Chapter Six
Drew stayed the night with Raven. They didn’t have sex. She was still a virgin, and he was still hopelessly in love with her. Yeah, it was love. After they cleaned up last night, taking a shower together, they’d lain in her bed, and he’d held her. With her in his arms, the world had felt complete. His life was no longer empty, and he wasn’t waiting for anything anymore. She was his, and he was hers.
This was what his father had talked about many times.
Finally, he understood the value of loving a good woman, the right woman. Waking up, Drew had brought her to orgasm with his fingers, and she’d brought him off with her hand. They had taken another shower together, and she had changed into some fresh clothes. He put on his old ones, and they were heading toward his home.
“When I go see my mom in the week, I want you to come with me,” he said.
“I’d like that.”
“She’s going to love you.”
“My mom would have probably told her that we’re together.”
“Good. I’m not ashamed of us being together.”
“Me neither.” She took his hand this time, and he smiled. Each step with Raven, holding hands, kissing, for him, it was one step closer together.
Pulling into his driveway, he paused when he noticed Francine’s car parked outside his place.
“Raven, will you stay here?”
“I’m not going to hide, Drew. I’m not stupid. You’ve been honest with me, and I’m not going to shrink away.”
She climbed out of the car, and he moved behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist, and heading toward his front door.
Francine was sat on the little porch swing, smoking a cigarette. It was one of the reasons he never kissed her. Smoking was just plain nasty.
“I’ve been waiting all morning for you!” Francine glared, getting to her feet.
“I don’t know why. You’re a married woman.”
“And I hear you’re taken.” She finally looked at Raven. “Yeah, as if that’s going to appeal to you.”
Pulling Raven behind him, he glared at Francine. “Get your skank ass off my fucking property.”
“This is your property? I could have it like that!” She snapped her fingers.
“Try it, Francine. Take my property if you can. It’s bought and paid for, but beware, I know exactly how to hurt you. Those little selfies you put on my phone. The times you recorded us, I kept them.” In time Drew had believed he would need some kind of protection from the vile woman.
Francine went pale. “Excuse me! I don’t know what—”
“Save it. You’re a married woman now. Do your husband and me a favor, and try to stick to it. Get off my property before I call the sheriff, and have you up for harassment.”
“This is just so fucking rude. How dare you, Drew Reynolds? You’re nothing but a piece of scum—”
“Don’t you dare talk to him like that,” Raven said, coming out from behind him. “You spiteful woman. Take your lies, and get off his property. He doesn’t want you. He never wanted you.”
Francine went to say something else, but Drew wasn’t having it. “Tell your friends my cock is no longer for use. They want to start a war over this, I’ll gladly take them along for the ride as well. I wonder what your father would say to you fucking the trash in this town.”
Once again she went pale, but it got her off his property.
Entering his home, he closed the door, and pulled Raven against him. “I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.” He breathed in her scent, regretting ever touching another woman.
“Do you really have films of you two together?”
“Only shit that she filmed. I was going to get rid of it, but after talking it over with Brice a few months ago, he suggested I keep them just in case.”