I really wanted this, wanted Drew. My best friend. The nightmares had been replaced by hot dreams of my best friend. My hot as fuck best friend who rocked my world and showed me, little by little, that I accepted too little my entire life. I dreamed of the filthy, sexy, sweet things he’d whisper in my ear while his cock pumped in and out of me and I wanted it.
All of it.
I didn’t know what would happen next and that sense of urgency made me want to go after something—just one thing—that I wanted in this life. I didn’t know what would happen, not with Halloran and not with Ruiz, no clue what either man would do when—if—they found me. I didn’t know if I was intruding on Drew’s life by being here or if he was being the same good guy he’d always been. Not that he would tell me either way and as much as I wanted to believe otherwise, I didn’t know him anymore.
But what I did know was that I wanted him, just for me.
I stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom, heart pounding until I realized the room was empty. Relief and anxiety pulsed through me and tangled up rightbehind my heart. I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders, steeling my nerves.
I couldn’t chicken out now.
“Drew,” I called out nervously.
There was a long pause before he spoke. “Yeah?”
I inhaled a deep breath and as I let it out, I removed Drew’s oversized t-shirt. “Can you come up here for a second? I need your help.” My legs shook but the cool air kissed my skin and hardened my nipples while my body buzzed with anticipation.
His footsteps on the stairs came slow and heavy, and then he was there in the doorway. Frozen solid as his chest heaved, and his eyes darkened as they dragged over me as if he was cataloging every inch of me before he came closer. His jaw clenched tight and his big hands curled into fists at his side. “Mace,” he growled.
I stood a little taller at the darkness in his voice, pushed my chest out a little more and slowly exhaled. Again. “Drew,” I began, forcing the words out syllable by syllable. “I really, really want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
“I’ve been having dirty dreams about you,” I continued, heart hammering against my chest. “For the past few days, ever since I sucked you off. And if you still want me—”
The rest of the sentence never made it out.
Drew crossed the room in two strides and kissed me like he’d been holding back for days. Like he’d finally run out of reasons not to.
And me? I melted into him, hands fisting in his hair, the world around us shrinking until it was me and Drew and the truth of our desire for each other pulsing inside the suddenly suffocating room. The kiss consumed me all over again and all I could do was hang on to his broad shoulders, satisfied to know we were in this together.
“What do you want?” he asked as he trailed a path of fire from my lips down my throat and across my collarbone. “Tell me, Mace.”
That was easy. “You, Drew. I just want you.”
“Fuck, I want you too Mace. I wasn’t sure you’d ever say the words but I’m so fucking glad you did.” His words came out rough and hungry, setting my whole body on fire. “You smell so good,” he said as he inhaled at my throat. “You feel even better.”
My body trembled with need at his words. Nobody had ever wanted me this bad before, I was sure of that, and his words pushed me closer to the edge. “That’s my line,” I whimpered when his lips kept moving down my body. “You were always good-looking, but you got hot. And hard.
Oh!” I cried out when one finger slid between my thighs into where I was hot and wet. “Yes,” I moaned.
Drew rewarded me with a second finger, slowly pumping in and out of me. “You think I’m hot.”
I arched a brow in his direction, too turned on to do much else. “You know what you look like, Drew. You’re beautiful.”
“Nah, that’s you Mace. The most beautiful fucking girl in the world and you have no clue.”
I didn’t know if it was his words or the way he said them as his fingers curled inside my pussy, but my back arched off the bed and I cried out. “Now I know you’re crazy,” I told him, panting hard as he pushed me closer to orgasm.
“You’re just blind when it comes to yourself, but I see you.” He pumped faster into me, using his thumb to tease my clit. “I always have.”
He had always seen me, but I never knew he thought I was beautiful. “Drew,” I moaned, moving my hips in time with his fingers. “Oh fuck, yes!”
He smiled. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love it.”
I was too turned on to be embarrassed about how hot I was for him, how wet I was, and how loud the sound was in the quiet bedroom. “It’s all for you.”
His nostrils flared and he leaned forward, teeth scraping against my stomach and up to my breasts. His mouth wrapped around one nipple, and he sucked so hard I saw stars just before my orgasm exploded out of me.
