Page 104 of Under the Influence

"What's wrong?" Drayton asks, snuggling his head into my chest.

"Nothing. Madden is worried that Nash is going to come in here and kill me."

"Not on my watch," he laughs. "Why would he think that anyway?"

"Someone uploaded a video of him from last night."

Drayton backs away, concerned, "Someone or you, Lainey?"

I wince, answering his question.

"He's not gonna let that slide. Why would you do that?"

"Because," I huff. "Everyone needs to see him for the monster he is, Dray, especially Cori."

The last few weeks have been filled with this happiness that I’m not used to, and Nash almost took that from me last night. He almost took it before I even got to really experience it.

"I was scared last night," he admits. "I know that makes me sound like a pussy, but I was scared. It was like I was paralyzed with fear. I couldn't even get myself out."

I place my palm against his cheek, "Of course, you were scared, Dray. I was scared for you."

He stares at me, "The only thing I could think about was my little sister. How Dottie must've felt with the smoke filling her lungs. I wasn't afraid of dying.. I was scared that I would never see you again."

I slam my lips against his, reveling in the taste. His hands trail down my back to my hips, and he uses them to lift me on top of him. My legs straddle him as the bulge between my legs sets me on fire. It makes my chest feel full and my entire body weak.

It isn’t something I've ever experienced before. He pulls away, his eyes ripping open to stare at me, "Lainey, I want to do things that you might not be okay with. We should slow down because if we don't, I won't be able to stop."

"Touch me," I whisper, my lips brushing his.

He rolls me off of him, my body melting into the mattress. He kisses me again, lifting the hem of my tank top. His hand rests on my stomach, his fingers slipping inside the waistband of my shorts, pulling them down.

"I know you haven't had sex... but has anyone ever?"

I shake my head, "No."

My breath shakes as he rubs his palm over the outside of my panties, the tips of his fingers touching the most sensitive spot between my legs, causing me to whimper.

"God, Lainey, these are soaked," he says, pulling my thong down, leaving me completely exposed. His fingers slide down and then inside me, causing him to groan possessively against my mouth.

He kisses me like he has known me longer than a few weeks, and he touches me like he will die if he doesn’t. He is possessive with my body but gentle. It’s so Drayton and I love it..

His teeth tug against my bottom lip and he pushes his fingers deeper, pulling sounds from me that I didn't even know existed.

"Fuck, Lainey."

Drayton doesn’t really cuss, so that turns me on even more. I don’t know what kind of experience he has because we never really talked about his past relationships, but he touches me like an expert. He does it as well—no, better—than I do myself.

"I'm so close," I pant, feeling the pressure building, and within seconds my body shatters against his hand.

I smile at him through my eyes that I am fighting to keep open, and he just grins back at me.

"That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

I jerk awake in a panic, fumbling for my phone. My mom will kill me if I miss school, and I already lied about where I was. The least I can do is make it to school on time.

Seven-forty-five a.m. I’m not late. Yet.

Drayton walks back in with a towel wrapped around his waist.