Page 51 of Drake
I don’t have to stretch him too much; we prepped before we left, but I like my fingers in his arse, so I carry on. I open my fly and pull my engorged cock from its confines and line up with his hole. I push in slow and steady, not stopping until I’m fully embedded inside him. Drake is rocking back and forth on my dick, groaning as the head strokes over his prostate.
“Enough,” I tell him, grabbing his hips and taking over. I know how sensitive his skin is, but I can’t help from scraping my short nails over his arse. His moans egg me on—to go faster, deeper, to finish inside him. “Fuck! Yeah!” I shout out as I pour my load inside his very willing arse.
It’s my turn to collapse. I flop to the side as his knees give way, and he’s on his stomach again. He looks at me; I don’t think I’ve seen him glow so much. Our sex has always been amazing, but this is another level of pleasure.
“Thank you,” he says and reaches out to cup my nape and draw me closer to him. His kiss is soft, full of so much feeling that I know I’m about to blurt out my feelings for him when he stops. “I love you,” he says, his eyes glistening with unshed tears.
I cup his cheek, brushing my thumb under his eye. “I love you too,” I say and kiss him equally as gently.
We stay like this for another few minutes before I remind him of the other part of the evening. “We should clean up and go out and see your brothers.”
We grab a towel and wipe away all the sweat, lube, and cum from our bodies and then I help Drake and his still trembling legs back into his trousers.
“You go first; you can see where they are, and if they see you. I’ll follow you.”
“Are you sure about this?” he asks.
“Are you having second thoughts?” I’m more than happy to go out holding his hand and making it obvious that we’re together.
“No, I want to do this.” His voice is firm.
I let him go and follow, staying in the corridor and wait for him to reach the bar. I see his casual glance, then he smiles at me, and I walk out to him. I take his hand, and we walk to the booth they always seem to be in.
All four men are staring at us, Royal and Saint smiling at their brother. Memphis stands up and shrieks loud enough to make heads turn to us.
“You…you, shit, you’re together? Since when? Have you just come from a room? Of course, you have; your skin is glowing, Drake. Why didn’t you tell us?”
Royal pulls his boy back onto his lap, silencing him with a kiss. “You did a good job of keeping it secret, both of you. And I’m not surprised; Drake is the king of secrets but also keeping his feelings under wraps. I’m glad he’s found you, Finn. Welcome to the family.”
Saint holds out his fist; I bump it with mine, and that seems to be my acceptance to the Foster family. Noah stays quiet, as a sub in a TPE relationship with Saint, he behaves differently than Memphis; he’s a lot calmer.
“Pops is going to go crazy—he’ll be so happy for you, bro,” Royal says to his brother. I drop down into a large bucket chair and pull Drake with me. He settles sideways beside me with his legs over my thighs, not quite sitting on my knee; he’s not that sort of sub, not the way Memphis is, neither will he kneel by my side as Noah often does for Saint.
“Does this mean you’re staying here now?” Saint asks Drake.
He nods. “I’m starting a protection agency, offering 24/7 bodyguard service. I’ve got three friends from my army life coming to work for me to start. I’m focusing on LGBT clients, but not exclusively. You’d be surprised how many men in the public eye have to hide their truth from the world for fear of being ostracised or threatened, often blackmailed to keep their secret. I want to protect them.”
“Like you were with Rafe?” Memphis asks.
Drake lets out a low chuckle. “Not quite like that, I hope. We had a different kind of relationship. He’s my best friend; I would move heaven and earth to keep him safe.”
All eyes flick to me at his confession. I get why, but we’ve talked a lot about Rafe, we’ve even FaceTimed for us to get to know each other. It was weird at first; Drake is different with him, more relaxed, comfortable with him. Then I realised it’s the same way I’m friends with Memphis, and I’m glad they have each other. “What? I know about him. We’ve talked, the three of us. I know who he is to Drake, the same way I know who I am to Drake.”
“Is he as hot as he looks on the telly?” Memphis blurts out, then squeals when Royal swats him.
I look at Drake; he’s waiting for my answer. I sigh. “He’s even hotter.” I grin. “But not as hot as you, babe.”
Royal laughs loudly. “Good save.”
We stand on the doorstep. Finn looks like he wants to get back in the car and go home. He’s been here enough times to know that there’s nothing but love and support for all of us. It also means he knows just how bat shit crazy the meals can be, along with Pops’ reaction to anything to do with his boys.
“Ready?” I ask, reaching for the door handle. Finn nods, and I open it and step inside.
I can hear voices, lots of voices coming from the kitchen. Those fuckers got here early; they said they’d let us come first so Pops could get all his craziness over and done with before they arrived. “Those arseholes,” I grumble under my breath and take Finn’s hand.
“You saw the cars, babe.” I kiss his temple while he grumbles under his breath about hiding bodies.
When we step into the kitchen, everyone is sitting around the large dining table, the place where every important decision or explanation happens. All eyes turn to us, my brothers all suppressing smirks.
