The Drake Restrained Compete Collection: Part 1 - 4 (The Drake Series Book 7) (40 page)

“Of course. I hope you know that I’m very fond of Kate and will respect her decision about us.”

“Good man,” he said. “If things don’t work out between you two, no hard feelings on my part, Drake. I’ve known you for too long to let this come between us. Your father asked me to watch out for you as if you were my own son. I hope I have.”

“You have, Sir. I appreciate it. Seriously.”

We hung up and I knew that no matter what, Ethan and I would remain friends.

I left my office and got in the car, driving over to her place, determined to get her back. The door to her building wasn’t propped open and there was no answer at her apartment so I sat on the stairs outside her building and sent her a text.

Kate, I know everything. I talked to Lara and she confessed that she guilted you into saying goodbye to me. I was confused the other day when you claimed not to feel anything for me. I tried not to respond – to respect your wishes. In truth, I was hurt.

Talk to me. Please. I'm not letting you run away just to protect me from something that might never happen. It's up to me what risks I take in my life, not you.

Your father is worried about you. He says you've been sick all weekend. You know what I think? I think you're upset about this. Maybe as upset as I am.

Kate, please… Don't give up on this – on us – without a fight.

There was no reply for a few moments and I was almost ready to get up and go back to the hospital when my cell chimed.

I'm in the deli across the street from you.

I glanced up and saw her sitting in the window of the deli across the street. If she hadn’t wanted me back, she could have just sat there and watched me leave. That gave me confidence that in fact, she did want me.

At that moment, I knew that nothing – no meddling best friend or threat of exposure – would keep me from her.

End of Part Three

DRAKE RESTRAINED 4

S. E. LUND

Copyright S. E. Lund 2014

First Edition

DEDICATION

Dedicated to Suzanne, my first editor and the first writer to consider my writing seriously and offer an honest constructive critique. Without your critical eye and supportive words, I would never have seen both the potential in my work and where it needed improvement. You gave me the courage to continue writing despite difficulties in the early years.

You will be missed.

R. I. P.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Thanks to my family and friends who supported me during the long hours when I would lock myself into my office with my computer jammed in my face, writing. Without your tolerance, my books would never have been written or finished, but my house would have been a lot cleaner! Many thanks to my editor Michelle Saunders for all her hard work – any remaining mistakes are all mine!

CHAPTER ONE

My heart was in my throat as I crossed the street and entered the deli. Kate was sitting in the window seat so I wasted no time pulling up a chair and sitting right beside her, my knee between hers to stop her from trying to leave before I’d had my say.

I leaned in close, taking her hand in mine and kissed her knuckles. Her eyes were wide, as if she was afraid of what I’d do or say.

"Drake, you can't
do
this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. She tried to pull her hand away but I held on tight. She wiped her eyes with the other hand, so I knew she was really upset. "We have to just end this. Better to do it now before any damage is done."

"It's already been done. I
want
you,” I said, surprised at how emotional I felt. “Don't you want me?"

She said nothing, glancing away.

"
Tell
me that you don't want me." I was determined to make her admit she still wanted me. She kept trying to avoid my eyes, sighing heavily as if exasperated.

"
Tell
me, Kate,” I said in my best Dom voice. “If you don't want me, I'll leave right now."

"It's not that I don't want you," she said. "I
do
want you but we can't be together. It's for your own good."

I couldn’t accept that. If she wanted me, there was no way I was going to let someone come between us. Although I was vulnerable if word got out about my involvement in the BDSM lifestyle, my life wouldn’t be over. I’d still have my inheritance and the corporation. I could always quietly move to another city in another state and practice neurosurgery. I’d thought about the possibility many times in the past five years, being as careful as I could be but prepared in case the worst came to pass.

"If you still want me, we'll find a way to work around this, whatever it is. Tell me who knows. What did they say?"

"I can't
tell
you." She leaned away from me but I kept hold of her hand, knowing that I needed to maintain physical contact with her or she’d get up and leave.

"Look,” she said, her voice soft, “barely anything has happened between us. We had sex a couple of times. We should just let this drop. I'm sure there are other subs with far fewer … impediments than I have."

"
Impediments
…" I said, smiling just a bit. "Something happened between us, Kate. I know it's only been a short time, but I don’t want this to end, especially not in this way because of someone else forcing us. If we stop seeing each other, it should be because of how
we
feel, not someone else's judgment."

She said nothing, but she did meet my gaze. "This person told me there was a restraining order against you. Your ex-wife…"

I closed my eyes and bowed my head, a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. The restraining order was always hanging over my head like some personal sword of Damocles. How could I make Kate understand what it really was? "That was a long time ago in a different life."

"You can understand why they, and why I, might be concerned,” she said softly. “You
are
into BDSM."

"Not the SM part,” I insisted. “Kate, I didn't injure her. I tried to prevent her from leaving our home. That's all. I prevented her from leaving for a while. I wanted to talk to her. I wanted to try to work things out. She wasn't listening."

"Why?” she asked, frowning. “What happened between you? Why did your marriage fail?"

I searched her face, looking for some kind of sign that she would really listen. How could I explain what happened between us?

"Why does any marriage fail?" I shook my head, the futility of explaining it frustrating me. "Because the couple is no longer in sync.
We
were no longer in sync. I wanted more control. She didn't want me to have it. I was so ambitious about my career, traveling around the country doing conferences, presenting papers. We grew apart, and when I did finally try to assert more control, she was already gone emotionally."

"You were just starting to recognize your Dom tendencies?"

"Yes,”  I said, “but not very clearly. Look, I may have been a self-centered asshole, but I never hurt her.
Never
."

"Why were you a self-centered asshole?"

"I spent too much time away. You know…"

"No, I don't."

"I was like my father, Kate,” I said, hating to admit it for I always swore I would never be like him. “I was too busy and neglected her."

"Why? Didn't you love her?"

I shrugged, filled with exasperation. "I don't know. Part of me thinks I did still love her. Part of me thinks I had no idea what love was." I glanced away, remembering so many nights where I stayed longer at work than I had to. How I’d kept my distance emotionally and all we had together was great sex, and even that was starting to be affected by my need for dominance. "I neglected her and she fell out of love with me. She said I was a self-centered prick who cared only about myself."

"Do you agree?"

I nodded, because I had been a self-centered prick. But part of me knew that I was also afraid. Afraid of being hurt. How foolish I’d been. My behavior led directly to my broken heart. "I didn't know what it took to make a relationship work. I'd never seen a marriage. Never knew what a woman wanted, what she expected. I can do sex, Kate. I do it really well. Everything else in a relationship? Not so much."

She nodded as if she understood. "What happened in court? Lara said you got off really lightly."

"Lara helped me,” I said and inhaled deeply. “She's very rational and saw what was happening and set me on the right path. I started training with Lara at that point."

"You already knew her?"

I nodded. "Yes. We were old acquaintances and took classes together during our undergrad years. When I needed a lawyer, I called her. When I needed to be taught how to do this properly, she trained me. Kate, I've never hurt anyone purposely except during training and that was consensual. If anything's happened otherwise, it was an accident. Incidental to what was happening."

"What happened?"

I thought back to all the times when something happened by accident during a scene with one of my submissives. None of the pain my subs experienced, with the exception of the first subs Lara paired me with to test my interest in S&M, had ever been intentional. "A binding a bit too tight. A bruise or abrasion on a wrist or ankle. Nothing permanent. Nothing inflicted on purpose. I've always chosen my subs very carefully. I don't
want
anyone into pain. If a sub needs pain, I refuse to sign. Just D/s. Just pleasure. You can ask Lara for more details if you need them. I'll tell you anything you want to know." I glanced at my cell. "Look, I hate to rush this. I know you need to process this but I have a surgery in a very short time. I want you to come with me. I don’t want to leave you alone right now."

"Come with you where?"

"To the hospital,” I said, not willing to let her go at that point for fear she never answered my cell or texts again and was out of my life permanently. “You can sit in my office while I take care of this procedure. It’s pretty short—only about forty-five minutes. Then I have an hour off before my final surgeries of the day. I want to figure this out."

"I can go back to my apartment and wait there."

"
Come
with me. I don’t want you out of my," I said and hesitated, trying to find the right word. "Out of my
reach
right now."