The Drake Unwound Complete Collection (The Drake Series Book 9)(28)
"Yes," she whispered.
My orgasm started, my balls tightening, a sweetness spreading out from them as I began to ejaculate.
"Oh, f*ck, Oh, f*ck…"
I collapsed on top of her when I was finished, my cock still deep inside of her. Finally, I rose up and pulled out of her slowly, careful not to miss watching my semen seep out of her.
I left her on the bed and went to the bathroom to get a wet washcloth so I could clean her off. When I returned, I stroked it over her gently. When I was finished, I lay on my back beside her on the bed, and watched her.
"Thank you."
She smiled and reached out to touch my cheek. "Thank you."
I nodded, knowing that we both got what we needed. I rolled over and threw my arm and leg over her body, pulling her closer.
"I like that I can f*ck you with no preliminaries. That you want me to when I need you that badly. It makes me happy."
She smiled without responding. I knew it made her happy, too.
"I'm exhausted," I said, pulling away, rising from the bed to undress.
After we both brushed our teeth, we crawled into bed and I pulled her into my arms, thankful that I had her with me, that she was mine. I don’t know what I would have done if I had been alone, if I had no one who I loved or who loved me when I heard the news about my son.
My son…
I lay awake with thoughts of my frail son lying on the hospital bed, IVs threading into his arm, his skin pale, and his face gaunt. I knew that he was in for the fight of his life. A battle for survival.
I was determined to do whatever I could to help him win.
END OF PART 1
Drake Unwound 2
S. E. LUND
Copyright 2015 by S. E. LUND
DEDICATION
Dedicated to Suzanne, my first editor and the first writer to consider my writing seriously and offer an honest constructive critique. Without your critical eye and supportive words, I would never have seen both the potential in my work and where it needed improvement. You gave me the courage to continue writing despite difficulties in the early years. You will be missed.
R. I. P.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Thanks to my family and friends who supported me during the long hours when I would lock myself into my office with my computer jammed in my face, writing. Without your tolerance, my books would never have been written or finished, but my house would have been a lot cleaner! Thanks as well to my editor Michelle Saunders who makes my books better! Any remaining errors are mine alone.
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CHAPTER ONE
I woke early, while the sky was still dark and the streets outside the window silent. Sleep eluded me most of the night, after I learned that I had a son and that he was dying from leukemia—likely because of the genes I unknowingly passed on to him. Filled with nervous energy mixed with dread, I wanted to start the testing process and any preparations for treatment as soon as possible. I could only hope and pray that I was a match for Liam and could help to save his life.
Kate was fast asleep beside me, her hand tucked beneath her chin, the covers almost over her head. I felt such warmth for her while I watched her sleep. She’d been there for me from the moment I learned about Liam and had stood up to Chris when he was rude to her and said bad things about me. I really wanted to go and punch the bastard out but that would do no one any good.
What was needed was calm patience. I’d have to work really hard for both.
I slipped out of bed without waking Kate and went to the bathroom to get ready. While I passed my chest of drawers, I checked my cell for messages and sure enough, there was a text from Liam’s oncologist who wanted me to come in as soon as possible for the test. I felt relieved that things were in place and would move quickly. Being a doctor really helped grease the wheels when you had a medical issue.
I went to the bathroom and began my morning routine with a shower. Then, as I brushed my teeth, I heard Kate yawning in the bedroom and I peeked at her. She looked ravishing with her messy hair and sleepy eyes. As much as I would have liked to climb back under the covers with her and snuggle down onto the bed for some morning sex, I had to keep moving. If I thought too much, I knew I could become upset very easily.
"You're up early," she called from the bed.
I rinsed my mouth and went to the side of the bed.
"You were sleeping like a baby. You tossed and turned until pretty late, so I figured I'd let you sleep in."
I leaned down and kissed her as she lay under the thick coverlet.
"Are you coming back to bed?" she asked as she brushed a strand of damp hair from my eyes.
"No can do. The oncologist called and left me a message. I have to get my test today. What are your plans?" I said as I started to dress after I selected a shirt and tie from the closet.
"I have absolutely nothing to do." She stretched her arms out and smiled.
"Don’t forget to take your meds,” I said. “Even though we might not be going for a while, you should build up your levels. Text me so I know you're okay. Malarone can have side effects, especially for people who've had previous periods of clinical depression."