Guarding His Obsession(20)
Another knock sounds at the door, and I make my move, darting for it as quick as I can. I only make it four steps before he has me in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder as I squeal. Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed I like to make him chase me. There’s something about the thrill of it. I can’t seem to stop myself, and I knew the moment I heard the knock at the front door that it was another chance to strike.
I’m not allowed to answer the door. Hell, I haven’t even left this place in over two weeks. Held up in a Drake sex fog. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed how lost I’d become in him. I wasn’t wrapping up a current project I was working on and Elle kept reminding me of it daily. Probably because Ensore, the company we had a contract with right now, was all over her about it and making her hound me.
Drake swats my ass, making me wiggle and laugh.
“I don’t know why you even try. I’ll always catch you.”
He turns a little so he doesn’t not knock me against the door as he checks the peephole. It has to be someone from inside the building or a call would have rung up. The only visitors we get are Pink and Elle. If I had to guess, it’s Elle, and that means Pink isn’t far behind. He just kind of pops up when she’s around, making sure to always be in her space. She’ll snap at him and then they go at it, and it always ends with Pink carrying her out of the apartment, my sister wrapped around him. I have no clue how Pink can walk and make out at the same time, but he seems to have it down to an art.
“Elle,” Drake says, sliding me down his big body until my bare feet hit the floor. Even knowing it’s my sister, he still blocks the door with his body as he lets her in, not even letting me see the hallway, an easy feat with his Hulk-sized body.
Elle pushes in, not waiting to be invited.
“You got it all done?” she huffs, and I just stare at her. She doesn’t look her normal self. In fact, she looks like I look after a long night with Drake. Her blonde hair is messy, her normally perfectly-pressed dress shirt looks like it was picked up off the floor and just thrown on.
“You said I’d have it by now,” she goes on. I know she’s frustrated with me. I keep telling her I’m almost done but then get distracted. She doesn’t want us to look flaky.
“It’s Drake’s fault. I told him I had to work and he wouldn’t let me leave the bed.” I stretch the truth and push him towards her, but he doesn’t move. Freaking concrete boulder.
“Yeah, because I’m going to peel your sweet ass off me when you wrap yourself around me.”
I totally did do that this morning. Normally, Drake wakes up before me to go work out, but this morning I somehow woke before him. Needless to say, he didn’t go to the gym this morning. I also didn’t finish my coding for Ensore’s new system.
“God, if I didn’t love the look you put on my sister’s face, I’d want to smack you both for being so annoyingly adorable.”
“You’re one to talk,” I shoot back at her.
“Hey, I’m just using him for sex.”
“I knew it! You did it!” I point my finger at her. She hasn’t given me anything about what’s going on between her and Pink except for the make-out sessions I’ve seen, but I haven’t seen a ton of her these past two weeks. I turn my pointer finger to Drake. “Double wedding is back on.”
Drake grabs my finger before biting the end of it, then kissing it. “You want your double wedding, I’ll make sure you get it, cupcake.”
“Drake says I can have anything I want,” I confirm to Elle.
“Is that so?” She crosses her arms and looks at me with a doubtful expression.
I just nod because it’s true. There’s not one thing I’ve asked for that I haven’t gotten. But all I seem to ask for is orgasms and food. Oh, and all The X-Files on Blu-ray.
“Can you make Pink stop following me around?” She raises an eyebrow, knowing that maybe Drake could make Pink leave her alone. He’s Pink’s boss, but I don’t think Drake telling him to leave her alone would work.
“Veto!” I yell before leaning towards Drake. “I can veto stuff, right?”
“Yeah, cupcake, you can veto stuff.”
“See?” I nod again, confirming that I get whatever I want. I think I’m more poking Elle than anything because before Drake she would have been all, “Why do you need The X-Files on Blu-ray? They are all on Netflix.”
“Code, Zoey. I’m not joking anymore. We signed a contract.”
“Okay, okay. I can have it all wrapped up in a few hours. It’s all done. I just want to run a few more tests on it.”
“Thank you.”
“When I’m done, do you want to start planning our double wedding? I found these board things that you pin stuff to online called Pinterest. WeddingMama1245 told me all the good places to find stuff to pin.”
“WeddingMama1245?” Elle says, laughing.
“She’s no joke. Don’t let the name fool you,” I say. I only tried to question WeddingMama1245 on something the other day and she snapped at me, saying she wasn’t going to give me links anymore. I thought about just hacking her and seeing what she was looking at, but I just said sorry instead. I didn’t want to lose my WeddingMama1245 connection.
“I wasn’t done with you.” I hear a growl and turn to see Pink standing in the doorway wearing only a pair of shorts. He looks like he just got out of the shower.