Cherry Bomb (22 page)

“I hope she paid for it?” Cherry whispered so
lightly I almost missed it.

“Not enough. It’s impossible for her to ever
pay enough. But yes, her and her pimp is serving thirty years in
prison.” I leaned my forehead against the top of hers. “Claire is
so good to them. My dad couldn’t have picked a better person to
take care of all of us.”

“I’m ready,” Katie yelled as she ran down the
stairs with a bounce that was pure joy. “Are you coming to watch
me?”

I raised my head and smiled. “No, not right
now. I’m going to show Cherry my old football stuff first.”

Before Cherry had a chance to question me, I
was on my feet and held my hand out for her. She placed her hand in
mine and I could sense her trepidation.

“You’re not swimming too?” she asked.

“No, I’m not because you don’t swim.”
And
for once someone comes before Katie.

Cherry followed me to the staircase, but I
stalled at the bottom step. I needed . . . “Fuck it,” I said,
before cramming my hands in her hair and covering her lips with
mine. I had to taste her, feel her lips run over mine. The instant
our lips met, I was overtaken by the familiar high buzzing through
my veins. I loved her body, the curves, the swell of those amazing
breast. I was in awe of her. I licked at the plumpness of her
bottom lip. Damn, I had never seen the appeal in kissing before.
The last thing I wanted was some whore’s lips against mine. But I
couldn’t get enough of breathing Cherry in.

I slid my tongue between her lips as she
opened for me. Her small hand gripped my upper arms and squeezed. I
wanted more. I wanted this. Her tongue moved against mine before
she sucked down on my lower lip.

“You’re so sweet. I need sweet,” I whispered
against her mouth.

Suddenly everything felt too good,
right.
Her chest heaved against me. Slowly wrapping the
bottom of my shirt in her hand, she led me up the stairs. Hell, it
was my home and she was topping me again. I slid one hand across
her jaw and raked the other one through her hair. Roughly, I tugged
the silver clasp holding her hair in place, and felt the softness
of her curls as they fell against my hand. Fisting the mass of
curls tightly in my fingers, I pulled it tight, giving better
access to her long, lean neck, and dragged my teeth down her
jawline, conscious of the spark of electricity between us. I
spooned her ass in my hands, and with a groan I barred down on the
curve of her shoulder, wiggling my teeth deep into her skin,
eliciting a sharp yelp from her luscious lips.

She moaned and that instant, hearing those
innocent sounds come from deep within her throat, I didn’t care
about anything else; that we were in my family home, my little
sister was only a few steps away, or the fact I didn’t feel. These
emotions were a foreign concept to me.

I pushed her back up to the door leading into
my old bedroom. It was where I stayed when Katie and Grace needed
me. Not once have I ever brought a female up here. But Cherry had
always been my exception.

“Door,” I rumbled into her mouth before
crushing our mouths together.

I wasted no time, turning her against the
wall when she opened the bedroom door at my command. My hands
traced down her sides and I grasped the hem of her shirt, bringing
it up and over her head. Breaking the kiss for only a second, I
tossed it to the floor.

Not to be totally left out, she had my shirt
unbuttoned and pushed off my shoulders.

My fingernails scratched down her bare skin
as I made my way to the waist of her pants. Making quick timing, I
undid them and had them puddling at her feet. She kicked them and
her flip flops free from her body. I caught her earlobe between my
teeth and run a hand over her left breast.

“Fuck, you have gotten under my skin,” I
growled.

Looking across the room I could see the
outline of her perfectly formed body in the full-length mirror
hanging on the back of the closet door. I had fantasized about her
body every night since Billy first placed her file in front of me.
But reality was better than any dream. So much better.
Fucking
perfection in the flesh.

In my dreams, I had done everything to her
body. But at that moment all I wanted was to watch her in that
mirror as she made love to me.
Shit, love. Where in the hell did
that come from? I didn’t make love. I fucked hard.

She was wearing a pair of pale pink panties
that only covered half of her round firm ass, and a matching bra
that showcased the hard pink nipples on her breast, her luxurious
locks spilling down the length of her back. Her muscles flexed as
she pushed up on her toes to kiss me again. The image of her in the
mirror and the feel of her lips on my skin made the cock in my
already too tight shorts bulge painfully against the zipper.

She bit down on my earlobe. “I want rough. I
want your rough.”

I slapped my hand across her backside and
watched my handprint embed on her skin. “You can’t handle my rough
right now.” I undid the button on my shorts, pushing them and my
boxers to the floor. "I don’t even think I can right now,” I
whispered then pulled her with me to the bed.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she straddled
my lap, rolling her hips over me with nothing but the thin layer of
silk separating us. I buried my face in her overflowing breast and
ripped the panties from her body.

“Hey, those were a good pair.”

“Babe, if the only thing between me and your
pussy is a piece of silk. They won’t stay in good shape long.”

So many pictures and thoughts ran through my
head. The main thought was self-loathing for allowing lust to
overtake my common sense. Katie would come looking for me. She
didn’t need to see me and any woman like this, and Cherry deserved
more than a quick fuck in my childhood bedroom.

“Please, don’t stop. I don't care if they
find us . . .” Cherry murmured into my ear then bit down on it.

Fuck, my will was gone.

Grabbing her hips, I lifted her body and held
the base of my cock with the other hand before dropping her and
letting her slam down on me.

The sensation was intense. I stilled her hips
before I shot my load inside of her.

Once I felt in control, I slowly started
moving. No other woman had ever felt like every curve of her body
moved in unison with mine. We were two pieces of a puzzle that
perfectly fit together. Sliding my hands down her long, toned legs,
I wrapped them around me. The simple change in position had me
moving deeper inside her than I had ever experience before.

I was aware of the screams coming from
outside, the sound of water splashing in the pool. Any minute,
Katie could be climbing the stairs. The only thing that mattered
was hearing the sounds Cherry was making and hearing her scream out
Master.

She yanked on my hair, pulling my mouth to
hers, our tongues moving in rhythm with our hips. I glanced at the
mirror and watched the gentle sweep of her body as she moved over
me.
Damn, she's beautiful.

“Look behind you. You need to see how good
you look.”

She twisted her head to the side and took in
the sight of our bodies moving as one.

“Drake,” she said and brought her fingers
down to her clit. “Oh, God,” she moaned bringing her head down onto
my chest.

Gripping her hair, I yanked her head up.
“Look at the mirror. Look at how wonderful we look together. And
whenever you doubt that I want this, remember this moment and that
image.”

Her hand worked her clit while I explored
every inch of her body my mouth could reach. She never took her
eyes off the mirror, and I hoped it was an image she would never
forget.

Our bodies were covered in a thin sheen of
sweat. A few drops were even dripping down the side of her face. We
were close and as much as I never wanted it to end, our time was
slowly evaporating.

I covered her hand with mine and started
circling my thumb over her swollen clitoris.

“Oh, shit, oh, shit, yes,” she screamed and I
pressed my lips to hers stifling the sounds she was making as she
came apart around me.

Pushing in four more times, I exploded my
release deep inside of her. Cherry’s body still wrecked with spasms
pulsated around me. Each time her body clamped down on my cock, I
cried out her name. It was as if I was coming over and over
again.

I didn’t want to pull out just yet. Being
inside Cherry was the only time in my life I felt like I belonged.
Like I finally found a home.

Slowly, her body began to relax, releasing me
from the warm cocoon of nirvana it had held me in. Her arms moved
around my neck as she wrapped her body around mine.

My hands roamed over her. I couldn’t stop.
She had become the oxygen for my blood.

“Thank you for coming into my life but you
have ruined me for anyone else.”

“You don’t feel ruined.”

Laughter bubbled up from her chest when she
wiggled her hips on my lap. I wasn’t ready to move. Not from her.
But the idea that my family was right outside gave me the will to
let my cock slip from her body.

“My family will be looking for us soon.”

“Shit,” she screamed and suddenly, she was
out of my lap and grabbing at the loose articles of clothing thrown
over the floor.

I picked up my shirt, and was displeased to
discover it held hardly any creases. I was going to have to teach
her how to be a little more demanding next time.

“Calm down, they’ve been pretty sure for a
long time that I'm not a virgin.”

I turned to leave knowing she would be
following on my heels.

At the top of the stairs, I twisted around to
catch her pulling her hair up in a messy bun, revealing the
kissable line of her neck. Her face was flush, and on her neck were
four deep red streaks, the shadow of where my fingers held on a
little too tight. I smoothed the shirt down over the luscious
slopes of her thighs, and bit down on my bottom lip, trying to
suppress the smile threatening to crack out on my all too serious
face. Damn, Cherry Webb had finally shown me what happiness felt
like. I couldn’t stand there another minute. She was too much.

I raced down the stairs, opened the back
door, and was immediately thrust into my hyper, overprotective
family.

Cherry was sucking on her bottom lip. No
doubt, trying to regain the last bit of nerves left in her body. I
needed to reassure her they were just my family, and she had no one
to impress.

“If you can’t remember names. They all answer
to Dumb and Dumber.”

“Speak for yourself, shit head.” Billy walked
up behind us, drying off his hair from swimming in the pool.

“Drakie, look,” Grace screamed from the
diving board before taking a pretty impressive jump. Maybe I should
sign her up for some class. She might actually have a future in all
this swimming.

Everyone came and went all day from the
kitchen to the fire pit to the swimming pool. Cherry seemed nervous
around all the chaos. But my family could be a little overbearing
at times. Grace and Katie came out covered in flour and carrying a
large plate of cookies.

Stuffing a sugar cookie into my mouth, I
asked, “Did my girls make these just for me?”

“No, Pawpaw did but Mommy helped. Didn’t you,
Mommy.”

“I made them special for you and Cherry.
Where is she?” Katie asked.

I glanced over to the edge of the pool to
catch Cherry smiling. Charlotte had corner Cherry earlier. She had
no choice but to take a seat on a lounge chair flanked between both
Charlotte and Claire. I was positive they would know more about her
kids than I even did after they were through.

Jerry came out carrying a large platter of
hamburgers and hot dogs for the grill. I took the plate from Katie,
so Grace and her could swim some more, and followed Jerry to the
grill.

“I like seeing you smile,” Jerry said as he
placed a burger on the grill.

“I'm happy Dad, but has Billy told you yet?”
I asked, taking a bite of another cookie.

“Told me what?”

“That the man I’m investigating is Cherry’s
husband.”

“Shit, son. Does she know?”

“No,” I said and wandered off. I couldn’t
talk about it so close to her. I wanted to collar Cherry, not lose
her.

I laid back on a chair at the edge of the
pool to have a drink and relax. But I had never been able to relax
around Katie.

“Come swimming with us,” Katie said and
plopped down in my lap, wet and all.

“I didn’t bring any trunks. Sorry, Soda pop.”
I hugged her against me. “You know you are going to get too big for
my lap?’

“I’ll never be too big for you.”

Yeah, probably not.

I politely excused myself from the
interrogation of Charlotte and Claire to join Drake on the side of
the pool. It wasn’t that I didn’t enjoy their company but the sight
of Drake holding and laughing with his younger sister had stolen
all my attention. Drake Hart surprised me with every turn but none
more so than seeing his devotion to Katie and Grace. It stirred
something in me, more than his touch ever did. He exuded raw power
over everyone in his presence. But watching him with his sister
shown his vulnerability too. He was the man I had prayed for every
night of my adult life. The way he was with his family just sealed
the deal. The persona of a cocky, arrogant Dom might be the aura he
put out for the world to see but the man I had witness all day was
who he truly was.

When Drake noticed me standing beside him, he
pulled me over onto his lap. I sat on his left knee and Katie was
on his right.

“This must be my lucky day. I have both my
girls together.”

Katie laughed and kissed Drake on the cheek.
I simply stared. There was something so normal about the day. I was
grateful for the reminder that Drake was just another man trying to
gather his bearings.