CHAPTER 9

Drake

Fuck me. I couldn’t hold myself back from kissing her. Not after what I’d just witnessed.

That was so fucking hot. I couldn’t hold back. She was just standing there, and she smelled so fucking good, her lips were practically begging to be kissed. I knew she was into me, crying out my name while she touched herself told me that. At least that's what the liquor had made me think.

I'd have taken her right then and there, but she was a virgin. She thought I didn’t hear her admit it but I did. Load and clear. The idea of taking her virginity, of being her first, scared the shit out of me. Sure, Shannon and I were both virgins when we got together, but that was different. We were each other's firsts.

It should be special, and me being wasted and coming onto her, knowing she was thinking about fucking me? Nah, that wouldn't have been special. Besides, people get attached to their first, and that's the last fucking thing I needed. I'd been in love once, and only once. All the other women came and went in my life. I'd fuck them, but only as a means to an end. It was purely physical, no emotions or feelings involved.

Being someone's first now was way too much for me.

I couldn’t wrap my head around it. Not one bit. The thought of her consumed me all damn weekend. I no longer trusted myself around her. Knowing how good her lips had tasted was going to make it rough. Thinking that she might be a virgin – hell that thought alone was making me hard. Damn. Delia was starting to consume more and more of my thoughts, and that wasn't a good thing.

I worked on the ranch, breaking sweats like never before just to keep my mind off her. Most communication was via phone calls and emails, but I redirected her to Hank as much as I could so I could get her voice out of my ear.

I couldn't fall for her. Nope. I needed to keep my distance. For her sake and mine. A guy like me would fucking destroy a sweet girl like that. She deserved better. She was different than all the groupies. They threw themselves at me. Delia was smart and fiery, sassy and strong. In many ways, she reminded me of Shannon, and that's what scared me the most.

I tossed around bales of hay like I was throwing sacks of feathers. I chased calves for the hell of it to try and erase her from my mind. I worked on the tractor with Paul and even got started working on some of the other broken-down equipment I’d told him I would repair over the years.

I even rode every horse around over the course of the weekend.

Anything to put that woman out of my mind.

But now, she was on her way to my house. Monday morning at fucking six, like none of us had a damn life to lead. The band and I had a short tour to go on. A few stops here and there, some awesome fucking shows to put on for women who adored us. That was what I needed to be thinking about. I needed to be preparing for these damn shows. Running sets in my head and belting lyrics in the shower. That was what I needed to be doing.

I headed to the shower, hoping to clear my head. I washed off the sweat from the day, scrubbing my body with soap and trying to clean out the memory of Delia screaming my name. As I ran the soap over my groin, my cock perked to life. My balls were begging for release, and I thought maybe if I could jerk off, it would clear my head. Might as well try.

Leaning forward, I held myself up with one hand while taking my cock in the other. I stroked my dick, closing my eyes and trying to imagine anything but Delia's tight, virgin pussy.

It didn't work. That's all I could think about.

“Fuck, yes,” I groaned, imagining that first thrust into her tight little hole. It would hurt her, but I'd be gentle. I'd move slow, at first, just like my hand moved on my cock. Slow and steady, guiding it between her pussy lips and filling her up. I could still hear her calling my name, and damn, it sounded so sexy. The way she moaned and writhed on the bed, it would feel fucking fantastic if she were beneath me, letting me pummel my dick into her.

Her long, slender legs would wrap around my body, pulling her into me. I'd try to prevent myself from coming too quick, but with a pussy that tight, it would be hard. I'd want to make her come, hard, though. I'd want to make her scream my name over and over again as I bury my shaft deep inside of her, all the way to her fucking cervix.

Once she climaxed, I'd go all the way. Maybe bend her over and take her from behind - that tight little ass wiggling against my body as I fucked her.

“Oh God...,” I groaned.

Streams of cum gushed from my dick, landing on the shower walls and dripping down. So much hot seed came spilling out of me, I wasn't sure it would ever end. My orgasm rode through me like a wave, crashing into me and causing me to shudder until every last drop of cum was clinging to the walls of my shower.

God dammit. I'm a fucking screw-up. Can't even work with my personal assistant without yanking my cock and cumming all over the shower tiles.

I finished up and dried off, and from down the hall, I heard Paul's voice.

“Whatcha readin’?” Paul asked.

“It’s a book I got her this weekend,” Tammy said.

“I finished my human behavior book, so now I’m reading on human interaction,” Elsie said.

“Found anything interestin’?” Paul asked.

“I only started it last night,” Elsie said. “But the first chapter was—interesting.”

“How so?” Tammy asked.

“There are certain human interactions I don’t understand yet. Some I do, but some I don’t. Like the idea of kissing. This book outlines the reasons and behaviors behind kissing. But I don’t understand it.”

I grinned as I listened to Elsie talk to Paul and Tammy about the basics of interacting with another person.

“Elsie, are you okay?” Tammy asked.

I heard the couch squeaking as Elsie rocked back and forth on it.

“Els? Can ya tell us what’s goin’ on?” Paul asked.

“She’s here,” Elsie said. “She’s here.”

I heard a knock on the door that signaled to me that Delia was here. I got up from the kitchen table and sighed, knowing what I had to do next. Elsie was getting uncomfortable with Delia’s presence. Especially since she didn’t know who Delia was. I’d have to introduce this woman to my sister.

But my fear wasn’t that my sister wouldn’t like her. There were ways of getting around that.

My fear was that Elsie would get attached. Then I wouldn’t be able to get rid of Delia that easily.

I opened the door and took her in, raking my eyes down her form. She took my breath away.

Delia was wearing another pair of tightly-formed jeans but had on one of her nicer blouses. It fell around her breasts perfectly but left something to the imagination with the dip in the waist. She still had on those scuffed boots, though, and I grinned as I took them in.

But before I could walk my eyes back up her body, she pushed through and headed straight for the kitchen.

She set a bag on the table and pulled out her laptop. Before I could even get in a word, she already had my itinerary popped up and ready to go. I leaned against the doorway as I continued to listen to the couch squeak. My sister’s movements were getting more volatile, and I knew I had to do something to diffuse the situation before it got any worse.

“You ready to work?” Delia asked.

“Yep. Just got one thing, not on that itinerary that I need from you,” I said.

I could see her shuffle a little in a nervous fashion. “What that?” she asked.

“Gotta meet the baby sister,” I said.

She looked up at me with a quizzical expression but stood up from the kitchen chair. I turned and left, listening for her to follow me without speaking a word to her. We rounded into the living area where Paul and Tammy were sitting, their eyes filled with worry as Elsie continued to rock and fiddle with her fingers.

“Elsie honey, this is Delia. She’s my personal assistant. She’ll be around here a bit when I’m not on tour. Delia, this is Elsie. My sister,” I said.

I watched as Delia broke away from me and stood in front of my sister. She held her hand out to her and Elsie looked at it. Her body was still rocking, and her hands were still fidgeting, but Delia was patient with her. I could see Delia’s eyes looking around fluidly, trying to discern the type of situation she had just landed in.

And I nearly grinned when she put the pieces together.

“Hi Elsie, it’s really nice to meet you.”

Tammy and Paul were both trying to settle Elsie down as Delia kept her stance soft and still.

Elsie’s rocking slowly stopped, and I saw my sister stand to her feet. She cleared her throat and placed her hand in Delia’s, shaking it with a firm grip. I saw Elsie studying the contact, taking in the way their hands molded together. The way Delia’s fingertips folded over her hand. That was the thing with Elsie. Once she engaged in something, she had to have the time to take it in fully.

And Delia was giving her that time. Damn this woman was full of surprises. I pushed myself away from the door, trying to hide my relief. I could feel my nerves settle down, but a drink would be the perfect remedy. I heard the two of them talking as I made my way into the kitchen, searching for the bottle of booze I used to fill up my flask.

My pocket felt lighter than normal. Which meant I was almost out.

Soon, people were departing and settling down. Paul went to start his work for the day, and Delia made her way back to her laptop. Tammy and Elsie were sitting in the room, talking about that damn book Elsie had picked up. I filled up my flask before I tipped the bottle back, feeling the burning alcohol slide down my throat.

“When you’re done, come sit. We’re going over dates,” Delia said.

“Yes ma’am,” I said.

“You have four concerts laid out over the next two weeks. Your hotel rooms have been confirmed, and the tour bus has been cleaned for you and your band. You have two interviews outside of the concerts, one before the second concert and one before the third. I’m in the process of handling the media in all the towns to give you as much peace as possible but be ready to be bombarded.”

“I’ll make sure to hold my tongue,” I said.

“I was thinking more along the lines of finding a different place to store your flask.”

“My ass pocket doesn’t work?”

“Not when your fans are constantly staring at it.”

“What is it with you?” I asked, as I turned around. “What do you have to be so offended about?”

“Besides the fact that you literally think you can take what you want without repercussions?” she asked.

Her eyes sank hard into mine, and I felt the tension growing between us. I knew what she was talking about and I knew she was angry. But damn if that emotion didn’t look good on her. I walked over toward her, bending over her shoulder so I could see my schedule. I groaned at the sheer amount of it all and sighed, noticing that Delia didn’t move away from me. No matter how much I wanted to stay away from her, I wanted Delia. I wanted her untouched body. I wanted her fiery mouth around my cock. I wanted the whole of me to silence the sass that poured from her lips. I was perched above her, one hand behind her chair and the other on the table, with a perfect view down her blouse.

Fuck. She could drive any man wild.

“You done?” she asked.

She looked up at me with those fiery eyes, all wide and brimming with hidden want.

Damn it. I was in so much fucking trouble with this one.