And then he was so close with his arms wrapped around me. “I’m so fucking sorry you still have to carry this shit with you, Mace.” I heard the anguish in his voice and that was exactly what I didn’t want to happen.
I felt his cock, long and thick, against my ass and my eyes slammed shut. “Me too, but having you here helps.” Even now, with inconvenient desire rising up, having him here helped more than he knew. More than I could ever put into words.
He shut off the water and wrapped a towel around me, holding me like I was something precious to him. I let him guide me back to the bedroom where fresh sheets covered the bed. “Arms up,” he instructed and then slid one of his t-shirts over my head.
“Thank you, Drew.”
“Anytime, Mace.” He gave me a gentle push until I climbed into bed, and he climbed in behind me, pulling me close. “Get some sleep, Mace.”
I nodded and turned to him, laying my head over his chest, sighing softly when his heavy arm wrapped protectively around me.
Drew fell asleep quickly and the sounds of his even breaths eventually lulled me into a dark, dreamless sleep.
Chapter Fifteen
Vandal
Iwoke up with Macy’s body sprawled across mine and her hot pussy burning into my thigh, tempting me beyond all fucking reason. One leg was hooked over my thigh, her hip pressed close against mine with her head tucked under my chin. Every exhale released a puff of breath against my chest that was as intoxicating as her fresh scent.
All night I’d slept with her in my arms and I fucking loved it. I’d woken up a few times throughout the night and each time Macy was sleeping peacefully in my arms. She hadn’t stirred or woken up even once all night, which made me feel like a fucking rockstar.
Even now, she was deep asleep and completely unaware of the fact that her pussy was driving me to madness and making my mouth water.
I stared at the ceiling and exhaled slowly, pretending I wasn’t painfully hard for my best friend. It was the kind of ache that crawled into your spine and fucked with your control. Hell, it was damn near daring me to lose control.
She shifted, making a soft sexy sound that did nothing to stop my cock from expanding. From wanting. She burrowed closer and I bit back another groan. My fingers dug into her hips and she stirred again, but this time she froze. “Oh shit,” she murmured sleepily, pushing up to look at me. “Did I push you to the edge of the bed?”
“Again?” I asked on a quiet laugh. “It’s cool, Mace. You’ve always been a secret cuddler.” It didn’t matter how we fell asleep, usually back to back, I always woke up with Macy’s body pressed against mine.
“Not all that secret,” she replied with a sleep smile. “You’re always so warm,” she insisted before snuggling back against me with full trust I wouldn’t harm her.
“That’s what you say every single time,” I teased. “You could just say you like cuddling me.”
“I do,” she moaned. “Despite being all hard muscles you are extremely cuddle-able.” She moved her arm around me, and it brushed my cock, still hard. Still aching. “Oh, um, sorry?”
I let out another sharp laugh. “Are you asking me?”
Her smile came slowly and unrepentant, followed by a short laugh. “I don’t know but I know that I’m not really sorry.”
“Neither am I,” I admitted. “But I told you when and how it would happen.” There was no point pretending I didn’t want to fuck her, I did. She wanted it too, but the ball was in her court. She had to decide.
Heat flared in her violet eyes. “You want me to beg.” It wasn’t a question. She knew what I wanted.
“Only if you want me and my cock so bad that you’re willing to beg for it.”
She licked her lips, eyes bright. “Is that like your kink, having me beg?” It was a loaded question, one I couldn’t possibly fucking answer with her brushing her knuckles back and forth across my cock.
“No, but I don’t mind having a woman so crazy for me that she’s begging for my cock.” I held her gaze. “I want you to want me, Macy. Not just comfort. You feel me?”
She nodded, eyes wide and pulse racing in her throat.
“If you don’t want it that bad,” I told her and flexed so my cock pushed back, “then ignore this.”
She laughed and shook her head. “As if I could ignore this.” She stared at my cock straining against my boxers and smiled as if she’d just realized her own little joke. “I remember what you said,” she began slowly and reached inside my waistband. Her hand gripped my cock and freed him. “You saidwhen you finally get inside me.” She stroked my cock like he was her long lost friend.
“Macy,” I growled, my voice a warning. For her to stop or keep going, I had no fucking clue.
“Drew,” she sighed, leaning forward until she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock.
