#trr4ever

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Liam and Drake both love their dicks—both because of that face Jaela makes when she comes, and she can say the same for them. “How the fuck did I get so lucky?”

“Because,” Liam says, tilting her chin up, smirking and wiping her lips with his thumb while Drake’s nails drag along her back, Jaela shuddering as he pounds into her. “You learned how to share.”

To say that she didn’t have any idea of what would happen the first time they all slept together would be a lie. She knew she’d be treated like a goddess, and that she was. Drake loves her ass, and it all started after one night of too much whiskey and wine, Jaela on Drake’s lap, rough hands squeezing it, trailing soft kisses on his second favorite part of her, her neck. Something about how she throws her head back when she laughs, or when him… or Liam… kiss her there.

Liam wasn’t exactly jealous, watching Drake and Jaela on the chair next to the bonfire, the light bouncing off the Washington woods—and their bodies—perfectly. But… he downed the last of his whiskey. Her tits looks amazing in that shirt, one button undone enough to flash that black lacy bra he loved, too. And he was drunk. So…, why shouldn’t he give it a shot? Turns out, the moment he touched her chest, fingers grazing over her stiff nipple, that was enough for her to pull him into a kiss—only for a moment—before looking between the two of them, all three of their eyes alight with something… new.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

Coming in their mouth when they eat her out, or when she rides their face, is her absolute favorite way to come. There’s so much power in how Drake or Liam hold her closer, murmuring how great she tastes, tasting herself on their tongue shortly after.  

The boys, of course, have a favorite place to cum—and then their seconds. Naturally, coming in her is preferable, condom until they all aptly handled the matter of birth control—especially after that one time—but they both have their second favorites, in case they can’t, at least, not at first. Liam loves coming on her tits, and Drake in her mouth, both always locking eyes with her when they do.

But she fucking loves it when they come at nearly the same time, in or on her. And Drake and Liam do too.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Maybe that first threesome—oh god she still gets warm thinking about it—wasn’t exactly spontaneous. “Abdi… can I tell you something?” he whispers, finger tracing circles on her arm, naked bodies intertwined on their bed.

“Of course,” Jaela replies, smiling up at him, pushing aside hair from his forehead. Outside, there’s a distant howl, moonlight peeking through the tall pines. He shifts, taking a deep breath. Jaela props herself up, eyebrows furrowing. “You know you can tell me anything, Drake. Remember, that’s one of our rules: honesty.”

He nods, clicking his tongue. “Well… okay. I… I might have gotten off to hearing you and Liam… more than once.” A beat. “And it took so much willpower not join you two.”

Her eyes widen—but only for a moment, lips curling into a grin. “You know… I wouldn’t have minded.” Drake nearly sputters, pulling her back to him.

“What?!”

Jaela nods, hand trailing down his chest. Like her and Liam haven’t thought it? Like she hasn’t wanted it since well… since they got used to this? “Get a little whiskey into Liam, and get him to watch us, and I can bet we’ll make that happen. Tomorrow?” Drake can only nod, kissing her and rolling on top of her in response, ready for round two.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Being a former Prince and King had its perks, and thus, Liam extremely experienced with women. Drake is too, reaping more than just a place to live, by being the Prince’s best friend. They competed for and shared women—separately—until Jaela came around, stealing their hearts and bodies with just a look. And they make sure she knows all of their tricks… yet still manage to have something up their sleeve.

Jaela too, had her fair share of men. Some hookups, and a handful of relationships that never went anywhere in New York. Though, being poly was a new thing for her, even though Drake and Liam eased her into it. Hell, threesomes were new for her and not for them… though, Drake and Liam laughed that of the threesomes they had, it was surprising that they weren’t involved in one together back in Cordonia… and both wondered why they hadn’t before, gazes lingering on each the first time they touched.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

She loves riding them, Liam or Drake holding her close and whispering sweet—or dirty as all hell--- nothings into her ear. But god she loves it when they take control and push her against a wall, bend her over, or just pin her down, sometimes looking up at both of them, grinning until one kisses her and the other lowers his mouth to her body, fire kisses heading down to her hips, legs on their shoulders before he dives in.

Liam, surprise surprise, loves being dominant with any position that allows him the control, controlling Jaela or Drake’s pleasure—in a sense, he loses all control when he comes, hips meeting theirs, lips on each others names but yet, he feels like the King he was, seeing how they writhe under his touch. Though, he doesn’t mind being the one under their control, their spell, really, but it has its time and place.

“Jaela, my Queen, I love you…”

“Hmm… but you’re no King…” She giggles, nipping his ear, rolling her hips, Liam gripping them tight, eyes flashing, more heat pooling in her stomach. Oh, that look. How far could she go? “Just a commo—” And in a flash, Liam pins her on the bed, holding her wrists time.

“I think I should tie you up for such blasphemy.”

“Whatever punishment fits the bill… my King.”

Drake, on the other hand, doesn’t mind being submissive to Jaela or Liam’s whims (course, they’re left with plenty of love marks when he’s in control) and loves looking into her eyes and holding Jaela close, whether if she’s on top or not. It’s also fucking hot looking into Liam’s eyes, too, when they three of them fuck, one behind Jaela and the other in front. Or, well, when she’s away and he and Liam are both a little drunk, or not, there’s something about getting lost in his eyes, too.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

After everything they’ve been through, and while there’s so much laughter and joy after they have sex, all three are serious in bed. There’s some goofiness, like the first threesome, all three getting used to each others motions as one, but the order of goofiness—or seriousness, goes as this, is determined around breakfast one snowy morning after a night of lovemaking, first her and Liam… but Drake joined in when he got home from work.

“I can’t believe you laughed when I nearly tripped trying to get to you, Abdi.” Jaela snickers, buttering her toast. It was a sight, Drake barely able to contain himself once he came in the room, Liam’s nod a signal for him to join—if the Statue of Liberty key chain turned outward on their door wasn’t signal enough—almost falling out of his pants.

“So? It was funny!”

“To be fair, Jaela,” Liam says, shaking his protein shake, eyebrow raised. “We were, moments before, quite serious—you had tears, dear.” Jaela rolls her eyes.

“Yeah, yeah… okay, I like to laugh here and there, you sometimes, do, Liam, and Drake…” Jaela and Liam both set their sights on him and he flushes, shifting in the chair.

“Uh…”

“Goes without saying, you serious marshmallow,” Jaela snickers, leaning over and kissing his cheek.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Liam’s well-groomed if not nearly bare, fucking loving feeling all of Jaela or how her mouth feels on him. Drake’s groomed, but sometimes if he’s busy, he’ll forget and be a natural, not that Jaela—or Liam—minds either way. They just love him for him. Jaela mixes it up, honestly, because she busy too but their faces when she is bare always makes her night—and always means she’s about to get no sleep, whether with one or both.  

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Even in the roughest of nights, there’s always an element of intimacy that starts in the living room—or out in the woods, or well, anywhere really. The small touches, the kisses that begin at the mouth and wander without a hurry…. The in the moment, holding each other tight no matter what, making the other feel loved.

Jaela, once more, wouldn’t say this to the other, but Drake has a certain form of intimacy that takes her breath away, how he looks at her. Was it because she was gone with Liam, vanished without a trace, until she contacted him? Or something else? Thinking he’s second best, even when, finally, they’re both equal in her eyes?

That’s not to say Liam isn’t intimate, god he is, by the way he moves and takes control. How he caresses a jaw as he thrusts from behind, fingers winding into hair and pulling—but never with enough force to hurt. Just enough to remind them who’s is in charge.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Drake was ashamed, at first, when he did get off to Liam and Jaela’s sounds of lovemaking. Not his fault the first he listened in, they nearly knocked over a chair in the kitchen before retreating to their room and he had to investigate and… well, it was hot, hearing the woman he shares making those sounds.

As much as Liam loves being teased by Jaela, he (or Drake, of course, one of them, ideally) just wants to be the one making her feel like that. Not that he doesn’t mind catching her, pulling her into a kiss, kissing her fingers, or anything but….

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Jaela didn’t call him King Kinky for nothing, when they were in Cordonia. Or out of it, for that matter. Liam and Jaela racked up quite a few kinks: public and outdoor sex for starters, then temperature roleplaying, light bondage… to name a few. Drake never told them that it hurt him, before they found the happy balance they needed, to see the ropes and ties still around their bedposts. Part of the sacrifice, he guessed.

Little did he know he’d be happy to see those months later, and even happier to be tied up with them. First, Jaela taking control—before that breath of temptation spilling over into reality. “Fuck, Jaela—”

“Did I say you could talk?” She purrs, sliding a finger across his lips, pupils dilated as she rides him, nails digging into his chest. Drake gulps and shakes his head, hickies on his neck. She smirks, rising off of him. He opens his mouth in protest, straining against the silk tie, but is silenced, Jaela moving and riding his face, her pussy tasting so fucking good. “That’s better,” she says, gripping his hair and shutting her eyes.

Of course, the best thrill for Liam comes when he has control of them both, both submitting to him and his whims. He’s big into edging, watching them soar to the highest of highs—but not getting that release until he lets them, whether from him or with each other, so long as he can see when he’s dominate. Sometimes, they’re tied next to each other, sneaking glances, fingertips brushing as he kisses up Jaela’s body, but not leaving Drake without something to moan about, both begging for more.  

Though, working with Drake at the most intimate level… that was a thrill all on its own, both working to deny, but only to bring Jaela the greatest of pleasures. “Please, Drake—”

“Drake,” Liam says, and Drake looks up from his assigned task: eating her out. Liam squeezes her breasts, kissing her neck. “Remember what I told her about begging?” He nods, removing his mouth, standing up but letting his hand fall between her thighs.

Jaela throws her head back in frustration, groaning. “But—”

Liam tightens the silk around her wrists behind her back and pinches a nipple, eyes locking with Drake, both dark with desire, smirks on their lips. Drake steps back from the edge of the bed. “No buts. Knees, now.”

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Liam and Jaela? Oh god, anywhere and everywhere, really. He can’t pick a favorite, because the high of the thrill—even if they’re in the bed—blocks out everything but his and her pleasure, bodies locked together, smiles on their lips and each other. That’s all that matters. Though, in Miami with her, it was fucking hot to do it on their balcony, ocean spread out all before them, the people dots below.

Drake’s a simply guy, and he just loves picking Jaela up, legs straddled around him, and carrying her right to the bed to make love to her, pressing her against the mattress, sheets tangled up between them. Though, outside has a special place in his heart, hands over hers as she braced against the tree, pine and spring and dirt and her scent filling his nostrils and sending him into overdrive, birds flying away from the noise.

Drake and Liam are weak in the knees for their shower, but they think Jaela doesn’t know. She got off work early, letting down her hair, ready for a shower. “Drake? Liam?” she called, rubbing her eyes. The house was quiet, no surprise at this time of night (and god, she’d kill them if they let the kids stay up late again), except for the shower. Liam’s bed was empty, and so was Drake’s. She paused, glancing around the hallway. Not like their house was small, nor was it big… but where the hell were they?

She approached the master bath—maybe one was taking one in the guest bathroom, too? Hand on the handle, she paused, as new sound breaking through the sound of water. Moans. Loud ones, too. Then, a tumbling of a shampoo bottle—followed by Drake’s and Liam’s all too familiar, groans when they came. Jaela smirked, eyebrows raised. So that’s how come her bottles were always out of order.

When together? Well, that is the bed, much to Drake’s delight. There’s something private and personal and complicated—in all the right ways—when they have a threesome and having it be anywhere else but their home seems… wrong. The townspeople never questioned the two rings on Jaela’s hands, assuming one was a family heirloom (which it was, in a way, from Drake’s grandmother) but bringing their ménage à trois outside of their bedroom, or home, would be… wrong, an unspoken agreement between them the moment Drake kissed her lips and Liam pulled down her jeans, trailing his hands up to slide off her panties before she fell onto hers and Liam’s—no, their, bed.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Honestly, the better question is what doesn’t get them going.

No, seriously.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

The sky’s the limit, and they’ll indulge each others fantasies either one on one, or if they all agree to it, but they have a few NO’s: sadomasochism, anything that draws blood, whipping, and jealously. That’s the biggest one: no jealously. If those feelings arise… then they work it out, however they can.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Jaela’s a spoiled woman. And she can’t wipe the smirk off of her face at the stupid PTO meetings, thinking that a half hour before Liam went down on her right after she put the brownies into tubberware… and it was her night with Drake tonight. “Jaela, what’s your recipe for the brownies again?”

“Oh uh… you know, the usual things?”

And she’s pulled out of her head again, back to the politics of school and drama and avoiding the pointed looks of too many Mary-Sue’s in this small town thinking it was a little odd that Drake was living with them a single man… and that one of her three definitely has his nose, but she never addressed that.

As for Jaela, well, she’s more than willing to drop to her knees at anytime, but they always beat her out for the gift of receiving. Drake, generally, prefers to give and just wants to bury his cock in her, usually, even if he does love coming in her mouth…. Liam is more of a giver, liking to wake her up in the morning with his head between her thighs, but he fucking loves her blowjobs. Liam and Jaela both find it sexy when he’s commanding, hand gripping the back of her hair while she takes all of him in, looking up and never breaking eye contact until he comes, Jaela smirking as his eyes flutter, head rolling back, and letting out that moan she loves so much.

Commanding Liam is gone and replaced with the tender one, asking if that was too much. Jaela wipes her lips and he shudders, holding her close. “It’s never too much, Liam,” she whispers. “I love it,” she pauses, tracing his jaw, eyes brightening. “Though… I would like to try something… if Drake agrees.”

Liam raises his eyebrow, matching her expression. “Pray tell, love.”

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

They’ve gotten their times nailed down to an art form, really. Working around the kid’s schedules is one thing, combined with their different work schedules, but they’re masters of knowing how long things are going to take, depending, of course.

Public is always quick, even if Liam wants it to go on longer. Drake can stay out in the woods for an hour with Jaela. Jaela pretends to not notice their long, ahem, separate showers. But the threesomes? Well, that’s setting up the candles, and exploring each others bodies with care, salt and sweat and heat beneath their lips, not matter how rough it is.

“There’s always times to savor you, love,” Liam says, tracing lines down her curves on one side, Drake on the other, kissing her neck. She needs to get to the fucking bake sale, she didn’t mind playing betty homemaker to keep gossip away, but goddamn, how could she leave them?

“The bake sale though?”

Drake chuckles, turning her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, the intensity from all those years ago still there, even with a few fine wrinkles. Liam’s hand, fingers nimble, run down her body and settle on her clit, rubbing circles, Drake keeping her face turned to him. He takes her lower lip between his teeth, and she shudders in pleasure. “Fuck the bake sale,” he whispers. “Fuck me instead.”

But Liam inserts two fingers into her, her answer lost on Drake’s tongue.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Jaela’s a fan of quickies, and Drake has to roll his eyes when Liam and Jaela disappear in public for ten minutes at a time. “You know,” he hisses when they sit back down in the theatre seat, her hair disheveled. He smooth down a side, smirking, despite his tone. “This isn’t a ball where you can sneak into the closet and pretend your guards don’t notice.”

But Jaela grips Liam’s hand tight, eyes lighting up with the screen at the memory of Liam pressing her against the stall and fucking her senseless, holding her up, muffling their sounds with their lips on each other, fast and hurried. Somebody coughed when they left the stall next to them, but they didn’t care. “The women’s bathroom worked quite well,” she whispers, sliding another hand on Drake’s thigh, squeezing his shaft through the jeans. Liam snickers as Drake shifts, grasping hers, locking eyes. “Maybe next time we can try it?”

Drake gulps, but she sees the blush and flash of desire in the movie light. And indeed, that stall again proved useful, only this time Drake’s hands cupped her breasts through her shirt as he took her from behind, teeth nipping her ear. Another cough, too.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Of fucking course. Jaela thinks fucking in the woods is risky enough, always convinced a bear is going to come out—but her and Drake have done nothing more than scare a few deer and birds. But, anything outside of their NO’s has been tried, thought of, a regular feature, or is on the list of things to do.

Jaela’s current want to do risk?

Fuck at that damn Mary’s house. She’s the one that look at her like she’s a slut when Drake comes around to events—like his child’s soccer game, supporting his and Liam’s—like any father would do. She’s also the one that commented one child looked so peculiar from the others. She should have slapped her there, but instead…

“I got it!” she says grinning between the two. “Now, I don’t care who, but she has this parent-meeting or whatever coming up next month. One of you are coming with me—” They both pale. “And you’re going to fuck me senseless on her newly renovated bathroom counter she won’t shut up about.” Liam’s eyebrows perk up, and Drake’s do too, but she senses his hesitance. She knows him too well.

Jaela approaches and Drake leans back on the couch before she straddles his waist, pressing into him. Drake grits his teeth. “Okay… I’m listening….”

“And I really don’t care if she hears. She can’t insult our child—our children, our life—without facing the consequences. So, anybody in?”

A month later, Drake holds her close, both panting, the gleaming light from the newly renovated bathroom also too much, but all Jaela can focus on is his thrusts, slow and drawn out, hand on the glass. Her nails dig into his back, trying to holding in a cry—but letting out the moan, pulsing as the orgasm spreads throughout her shaking body.

Oh, it’s worth the looks.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

“Fucking A Liam, she’s already came twice from you, I think she’ll sleep just fine tonight…” Drake groans, burying his head in the pillow. He just wants sleep and him and Jaela are still going at it, though, she looks tired too. Drake glances at the clock—it’s almost four and he has work at eight. He could have gone to his room… but something about curling up next to them after a night like tonight was worth the sleepless nights.

“Just a… god, Jaela,” he says as he comes, kissing Jaela before collapsing next to Drake, Jaela chuckling to herself, looking at the two perfect men in her life, skin on skin. Her hand floats over Liam’s body, and he pulls her close, chin on her head. “You’re beautiful.”

“Ditto,” Drake says, and then drifts off. Jaela takes in Liam’s scent, Drake’s not far behind. Oh, how she’d never get tired of nights like these.

Jaela whispers against his chest, “I’m so happy,” before she falls asleep, only to be waken by Drake getting up for work, Liam pulling him close for a moment before Drake comes to her, kissing her cheek, then shoulder goodbye.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Drake doesn’t own any, he doesn’t care for them. He’d much rather fuck them with him and only him, taking pleasure that only he can make them feel.

Liam used to share the same sentiments as Drake, until Jaela introduced him to first her vibrator, and how fucking sexy it was when she used it on herself as she gave him head. Like, hell. “Fuck, Jaela… that’s hot.” She stops for a moment, lips against the tip of his cock, the breeze of the Atlantic blowing across their faces, high on their balcony, happy to have found a place where they could finally relax and enjoy their escape.

“I thought you told me you were the only one to make my cum from now on?” Liam smirks, dragging a finger down her lips, parting them again.

“We’ve only begun the night, my Queen. Now, continue.”

So, he has a small collection that only him and Jaela use, tucked away, Drake never getting curious as to what goes on those nights, honestly.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Jaela thought she teased bad in Cordonia, separately drawing them in and out with a flick of her wrist or the longing glance out of the corner of her eye.

Oh, how she proved them—and herself—wrong the moment her and Drake finally caved and she had not one, but two, pairs eyes filled with lust on her when she bent over, making sure they saw the red thong. It was something about an audience that upped her teasing game, just waiting till one of them would cave—thought, it was the best when Drake and Liam would nod, then end the game with one at each set of lips.

Drake doesn’t mind teasing, he liked it more in Cordonia, if he was being honest. Something about pretending to merely be just their friend in Washington made it hard to grab her ass or whisper in her ear everything he’d like to do to her in the grocery story. He didn’t want to attention of the nosey locals, nor did he want their kids to think that it was wrong, what they were doing. So, he lets Abdi to the teasing (except when they’re in bed together, Drake confessing everything he wants to do with her, drawing each stroke, lick, suck, or bite out until she’s begging to come over and over).

If Jaela plays hard, so does Liam. Touching her, whispering in her ear, promising all the positions they can do in a timespan of a PTO meeting, in the closet… yet, only leaving her wet and him hard, Jaela tearing off his clothes—and she literally made a tear once—the moment they get home, teasing done and the real game beginning.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

There was a reason why Drake couldn’t help but get off to Liam and Jaela, you know. Between their moaning and dirty talk, could anybody blame him, really?

Drake, however, is pretty quiet, preferring to listen to how he makes them feel over his own voice, contained within his throat and only being brought out here and there—sending chills through Jaela and Liam when he does make loud, guttural sounds because that usually means they’re in the middle of something intense, special, and only between them.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Jalea bites her lip, leaning back against the pillows, arms propping herself up. Drake and Liam stare at each other, and the tension—the nerves—in the room twists her stomach, just watching them, one hand on her and the other on each others arms. She can’t tell if it’s the alcohol or the sheer fact that this might be a turning point… for everything… with them.

They had three threesomes before tonight, both lavishing her with attention, sure their hands touching each other on her body, but never a kiss, no touching of each other, focusing on her, and what kinds of sounds she made under their joint effort.

Oh, but tonight… tonight was different. Like she didn’t notice the looks they shared in the heat of the moment—or hell, even back in Cordonia. “You can kiss,” she said and they snapped their attention to her… before going back to each other. Liam’s hand slide down Drake’s side and he shivered, glancing between Liam and Jaela, breathing quick.

“I…”

“Please,” Jaela says, sitting up and removing their hands. “Can’t you feel it? Haven’t you felt it?” She gets on her knees, and they still don’t look at her, Drake touching Liam’s cheek with a gentleness she only saw reserved for herself.

“You won’t be…?” Breathes Liam, now gripping Drake’s neck, their faces closer. Her hearts swells. What else could she feel but utter love for these men… and if they wanted to explore, who was she stop them? They all loved each other with everything they had.

Shaking her head, Jaela takes both of their dicks in each hand, both taking an intake of breath. Still, they stared, even as she began to pump, eyeing them each. “Never. I love you both. You love each other… why not… see what happens? We are sleeping together as one now. What’s holding you ba—”

And finally, fucking finally, they kiss, Jaela not knowing who’s lips touched the others first, Liam’s hands in Drake’s hair and Drake’s around his back. Jaela, quietly sat back and watched the show, letting their desperate, clinging moment come to fruition—until it turned to her, bringing her in center stage once more.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Drake, above average (around 6 ½) and thick, not too much… but enough to make Jaela feel so fucking full that she could cry—and sometimes, she does, from the pleasure. “Abdi, Abdi—are you okay?”

“Just hormonal… and because you feel so good. Don’t stop, please.”

Liam’s slightly bigger, around 7 and thinner, in the slightest. Honestly, Jaela doesn’t care—nor do either of the men—because the competition is over and sometimes, they get to fuck her at the same time—ass and pussy—and Jaela’s convinced she’ll never walk straight again,

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Liam’s higher than both of them, Jaela’s higher than Drake’s, and Drake’s the least of the three—what? He likes cuddling, too—but all are high, passion still running high from their life in Cordonia. Life doesn’t always allow for sex as much as Liam wants, but goddamn if he doesn’t fuck one or both of them four times a week at the least.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Pillowtalking is fine, and Drake and Jaela like it to some extent, though they tend to fall asleep quickly or have sex one more time before they pass out, but Liam is the true king of pillowtalking after sex. To a fault, too.

Legs all tangled together, cool summer air blowing in through the window, drying their sweat and cooling warm, flush bodies, in a heap, light kisses and touches being exchanged between all three, there’s no difference, no matter, with the love they all have, her two rings sparkling in the moonlight. The kisses slow... conversation ebbs… except for Liam, still talking. Drake and Jaela don’t even know anymore.

“Liam…” Drake mumbles, head buried in Jaela’s shoulder.

“Liam…” Jaela follows, taking his chin and turning it to her, Jaela and Drake’s brown eyes focused on his. He stops, eyebrow raised.

“Yeah? I mean, did you hear about—”

“We need—” Jaela starts, but Drake interjects.

“We need some fucking sleep.”

Liam’s looks shocked, but then chuckles, arm lying across Jaela and hand resting on Drake. Maybe he did talk too much, but to be fair, sex on nights like tonight energized him. The world, full of possibility in the little corner of the world they found to be as one. What could he say? It was perfect. Just so perfect, their bodies entwined like it was always meant to be.

[Ana De Luca] Hello Your Graces. Thank you for joining me today. I hope you had a pleasant vacation. 

[Elizabeth] Thank you so much for having us today Ms De Luca. We most certainly did. South America was beautiful wasn’t it darling? 

[Drake] Yes. 

 [E] You’ll have to forgive my husband -she blushes slightly as she says this, looking at him - He’s not used to being interviewed. 

[A] No apologies necessary Your Grace. I trust you were informed of the structure we will be employing today. 

[E] Yes we were and it sounds super fun, this Newlywed game. You’ll be asking us separate questions about each other, am I correct? 

[A] Yes. Shall we begin?

[D] Yep lets do it. And you can drop the whole duke-duchess thing. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to that title. 

[A] The first question is for you Drake. Where and when did you and the duchess share your first kiss?

[D] Wow straight to the point aren’t you? Ow! Elizabeth elbows him slightly in the ribs Umm our kiss actually took place at the Beaumont mansion a few months after we met. 

[A] Would I be right in assuming that was during the social season?

[D] Umm… Yes, yeah thats right. 

[A] Splendid. Now to Elizabeth. What was your first impression of your spouse? 

[E] My first impression hmm? She stifles a laugh as her husband eyes her expectantly. It wasn’t too different to everyone else’s. He was dark and broody. Extremely sarcastic and snarky, almost like he didn’t like me at first. But that quickly changed after I wore down his walls. 

[D] She basically annoyed me into loving her. 

[E] Is that a complaint I hear? 

[D] Complain? Me? Never.   

[A] Drake what adjective would you use describe Elizabeth on your wedding day?

[D] Just one?

[A] That's correct.

[D] Man there are so many…. One won’t be able to cover it... but I guess I’ll have to go with... radiant. She was practically glowing when she walked up the aisle and I felt like the luckiest man on the planet. 

[A] Wonderful. The readers will love this. Now Elizabeth do you get along with Drake’s family members?

[E] His mum is an angel. We only met after we got engaged but she is such a warm lovely person and we bonded immediately being Americans. I adore Savannah too. She and I have gotten so much closer over the engagement period and I’ve come to count on her as a second second sister. Her and her mother have the best stories from Drake’s childhood. 

[A] Can I persuade you into sharing any? 

The duchess glances at her husband who glares at her in warning. 

[E] I really value my life so I’m gonna have to decline on that one. 

[A] In that case, Drake what item of clothing does Elizabeth look best in? 

[D] Oh man… This is a hard one because she looks stunning in pretty much everything. 

[A] But if you had to pick one?

[D] I can’t there are too many to choose from… 

[A] Ok let me rephrase the question.. Is there an outfit of Elizabeth’s besides her wedding dress that completely blew you away the first time you saw her wear it? 

[D] Hmm when you phrase it like that… She’d worn tons of amazing ballgowns in the past but the green dress she wore the first night we met in New York will always be one of my favourites… He sighs contentedly, smiling shyly at the duchess. Does that count? 

[A] It most certainly does. Elizabeth what is his most irritating habit in the bedroom? 

[D] Now thats not an invasion of privacy at all… His tone is sarcastic but he glances at his wife expectantly as she thinks. 

 [E] Most irritating habit hm? Its not necessarily irritating but I think he should be more confident in his abilities because he is a fantastic lover. 

Her words make the duke blush slightly as they share a loving gaze. 

 [A] How would you describe her first thing in the morning?

[D] Hah that's an easy one. She’s like a sleepy little puppy who doesn’t want to get out of bed. Especially in winter I’ll have to pull her out of the layers of blankets she’s wrapped herself in and if I don’t actually make sure she’s standing up with her eyes open, there’s a high chance she’ll just go right back to bed again. 

 [E] What can I say? I love my sleep. They share a short laugh.   

 [A] That is just adorable. Elizabeth, now I’m sure Drake considers himself a very manly man so tell me how does he like his steak cooked?

[E] Easy. Medium rare. Usually he’d be happy to eat anything but he’s extremely particular about his steaks, he’ll send them right back if they’re not satisficatory.  

[D] That was one time! And it was so rare it was practically walking off the plate.  

[E] One time too many. You should have known that when you married me I’d never let you get away with such diva-like behaviour. 

[A] Expanding on that now, who is the best cook?

[D] Elizabeth for sure. I don’t know how she does it but she can make an incredible dish from just what we have in the fridge that's somehow way better than some of the food at these courtly functions.  

[E] Aww babe you’re too kind. 

[D] I’m just being honest. He smiles, squeezing her hand. 

[A] So if you’ve got all the cooking covered Elizabeth, what is one thing that Drake does for you that he hates to do but does it anyways because he loves you?

[E] I rely on him mostly to do all the repairs and handyman stuff around the house because I have no idea what I’m doing if it were up to me. I don’t think he hates it though. He once installed an entire shoe rack for me just because I mentioned I was needed more space to store them. 

[A] That's kind of a coincidence because my next question is how many pair of shoes does Elizabeth own?

[D] I honestly have no idea. But I’ll install as many shoe racks as needed because she has way too many to count. 

[A] Elizabeth who would you cast to play Drake in a movie?

The duchess’ face shifts into a wide grin. 

[E] Actually we were just talking about this recently. I’d been scrolling through my Instagram and some people seem to think that Drake looks like Daniel DiTomasso from Witches of East End. Just with slightly shorter hair but I am starting to agree with them. Don’t you think? 

She pulls up a picture of the actor on her phone before handing it to me. 

[A] He does bear a striking resemblance now that I look at it.

[D] I have no idea what you’re talking about. I don’t even have blue eyes!   

[A] Alright then speaking of appearances, does Elizabeth have any pet peeves about hers?

[D] She is very very VERY particular about her hair. She sometimes plans her entire week around her hair washing schedule. 

[E] Hey don’t scoff at me! Not all of us can rock the messy bedhead look. It takes a lot of work to look this good.   

[A] And my final question to both of you now… As it is leading up to Valentines day, when did you realise that your spouse could possibly be the one? 

[E] You first. 

[D] Well I guess I’m going first then. We’d had lots of moments before this, like the time all of us snuck out for cronuts or  when we were stargazing but the first time I actually saw her in a different light was on my birthday a couple of years ago. She got us all to sneak out of the palace to go to a Western themed bar and we spent the rest of the night drinking, line dancing and bull riding with all our friends. 

[E] That soon?! I thought you still hated me back then? You barely even let me hug you. 

[D] I never hated you. I just kept you at arms length because I thought you’d never see me that way. 

[E] And look how far we’ve come since then. I think for me was a little earlier than that. Time-wise everything kinda blurs together but that moment for me was the time we were in Olivia's wine cellar in Lythikos when I finally learned that there was more to you than just cynical comments and liking whiskey. After that I just couldn’t look at you the same way again, knowing that there was a soft marshmallow heart under that burnt exterior. 

  He gives her a soft smile before clearing his throat awkwardly.

[D]  Is this interview over yet? I would like to leave with some semblance of dignity left before my wife decides to give away all my secrets. 

[A] I’m sure you’ll be relieved when I say yes it is. Duke and Duchess I thank you once again for your time today. You are a beautiful couple and I wish you all the best in the future. 

[D] Thank you. 

[E] Thank you very much for having us Ms De Luca. 

Drake’s lips curved into a slight smile. “It’s okay, I needed to cool off anyway. I didn’t have to pull you in either. I guess it was just killing me watching you half naked all afternoon. I kept thinking about how much I wanted to get my hands on you. I took my chance to get you in my arms.

Riley was both shocked and turned on by what just came out of Drake’s mouth. By that time they had reached Riley’s room and all she wanted to do was pull him inside, strip his dripping wet clothes off, and have her way with him. “Drake...” she struggled to formulate an appropriate response.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have said that out loud. Please forget about it. It was completely inappropriate. 

“God Drake, do you have any idea what you do to me? How I think about you all the time? How much I want you?” She stepped closer, her face inches from his.

Drake took a reflexive step back. “Bennett, please don’t say things like that. Even if all of that is true, it doesn’t matter. You are here for Liam, and Liam is falling in love with you. I’ve seen you two together, and I can’t get in the way of that.”

“Doesn’t what I want matter, Drake? Yes Liam is amazing, and I really do like him. Hell, I could probably love him. But you know why I don’t...why I can’t? It’s you, Drake.”

“Bennett, I think you might just be confused. Maybe you just think you want me because you know you aren’t supposed to. Once you have me, really get to know me, you’ll get over me. I have nothing to offer, no title, no trust fund. I’m fun for awhile, but sooner or later you’ll get tired of me, and Liam probably won’t still be waiting for you.”

“Do you really think I’m like that Drake. Do you think I care about those things? I didn’t come here looking for a Kingdom. If I were to chose Liam, it would be in spite of all that.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean...It’s just...nobody has ever chosen me over Liam. When he’s around, it’s like I don’t exist. I guess I’ve just come to accept that I’m not enough for anyone here.”

“You know what happened last night when Liam brought me back here? He wanted to come inside, and I turned him down. I made up a lame excuse, but the truth is, I wanted it to be you instead of him. I could have had him, but I said no because of you. You are more than enough for me Drake.”

“I...” Drake stepped closer. He reached a hand up to sweep a strand of hair from Riley’s face, but then he hesitated and pulled away. “I still can’t do this behind Liam’s back.”

Riley looked down at her feet. “I know. Things are...complicated. But I’m going to talk to Liam and sort it all out. I just wanted to talk to you first.”

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t worried about what this would mean for me and Liam, but you are worth the risk Riley Bennett, and I trust you.” Drake opened her door, placed a hand on the small of her back, and gently guided her inside her room. “Now close the door before I come inside and do something I’ll regret later. I’ll see you at dinner time.”

~~~~~      

Drake picked up Riley for dinner. She was wearing a simple off the shoulder emerald green dress that hit just above the knees, and she looked stunning, like she always did.

"Wow," was all Drake could manage when she opened the door.

Riley laughed softly. "This dress is nothing special. It's one of my own from home."

"It's more about who is wearing it than the dress itself."

"What has gotten into you today? Who are you and what have you done with the real Drake Walker? I say a few nice things to you and you get all soft on me.”

“I don’t know Bennett, I can’t explain what you do to me, but I can go back to--”

“No, no!” Riley cut him off. “I like this side of you..but maybe just pretend you don’t like me so much when we get in front of everyone else..at least for now. We don’t need any outbursts from Olivia.”

“Ugh, I don’t know what’s gotten into her, but she’s even worse than usual. Don’t worry. I can easily go back to pretending I don’t like you.” Drake smirked. “I’ve been doing it since the day I met you.”

Drake sat with the other guards at dinner, a few tables away from Riley and the other women. The evening seemed to drag on, but they wanted to keep filming until Catherine got back from her date. Her bags were packed and waiting in the foyer, just in case Liam were to let her go during the date. The show was so dramatic. It’s not like she would actually have to leave. Her room would just be moved to another wing of the palace with the other rejected women. From what Liam had said to Drake earlier, it sounded like Catherine might not be making it through the whole date. Liam hadn’t sent anyone home on a date yet, so Drake was sure there would be drama if he did. 

All the women were sitting around drinking cocktails and talking about whatever it was noble women talked about. Drake could really use a drink himself, but unfortunately he couldn’t drink while on duty. Finally there was a commotion at the front door, and several of the ladies peaked to see what’s going on. Sure enough, the staff were wheeling Catherine’s bags to the “reject” wing.

“Finally!” Drake overhead Madeleine say. “Catherine was such a waste of space. It was about time he cut her loose.”

“That was pretty harsh Madeleine.” Riley jumped in. “Catherine is a good person.”

Olivia rolled her eyes. “Oh Riley, I don’t even understand why you are still here myself. Liam likes you for reasons I cannot begin to understand. But if Liam doesn’t get rid of you first, you will soon realize you don’t belong here. You may be a noble by name because Barthelemy Beaumont couldn’t keep his dick in his pants, but you aren’t one of us. Just ask Drake what happens when a lowly commoner tries to fit in an court. His sister Savannah was an embarrassment who tried way to hard. You should probably just do what she did and disappear before you make a fool of yourself. 

Drake clenched his fists at his sides. Olivia crossed a line in several ways and he was about to explode. He wanted to tell her off, but he couldn’t even say anything because he was on the clock. Olivia knew exactly how to push his buttons and that he couldn’t do anything about it. He had to get out of there before he punched a hole in the wall. He turned and headed out of the room 

“Who do you think you are Olivia?” Riley challenged. “Say what you want about me, but leave Drake and his family out of it. That was just cruel. I only hope that Liam knows you well enough to know who you really are.” 

Drake didn’t look back but he was still close enough to hear everything. “Of course you would follow after him. Drake is more at your level than Liam anyway, Riley. You deserve each other.”

Maxwell doesn't hear the feared gasp behind him, or the quicken footsteps coming in his direction, no, the only thing that stops him from reading any further is the screen abruptly closing before his eyes.

"Hey I was just getting to the good part!"

Hana holds the laptop as if it where her baby clutching it to her chest. "You ever heard of privacy, Maxwell, you weren't suppose to read that."

"Look I don't judge." Maxwell chuckles as he finishes the half eaten cronut in his hand. "If you like reading word porn that's ok!"

"It's not word porn." Hana snaps "It's smut.

"You read smut?!" Maxwell roars with laughter before noticing the piercing glare Hana gives him. He lifts his hands in defense no longer laughing but smiling just the same. "I'm sorry Hanna I only mean that you're ....you know... sweet and innocent."

"Well I do read it. And as a matter of fact I ..." she trails off grabbing a cronut and stuffing it into her mouth.

"You what?"

"It's not just smut Maxwell it's fan fiction. There are a bunch of writers who write their own stories based on this game we play. Sometimes we change the ending or the characters but really we just... we get attached to these characters and we have our own ideas on how things should go in the game and this our way of expressing them."

"Um hmm " Maxwell's lips are pursed together as if he is trying to stifle a smile. "You said we so do you.."

"Yes. I right fan fiction." She sucks in a deep breathe sticking up her chin unafraid of the hurt of laughter she expected from him. Instead she looks up to see his eyes wide and excited.

"Wow... my girlfriend writes fan fiction... can I read some of your work?"

Her smile fills her face as she sits at the table next to him. "You know the story you were reading... I wrote that one."

His mouth curves into a large O  his face in total surprise. Hana opens her screen to show him her her other stories. 

"It about this American coming into a foreign country."

"Like Riley?"

"Yeah I named her Riley, actually....so she is caught in this love triangle between a sex crazed king and a broody stable boy who worships the grown she walks on."

"Let me guess Liam and Drake?"

"Yes!"

"Now I've got to read this." Hana lets him take the laptop she covers her mouth with her hands a she watches him read. Maxwell looks back at the screen his eyes moving from line to line.

.....Drake pushes Riley up against the wall. The cold hard service plays contrast to her ever growing heated body. His hands roam over the peaks and valleys of her breast freeing them from the confines of her bra.

"Riley, you are beautiful." he groans before leaning in to kiss them. Drake takes her perky breast into his large hands playfully thumbing Riley's nipples, flicking them with his tongue making them erect from his gracious touch. He looks up into her wanting eyes one nipple still perched on the tip of his lips.

"Let me taste you."

'Riley quickly steps out of her gown, her fingers lost in his chocolate locs.

"Taste me...I'm you'rs" She moans.

Drake wildly looks over her almost fully naked body. Although she may fully mean those words "I'm yours" they both knew it wasn't true. She belong to the king. As he descended to his knees, with his bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his fingers play with the dainty straps of her pink panties.

"I want to but you are not mine... not really."

Temptation getting the better of him he leans in, his nose pressed against her core. He takes a deep breathe letting the smell of her fill his body. 

"Please Drake." They are the only words Riley can muster she moans at the feel of him so close, praying he would rip of those damn panties and kiss her where she needed it most.

It takes every bit of strength Drake has not to pull the flimsy fabric down. "Just a quick taste couldn't hurt." He reasons wit himself, and with that he lifts her legs just slightly and without removing the pink lace he kisses her in her most delicate of places. He opens his mouth his tongue lapping up the sweet juices that seep through the thin cloth.

Riley's moan grows louder and louder. Never in her life have she ever hated a pair of underwear than today. "Fuck this." She screams pulling him to his feet by his hair.

"Drop your pants." she orders.

"Riley we can't. The king will kill me if he knew I, a mere stable boy, bed his future queen."

"The you shall die a happy man. Now, by order of your future queen drop trou!"

Drake obeys her orders. She them pushes him to sit on the large leather chair.

He watches as she descends to her knees just as he had moments ago. He lifts his hips as she pulls down his boxers. Her eyes grow wide seeing the sight of his thick curved cock spring free.

Wasting no time she stands turning her back to him. She bends pulling and then throwing the pink frock into the air. She then begins to sit in his lap, letting the tip of him play with her warm wet hole. She rocks in a circular motion, slowly descending further and further down letting every inch of his throbbing member fill her up. 

And fills her he does. The both cry out in pleasure once he is completely in her. 

"Touch me Drake..." she moans. "Touch me in every place you ever dared to dream you could. You have me right here right now. Take me." He wraps his arms around her his hands over her breast pulling her to his chest. His mouth smearing kisses up and down her neck and shoulder. He tightly holds her waist, but lets her control the pace of their menstruation. It's slow, deep, and electric.

Riley cries out, "Drake I can come just like this."

"Then do so my queen." And with those words she begins to bounce up and down on his wet pulsating shaft. 

"Dammit Riley" Drake grunts trying to hold in his release. His toes curl within his shows, his nails dig into the sweat drenched chair.

Riley soon finds that spot, that spot that makes her whole body tingle, that makes her leg shake on contact. She rocks her hips to it again, and again, until...

"Ahh" she scream from the top of her lungs. Drake quickly grabs her hips thrusting upwards pumping into her in only a few times before his warms seed overflows down her thighs."

She quickly gets up. Her gown is on before she even catches her breath. She gives him a soft kiss before rushing out the door.

Drake smiles, not too far are the small pink panties. He holds them tightly in his hand before placing them safely into his pocket.

Maxwell takes a deep sigh, unable to look at Hana for a good moment. 

"Well..." she asks her hands covering her mouth.

"Wow..I'm just...wow Hana!" He grabs her by the back of her neck forcefully kissing her, pushing his tongue between her parted lips. 

"Well if you like that one you should read my Olivia and Liam fics. Those are really wild."

Maxwell laughs lightly before realizing something.

"Wait...do you have any stories of us on here?" He reaches for the laptop but Hana quickly grabs it and begins to run out of the kitchen, giggling as she hurries away.

 "Liam!” For some reason she wasn't quite sure, Jade felt her cheeks flush. “I didn’t know you were home yet."

He grinned. "You shouldn't be up so late studying. Sleeping properly is a key ingredient to learning, you know," he placed the glasses and the bottle at Jade's desk and sat across her, gazing her intently.

Jade looked at the clock on her phone and her eyes went wide when she realized it was past eleven. "I didn't know it was so late. When you texted me saying you'd be dining with German politicians, I decided to have dinner with Hana and just came here. When did you get home?"

"About half an hour ago. I asked your maid if you were already asleep, but she told me you were here," Liam rested his chin on his hands, his eyes never leaving her.

"I'm sorry. I lost track of time. I should've asked someone to let me know when you arrived."

"It's okay, my love. However, I think you had enough study for tonight." Liam smiled as he shut her books and took her hand to kiss it.

"I don't feel like I need to sleep just yet. Do you have any suggestions of I should do now?" Jade said softly, looking at him hungrily.

"I may have an idea you'd be interested in," his smile was mischievous and seductive.

"I'm all ears, fiancé."

"I know you're drinking game enthusiast, so I thought we should play a dirty questions game," Liam poured wine into the glasses and gave her one of them. "As a ground rule, we should both have a drink after a round of three questions."

"I'm game. And since this is your idea, I should start asking."

"By all means, my queen."

They clung glasses and they both drank before starting the game. Liam's gaze was tempting and his smile was so enticing that Jade felt like he'd up for anything, so she was determined to be impudent.

"How was your first time?"

Liam couldn't help but laugh. "You're eager as ever."

"Always. Now talk dirty to me, my king," Jade winked while she took a sip of the wine.

"A few days before my sixteenth birthday, Leo told me he booked four hours at a paintball field in Amsterdam for us. We did play that afternoon, but he said we'd have to leave early because he had an appointment he couldn't miss before going back to the hotel. So the car stopped at a speakeasy and we got in. He got a booth next to the stage where two women were pole dancing. He got me a drink and told me hired them for me."

Jade's jaw dropped. "Wait, you had a threesome on your first time?"

"Well, yes." He smiled amused by her surprised expression.

"And did you enjoy it?"

"That's two questions, my love. And I haven't had mine yet."

"But it's just a follow-up question."

"Nice try, Jay," he smirked at her.

"Oh, come on, Liam... I'll let you ask me two questions in a row and you can dare me to do anything."

"Hmm...” Liam rubbed his chin playfully. “Interesting proposal. I'll take it."

Jade drank some of her wine. "Now spill it."

"It was very informative. The courtesans told me they liked me because I was a giver, so they taught me some tricks. It was good, but I admit that it'd probably be nicer if I were a little soberer."

"Of course you charmed the courtesans with your niceness. You're unbelievable, Liam," Jade shook her head smiling.

"So I've been told." he grinned. "I believe it's my turn now. What's your magic number?"

Jade's eyes widen up. "I didn't even know you knew what that meant."

"Internet is an amazing tool, my queen. Now answer it," he demanded. His fingers played with the glass of wine while his gaze was locked with hers sent shivers down her spine.

"Twenty I think. There were mostly hookups though. I just had four boyfriends and one of them didn’t pass second base."

"Hmm..." Liam beamed. "Time to drink up."

"Aren't you going to make your second question?"

"All in good time, Jay," he poured wine on their glasses and they drank again. "Okay. Favorite position."

"Standing up. It's a great position to fulfill your outdoor kink," Jade smirked at Liam and he laughed.

"Have you ever had sex with someone whose name you never knew?"

"A few times. Leo hosted some orgies at an unused wing here, so in these situations, it’s kind of hard to remember names."

"You're wilder than I thought, Your Majesty," Jade said grinning. 

Liam cocked his head to one side and laughed.

"What’s the dirtiest thought you’ve ever had about a stranger?"

"’I hope he ditches his friends on our way out, pulls me to a side, pins me against a wall and fucks my brains out’. Yes, that thought was about you, right after you asked me to join you and the guys on your first bachelor party," Jade bit her lower lip with a tempting look in her eyes.

Liam laughed. "I wish I knew about that sooner."

They drank the wine together after the second three-question round. Jade started asking again. "Would you have had sex with me that night?"

"I wanted to, but I was already drawn to you and I knew I'd regret having sloppy, casual sex with you. Even though I didn't expect to see you again, I needed to know more about you. I wanted it to be perfect whenever it happened."

"Aww... What did you want to know?"

"Save it for later. It's my turn now."

"Can we negotiate?" 

Liam shook his head and Jade pouted. He leaned closer to her and kissed her softly. 

Jade tried to suppress a smile. "Okay, your turn."

"Does your magic number list include women?"

"Yes, two. Now my question. What did you want to know about me before we had sex?"

"Just some useful information. Things you like, the way you kiss, how you work with hands and legs, your sensitive spots. I only delayed more because you became one of my suitors and I didn't want to hurt you. If we were in a regular relationship, I wouldn’t have tortured us for so long."

“Good to know,” Jade purred as she stood up and straddled Liam. Grinding her hips on his bulge, she unbuttoned his shirt just enough to pepper kisses and gently bite his neck. 

He put his arms around her and they kissed fervently, his hand traveling from her lower back to her hips. She was about to unzip her dress when he pulled away.

"Hey, we're not done here. I still have one question." Liam said, looking a bit more serious.

"Hmm... Okay. Shoot."

"Have you ever kissed someone else in court?"

Jade went pale.

"It's okay, love. I'm not jealous. Just curious."

"Err... I don't know..." Jade looked away.

Liam lifted Jade's chin so he could look into her eyes. "Jade, I mean it. I just want you to be completely honest with me. We're getting married in three weeks. I want you to trust me with anything just like I trust you."

"You do?"

"Of course I do. I just told you about some of the crazy sexual stuff I engaged in because my older brother is insane and always dared me to those things. Trust me, I won't judge. I would never."

"Okay..." Jade closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Drake. And Hana."