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He plays with a lock of my hair. “What happened?”
“I’ve never told anyone this story before so you cannot repeat this.”
“I would never do anything to break your trust, Charlee. You know that, right?”
“I do.” I take a fortifying breath. “It’s just embarrassing to admit that I was so clueless. When I was twenty-three, I met this guy. We were together for about a year and everything was going well. I thought we could actually have a future together. Until the day he dumped me on my ass with no warning.”
Drew frowns. “Why?”
I laugh humorlessly. “That’s the best part. When I asked if he could ever see us getting married one day, he laughed in my face. Told me he could never get seriously involved with someone like me. According to him, I was the girl that guys fuck around with before settling down with the forever girl. I swore too much, I was too opinionated, too hot-tempered, and too wild to be marriage material. Oh, and I cooked for a living, which to him, wasn’t prestigious enough. Never mind the fact that my job pays a competitive wage, it helped me buy this condo at twenty-two, and I love what I do. None of that mattered to him. When I asked why he’d led me on, his exact words were, ‘Because you look great on my arm, even better naked on my bed, and you’re a fantastic lay. I’m not stupid enough to give that up until I have to. Evidently, that day has arrived.’”
Drew’s nostrils flare. “Motherfucker.”
“Anyway, I casually dated a few guys after him and they were exactly the same. It only took a couple of months before they’d make little suggestions here and there to modify my behavior. It quickly became obvious they were trying to mold me into some type of Stepford wife. After that, I figured it was much easier to avoid relationships altogether. I’d much rather find someone to scratch an itch when need be, than be told that I’m not good enough, yet again.”
He runs his thumbs alongside my jaw. “You know those guys are complete assholes, right? That you’re absolutely perfect just the way you are?”
“I love who I am,” I assure him. “They didn’t give me a complex or whatever. But no one likes hearing that they don’t measure up, especially from someone who’s supposed to have their back, so I chose not to put myself in such a vulnerable position again.”
He gives me a sad smile. “So, how do two people who’ve both sworn off relationships wind up getting married?”
I shrug. “I don’t know, Drew. When we’re together, I feel like nothing makes sense, yet everything makes sense. The rules don’t seem to apply.”
He kisses my temple. “That’s a great way to summarize it.”
I slide my hands beneath his t-shirt, scratching my nails over each rippled ab. “Can we be done talking about sad stuff and asshole exes now?”
Drew slides his hands up the back of my shirt and deftly unclasps my bra. “What’d you want to do instead?”
My body bows toward his as he moves to the front and brushes his thumbs over my nipples. “Fuck me, Drew.”
What? Do you think I should’ve said something a bit more delicate? I’m still me for shit’s sake.
He pulls my shirt over my head, throwing it on the floor. His shirt and my bra join it almost immediately after. As he takes my nipple into his mouth, he mumbles, “I’d be honored, sweetheart.” He lifts his head up to look me in the eyes. “I don’t know if you remember me saying this on our wedding night, but you’re it for me. That was not the alcohol talking.
“If you haven’t already figured it out, I fucking love every damn thing about you. You fucking own me. I’ve never said that to another woman before, and I know you may think it’s too soon, but at the risk of sounding like a pussy, I don’t want to keep it to myself anymore.”
“You couldn’t be a pussy if you tried, Drew.” I lean down to place a soft kiss on his lips. “And I’m glad you told me. I don’t think it’s too soon.”
“You don’t?”
I shake my head. “I don’t. Do you know why?”
He groans when I grind into his lap. “Why?”
My fingers run over his shoulders, before bringing his hands back to my breasts. “Because I feel it, too. You fucking own me, too.”
Huh. Look at that; my heart did recognize its match before my head did. Thanks for finally catching up, head.
He tests the weight of me in his palms. “Fuck, I need to be inside of you.”
I moan. “Right there with ya, Big Guy.”
I lift off his lap and quickly lose my shorts and panties. Kneeling between his legs, I peel off his basketball shorts and boxers. His cock springs up, tall and proud, and absolutely fucking beautiful. As I lean down to take the head into my mouth, Drew pulls me back onto his lap, my knees resting on each side of him.
“Hey!” I gripe. “I wasn’t finished down there.”
Drew smiles. “I love your thought process, but I might actually burst into flames if I don’t get inside of you.” I sigh as he dips two fingers inside of me, testing my readiness. “Fuck, Charlee.”
