PROMISE

Morning sunlight struck his eyelids, drawing sleep back to the suppressed piece of his brain and effectively awakening him. Slowly, blue orbs were exposed to the dimly lit hotel room, and as they adjusted to the light pouring into them, as well as to the feeling of being cast from the dark recesses of his once sleep-stricken mind, objects in the room began to show up through the faintly blinding sunlight.
A dresser was cast across the room sat beside a door he could only faintly remember belonging to a bathroom used to it's full capacity the night before. Set across from the doorway to the bathroom sat a balcony, again quite used the night before.
The curtains connected to the balcony, shielding the sunlight only slightly, blew faintly through the minuscule crack between the glass door and the wall keeping it in place. Like a silk blanket, the warm smell of cinnamon, sex - or rather passion and love mingled together in one wonderful scent - and what almost seemed like...A brief and tired smile struck his lips as he remembered that smell's origin.
Pastry, French toast, cinnamon bread, and why, of course, a faintly lingering scent of alcohol and, strangely, cucumber.
Slowly, Drake rolled in the bed to his side, facing toward the bathroom door as well as the dresser adorned with bits and piece of red and white rose petals and clothing that did, and did not, belong to him.
That tired smile widened, his chest rising and falling slowly, as his eyes dipped to the body next to him in the warm bed, giving him the blessed opportunity of watching Sarah lying beside him copy the gesture, still very much asleep.
Despite the very light hangover and his slightly blurry memory of the accuracy of the night before, he knew exactly what happened between him and his Sarah lying comfortably beside him.
Slowly, he slipped his left hand from beneath the pillow his head rested on, grinned tiredly, and watched the glimmer of sunlight now streaking over his Sarah’s back glitter along the golden band resting on her ring finger.
When he felt the faintest of stirring, Drake slowly shifted closer to Sarah and ran the warm fingertips of the his left hand, now wearing the band he was more than proud to see struck so impertinently by the sunlight; down his her back, making quite sure that they ran along the slight bumps of her vertebrae simply so he could feel the light rise and shift of each bump as the other breathed so perfectly.
Another shift, and he could see more sunlight daring to strike the warm skin littered with now very visible spots and marks.
Unable to resist, Drake began to trail kiss after kiss, keeping them dry and soft so as not to wake the other just yet, along the smooth shoulder-blades that dawned very light, almost unnoticeable with her dark skin - to anyone else not blessed to be in this situation – freckles.
He dipped to the left side of her back, easily moving at least halfway down with numerous kisses before he moved right back up to her left shoulder. From there, he moved along her long sexy neck for a few perfect seconds, to the back of her scalp sprinkled with downy hair, and back down to her left shoulder.
Quietly and slowly, he shifted enough to wrap an arm around her stomach, pulling her gently to his own chest, marveling at how easily he fit against her , as though they were two pieces of a lost puzzle that only they knew the location of the pieces to.
He lifted his head a bit, just enough to lean into her ear, and with a tired, rather raspy - at least it sounded as so to himself - morning voice, he hoped he woke her with warm words whispered like silk."Wake up, baby..."
Sarah rolled into him, and with a tired chuckle, he ran his nails slowly along her back, arm still tightly wrapped around his side, careful to avoid the obvious marks from the night before...or rather, the hours before.
This moment, right here, right this very second was precisely why he would give anything in the entire universe to freeze this moment in time, to just...stop here. Preserve this moment, solidify this very second as the Earth moved with no care to the two laying in the expensive hotel room, as people only a block away worked with no care in the world that the two people were even breathing.
With his body far beyond relaxed, his muscles not containing one trace of tenseness, his heartbeat running the perfect beat per second, the faint taste of Sarah, and that she would be beside him for the rest of their days,Drake wanted nothing else.
He didn't want money, he didn't want the company not the channels he had- which honestly, was a first for him; he was so endlessly ambitious - he didn't want his family to accept his chosen career profession and give their approval, he didn't want any of that. He wanted Sarah Rosewood only , just her decision , pressing her lips to his own sloppily and tiredly in a messy hotel bed with warm wine on a small tray on the bedside table and two golden bands highlighting each of their ring fingers.
He didn't want anything but this moment, suspended in time, never to be tampered with, so slowly, he pulled back from the kiss and slipped a hand up enough to cup his her cheek, thumb stroking over the skin and his lips turned up in a wide and adoring smile as those brown eyes revealed themselves from beneath those drooping lids."M'really fuckin' lucky, Sarah ."All he wanted was Sarah
“ What ring is this.” Sarah asked in surprised when she finally felt something different in her finger
“ I just want us to try the commitment thing Sarah , I know that I have been so much of pain to you , but I promise to do better and become the man you want if you give me another chance, I realize I can’t live without you and I don’t mind taking every steps with you.”
Drake spoke without break waiting for response as he studied Sarah’s emotionless face
“ I can’t.” She blurted out in tears
“ Drake I just need sometime to think of what I really want , I am trying to wrap my head about yesterday but I just need a little time to be sure I can deal with.....I mean I want to be able to trust you again, probably when I do .” She slipped the ring down her finger into his hands . She was tempted but doing the right thing was basically the only thing she wanted to do right now.
“ I will wait till you can, you can take your time babe .” Drake said as he kissed her forehead
“ Thank you .” She replied smiling brightly now and trying to sit up.
A gorgeous picture of Drake in a business suit, phone at his ear, stared up at her. She couldn’t help herself, she gave a little gasp and gazed down at the picture for far too long. He looked so good. Tanned, shaved, handsome, his collar popped open—no tie for him. Sunglasses covered his eyes, and she wished she could see them even though he was next to her .
The picture next to him was of a sheikh of some kind, and she frowned. What did these two have to do with each other? Then, she read the bright yellow headline for the first time.
Billionaire playboy sells The Grand Channel and all affiliated stations to Saudi prince in billion dollar deal! There was a smaller headline underneath that read AND THEN GIVES ALL THE MONEY TO CHARITY!
Her eyes widened. She picked up the magazine and began to read, frantic.
Nothing about handsome billionaire Drake Holt , 32, has ever been predictable . . . except for his love of partying. It seems, however, that scandal’s favorite billionaire is turning over a new leaf. Reports coming out of boardrooms state that Drake has sold the incredibly lucrative The Grand Channel and its spinoff stations to a powerful Saudi billionaire for over a billion dollars. When asked why he was getting out of the cable industry, Holt’s reps were notoriously closed-mouthed. One source says that despite the fact that ratings have been up, Drake was unhappy with the business itself. She said that “someone opened his eyes, and he didn’t like what he saw.” VERY MYSTERIOUS.
It would seem that our secret source has the inside track, though. Not one week after the purchase of the channel went through, Drake met with a famous women’s foundation and donated every dollar of the sale to charity. That’s right—every dollar of his sale of The Grand Channel will now go to helping battered women and victims of rape.
We’ve tried to contact Drake ’s reps, but they’re not speaking. Could there be another angle to this fascinating story that we haven’t heard yet? If there is, we’ll get the scoop!
“Oh my sweet lord,” Sarah
whispered. She blinked, and then began to read the article again, looking for additional tidbits to glean.
“ you should have told me you had things taken care of.”
“ I just feel to embarrass, I was going to do it secretly before you found out but it was too late Sarah.”
“ I love you Sarah .” Drake finally confessed
“ I love you too .” Sarah replied
She drove him crazy? He was driving her mad. At his words, she arched underneath him, thrusting her breasts in the air so he could have full access to them, and was not disappointed when he pinched the tip of one at the same time that he licked the other. A bolt of pleasure shot straight to her sex, and her legs tightened around his torso. Her voice was breathy. “Drake .”
“Love it when you say my name,” he murmured, his lips moving against her nipple.
“Oh, Drake ,” she moaned when he nibbled at the tip again. “God, you feel so incredibly good.”
“Let’s see,” he murmured, pressing a kiss between her breasts. His hand left her breast and skated down her belly, then lower, to her mound. A hot, thick finger slid between her folds. “Definitely wet.”
She was. She was wetter than she ever remembered being with a man. And she was so turned on that she ached inside, her sex clenching as if she needed something—or someone—buried deep within her. “Oh, God.”
“Drake ,” he murmured, and nipped her breast even as he slid that finger in and out of her pussy. “I want you to say my name again while I’m touching you.”
“Drake ,” she breathed, the word turning into a whimper when his slick finger moved to her clit and began to rub it. Her hips rocked involuntarily, and she clung to his shoulders, her nails digging into the tattoo on his biceps. His touch felt so amazing that her entire body seemed one big bundle of nerve endings, and they were all connected to the clitoris that he was rubbing and rolling under his fingers. Hot tension began to climb through her body, and she moaned low in her throat, her legs tightening around him. “I—I’m going to—”
“Come.” He made it sound like a command more than a question, and as he spoke, his fingers worked over her clit even faster, circling quickly.
She cried out as her entire body stiffened in her orgasm, then bit her lip to hold back as he continued to rub at her clit in slow, teasing circles that made her orgasm seem to last forever. Her entire body was quivering when she finally came down, and she noticed her nails had made half-moons into his shoulder. “Oh,” she breathed, removing her hand. “I’m so sorry.”
He leaned in and kissed her, hard and possessive. “About what?”
“Y-your shoulder,” she said, bewildered. “I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not hurting me, Sarah,” he said, and kissed her hungrily again, making the flames lick through her belly once more. With his hand, he dragged her arms back around his neck and then flexed his hips, surging forward until his cock rested against her naked pussy, and rubbed there. He was incredibly hard and thick, and she made a low whimper at the feel of him through his boxers. “I want you to keep touching me. I don’t care if you claw up my back.” He tugged at her lower lip with his teeth and then whispered against her mouth, “I like your reactions. They feel real to me.”
Another laugh bubbled up in her throat, and she wrapped her arms around his neck again. “I’m not very good at faking these things. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Not disappointed,” he said, rocking his hips against hers in a slow, circular motion that made her entire body follow the movement, her legs sliding back around his hips again. “And I know you weren’t faking.”
That masculine smugness in his voice made her curious. “Exactly how do you know that?”
He pressed a thumb to her clit, and she cried out, her nails cutting in to his shoulders again. “Because of that.” He slid a finger lower and circled around her opening, then ever so slowly pushed into her, causing her to gasp in reaction. “And that,” he murmured. “If I had a finger sunk deep inside you when you came, you’d clenched all around me, wouldn’t you? Milk my finger like you would my cock.”
She bit her lip and wiggled her hips a bit, too shy to answer.
“You’re sweet, and you’re smart, and sexy, and so very real, Sarah. That’s what I like about you.” He leaned in and gave her another light kiss, his fingers leaving her pussy, and she nearly cried out with disappointment.
“I love you too, Drake ,” she said softly, her hands moving over his arms and chest, caressing his skin. “I want to touch you.”
“I want to fuck you,” he murmured against her mouth, and she gasped at his directness. “I promise I’ll pull out this time.”
She nodded, and gasped with surprise when his tongue thrust into her mouth, even as he shifted and she felt the head of his cock fit up against the slick opening of her sex.
Drake Holt definitely wasn’t one to mince words. He told her what he wanted and went after it.Sarah realized this an instant before he thrust deep, and she whimpered at the sting of unused muscles as he seated himself deep inside her.
He tensed over her. “You seem new every time”
She shook her head. “But I don’t think so.Give me a moment.”
He leaned in and kissed her again, his tongue dancing over hers in a way that felt incredibly decadent with his sex buried in her own. When she nudged her hips slightly, he swung his, rocking the two of them in a slow, circular motion that made Drake instantly aware of every muscle in his body—and hers.
“Oh . . . do that again,” she breathed, holding on to him tightly.
Drake did, repeating the motion and exaggerating it for her benefit. It was a subtle roll of his hips, but he pressed forward and pushed enough that it rocked her body with his, and the slow roll of their hips brushed him against her clit, sending sensations pinging through her. She moaned again, her heels digging into his buttocks, encouraging him.
He was not a man who needed much encouragement. This time, when he thrust, he surged deep inside her, rocking her entire body on the blanket and causing her to cry out with pleasure. She clung to him as he began a hard, steady thrusting, pushing deep and hard inside her with every muscle, every sinew in his body. Her world narrowed down to his hips, pushing against her, the smack of his flesh against hers as he thrust deep again, the bounce of her breasts with every jolt of their bodies. She lost herself in the sensations, her eyes closed, her head thrown back. He was breathing hard over her, every breath a satisfied rasp, as she began to make soft, pleased noises in her throat with each thrust he made.
The elusive orgasmic feeling was rising again, and she focused in on it, moving her hips in time with his to ensure that each thrust was deeper, harder, stronger, and with each push of his cock into her, she got a little closer to coming.
He shifted his weight, adjusting her hips, and with his next thrust, her eyes flew open. That had been . . . different. The almost-but-not-quite orgasm feeling hovering at the edges of her consciousness flared to the forefront, and when his next thrust pushed forward, it happened again. Her pussy clenched around him in response, and he groaned even as he sucked in a breath.
“Wh-what was that?”
Drake ’s hands moved to her hips, angling her just so, and then he thrust again. When she keened in response, he grinned down at her, the look wicked and triumphant all at once. “G-spot.”
And oh, God, she really liked it. Her nails clawed his back again. “I need more.”
He gave another brutal surge, shoving their bodies across the blankets with his next push, and she cried out as the orgasm danced so close. Her feet left his hips, and she planted them on the ground so she could better lift her hips when he pushed in again, and thrust just as hard against him, her hips working furiously in time with his. That spot was back, and his short, quick pumps were rubbing up against it in the most incredible way that made her entire body arch with pleasure. She was so close and then—
She cried out as the orgasm rushed through her with force. Her sex clenched tight around him, and she heard him utter a muffled curse before he pulled out. She dropped her hips back to the ground as he stroked his cock with his hand, once, twice, and then he was coming on her belly, hot jets of come splashing over her skin.
Once done, he exhaled heavily and lay down on the bed next to her, where she was staring up the ceiling dazed and dreamy.
That was incredible. Mind-blowing. She’d totally forgot about being so handled since last night till this morning , at this point she needed a good bath and something satisfying to eat “Thank you,” she said softly.
“Thank you?” He was still panting. “For pulling out?”
“No,” she said dreamily, though that was nice of him, too. “For showing me where the G-spot was. I had no idea. I think I’m ruined for non-G-spot sex now.”
He laughed, the sound short and forceful. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that.”
“Well, okay, it’d have to be really great sex to make up for the lack of the G-spot attention.” She sat up and grimaced at her sticky belly, still covered with his seed. “I think I’m going to go take a quick dunk.”
“It’s probably cold.”
“‘You will never do anything in this world without courage,’” she quoted at him.
“Is that a challenge?” He asked, grinning. He got to his feet and curled his hands into mock claws, looking as if he were a predator about to pounce on his prey. “Are you saying I’m not brave enough for cold water?”
“Not at all,” she said, turning toward the bathroom.
When he took a step forward, she ran for it, a high-pitched squeal of alarm escaping her. Moments later, he had an arm around her stomach and was dunking her in the chilly surf. Sarah screamed and clung to him, dragging him under with her until they were both sputtering and laughing.
“There’s your courage, Drake told her between chuckles.
She laughed too, delighted by his mood.
They rinsed off quickly, and then headed back to the room to get dresy. The room was just every sign of sex complete with a rough mattress, pillows everywhere ,and rumpled blankets. Before when they’d eaten they’d been clothed. When Sarah crawled into bed this time, she was naked and slightly damp, and so was the man who crawled in after her. As soon as she pulled the blanket over her body, he tugged her close and spooned her, his hand sliding possessively over her waist and resting on her breast.
As if he cherished her.
And she thought that maybe, just maybe, Drake was going to ruin after-sex cuddling for her, too. Because being pressed up against his big, strong body as she drifted off to sleep, his hand possessively cupping her breast, felt a little too good to be true.And so the next one week went on with just two routines food and sex.