Free The Drazen World: Release (Kindle Worlds Novella) by A. R. Hadley Page B

glanced at the evil red numbers on the bedside clock. "7:42."
    "I thought you might sleep better." Her sweet breath caressed my back. "You know. Away from everything at home."
    I didn't answer. I couldn't help but shift my hips. I kept our hands together around my shaft. My gentle motion caused my dick to slide between our intertwined fingers, our fists. It took every ounce of control I had to hold back, and I had become a master of control. A promise I made to myself at sixteen. 
    She reached her free hand to my forehead. "You don't have a fever anymore."
    Fuck. How could she even ask about my fever when I had her hand around my dick? I was sick. Two days ago. I'm not now. A little cough. Some congestion. Nothing that could stop my intention. Could the same woman who faithfully applied wet compresses to my forehead ever let me fuck her ass? Claim her? 
    "Jess," I whispered. The weight in my balls put a hole in the mattress. 
    "Let me get you some tea. I'm sure they can send some up."
    She had already rolled away.
    My fist remained glued to my problem. My imaginative cock. It was becoming a problem. Huge in fact. Lately, she had been relegating me and my problem to the pile labeled: "sex fiend." She liked things in piles. Organization. I did too. But I didn't need to label people. The outside world did enough of that kind of thing. People needed to define everything. I would be labeled sex fiend. The husband who was always horny. The insatiable beast. Next, if I acted out my fantasies, would I be labeled dominant?
    My father was the sadist. So maybe I did label people. 
    Bastard. Sadist. Manipulator. 
    Those words worked pretty well for J. Declan Drazen. 
    "I don't want tea, Jess. I want to fuck." The word slipped out. Fuck fuck fuck.  
    "I just woke up." She stiffened. A sculpture in an ice garden. "You know I don't like that word."
    No, she didn't. Not for sex anyway. It was making love or doing it or nothing. She looked at me out of the corner of her eye. "I haven't eaten yet or brushed."
    She had to brush. The woman groomed her teeth better than any dentist, using the finest organic mint toothpaste. She even carried a roll of floss in her purse. 
    I sat on the bed. Our backs faced each other. Each of us on our own side of the four-poster bed.
    "Do you want to go downstairs to eat?"
    "Have them bring it up." I stood, opened my arms into a wide v above my head and yawned.
    She went into the tiny bathroom with the claw foot tub. I had let my PA book the place. I wanted to stay somewhere different. Different meaning, different than my hotels. I sometimes wanted to see what other people did with their rooms and lobbies. So far, I wasn't terribly impressed. I didn't go for the cozy, character driven room. The claw foot tub. The four-poster bed. The fancy quilt for a comforter. A gas fireplace. Now that was a joke. In Florida? People took ambience too far. Romance.
    It didn't matter. The only stipulations I gave to Sheri was that it had to be on the beach, beachfront, and preferably in a small town. Smallish. A place where we could blend in with the locals or hide out. Jess had said Florida. Jess had also said a place big on art, but not too big. Not flashy. Not over the top.
    Neither of us had ever been to Florida. Sure, we had traveled to many exotic locations, but the Sunshine State somehow never made our radar. Jesus. I can see why they called it that. The inch of a slit of sun shoving its way into our cozy, romantic room cut a line down the center of the wood floors.
    I went to the window, my semi-erect dick, leading the way. I pulled the curtain back all the way. I shielded my eyes. The water glistened with thousands of diamonds, all twinkling from the power of the sun. Several yards of sand covered the distance between our condo and the shore. Early morning walkers and joggers perused the paradise below.
    I bet this little slice of romance-package-condo doesn't even have a gym. Jessica wanted to ride bicycles. She