“Well, I never stopped loving you, babe.”
And just like that, we both burst into laughter. Only Drew knew how to break through the tension.
“Come on. Let’s go back to your place and practice making another baby.”
With me curled against his chest, the water lapping behind us, we made our way to his car.
Back at my apartment, Drew paid Molly like he’d been doing that sort of thing for years.
“Have fun, Claire ... I mean, Jules,” Molly said, adding a wink as he opened the door for her to leave.
Oh God, my sitter is thinking about me having sex.I turned to look for Drew, but he was MIA.
It didn’t take me long to figure out where he was—a small sliver of light from the nearly closed door to Darla’s room gave him a way. He found his way in there each and every time he came over.
I pushed the door open and there he was, sitting on the edge of Darla’s bed, watching her sleep. His gaze didn’t move from her chest rising and falling. His hand rested on her foot, and I saw his thumb running figure eights over the blanket.
A little wobbly with emotion, I made my way to him, pretending I wasn’t having the urge to make another baby STAT. He sensed my nearness and brought his free arm around the back of my thighs, but never pulled his gaze from Darla.
It was in this tender moment of truth that I decided to make my family whole. It was time to set my wrongs right, no matter what it meant for me in the long run. There was no way Drew wasn’t in it for forever with Darla.
He bent over and placed a kiss on her forehead, then stood and whispered, “Let’s go to bed.”
Inside my room, I became the aggressor. A puma born in a woman’s body, I needed to claim my man. I shut the door quietly, turning the lock and pushing his back into the wood. Before he could put his mouth on my lips, I dropped to the floor, my knees hitting the carpet and my hand going for the zipper of his jeans.
My fingers grazed his abdomen, pushing his white Henley shirt up and exposing his tanned skin. With my index finger, I circled his navel and traced a path down his pleasure trail. Adding my thumb to the mix, I undid his button and drew his zipper down.
There he was on display in front of me—hard, reaching, ready, and commando.
When he sifted his fingers through my hair, I looked up at him.
“Jules, baby, you have no idea what this sight does to me.”
I didn’t answer, just opened my mouth and grasped his length in my hand, guiding it toward my lips. At first, I teased the tip and taunted his hardness, pumping up and down, barely able to reach my fingers all the way around his girth.
When he let out a low moan, I took all of him. This time, he released a growl, and that was all I needed to keep taking him deep. With long, languid movements, I brought him to climax. I think he warned me it was going to happen, but I was way too into the moment. I kept at it until he released down the back of my throat.
Before I could register anything but the sublime pleasure on his face, Drew hoisted me up and onto the bed, returning the favor before making love to me.
Twice.
Drew
Jules was still asleep when I awoke a little before six. I slipped out of bed, checked on Darla, and left a note that I went to the gym. I snatched my gym bag from the trunk and was there as soon as they opened the doors.
Ignoring the blonde on my right, I beat the shit out of the elliptical. It was crazy ... I’d slept only a handful of hours after having the best head ever and blowing my load twice, and yet I’d never felt younger.
It could have also been because I couldn’t wait to get back. The faster and harder I worked out, the sooner I’d be with my girls.
“Hey, Drew,” the girl at the desk called after me as I made my way to leave. “Where’ve you been?”
“With my daughter—and wife-to-be.”
She had zero response.
In my car on the way back, I decided to put an addition on my house. I needed a home gym. I didn’t like this bullshit of leaving in the morning anymore.
“Morning,” Jules said in a hushed voice when I walked back into the apartment.
