Summary: To stay away from Jade, Drake found himself a new distraction – getting closer to Hana.
Letting go of Jade wasn’t easy. What he felt for her wasn’t a silly crush, he loved her and she was his friend. That was surely the worst part. He wasn’t just giving up a woman he loved, he also lost a friend, someone he trusted, someone who listened to him, someone who could make him laugh and have fun with. Yet, he couldn’t be around her like before. She needed to focus on being the future Queen and support Liam and he needed to forget her. For good. Otherwise, life in Cordonia would be impossible.
On the process of losing Jade, he got closer to a few other people. Olivia for one. He knew her since they were kids, but she was never his friend. They were fuckbuddies, at most. Now she was actually a caring person, fun to be around and sex with her was fantastic. But his biggest surprise was Hana. Not that they weren’t friends before, but they weren’t as close as they became since the day he told her about everything he went through. They were quite often together doing different things.
“Relax your shoulders,” she ordered as she tapped his shoulder gently. They sway across the room as the waltz reaches a crescendo.
“Again? Isn’t dancing about legs and feet?” Drake nagged.
“No. Because if it was, you wouldn’t be here.”
“Remind me again why are we doing this instead of doing, I don’t know… anything else?”
“Dance is a form of communication. Your body language says a lot about you and how you feel while you’re dancing.” Hana asserted. “As a Cordonian Knight who is also single, you’re expected to know how to dazzle people with your ability to court through the dance. Remember, this is a dance meant for lovers.”
Drake narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to retort, but Hana raised an eyebrow at him as if she knew what he was going to say and he chose to be quiet. The silence didn’t last long. “So I guess we should close the distance between us?” A corner of his mouth lifted. Before she could say anything, his hand ran down to the small of her back and he pressed her body against his. Her cheeks began to redden. He brushed a strand of hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “Is it okay?” he murmured.
“Yes,” Hana said, a little breathless. “Spin me around.” He obliged, spinning her around, but he held her, his hand over hers clasping her back on his chest, his lips next to her ear. She felt his warm breath against her ear and goosebumps formed along her neck and shoulders.
“How am I doing?”
“Good,” she took a deep breath, recomposing herself. “You’re getting it. This position is perfect to make conversation.”
“You mean court my dance partner?”
“Yes.”
He smiled roguishly and rested his head on her shoulder. “Your hair smells heavenly,” he whispered, then turn her around. She blushed even more than she did before. He smiled. His eyes fixed on her lips. He leaned in, but before their lips met, a servant walked in with a tray of refreshments. They pulled away and headed to the table where refreshments were placed on. “So… Am I getting any better at this?”
“Yes, I think that’s it. You’ve learned everything you need to know about Cordonian Waltz,” Hana sipped her iced tea, hiding a small smile behind the glass.
“Good. I’ll see you tomorrow to teach you sword fight.”
“You can’t fight, Drake. You’re still healing.”
Once again, he thought about making an acid comment, yet he didn’t. If it was anyone else, he wouldn’t even think twice. But it was Hana. “Fine. I’ll figure something out. See you at dinner.”
“See you then.”
…
Babysitting Bartie was Drake’s new favorite activity and Savannah couldn’t be happier. She needed some rest after months taking care of her child by herself and Drake gladly offered to watch him during the afternoon to give his little sister some child-free moments and bond with his nephew. But as he came back from Savannah’s room, he heard a noise coming from one of the ladies’ room. Though, it sounded more like a whimper. Knowing pretty well whose lady that room belonged to, a wide grin crossed his face and he hid in the janitor closet next to her bedroom.
Hana rolled over her bed rubbing her fingers on her sensitive nub. Jade’s lecture about how important it was to get to know her own body did make sense now. It was marvelous. She hasn’t felt this good about her body since she read Wuthering Heights when the tingling sensation first started. She grabbed a pillow and placed between her thighs, moving her sex in circles, back and forth.
Drake listened to her moaning. She wasn’t loud as Jade, dirty like Madeleine, or aggressive like Olivia. Her noises were like a whisper, a little husky, but so seductive. He wondered what she was doing and if this is why she was so quiet. Her small whimpers made him stiff, his cock throbbing inside his jeans, but he didn’t want to spoil the moment with his own grunts. He wanted to listen to her. Only her.
Hana pulled the pillow away and resumed to use her fingers. One hand had the middle finger buried inside her folds while her other hand pinched her core. Her walls pulsed on her finger and her eyes flutter shut as ecstasy took over her body. She tilted her head back and sobbed, reaching bliss. Laying on her back languidly, her hands wandered on her belly, moving up to her neck as she savored the afterglow.
On the other side of the wall, Drake walked out of the janitor closet and heaved a sigh. He has thought about her often, still, his attraction to her was more of a platonic passion than a real desire. He surely didn’t expect to hear Hana in a moment of self-pleasure. This is certainly an experience that would change things between them.
