Chapter Six

Drake

M adeline is still trembling when I peel her up from the floor, hauling her into my arms. With her taste on my tongue and her sounds ringing in my ears, all I can think about is getting inside of her.

But I'm not fucking her on the floor. I want her in my bed. That's where she belongs—in my arms, in my bed.

I storm down the hall, breathing like I just ran a fucking race. My cock is so hard the damn thing is in danger of breaking off.

I can't keep my hands to myself. We're not even three steps before I've got one between her legs, playing with her clit.

"Drake!" She throws her head back against my shoulder, sobbing my name.

Fuck, I love the sound of her pleasure. It's so damn sexy.

"You going to come all over my hand this time, unicorn?" I ask, rolling my thumb over her swollen clit as I slowly push two fingers inside of her. She's so damn hot. So tight. Christ Almighty. She's going to squeeze the life out of me once I'm inside of her.

The thought alone has cum dripping into my boxers in a steady stream.

"I want to c-come on your cock," she gasps, writhing all over my hand.

I shoulder the bedroom door open, stumbling inside with my eyes locked on her face. If she wants to come on my cock, I'm not going to tell her no. Fuck that. She can have whatever the hell she wants, whenever she wants it. My cock is hers.

I drop her on the bed, making her cry out in loss. Making my fucking arms ache because she's not in them.

Unable to resist, I lean down to lick her perfect pussy again.

She spreads her legs wide, sobbing in ecstasy.

I may be an idiot, but sometimes, I'm a fucking genius too. Because somehow, I manage to keep licking that perfect cunt while I shrug out of my clothes, sending them flying in every direction. I don't even have to lift my head from the heaven between her legs to get naked. I work that pussy with my tongue and strip like a goddam master.

By the time I'm naked, she's trembling on the edge of another orgasm, rocking against my face and pleading. My name rolls from her lips in the sweetest chant I've ever heard.

I reluctantly wrench my mouth away from her, crawling up her body. I place kisses as I go—her mound, her belly, just below her bra. That has to fucking go. I pause long enough to remove it and then groan, pushing them together to nuzzle them.

"I want to fuck these too, Madeline."

"Do it," she says, her pupils so wide her eyes are nearly black.

My cock jumps at the prospect of sliding my dick between those perfect tits while she watches.

"Later," I growl, sucking a nipple into my mouth and then biting down. She claws down my back, sobbing. "I want to feel you coming all over my cock."

I sit up, hauling her into my arms. The first time I'm inside her, I want her in my lap with my arms around her. That was the plan, and I'm sticking to it.

"What are you doing?" she asks, a breathless tremor in her voice.

"Fucking you just like this, unicorn." I press my forehead to hers, trying not to lose my damn mind when she straddles my lap, and I feel her perfect cunt brush the head of my cock. "I want you in my arms, your eyes on me, when I'm inside you the first time."

I capture her lips in a searing kiss as I pull her tighter against me, my hands spanning her back. She whimpers into my mouth, clutching at my shoulders. I pour every ounce of hunger and desire I feel into the kiss, ravaging her mouth with my tongue.

When we finally break apart, both panting, I meet her cinnamon gaze. "Take it slow, baby," I rasp. "I want to feel every inch of you taking me in."

She nods, biting her plump bottom lip. Then slowly, achingly slowly, she begins to slide down my aching cock.

I groan loudly as her slick heat engulfs me inch by delicious inch. Nothing has ever felt this incredible. This right. Like coming home.

"Oh God, Drake," she whimpers, her head falling back in ecstasy as she takes more of me. I watch her closely for signs of pain or discomfort, but there are none. Not even when her barrier pops against the head of my cock.

She simply whimpers my name, her inner muscles clenching around me. But even so, I hold her still, trying to give her a moment to adjust. I want to make this so good for her, better than she ever dreamed possible.

The last thing I want is to hurt her.

Tears glisten on her lashes when she tilts her head forward to meet my gaze. "You feel…it's so…"

"I know, baby. I feel it too," I rasp, my fucking heart in my throat. We fit together perfectly, like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. Like we were made for each other.

"I need to move," she whispers after a moment, squirming. "Please."

"Do it then, unicorn. Take all of me," I encourage, fighting the urge to thrust up into her tight cunt. I want her to set the pace this first time.

With a choked cry, she slides down my cock until she's fully seated in my lap, her round ass nestled against my thighs.

I groan at the exquisite pleasure. "You feel…God…you feel perfect," I tell her in awe, caressing her hips.

"So do you," she whispers, gazing at me, those cinnamon eyes filled with wonder. "I didn't know anything could feel this good."

My heart clenches at her innocence, at the magnitude of this moment. When I think about Halloween thirty years from now, I won't remember the twelve-year-old kid who fell down the stairs. I'll remember every fucking moment of this night. I'll remember the incredible woman in my arms, giving every piece of herself to me.

She's mine now in every way. And I'm hers, completely.

I tip my head down, claiming her lips in a deep, searing kiss as I begin to rock her on my lap. She moans into the kiss, her soft, pliant body melting against mine. Her pussy clenches around my cock as I thrust up into her, our bodies moving in perfect sync.

"You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock, Madeline," I rasp against her lips. "Like you were made just for me."

She whimpers, her nails digging into my shoulders as she meets each thrust. "I know," she gasps. "M-maybe I was."

A possessive growl rumbles from deep in my chest. I grip her hips tighter, pulling her down harder on my cock as I fuck up into her.

She throws her head back, her wild curls tumbling down her back, as she cries out in ecstasy. I latch onto the smooth column of her throat, sucking and biting, marking her as mine.

Mine. My unicorn. My future. Just fucking mine .

I've never needed anything the way I need her. The thought of her leaving this bed already fills me with dread. She was meant to be in it, meant to be in my arms, wrapped around my cock. Meant to be mine, dammit.

Never wanted anything more than I want to hear her scream my name as she comes all over my cock. I want to fill her up, mark her as mine inside and out. And I pray to God that when I do it, my seed takes root, tying her to me permanently.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, nipping at her jaw as she clamps her hands on my shoulders, bouncing on my lap. "Take what you need. Ride me hard."

She does, rising and falling on my cock faster and faster, chasing her pleasure as she whimpers my name.

I match her rhythm, thrusting up into her as she grinds down. Our bodies are slick with sweat, moving together frantically as we both climb closer to the edge.

She looks so fucking beautiful, taking every inch of my cock and sobbing for more. I spread her cheeks apart, gripping and squeezing, playing with her tiny little back entrance.

"Drake," she sobs, her movements growing frantic. "I'm going to…I can't…"

"Yes, you can," I croon, nipping at her ear. "Come for me, Madeline. Let me feel you."

I press my finger firmly against her back entrance, slowly breaching that tight little hole with just the tip of my finger.

She shatters with a scream, her cunt clamping down on my cock, strangling it with pleasure so intense I can't fucking breathe.

I come with a roar, spilling myself deep inside her. Wave after wave of intense, mind-numbing pleasure crashes over me as I empty myself in her. Stars explode behind my eyelids, and my heart hammers against my ribs, threatening to burst out of my chest as I hold her down on me, making sure every damn drop is as deep inside her as possible.

As soon as she falls limp against me, I wrap my arms around her, holding her close as we both tremble and gasp. She tucks her face into the crook of my neck, her hot breath pelting my skin.

I press my lips to her hair, breathing in her sweet scent.

"Drake?"

"Yeah, baby?"

"This was way better than finding bodies in your basement," she breathes against my ear.

And I fucking smile like a crazy person. I'm in love with her. God help me, but it's fucking true. Somehow, some way, I've fallen head over fucking heels for every wild piece of her.

"I'm not letting you go until you're in love with me," I rasp.

She lifts her head, her cinnamon eyes wide. "What?" she whispers.

I brush my knuckles over her flushed cheek, my heart in my throat. "I'm keeping you right here in this bed until you're in love with me, unicorn."

She stares at me for a long, silent moment. Part of me expects her to freak the fuck out on me. Call it instinct or intuition, but something tells me that love scares the shit out of her. She's alone because she runs from the possibility of it, not because she's hidden herself away like I have.

But Madeline is as unexpected as she is perfect. And as brave as she is gorgeous. She doesn't freak the fuck out.

She swallows audibly, her wide eyes locked on mine. "What…" She licks her lips. "What if I'm bad at it, Drake? What if we're bad at it? We could be, you know."

"You aren't bad at love, unicorn." I cup her cheek, holding her tightly. "You're afraid of it because you've seen it wielded as a weapon. But you were made to love and be loved. I'm going to prove it to you."

She exhales a shaking breath, resting her head against my shoulder. "I think you already are."

"Good." I smile, tipping her over backward with my hand cradling her head. I crawl over her, smirking. "Because Halloween isn't over yet. And I'm not leaving this perfect body until the sun comes up, baby."

"Stay on your side of the bed, Drake Whitlock!" Madeline cries, throwing a pillow at me. "I mean it!"

I chuckle, grabbing her around the waist to haul her across the bed toward me. She squeals, but she doesn't fight to get away. Not even when I pin her beneath me, kissing her senseless.

"I'm on my side of the bed, pretty unicorn," I breathe against her lips.

"My vagina is out of service, Drake. It hung up a Do Not Disturb sign and everything," she whispers, pouting.

"Poor baby. Do I need to kiss it better?"

"Yes. No! I mean, no!"

My body shakes with laughter. Fuck. She's perfect in every way. But she's right. I've already fucked her three times. She needs a break and some sleep. If I'm too greedy, I won't be able to fuck her again tomorrow.

That's unacceptable.

"You're the horniest virgin I've ever met," she grumbles, jabbing me with an elbow.

"Every virgin is horny, unicorn. It's our permanent fucking state of existence." I brush her hair away from her face, kissing the corner of her mouth. "And it's not my fault you have a soft little body and a hot little cunt that keeps begging me to fuck it again."

"Don't blame me because you…" She breaks off, yawning.

"Tired, baby?"

"Um, yes." She looks at me like I'm crazy. "You wore me out."

I chuckle again, tucking her up against me. "Then let me just slip the tip in, and we'll go to sleep."

"Slip the…" She stares at me with wide eyes.

"You know you want to sleep with my cock buried in that perfect cunt, too, Madeline."

Her pupils flare, heat rolling through her expression. "We can do that?"

"Spread your legs."

Before she can even move, my phone starts ringing. I lift my head, scowling toward the jacket I discarded on the floor.

"What the fuck?"

"That's God calling," Madeline giggles. "He has objections to your dirty plan, Drake."

"Stay right here. Don't move a muscle," I order her, rolling from the bed to figure out who is actually calling at one in the goddamn morning. If it's not God, they better hope it's the end of the world.

I snatch my jacket up and grab my phone, my scowl deepening when I see Sheriff Midnight's name flashing across the display. Why the fuck is the Sheriff calling me?

"What do you want?" I growl as soon as I answer.

"I see you're extra chipper tonight," he mutters, amusement lacing his voice.

"It's one in the morning, Midnight."

"Oh, I'm well aware."

"What do you want?"

"Rumor has it that you left Trick or Treat with Madeline Dooley tonight. Is this true?"

"What the fuck? Why do you care?"

"Because her cousin is being a pain in my ass," he growls. "Is she with you or not?"

"Yeah, she's here."

"Tell her to call her cousin so he'll stop getting on my fucking nerves, will you?"

"No." I hang up and start back to the bed. I don't even make it two steps before the phone rings again. "Son of a…"

"What's wrong?" Madeline asks, watching me intently.

I hold up a finger and then swipe to answer. "I hung up on you. Why are you bugging me again?"

"Let me talk to my cousin," Tyler Dooley growls.

Motherfucker.

"She's fine."

"Says you. I want to hear that from her lips."

"Jesus fucking Christ. Will you get off my goddamn phone and leave us alone if you talk to her?"

"Maybe," he grunts. "Depends on if I believe her or not. For all I know, you've got her tied up in your basement."

"Goddamn. Does everyone in this town think I have bodies in the basement?"

"Do you?" Tyler asks.

I growl, holding the phone out to Madeline. "Your pain in the ass cousin wants to talk to you. He thinks you're tied up in the basement, unicorn."

Madeline narrows her eyes on the phone before snatching it from my hand. "I'm not tied up in his basement, you jerk. I'm tied up in his bed," she says. "And maybe I like it. Also, I'm killing you next time I see you." Her eyes grow wide. "Oh. Erm, hi, Sheriff Midnight. Please ignore what I just said. It wasn't a threat. And if he goes missing, I definitely didn't do it. Oh." She beams. "Sure. I could use a hiding spot for his body."

I pinch the bridge of my nose, laughing. Jesus fucking Christ. If she doesn't marry me, the rest of my life is going to be miserable. I already know it will. In one damn day, she's turned it entirely upside down.

I thought I was happy living out here on my own. Aside from Jack, no one bugged me. I had peace and quiet. Everyone in town left me the fuck alone. I had exactly what I thought I wanted. But I was wrong.

This is what I want. The chaos. The drama. Her laughter and smart mouth. My phone ringing at one in the morning. Her and the Sheriff plotting to murder her cousin. This is living. And I fucking love it.

"I'm fine, Tyler. But we aren't friends anymore," she huffs. "Fine. I love you, too. See you at work on Monday."

Ah, fuck. She has to work. Which means I have to let her leave my bed. Maybe I'm more like Bitter Smithers than I'd like to admit. Because damn you to hell, Tyler Dooley.