When we get outside, Drake walks up to the valet and hands the guy his ticket. Now that we’re out of the club I see that he’s dressed for going out and it immediately pisses me off. Why was he even here?
Eight
Drake
I’m so fucking pissed right now that I can’t think straight. First Summer lied about what she was doing tonight and then I watched that asshole try and take her from me. To be honest, I’m mostly pissed at myself. Chase called me when I was about to walk out of the door. When I told him that I was going to Cirque, he said he’d meet me there.
When I got to the club with Chase, we found Summer and Tori dancing together. Instead of going to get them, we both grabbed a beer, and I watched her closely, enjoying the look of happiness on her face. She was so carefree, and I wasn’t ready to ruin that. Chase and I had to hold each other back a few times when a guy would try and dance with the girls, but each time they would push them away. The last guy didn’t take no for an answer, and I was out of my seat pushing my way through the crowd. No one touches my woman. It took me entirely too long to get to her, though.
Once the valet hands my keys back to me, I throw him a twenty then guide Summer to my car by the elbow. I’m too pissed to be gentle, but I’d never hurt her. When she’s seated, I close her door and get in on the driver’s side and take off.
“Drake, I -”
“Summer, don’t talk. My words aren’t going to be kind tonight.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Summer slump into her seat and stare out the window. I’ve hurt her, but she’s hurt me too. All I feel inside me is a rage I can’t control. The last thing I would ever want is to say something I couldn’t take back. I turn down the road and pull into my beach access. The silence between us is deafening. Unable to take it any longer, I open my car door and get out and go to her side of the car. When I open her door, she gets out and walks beside me. We’re silent as we enter my home and I put in the security code. All I can see is the man from the club touching her. I snap out of it and realize Summer is no longer by my side. I check the top floor and don’t find her in the living room or dining room. I go downstairs hoping to find her in the bedroom. When I see her sitting on the bed still wearing that sexy fucking dress, her heels off, and her makeup gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t know where I thought she had gone, I just know she wasn’t with me.
“Drake, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going. It was so stupid.”
“Come here.”
She stands hesitantly and walks to me until she is standing right in front of me.
“Turn around.”
As soon as she turns, I unzip the back of her dress, and it falls to the ground. The only things she has on are a black strapless bra and a black lace thong. I undo her bra, and that too falls to the ground beside her dress. “Face me,” I command. My cock is hard already. Fuck. I want her more than my next breath.
Slowly, she pivots on her heel. I run the back of my fingers down her breasts and over her pert nipples making her shiver. “I could have lost you tonight, Summer. He could have taken you, and I would have never known. What if I hadn’t been there?”
Quirking her head to the side, she studies me for a moment, and her brow crinkles in irritation. “Why were you there? You knew I was with Tori for a girl’s night. And if you were there for at least ten minutes you would have seen that I wasn’t interested in any of the guys,” she says, batting my hands away from her tits. My arms come to rest at my sides, but my fists are clenched.
I shrug my shoulder. “When you didn’t come home, I tracked your cell phone to Cirque.”
“You tracked my cell phone?” she asks incredulously.
“Of course I did,” I reply shrugging again. “Don’t you know that I’ll do anything to protect you? Whatever it fucking takes.”
“I do know that, Drake. I’m-”
“Don’t apologize to me again, Summer. There is no need,” I say cutting her off again. I know I am being an asshole, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I want to teach her a lesson. I want to frustrate her just like she’s done to me, but more than that I want to tie her to me. I want to breed her and get my ring on her finger. “Are you on birth control?” I ask before I can stop myself, but I need to know if it’s possible. If it’s possible to make the best fucking fantasy a reality.