Free Winter Wedding (Blythe College #5) by Rochelle Paige

 
     
     
     
     
     
    prologue
     
    Alexa
     
     
    “Yes!” I shrieked as I threw myself off the bed and into Drake’s arms in response to his proposal. “A million times yes.”
    Knowing he’d been holding on to an engagement ring for so many months was a shock, although a much more pleasant one than the other one I’d received tonight. Sure, the idea of marrying Drake had crossed my mind from time to time even though our relationship was still relatively new and we were young. I’d been hiding after what had happened with Brad. His betrayal had made me lose faith in boys and love. Meeting Drake had brought me back to life and made me want more again, but we still had another year of school until we graduated from college. As much as I could picture myself with him forever, I hadn’t expected us to be engaged this soon.
    Even though the timing wasn’t perfect and tonight was terrifyingly insane, there was no other answer I could give. The bottom line was this: I loved Drake beyond distraction and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him.
    “You know you’re crazy, right?” I asked as I stared at the ring he had slid on my finger.
    Drake flashed a grin my way, the one that showed off the dimple in his left cheek. “Crazy in love with you.”
    My panties practically melted at his answer. “Your kind of crazy must be contagious then because I love you more than I ever expected it was possible to love another person.”
    “How about you show me just how crazy we can be together?” he breathed out as his lips trailed down my neck.
    I pushed him onto his back on the carpeted floor and tore my sleep shirt over my head. By the time the fabric hit the floor, he’d managed to strip off all his clothes. His hand was stroking lightly his hardened cock as he watched me slide my pajama pants off. I licked my lips at the sight, desperate to taste him.
    “You’re so fucking beautiful, baby,” he murmured softly, his love shining brightly from his lust-darkened gaze.
    Leaning over to lick the drop of pre-come glistening on his tip, I heard him groan. His hands tangled in my hair, but they pulled me away instead of closer to his erection.
    “Drake, please,” I begged, desperate to taste him.
    “Oh, you’ll get it. Don’t worry about that. I want those pretty lips wrapped around me, but I want you to do it with my face buried between your legs,” he said before swallowing hard. “I want you to feel with every throb of my cock how fucking hot it makes me when I devour your pussy. Now slide your ass up here and give me what I want.”
    I crawled alongside him and kissed him deeply before turning around. Placing my knees on either side of his shoulders, I straddled his face. His breath was hot against my naked flesh as his tongue flicked out for a quick lick.
    “Lower,” he rasped before he grabbed my hips and yanked me onto his lips.
    I pitched forward at the shock of sensation, suddenly on the edge of a climax before he’d even had the chance to do much of anything. Determination filled me. I wanted to drive him insane before I let myself go. Leaning forward, I sucked his straining cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue over the head. His groan caused a vibration, and I felt my walls clench on his tongue as his cock pulsed in my mouth.
    My cheeks hollowed out as I sucked hard, bobbing up and down on his length in a frenzy. His hips surged in rhythm with my movements and his tongue lapped at me as he held my hips tight so I couldn’t wiggle away. Not that I wanted to get away from him. Even as he grew harder and thicker in my mouth, his cock nudging against my throat, I felt myself lose control. He moaned again, and this time, it was enough to send me flying over the edge. As I shuddered from the sheer force of my climax, my legs shook as I held on to his thighs while I came.
    When Drake pulled out of my mouth, I tried to protest, but no words would form yet. Pushing me lightly to the side, he slid out from