“Oh fuck, oh fuck. Babe I’m so close.”
He holds my head in both of his hands and takes control of my pace. I let him. It’s also his consolation prize. He tries to make me go faster, and I oblige while pressing one finger inside his ass. I can feel the moment his body tenses.
“Drew, oh God. Yes, that’s it.” He thrusts deep into my throat once, twice, then he unleashes in my mouth, and I hurry to swallow every drop of his release.
He pulls away, breathing heavily, watching me through eyes heavy with desire as I pull myself up and reach for my cock. He follows my movements with a feral expression.
“Look what you do to me,” I say, my voice raspy with need. “Sucking you, got me so hard. Seeing you fall apart for me.” I stroked myself faster, feeling my orgasm rushing up my spine like a freight train flying off the tracks.
“Ryan! Oh fuck!” My whole body tenses up as my cum sprays across his stomach and groin. Panting hard, I lean into his chest, trying to keep myself upright.
Crawling into bed with Ryan after a satisfying shower, knowing he doesn’t have any place to be tomorrow, I’m already dreaming of waking up with his body curled into mine.
RYAN
I wake up the next morning at the sound of someone cursing. Looking around the room, I notice the other side of the bed is empty, and the cursing is coming from the kitchen. I get up and look around for something to wear. My side of the closet is still empty, and so is what used to be my drawer. I stare at the bare side of the closet. Drew didn't even try to push his clothes over to fill the space. He just left it there like he knew I would need it back at some point.
Is now that point? Am I ready for that? Fuck, what do I want? I think about last night. It was so good. We were having so much fun. Is it possible for him to keep this work-life balance in place? Or is he going to turn back into a workaholic when the next big case comes around?
"I could hear your thoughts from downstairs," Drew's voice comes from behind me. I haven't moved. I'm just standing naked in the middle of the bedroom, staring into the wardrobe.
“Fuck, would you knock or something? You scared the shit outta me.”
He lifts his hands in a gesture of surrender and walks over to his dresser, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a plain white T-Shirt and handing them to me.
“I did call your name, but you were thinking so loud, you couldn’t hear me.” My cheeks blush pink as my eyes flick back to the wardrobe again.
“Stop, sweetheart, you’re overthinking this.”
"Am I, though? Everything's been…so great, but I can't help wondering how long it will last, you know? And I know you're trying, Drew, I do, I see it," He stops my tirade, pressing his fingers lightly to my lips before planting a soft kiss on them.
“Tell you what,” he steps closer to me and starts to massage my shoulders, “You get dressed, we’ll have breakfast, and then… I want to take you somewhere.” I open my mouth to say something, but he cuts me off with another kiss.
“Don’t ask where,” He gestures to his lips and pretends to close them with a key.“Just go on an adventure with me. I’ll even swing by Nyx’s place so you can change out of my sweats. I have plans for the whole day, pretty boy,” he whispers in my ear. “Just you and me.”
“Well, since it’s for the whole day, it’s only fair for you to feed me,” I say with laughter, and he kisses me one last time before leaving me to get dressed.
After a breakfast of Drew’s specialty, an omelet with bacon, we shower and head to Nyx’s place so I can grab a change of clothes quickly before heading out again on this so-called adventure. Drew still won’t tell me where we are going, so I just sit back and hum along with the radio, not bothering to pay attention to where we are headed. I kind of like the idea of being surprised again. Drew has been doing this a lot over the last few days, and I like it.
When we finally pull to a stop, my eyes gaze around to try and figure out where we are. It looks like the back of some warehouse or something. I arch a brow in Drew’s direction, but he just laughs and gets out of the car. Walking around the front of the building, I stop dead in my tracks. I feel Drew’s hand sliding into mine as he pauses at my side, and we both look up at the massive sign across the large double doors.
“Drew, why are we at an animal shelter?” I ask turning my whole body to look at him.
"Well, sweetheart, I think it's time we got that dog, don't you? I'm going to be able to work from home a lot more. I already cleared that with John and Eric and Pete has already volunteered for dog walking duties on days we are both busy."
I'm stunned, speechless. He's talking about us getting a pet. This is a big commitment, considering I haven't even moved back in with him yet. Does he think that if we get a dog, I won't have a choice? Is he trying to force my hand here because he knows how much I have always wanted a dog? My face must be showing my wavering emotions over this because Drew's hands soon cup my face, bringing us closer together.
“I’m not trying to rush you, Ryan. I will do this whether you come back home today, next month, or next year. I love you, and I will never stop showing you how much I appreciate and need you in my life. So this dog isn’t a ploy to tempt you home. This is me, continuing with our life plans, and you can jump back on the train whenever you feel ready,” He plants a soft kiss on the end of my nose and takes my hand again, pulling me inside.
The shelter, as expected, didn't smell great, but the stench of a thousand dogs couldn't deter me from rushing toward the pen set up near the back with what looked like seven English Bulldog puppies, all smushed up faces and tiny legs yelping and climbing over each other. My knees drop from under me to watch them all happily playing together.
"Their mom was found abandoned by the side of the road and brought to us a few days before the puppies were delivered. We couldn't tell how long she had been alone, but she wasn't in great condition. She didn't survive the delivery, but she fought so hard to keep her babies alive. They are all about eight weeks old now and should be ready to find their forever homes."
The lady from the shelter speaks solemnly to me. I hadn't even noticed her at first, and her soft tone conveys how sad they all must be that they weren't able to save the mama dog.
“I saw the post on Facebook from the shelter a few weeks ago, and I completed all of the paperwork right away so that once the puppies were ready to be rehomed, we would be able to take one. All you have to do now is pick one, sweetheart,” Drew tells me, a strong hand on my shoulder as I keep my eyes locked on the little chubby furbabies.
I would take every single one of them if I could.
