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I can’t help it; I start riding his hand with abandon as he pumps his fingers in and out. I’m a whirlwind of whimpers and moans, panting his name with reverence. As I climax, Drew’s sparkly hazel eyes latch onto mine. He tells me ho
w beautiful I am, how lucky he is to have me. I position myself over his length as soon as his fingers are gone, and slowly sink down. When I’ve taken him to the hilt, neither one of us makes a sound. We’re motionless, breathless, simply absorbing the magnitude of this moment.
He takes my face in his hands and pulls me down into a kiss. With our lips locked, I rise up, almost to the tip, before sliding back down again.
“Fucking Christ,” he grunts.
Drew’s big hands wrap around my hips with an almost bruising force, guiding me up and down his cock in steady strokes. Our kisses are sloppy, half the time we’re just breathing against each other’s lips, but neither one of us wants to pull away. The muscles in his legs flex as he braces his feet on the floor and starts thrusting into me. When I take control, he runs circles over my clit and rolls my nipples between his thumb and forefinger.
I throw my head back as I feel my orgasm bursting through. “God...yes...Drew...fuck!”
We’re both almost mindless in our need to come. Drew says my name like a prayer as I finally begin clenching and pulsing around him. Then his movements become jagged as he chases his own release.
“Charlee...fuck...so good.”
He shivers as he spills his seed into me, slowly moving my body up and down, riding out the aftershocks. Once we’ve stilled, Drew pulls me into his bare chest and guides my head to his shoulder. Neither one of us say a word as we catch our breath. We just sit here, feeling our hearts beat against one another’s.
“Christ, that was intense,” I pant.
More like Earth-shattering. Quite possibly the best sex of my life. I’m pretty sure I sounded like a porn star at some point, minus the bad acting. But that’s neither here nor there. The fact remains that Drew Summers and his monster cock just blew my mind. I’ve had some really great sex in my life, but nothing like that. Not even our previous experiences together which are hands down at the top of my inspiration list when I’m engaging in a little ménage à moi. Is it because I’ve realized the depth of my feelings for him? Is that what makes this time so different?
“Intense is an understatement.” Drew strokes his hand through my hair.
I startle as he stands abruptly, dick somehow still inside of me, and carries me down the hall. He sets me down in the middle of my bed, pulling out in the process, leaning over me until I’m on my back. I shamelessly push up, rubbing myself against him as I feel his cock resting heavy on my thigh. Drew chuckles as he brushes his palms over my legs, encouraging me to spread them open as he slides down the bed.
“Whatcha doin’?”
His index finger creeps up my inner thigh. “What’s it look like I’m doing?” His tongue snakes out and licks me from bottom to top. “We skipped this part last time and I’m nothing if not thorough.”
I wave in the general direction of my cockpit. “Well, by all means, proceed, good sir.”
He winks. “The pleasure would be mine, milady.”
He means that too, ladies. Not only is Drew a master pussy eater, but he loves doing it. It’s okay to hate me a little—I would if I were you. Right as I’m about to make a cute joke about medieval wenches, Drew’s tongue lashes out again, making me forget about anything and everything not related to his mouth on my lady bits.
CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
CHARLEE
“Are you sure about this?” Drew asks, staring at my brother’s Suburban parked in front of us.
It’s been three weeks since Brody found out about my relationship with Drew and still no word. Both Drew and I have tried contacting him many times but Brody is being an ass, refusing to respond. Drew is miserable without my brother and according to Rainey, Brody is the same. It’s breaking my heart seeing them like this. I don’t know how much longer I can let this go on before I’m forced to make a decision that will kill me. Before their blow out, Drew and Brody talked every single day, by text or in person. They had tickets to yesterday’s Mariner’s game, but Drew wound up selling them because he didn’t want to go without his best friend.
We just pulled up to my parents’ house. Rainey thought Sunday breakfast with my family was our best chance of getting Brody to stop ignoring us and face the issue at hand. I don’t necessarily agree, but I suppose having an audience will keep him in check. Especially if that audience is our mother. Rainey reminded me that I have dirt on Brody since he’s so afraid to tell our mom about the baby. Because of that, she assures me that he’s going to keep his mouth shut about my wedding. What great kids we are, huh?
“It’ll be fine.” I don’t know who I’m trying to convince more—me or him.
“That wasn’t very convincing, Charlee.”
Damn it.
I shift to face him. “I need to tell my parents about our relationship. Trust me; it’s much better to do this now than have Brody blurt it out at some point in the future. My mom already loves you so I’m sure she’ll be thrilled. Hell, she’ll probably take credit for it since she tried pushing us together at Christmas. And my dad doesn’t care who I’m with as long as I’m treated well. And who knows? Maybe Brody will see how happy were are together and change his mind. It’s worth a shot.”
He grabs my hand. “Yeah...I guess.”
Things are getting a little heavy so I try lightening the mood. “My nonna might be a little jealous that I got to you first, though, so you should prepare for that.”
He slams his head against the seat and whimpers. “I forgot about your grandma. Please keep her away from me. I can’t deal with your brother and a handsy old lady at the same time.”
