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I love Lizzy. I tried to force myself to fallinlove with her, but I can’t. Now, close to two years after the gala, she’s head over heels for me, and I’m faking it with her and fucking my best friend on the side.
The only time I’ve been faithful to Lizette was when we first started dating, and Drew wanted nothing to do with me. He didn’t stay away for long, and when he came back, I tried not to kiss him, not to touch him—tried not to fuck him and get fucked in return–but I couldn’t hold out.
Which makes me the biggest prick on the planet, honestly.
Guilt and shame heat my face as I remember how we got together, and everything I’ve done to her behind her back since. I’m about to text her something more substantial when there’s a faint knock at the door.
And just like that, my guilt is replaced with uncontrollable, insatiable lust.
I spring up and rush to the door. I should check the peephole, but I don’t. I know who’s here, and I’m not wasting a second.
Drew slides into my room and shuts the door. He leans his large, muscular frame against the door and grins at me despite his tired eyes and the tipsy tilt in his step.
I want to put my hands all over him. I want to massage his abs with my fingertips and smell his after-show scent and bite his bottom lip. But I was in control earlier. He knows that it’s his turn now, so I stand there and wait impatiently for him to make his move.
He takes a step toward me. Drew still has one of his nose rings in, but the other one closed a long time ago. There’s a faint scar from where his lip piercing used to be, and I miss it sometimes. Then again, it was replaced with a tongue ring, so I can’t complaintoomuch.
Drew’s breath lands on me and I inhale an intoxicating blend of vodka, sandalwood, and sweat. My stomach rolls and my skin burns.
“Miss me?” Drew asks. His voice is low and gravelly as he closes the gap between us, centimeter by harrowing centimeter.
I lose the ability to speak as my eyes slide up to meet his. There’s heat and longing in those light brown eyes, and I want to slide into each iris. Drew drags his lower lip in between his teeth and bites down a chuckle.
He kisses me so tenderly, I’m not sure if it’s even a kiss at first. The touch is the opposite of how we acted together earlier. Drew leans his whole body into me, only leaning his head down a bit to meet my slightly shorter height. His calloused hands cup my jaw in soft strokes as he kisses me and kisses me, taking in my very essence. My arms circle around his waist and I tug him closer into my body. Every inch of my skin needs to feel every inch of his. I’ll never be satisfied until it does.
My hand massages his tight ass, which has him moaning into my mouth in seconds. I smile against his lips. Drew deepens our kiss and slides his tongue into my mouth, grazing it delicately over my own, and then he moves to flick the roof of my mouth. I moan right back and push him into the door.
“I missed you so fucking much.” My voice isn’t my own and comes out in ragged breaths like I just ran a marathon.
Drew leaves a trail of wet kisses from behind my ear down to my chest, then works his way up the front of my neck with his tongue. He stops near my Adam’s apple and nips at my tender skin.
“I know you did. You practically jumped me earlier,” he laughs into my neck. It’s that same laugh that’s taken over my body and soul ever since I heard it for the first time nearly ten years ago. It makes me want to jump him all over again, but I know that Drew is aching to be in control, so I let him have the reins.
Drew comes back up and brushes his nose against mine. His full lips breathe against my own, and I’ve never seen a human more fucking gorgeous in my whole life. His hair is wild and sticky, and I run my hands through it to make it crazier. In the midnight shadows, his bronze skin looks violet. He kisses me again, gently, and presses me against him as much as possible.
“I have a birthday present for you,” I manage to say after a few more minutes of making out and touching. It’s an innocent act for us, but it shows how much we missed each other. I’d be content if I spent the whole night just like this, but no—he will have to retreat back to his room eventually.
Drew leans his head back against the door, his nose ring glittering in the little light from the room. His eyes are relaxed, his smile smug. “You do, do you?”
I walk my way over to my suitcase on the ground and rummage around in the giant bag for a while before I find it. Drew sits on the bed as I feel at the wrapped disc in my bag, making sure the paper hasn’t come apart before handing him his present.
The small package is wrapped in newspaper. With a few markers, I drew hearts and music notes on it.
“You didn’t need to get me anything,” he murmurs.
With a halfhearted shrug, I join him on the bed. Heat settles between our bodies as we sit side by side. We aren’t touching, but we’re close enough to feel the electricity that pulses between us. I want to push him down on the bed and straddle him, but I resist as he tears into the present.
As soon as he sees it, he laughs so hard I think he might cry. A beautiful, wide smile and crinkling eyes decorate his face as he looks down at the dinghy CD. It’s Blink-182’sEnema of the State—an original copy autographed by Mark, Matt, and Travis themselves.
“Dude! No way?” Drew swats at my arms and practically knocks me off the bed. He forgets his strength sometimes, especially these days because of his consistent lifting regimen. “How the hell did you get this?”
A shit ton of time on eBay. “I have my ways.”
He sets the CD down on the side table and then leans over to me. He wastes no time and kisses me in a way that tells me he wants me so much that he can’t stand it. I don’t know why, but it’s always been this way with us. Before I can catch my breath, he pushes me down onto my back, and he’s on top of me.
Who needs to breathe, right?
We grind against each other for several blissful minutes, and the noises that evade his lips make me crazy. He finally lifts me and pulls off my shirt and undershirt, then trails his fingers down my chest at an achingly slow pace. Drew bends down and leaves gentle bites from my chest down to the waistband of my pants, and I truly wish he’d bite me harder, but then that would leave Lizette with questions tomorrow. I push the thoughts of her from my brain immediately. There isn’t room in my head for guilt. Not right now.
Drew rubs me through my jeans and looks up at me with a wicked, lopsided grin. He licks his lips and I notice the tongue ring. I’m harder than ever when he undoes my zipper.
“Want to take a shower?” he whispers to me.
Fuck, yes.
