His entire body bowed, and I ground against him, rubbing that magic spot I knew so well. He shuddered and shook while cum splashed my fingers and puddled in my hand.
And then I was coming too, white-hot pleasure searing me from the inside out as my orgasm roared out of my tip and into his channel.
When we both came back, we were slumped against the shower wall, my dick still buried inside him and my fist full of cum.
Exhaling thickly, I kissed over his shoulder and to the base of his neck. He tilted his head, and I took the opportunity to suck a bruise right above his collarbone.
When I lifted my head, Drew turned to cuddle into my chest. I hugged him close before pulling back so we could kiss long, slow, and deep while warm water rained over our tangled limbs.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you more,” he whispered back.
I didn’t even bother to tell him it just wasn’t possible.
7
Drew
You knowwhat I liked about my sister? Besides everything—though her choice in men was questionable—it was her keen eye for good stuff.
Yeah, yeah, you could argue that Braeden also qualified as “good stuff,” but I wasn’t arguing. I was too comfortable.
You know why I was too comfortable? Besides the fact that I was naked and in T’s arms.
Wait. What the hell is wrong with me? Going on and on instead of getting to the point.
Dick-drunk.
Mmhmm, T put me out here in la-la land with that dick of his. Fuck, was he good at that.
Sheets. I’m trying to tell you that the sheets covering our California king bed were utter perfection. Soft, slightly silky, and cool to the touch. Slipping between them without a scrap of fabric covering my body was one of life’s many pleasures. The blanket and duvet over them were also top-notch, so much so that Andi called our bed a fluffy cloud.
After a long day, being tucked between these high-quality threads with my naked man was pretty much perfection. I mean, I didn’t even miss French fries.
What did this have to do with Ivy? She’d picked out all this bedding, duh. Girl was a certified shopaholic.
Trent’s palm grazed along the side of my thigh, curving over my hip and settling where my waist dipped in above it. “What’s going on in that blond head of yours?”
“I like this bed,” I replied, voice sounding just as dick-drunk as the rest of me felt.
Right after our heated shower, we hastily dried and stumbled into bed in the dark. Overhead, the ceiling fan whirred, and Ketchup snored at the foot of the bed. We were on our sides facing each other, blankets piled high and creating a soft separation between us and the rest of the world.
“I like you in this bed.”
There he went again. A professional one-upper. Probably why Gamble kept giving him raises.
“You think Andi will sleep through the night?” I asked. After what she’d gone through earlier, I’d be surprised if she did.
“We should probably put some clothes on just in case she crawls into bed with us.”
“Not yet,” I said, scooting closer until our chests were pressed together. “Five more minutes.”
Trent laughed under his breath, the sexy rumble doing unexplained things to my insides. I draped my arm over his waist and pushed my leg between his. He tugged me closer, adjusting so his leg was pinning my lower half and his arm was around me with nimble fingers carding through my damp hair.
“People always talk about when babies won’t sleep through the night or when they hit the terrible twos,” I murmured, drawing patterns on Trent’s chest with my fingers. “No one ever talks about how hard it is when your kids get older. When theywant to use that independence you tried so hard to teach them. You suddenly worry that you weren’t enough and the world is just too cruel.”
Trent’s entire hand enveloped the back of my head, rubbing against my scalp as he hummed over my words. “There is not a timeline in the entire universe where you are not enough.”
