me back onto the bed and lay on top of me fully clothed.

“Aren’t you going to undress?” I asked, my hands stroking up his back.

“No,” he said and kissed the tops of my breasts. “I’m going to devour you completely with all my clothes on. Then, when I’ve made you come twice with my fingers and tongue, I’m going to unzip and fuck you hard and fast and make you come again, all while fully clothed.”

“Why?” I asked, knowing I was pushing the terms of our D/s relationship, but I was curious. “Why wouldn’t you want to be naked so our skin can touch?”

“Why?” he said, a touch of humor in his voice. “Because, I
own
you, Katherine. When you’re naked and I’m dressed, it reinforces that I own you, that’s why. You’re mine and I can do anything I want to you. What I want is to eat you until you scream out my name, and then fuck you until I’m blinded from pleasure.”

“Is that a promise,” I asked softly, knowing full well it was. When Drake said he was going to make me come three times, I believed him.

I closed my eyes and tried not to smile, but I heard him chuckle above me.

“Insolent girl…”

And then, he kissed me hard, shutting me up, and did exactly what he said.

Later, when we were both spent, he lay on his back beside me, his arms spread out wide. I cuddled against his still fully clothed body, his belt still fastened, his zipper undone and his now deflating erection lying to one side.

“I like a man who keeps his promises,” I said with a grin.

He smiled back, his eyes still closed. “I’m a man of my word.” Then he turned his head towards me and his expression became serious. “You’re everything to me, Kate,” he said softly. “None of this,” he said and waved his hand around and I knew what he meant – the apartment with all the expensive renovations, his wealth. “None of it means anything to me without you. I realize now how lonely I was before I met you.”

“You had a good life, Drake,” I said and leaned up on my elbow so I could look in his eyes. “You had the band, your foundation, the company, your practice. You had submissives…”

“I think I worked so hard and kept so busy so I wouldn’t feel empty. I was very lonely. I didn’t know it, but I was hoping to find you – someone like you. When I did, I fell so hard…”

I smiled. “Me, too.”

“Not as hard as me,” he said, his expression serious.

“I fell just as hard,” I said and shook my head.

“Not possible,” he replied.

“If you think that, I haven’t been good enough to you,” I said, surprised that he thought I hadn’t felt for him the way he felt for me. “I haven’t done a good enough job showing you how hard I fell.” Then I kissed him and cupped his face with my hands. “I love you, Drake. Totally and completely.”

“I love you, Ms. Bennet. Totally and completely.”

We embraced for a few moments, and his arms tightened around me as if he couldn’t get close enough. When he finally let go, I rose up on my elbows above him and watched his face. His eyes were closed and he was smiling.

“What’s that smile about?”

He grinned more widely, but kept his eyes closed. “I want to talk to you, cuddle and do all the stuff women like after sex, but I’m exhausted.” He cracked one eyelid open and looked at me.

“You can go to sleep if you want,” I said and poked him in the shoulder. “I won’t be insulted. I’ll get up and read my Facebook feed until I’m tired enough to sleep. It’s funny but I was tired back at O’Riley’s and thought I’d want to go to sleep right away, but now…”

“Yes, you were yawning when we were at O’Riley’s, but I told you. Sex wakes women up and puts men to sleep. It is known.”

I laughed at the reference to Game of Thrones. “It is known,” I said, “but sometimes, it is forgotten. Sex always wakes me up. I won’t be long. You go ahead and go to sleep. I’ll be back once I’ve checked my email.”

He nodded and sat up, unbuttoning his shirt while I pulled on my little lace nightgown.

“Oh, by the way, there’s something I wanted to tell you,” I said, and frowned, remembering the strange woman at the bar.

“What?” Drake asked, as he stood and undressed.

“It’s probably nothing, but I noticed this woman tonight, watching the band, but she never came in and sat down. She stayed in the alcove by the washrooms. I wondered if it might be your resident. Lisa.”

Drake sat on the bed beside me, his expression dark. “What did she look like?”

I thought about her. “Tall with long really dark hair. I couldn’t see her face very clearly, but she was definitely pretty and had a nice figure.”

“What did she do?”

I shrugged, thinking I was being paranoid. “Nothing, really. She stood there and listened to the music. I thought she was waiting to use the washroom, but there was no one in it. Then she left and came back twice. Once, I thought she was looking at me but maybe I was imagining things…”

Drake said nothing for a moment, frowning. “I don’t like it,” he said. “It might be nothing, but Lisa knows I play in a band. It might have been her.” He sighed audibly beside me. “I really don’t like the idea she was there or that she saw you.”

“She’d have no idea who I am though,” I said and shook my head. “It’s not like there are a lot of pictures of me anywhere. My father is really serious about privacy and so we never made our Facebook pages public and never posted pictures of ourselves online.”

Drake shook his head. “If she wanted to find out who you were, she could do it easily enough. Maybe I better look into personal security.”

I gasped at that. “Really?” I said. “Are you that worried about her?”

“I don’t know, Kate,” he said, his voice quiet. “I don’t want to take any chances.” He turned to me, his blue eyes intense. “Maybe I’ll contact Kyle Burke, an old friend from college who’s in the security business, about arranging private security. He’s in the lifestyle, so I can tell him the truth.”

“If you think so,” I said. “I really don’t think it’s necessary…”

“Better safe than sorry.” Then he leaned closer and stroked my cheek. “You and the baby are everything to me. If anything happened to you…”

I smiled. “We’ve watched too many thrillers,” I said with a light laugh. “Things like that only happen in the movies.”

We kissed and then I went to the bathroom and cleaned up. When I was finished, I left the bedroom and went to my office where my laptop sat on a desk. I sat down and woke it up, checking my mail for anything that came in while I was out and then clicked on the Facebook icon on my desktop. I heard Drake in the bathroom running water, and knew he was having a quick shower before bed.

I read through my newsfeed and then looked over my plans for the week for my research project, and when I yawned once more, I decided to go to bed. By the time I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, Drake was asleep.

I crept in beside him and snuggled up against his naked body, his warmth soothing. It was then the image of the dark haired woman came back into mind, and I thought about Drake arranging private security for us both. I didn’t like the idea of having bodyguards or security types following me around, but if it made Drake happier with me being alone all day, I’d humor him. I sighed and snuggled closer, the sound of his breathing finally lulling me to sleep.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Drake

I met Kyle Burke, one of the founders of Brimstone Security and Threat Assessment Inc., to speak with him about security for Kate when I wasn’t with her. A huge man over six five and rippling with muscles on top of his muscles, Kyle was exactly what you thought of when imagining a Rambo-type of veteran going into security after several tours of duty. We met through Lara, when I was back in college, and he was a veteran of Gulf War One going to college through the VA. Since he knew Lara, he was pretty knowledgeable about the lifestyle. I felt I could tell him everything without fear.

I relayed my concerns about Lisa and the fact that she threatened me.

“So the police are clearly out of the question,” he said. “They’d have to do background checks into your past and her past. It would be impossible to assure privacy if that happened.”

I shook my head. “Can’t go there,” I said. “I’ve been trying to keep her at a distance without upsetting her too much, but if she goes too far, I may have to take more drastic measures and withdraw from my fellowship at NYU.”

“That’s rough,” he said and scrolled through a document on his computer. “I can arrange a detail to watch your wife when she’s out, and watch your house during the day. We can probably start tomorrow, in fact. I have a few new guys coming online who were in security in Iraq with one of my competitors.”

“Sounds good,” I said and relaxed. “It’s probably nothing but the woman is clearly irrational if she thinks she can threaten me and then have me as her
friend
.”

“I doubt she wants to be your friend,” Kyle said with a laugh, then his expression turned dark. “It’s really sad that you can’t talk to her superiors,” he said and frowned, his black eyes intense. “Someone like that shouldn’t be getting so much power over patients.”

I shrugged, although I knew he was right. I had thought of that many times, but part of me felt bad about ruining her career, and she’d probably know it was me and could retaliate. Still, Kyle was right. Lisa was unreasonable, despite being very skilled in surgery. I planned on finishing my fellowship and then speaking with the administration about her suitability for the program. If she didn’t back off, I promised myself that I would.

I felt bad but I had to protect Kate.

Kyle and I shook hands and I left his office feeling somewhat better about Kate being all alone during the day when I was at the hospital.

I had no other disagreements with Lisa during the following week, and we didn’t end up going to lunch since we both were busy, so I felt slightly sheepish about the security detail that was watching Kate and our apartment building on a daily basis.