Drew nods with his lips still on mine as he turns me around and presses me against the door. "I ran here," he says without pulling away.
I freeze, slowly leaning back. I look between his eyes as he creases his brow, his chest heaving. "You ran to me," I whisper.
He sweeps his lips past mine gently. "It was the only thing I thought would help."
Without thinking, I drop to my knees like I've wanted to since the moment he got here. Drew inhales sharply as his palms naturally fly to the door behind me. His joggers do nothing to hide the way he feels about me being trapped between his steel thighs and the wall, which only encourages me more.
Bringing my mouth to the outline of his cock through the cotton, I blow out a warm breath from the back of my throat feeling him twitch underneath me. "Oh, shit," Drew hisses as I dip my hands into his waistband. "God, I fucking missed you today."
"I'm sorry I couldn't stay after the game."
"Don't be," he pants as I slide the back of my fingertips across the sensitive skin below his drawstring. "You just make everything better."
I peer up at him, and he slides one hand past my cheek into my hair. "You do," he reassures, his voice and his eyes both full of sincerity.
He brushes his thumb past my cheek, and I white-knuckle the fabric. Dropping my gaze to his chest briefly, I lick my lips before rubbing themtogether. "I think I just might like you, Twelve," I say matter-of-factly despite the burn in my chest as I admit that out loud.
I peer back up at him, and when I do, the corners of his lips are turned up, his blue eyes steady on me. "Oh, I definitelylikeyou, Mystery Girl."
With that as momentum, I drag his sweatpants to his knees and take his cock in my hand. Drew groans as I push spit through my lips, letting it drip onto his tip before taking all of him to the back of my throat. Bringing his palm back to the door, he hangs his head between his arms, watching as I slide my mouth back up, rolling my tongue up the length of him. I drag my teeth gently past the last inch before reaching around and pulling his firm ass toward me to thrust him back in.
"Fuck, baby."
Drew lets his eyes fall closed as his lips part, short breaths passing them in quick bursts. His voice is borderline breathless, his brow creased, momentum causing his hair to sway in front of his face.
I bob my mouth up and down as I scan his expression, realizing each time I do, I'm taking away a piece of his pain. Each stroke's an opinion. Every lick and suck is a comment or headline or somebody's assumption. Drew needs this. He needsme. And I'm realizing just how muchIneedthat.
I get lost in the thought, continuing my motion at a relentless pace, and Drew's legs tighten on either side of me. "Holy shit, Brooke. Don't stop," he begs, bringing his hand to the back of my head.
Emotions swirl inside of me, this whole experience—this whole damn day—somewhat transcendent. I take him as far as I can once more, his cock hitting the back of my throat, and tears brim my eyes for maybe both of those reasons. Drew holds me to him gently as he empties inside me, and when he's finished, I swallow all of it—his release in more ways than one.
Drew pulls out slowly, his hand cradling the back of my head, then he rakes his fingers into my hair and tugs me upward. I stand to meet him, and he kisses me hard, swirling his tongue inside my mouth to meet mine.
"God, I really fucking like you, baby." He kisses me once more. "And I fuckinglovetasting my cum on your lips."
I hum into him, reaching for the hem of his shirt, then pull it over his head. "Better?" I ask. Drew drags his joggers back around his waist, and when our gaze meets, I know he understands what I'm asking.
"Not really," he sighs, pulling me to him. "But fuck it. And fuck them. If you keep showing up, that's all I need."
With that, he wraps his arms around my ass and lifts me up. I fold my legs around his waist, and he carries me through the living room. As we move down the hallway, my eyes trail each frame hung sporadically, and my thoughts from earlier jump to the forefront of my mind.
My mind told me to panic. That I never get this deep with others like where I'm headed with Drew. But this wall is full of people I've completely let in. There's Blake and Selah of course, who has my whole heart. But there's also Alex, Cooper, and even Tessa in these frames. It might not come naturally—maybe I'm harder to crack—but I'm capable. And when I do, you're in for life.
The people on this wall are stuck with me. I've opened up my heart to them, and they've burrowed inside to make a permanent spot. But what does scare me now, is that I find myself looking for a spot to put Drew.
"Stay over," I blurt as we make it to the bedroom and I fall from his arms.
Drew lets out a chuckle that's almost a growl as he walks to the bed and sits down. "You couldn't kick me out if you tried," he says, extending his arm.
My eyes drop to his hand, and without hesitation, I leap for it. He smiles as he pulls me between his legs where he's already hard again for me. "Youdolike me, don't you?" he says, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my hip.
I rock into him, needy for more and drop my arms around his shoulders. "Yeah, Twelve. I definitely do."
30
Drew
"Dad, enough. I'm not talking about this," I say, my heart pumping way too hard because of him this early in the morning.
