He slid his fingers into his mouth and sucked off her juices.“I could taste you all fucking day.”
Desperate to be inside her, to remove them from the madness for a little while, he pulled off his underwear and put on a condom.
He needed her.Needed reassurance everything was okay between them.That they were still strong, despite what was going on around them.Cujo lay back beside her.
The bed creaked, and Drea covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a giggle.“You’re making the bed squeak,” she whispered.
“I don’t give a fuck,” he groaned, sliding into her.
Drea gasped as he stretched her, his cock finding home in one long stroke.Cujo’s hand slid around the back of her neck, holding her firmly as he kissed her.He gripped her thigh, and pulled it higher over his hip.
Cujo slid out slowly, all the way until just the tip of him rested inside her.
“I love you like this, Drea.”He pushed back inside her, savored the way she undulated against him, her hips rolling back and forth.Keep that up and this’ll be over before it starts.
“Brody,” she sighed.
“Christ, I fucking love you, Shortcake,” Cujo huffed as he pushed into her faster.Harder.
The bed began to squeak, the only noise above their whispers, their sighs.She shushed him.Twice.The whole neighborhood could hear them and he wouldn’t give a shit.
Cujo lifted higher above her, the angle changing and he brushed up hard against her clit.Her breasts were crushed under his chest.Both hands gripped her ass now, holding her close, spreading her wide as he pounded into her.
The way she clenched against him, the way she breathed his name like he was her fucking salvation had him seconds away from coming, and he wasn’t going there alone.He thrust harder, faster, until her tremors turned into full-blown orgasm.Drea bit his shoulder roughly as she exploded around him.He felt her nails score across his shoulders as she shuddered in delightful waves and he joined her in his own release.
Cujo rolled them onto his back and tightened his arms around her.He pulled the covers over her and kissed her.
“Every time, gorgeous.It’s fucking unbelievable.”
Drea smiled and tucked her head into his neck.“It might be the only thing we agree on.”
***
Cujo let out a soft snore, and Drea pulled the comforter over her mouth to stifle the giggle.She’d never noticed him do that before, and it was reassuring that he wasn’t as perfect as he appeared.The little flaw was positively endearing.
Sex, especially epically great sex with Cujo, usually left her tired.But there was too much in her head.Any attempt she’d made at processing what was going on failed.In the morning, she was going to talk to Cujo and see if she could persuade him to hand the laptop straight over to Carter or Lopes.
Guilt wracked her.She’d put Evelyn in harm’s way.Twice.Once by not being there when the abduction first happened, and twice by informing Don of Evelyn’s whereabouts.How could she have been so foolish?
Still, in spite of everything, the story still intrigued her.Evelyn, Gilliam, Mike, and Walter where ordinary people, just like she was, yet they risked their lives to make a difference.And the pieces of the puzzle called to her.While undercover work was probably not for her, following the leads of the story, making the connections, and networking with people had been challenging… and fun.
Cujo snored again, rolling so he faced her in the half-light from the window.He reached for her in his sleep, and she allowed him to pull her close.
He’d earned his rest.Listening to Cujo and his mom talk had been heartbreaking.So much pain had radiated from both of them that Drea had wanted to hug them both.She prayed they decided their relationship was salvageable and worth the effort.
They had a chance to start over, an opportunity she’d never get with her mom, and one she realized she desperately wanted.Her mom’s illness had ripped that away from them.
Drea looked at the alarm clock.Three thirty.She debated getting out of bed to make some hot milk.
A low thud sounded from the living room.Drea turned in the dark to face the direction it came from.A car drove by outside, but there were no other noises.Cujo’s home was still new to her.It was likely nothing, but given what was going on, she needed to be sure.
She slipped out of Cujo’s arms and moved to the edge of the bed.The wood flooring was cool beneath her feet as she stood.Quietly, she crept to the door to listen.
Drea held her breath.Her heart pounded frantically.
Thud.It sounded like…Oh shit, a drawer being closed.
Silently, she hurried back to the bed and shook Cujo awake.
