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“You haven’t hurt me before, not really,” I tell him. “Pushed me, shocked me definitely, but otherwise? I feel safe here with you.”
Draven closes his eyes almost in pain before looking down at me. “If you knew what I want to do with you, I don’t think you’d think that. It says a lot about the bullshit Mav and Atlas have put you through, that you think I’ve not hurt you. I was kind of a dick to you early on,” he admits.
“You didn’t have all the facts.” I shrug. Draven sits up, pulling me onto his lap. His cock is hard against my ass in my T-shirt and panties, but I’ve learned he’s almost always thick and hard.
“You don’t either,” he sighs. “I worry I’m not good enough for you. My relationship with Lyrica was pretty toxic and I’ve never really dated anyone else before that. What if I suck at this?”
Smirking, I shake my head, moving to straddle him. His big hands encircle my waist and hips, his thumbs playing with my panty line.
“You’re worried about taking me on dates, spending time with me, and making sure I’m okay. I don’t think you suck at this at all,” I say.
“Your standards are set too low,” he grumbles.
“Eh, or just perfect,” I giggle, gasping as his thumb dips underneath my panties.
“I don’t think I’m perfect,” he says, looking worried.
“I’ll be the judge of that. Tell me what has you so worried?” I ask him.
“Is it wrong that I don’t miss her? We were together for a long time, and I just feel relief that we have a sea between Lyrica and I now,” Draven mutters.
“It doesn’t sound like things were very good toward the end, so it’s not wrong at all.”
“We were always high, she was always upset at me for something,” he sighs. “I’m pretty sure she was depressed too, and the drugs were just making it worse. I didn’t care enough to push her to get help. When I found her on the floor that night…”
I wait, struggling not to wiggle. I don’t think he realizes what his hands are doing right now.
“I was terrified to find her lips blue,” he says, his eyes unseeing as he pushes up my crop top. I was supposed to be napping, but that definitely isn’t happening.
“Lyrica wasn’t moving or responding, and she had some new designer drug dangling from her fingers. I left her a few hours before that because she broke up with me, said I was worthless and she didn’t love me anymore. If I had been there…”
“She would have found a new drug and overdosed at another time,” I whisper. I don’t know this woman, or if this was a plea for help. Maybe it was accidental? I have no way of knowing though.
“Maybe,” he grunts. At least I know he can still hear me as he visits his past. “After my initial terror and screaming for help, I thought maybe this was for the best. Maybe I’d finally be free of her. What kind of terrible person am I?”
“You’re not terrible,” I deny. “You were someone pushed to the brink of what they could deal with. She is getting the help she needs now, right?”
“Yeah,” he says, lost to his thoughts. “I visited her once in the hospital before we left London. Lyrica told me I needed to cut her loose. We agreed not to contact each other anymore, and leave the past where it belongs.”
“It sounds like she was doing you a favor,” I murmur, brushing his hair off of his forehead.
“Maybe? It feels like something between us just died along the way. I don’t want that to happen to us, and I’m worried the things I like or want will be too much,” he explains.
If this was even a few days ago, I’d worried it was because of inexperience, but Tyler and he offered to fuck me like they were my bookends not too long ago.
I definitely need some of that in my life.
Shivering at the thought, I struggle not to grind against his erection.
“Hit me with it,” I tell him, my voice low and thick. Draven smirks, rocking me over his cock.
“Is my gorgeous girl feeling needy?” he teases me as Tyler slips into the room.
“This conversation sounds like it’s getting good,” Tyler chuckles. “Everything okay here? I see that a nap isn’t happening.”
“It’s too late to nap now, and my brain is loud,” I complain. Since I’m up, I’m invested in what Draven looks so uncomfortable about.
“I wanted to talk about limits… during sex,” Draven winces.
