Drake refused to move, afraid that if he did, Bethany’s voice would disappear. Even Miles looked like he was smiling.

“What the hell are you smiling about?” he groused.

Miles chuckled. “Maybe if you took out your sorry head out of your arse, you’ll see why. Good to see you again, Bethany.”

This is a dream. This is a dream.

“Same here, Coach. Drake, baby. Please.”

His shoulders slumped as he exhaled. The pain he subjected his body to was nothing compared to the crippling torment that now defined his life. Could he still take more punishment? Hell, he was turning to a masochist all because he couldn’t get Bethany out of his system. But he couldn’t stop himself from turning, even if it meant that the moment he saw her, she’d disappear.

So he turned and stared at the most precious and most beautiful woman to grace his life. He was a man looking at a mirage. He knelt towards Bethany, searching those sapphire blue eyes brimming with tears.

“Bee?”

“It’s me. Look at me, baby. Don’t look at the blood. I’m here. I’m not going away.”

Electricity shot through his veins the moment Bethany’s fingers closed over his through the fiber netting. All his heart wanted to do was to soak up Bethany’s tears and immerse himself in her.

The crowd noise had lowered as they filed out of the area as Jessie Ware’s Wildest Moments filtered through the speakers.

“Drake, we have to go.” Miles placed his hand.

“No Coach.”

“Rosen, Bethany will follow.” Oliver appeared from the opposite side to where Bethany was. “Go.”

Miles dragged him away. All the while, Drake kept his eyes on Bethany afraid that she’d disappear if he so much as watched where he was going.

He stumbled.

“Goddammit, Drake! Pull yourself together!” Miles groused. “She’s not going to disappear.”

Drake watched Oliver, Aiden, and Vincent flank Bethany as they made their way towards the fighters’ area from the side door. He strode through the opened curtain ignoring the people waiting to speak to him and leaving Miles to deal with them. The door to his room was open. Bethany was already there.

Sweet Jesus, she was still beautiful. His sunshine and moonlight. The only woman his heart adored. The woman whose mere presence healed his tormented soul.

“Leave.”

Oliver’s mouth twitched and nudged his head towards his men. Drake turned around.

“Oliver.”

“Yeah?”

He attempted to smile. “Thank you.”

Oliver smirked. “Don’t blow it Rosen.”

Miles had just arrived just as Oliver closed the door.

The muffled sounds outside diminished like some remote control turning the volume off.

He kept his eyes on Bethany, watched her wring her hands in nervousness.

“Hi.” She gave him a tentative smile.

“Hey.” Shit his lip stung.

“So…you won,” she said. She walked to the table, just to Drake’s right, which held the rest of his first aid kit. Drake didn’t take his eyes off her.

Bethany tore a packet of sterile gauze before slowly moving towards him.

“May I?”

Drake swallowed, suddenly tongue tied. He jerked his head in a nod.

He drank in her face so close to his, smelled her sweet perfume that wrapped around him enough to heal the aches and pains encroaching into his body. He was willing to stay and not flinch at her gentle dabs on his wounds just to be close to her. Drake watched concentration fill Bethany’s eyes, her brow creasing with worry in case she hurt him.

“You’re not hurting me,” he said softly.

She stilled but only just before she started again but this time her eyes were filling up with tears.

“Ahh shit, Bee. That’s not what I meant.” He couldn’t bear it. He fell on his knees and embraced her, his head on her belly. “I’m so sorry, Bethany. I’m so sorry.”

He held her tight and shuddered when his eyes watered.

“I’m sorry too, Drake. So sorry I don’t know how to undo the pain I’ve caused you.”

Drake looked up, his heart crushed again at Bethany’s sorrow. She knelt down with him, embracing him and making him smile because she was holding him so tight his sore ribs protested.

It was the best embrace he’d ever received.

“I’m all sweaty.”

“I don’t care.” Bethany buried her face against his neck.

Drake chuckled. “You’re going to have blood on you.”

“Pfft…like I’m afraid of blood.” She deadpanned then squealed when he tickled her side.

They stayed kneeling for a long time. No words were said.

“Bee?”

“Hmmm?”

“Don’t ever leave me,” he said softly. He couldn’t swallow through the lump in his throat. “I don’t think I’ll be able to bear it a third time.”

“I didn’t want to leave you.” She leaned away cupping his face. “But I couldn’t face you knowing you’d hate me because of what happened to me.”

“Bethany.” He held her face in both his hands and kissed her, finally having her soft lips on his. All coherent thought left as Bethany opened to him. His heart expanded as he felt her love flowing into that one kiss. Drake crushed her in his arms, unable to get enough of touching and holding her. Bethany returned every tug of his lips and every swipe of his tongue. They broke gasping for air.

“I could never hate you.” He insisted. “If there was anyone who should be hated it would be me because I left you.”

“You were forced to leave me, Drake. And I could never hate you either. I loved you too much. Hating you was like hating myself. I didn’t want to go down that road.”

He pressed his forehead against hers. “Bee, I didn’t know what to say. Who the fuck knows what to say in that situation? It was a shock and I stayed out there for a very long time until Aiden helped me back into my car. Until now I don’t even know how I got back to Bridgewater in one piece. I was angry, furious. But the rage I had afterwards was not towards you. It was against Andrew for destroying our lives. All because we didn’t have a right to fit in and because he wanted you.”

“Oh my God…” The horror on Bethany’s face was something Drake would never forget. He would protect her and love her til his dying day.

“But when you left me in the quay, when you said goodbye…that really did a number on me”. He paused at the remembered pain. “I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t speak. I didn’t think I’d get out of that quay alive.”

He stood, helping Bethany up before he sat on the bench insisting that she sit on his lap. Drake rubbed her back, everywhere he could touch to make sure that Bethany was really there with him.

“When you said goodbye and left, I thought you no longer wanted me.”

“I have never wanted any other man but you, Drake Rosen.” She nestled her face against his neck, inhaling him. “I want all of you.”

“Oh baby, you have me and more.” Tentative joy punched a ray of light into his heart. “I’m never letting you go again and to clinch the deal, I want you to marry me.”

“What?” she gasped, leaning away.

“Ahh…Bee.” He cradled her head and kissed her deeply. He winced.

“Drake, your lip.” She protested.

“I don’t fucking care. A cut lip is nothing compared to making sure I’m not hallucinating. That you’re really here.” He kissed her deeply leaving him breathless and wanting more. His cock stirred.

“You don’t have to answer now. This isn’t exactly the best place to propose but yes…” he cupped her cheek. “I want you to be my wife. I’ve always wanted that, from the very start.”

Bethany’s breath caught, her eyes misting. “Drake, I haven’t put on the waterworks as much as I’ve had these last four months.” She laughed softly before her eyes clouded. “Even knowing what I was before?”

He framed her face with his hands and gave her the gentlest kiss. “Anybody who talks out of turn will find themselves in the next country if they so much a say a nasty word about you. It’s you I love Bethany. Not the choices you had to make because some fucktard made it his life mission to destroy us both.”

Bethany hummed against his mouth. “Rosen, is that what I think it is?”

Drake grinned pulling away, loving the way she looked at him.

“What if it is?”

In one move, he hauled Bethany up and carried her to the massage table. His body still buzzed with adrenalin from the fight and it further fuelled his libido. He stormed to the door locking it.

“Drake! Open up!” Miles pounded on the door.

“I’m busy!”

“Drake,” Bethany gasped. “What are they going to say?”

His cock twitched at the sight of her blush.

“Let them say what they want to say.” He gave her a sexy smirk. He sauntered to the woman who would always be the light of his life and stood between her legs. He ran his hands over Bethany’s waist before reaching for the waistband of her jeans. “I haven’t eaten.”

Bethany’s eyes darkened her tongue biting the side of her bottom lip.

“I haven’t either.”

He grinned. Fuck his busted lip. “I’m hungry.”

Bethany’s eyes softened. “Me too.”

Then she kissed the tattoo forever etched on his body and his heart.

“Bloody hell, Bee. I missed you.”

With a growl, he unzipped Bethany’s jeans and dragged them together with her panties down her legs. Her ankle boots went next. His cock twitched hard at the sight of her bare mound and he inhaled her scent into his starved lungs. He raised her legs and pulled them apart. Bethany leaned back on her elbows. He grinned at the short breaths of anticipation and excitement moving in and out of her before looking down at the pink delicious flesh in front of him. He blew over it and watched with satisfaction as Bethany’s pussy became plump and moist before his very eyes.

“Hmm… baby, I haven’t done anything yet and your pussy is getting wet.”

“Drake…stop teasing,” Bethany gasped. She bucked her hips gently in invitation before reaching down to open her lips for him.

Holy shit, that’s fucking hot.

“Woman, get ready for the start of more fuck rides that will blow your mind.”

He took a swipe between her pussy lips and closed his eyes in pleasure. Bethany hissed and moaned. He held her gaze and did it again, his tongue exploding with her flavour and couldn’t get enough.

“Drake…” Her stomach muscles moved frantically. He licked her fingers before he turned his gaze on her mound and started to take in his fill that he had without for a fucking long time. His tongue darted up and down, left to right, and swirled around her clit. He wished he could suck her the way he kissed her, but couldn’t do it with a busted lip.

Next time.

He couldn’t wait. His orgasm was so close but he wanted it to be inside Bethany.

He stood and pulled his shorts down. Bethany’s face transformed, her tongue licking her lips. He chuckled.

“Later, baby. Right now I’m holding on to be inside you.” Drake rasped as he stroked himself. Then he fed himself into her tight sheath. Bethany threw her head back before taking off her coat and her clothes underneath until her bra was the only thing she wore. Her nipples, taut and hard behind the lace became Drake’s undoing and with one thrust brought himself inside Bethany.  She cried out.

“You okay, Bee?” he panted, keeping still to let her adjust to him.

“Oh baby, you feel good.” She sat up and placed an arm around him. The angle squeezed his cock inside.

“Fuck it, Bethany…I don’t think I can last.”

“Take me, Drake.” Bethany smothered his face with kisses and squeezed him inside her. “Take me as hard as you want.”

Drake withdrew and slammed into Bethany. She whimpered, her breath coming out short and fast. Drake did it again. Slow. Fast. Hard. Until he couldn’t hold the slow fast rhythm and started to piston in and out of Bethany’s sweet hot heat. Bethany fell back on the table. Drake held her thighs in his hands before he released them and leaned into Bethany.

“Look at me, Bee.”

Drake held her gaze, watching as the myriad of emotions of hunger and love filled her gaze. He was so close…could feel the power surge centering in his groin. His body tensed. Bethany’s whimpers increased in pitch until she bowed out of the table and came softly squeezing him in her climax. Drake closed his eyes and followed her to oblivion as he emptied himself into her.

As he plied her mouth, face, and neck with soft open kisses, Wildest Moments kept running in a loop inside his mind.