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pants and shoved my cock deep inside of her. She gasped as I filled her up.
I fucked her. Hard .
Fast.
I gripped her hip with one hand and with the other, I twisted her hair into my fist, holding her down.
Like a rutting stag, I said nothing, just thrust hard and fast, my body ramming into her, my pace increasing, my heart racing.
Kate did and said nothing. She let me do as I wanted, what I needed. I thrust blindly and without concern for Kate’s needs. I leaned over her and bit down on her shoulder, kissing the spot afterwards, my mouth next to her ear.
"I'm just going to fuck you," I said, my voice harsh. "I'm just going to fuck you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
My orgasm started, my balls tightening, a sweetness spreading out from them as I began to ejaculate.
"Oh, fuck , Oh, fuck …"
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 fuck 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.
You can sign up for S. E. Lund’s mailing list here and receive a free story, The Gift , featuring Kate and Drake’s first Christmas: http://eepurl.com/1Wcz5
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
I fucked her. Hard .
Fast.
I gripped her hip with one hand and with the other, I twisted her hair into my fist, holding her down.
Like a rutting stag, I said nothing, just thrust hard and fast, my body ramming into her, my pace increasing, my heart racing.
Kate did and said nothing. She let me do as I wanted, what I needed. I thrust blindly and without concern for Kate’s needs. I leaned over her and bit down on her shoulder, kissing the spot afterwards, my mouth next to her ear.
"I'm just going to fuck you," I said, my voice harsh. "I'm just going to fuck you. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
My orgasm started, my balls tightening, a sweetness spreading out from them as I began to ejaculate.
"Oh, fuck , Oh, fuck …"
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 fuck 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.
You can sign up for S. E. Lund’s mailing list here and receive a free story, The Gift , featuring Kate and Drake’s first Christmas: http://eepurl.com/1Wcz5
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
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