Chapter 24
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Drew
The first thing I feel is a vibration between my legs.
The second sensation is a tongue swiping straight through me, followed by a low, appreciative moan.
“I think I’m addicted to you, Drew,” Will whispers against my pussy.
Before I fell asleep last night, he asked if it would be okay to wake me up like this.
Did I think he was being serious? Nope.
Did I hope that he was? Hell yes.
Last night was … wow.
Will showed me exactly what it was like to be with a guy who cared for a woman’s needs—or at least made her feel like she was special to him.
I can see precisely why he broke Tristan’s sister’s heart. One night, and I’m already thinking about when we’ll next get to share a bed or, at the very least, when my nerve endings will feel this alive again.
This morning, he’s going down on me with languid strokes of his tongue. I haven’t looked in the mirror yet, but I know my body is covered in hickeys. Every inch of my skin stings in a delicious way I didn’t think was possible until the star Rogues forward carried me to bed and had his way with me.
Sucking my clit into his mouth, he releases it with a pop and crawls up my body, a huge grin on his face when he appears from under the duvet.
“Morning, Baby.”
His lips find mine, and I taste myself. It’s not as bad as I imagined it would be, or maybe it’s just because I love the way he kisses me.
His tongue massages against mine while his left knee nudges my thighs further apart.
“I have to fuck you again. Is that okay?”
My pussy aches with need at the thought of him back inside me.
“What time is it?” I sleepily ask. It could be daybreak or past ten in the morning for all I know.
“Who cares about the time?” He pushes inside me, and the sensation as I take all of him is incredible. “Let’s not go anywhere today. Shall we just stay here in this bed?”
Oh, the temptation to answer with a yes and let him have his way with me for hours … it almost has me abandoning all of our plans.
“Did you forget about the small matter of a meeting with Repeet?”
Will’s fingers work my clit while he strokes in and out of me in the missionary position. This boy is insatiable and every woman’s undoing.
“What if I fly your boss—Colton, is it? —to New York? He can handle the sponsorship deal, and we can do fun things together.”
I chuckle and then moan when he pulls out and replaces his dick with two fingers, curling them toward my front wall. My mouth hangs open, and he mimics my expression, totally delighted with himself.
“Is that good, Drew? Do you want to come all over my hand?”
Nodding because words fail me, I get a dark laugh and another finger added inside me.
“I’m curious,” he mumbles around my left nipple. “What’s the record for the number of orgasms a guy’s given you in a single twelve-hour period?”
“Why?” I grin up at him. His hair looks even better like this—all messy and the product of my fingers running through it. “Are you looking to set the record?”
His grin tells me yes.
Cupping his cheek in my palm, I’m not ashamed to admit what leaves my mouth next, even if I do feel inexperienced compared to him. “Well, you’ll be pleased to learn that you already set the record when you made me come for a second time.”
Will stops moving inside me, a look of horror strewn across his face. “The fuck?”
I shrug like it’s no big deal because it honestly isn’t. Every girl I’ve spoken to about sex has reported the same thing. Coming once is the standard with a lot of guys, and I remember at least two occasions where Paul didn’t get me off at all.
“It’s just the way it is,” I tell Will.
We’re out of the bed in a flash, my legs wrapped around his waist while he marches us into the bathroom and cranks the shower.
“What are you doing now?” I say, gazing down between us.
He’s still hard and inside me, making me question if he’s human or a machine.
“Fucking you in the shower”—he nods his head at the white tiles, and steam begins filling the room—“while you’re suspended against that wall.”
For the next ten minutes, Will makes good on his promise, coaxing another orgasm from my body.
I fall into his chest as the water cascades over us, crashing against his broad shoulders.
“Why are you accepting less than what you deserve, Drew?” Will kisses me in earnest, water droplets falling from the ends of his thick lashes. “That really bothers me—to think of you being wasted on guys who didn’t appreciate what I have in my hands.”
I roll my lips together and stare up at him. “I guess I could ask you the same question.”
His brows pull together in confusion.
“Why are you moving from one woman to the next when you clearly have the heart to make someone really happy?” I release one hand from around Will’s neck and stroke my thumb across his prominent cheekbone. “You’re a little bit romantic when you want to be.”
Silence falls between us, the crashing of water all we can hear.
“I mean it,” I whisper, a rush of emotion overtaking my voice. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt as special as I did last night and then again this morning.”
He presses our foreheads together, and water runs down the bridge of his nose and over mine. “I already told you that there has never been another girl who has made me want her so badly. I’ve never chased anyone in my life the way I’ve gone after you.”
My heart skips—I’m sure it does.
“Will …”
He closes his eyes. “Don’t say it, Drew. Don’t spoil the moment and point out the obvious.”
I fall quiet for a few seconds and then reach across and turn off the shower.
“We could never date—you know that, don’t you?”
He looks almost annoyed with me, and it’s then I realize that was what he didn’t want me to verbalize.
My heart skips again.
“I’m not asking you to date me …” He clears his throat, which sounds thick. “But I don’t want this to be our last time together, not by a long shot.”
“I already figured that out,” I softly reply.
With no warm water, my slick skin should be turning cold. Will’s body keeps me warm though, and just like he said, I don’t want this embrace to be our last.
“How about this?” Will says after maybe a minute of nothing but our joint breathing. “We make a deal to hook up when we can—because we both clearly want each other. We can work things out from there.”
I push my head back into the wall so he can see my eyes when I say this. “I’m not into messing around with someone if they’re sleeping with other people at the same time. It’s not really something I like.”
Will throws his head back and laughs toward the ceiling, and I feel my cheeks heat from embarrassment.
“Baby … you really do talk some shit at times.”
I try to wiggle out of his grasp, but he holds me there.
“Don’t mock me, Will. I—”
Full, damp lips crash down onto mine, cutting off my angry ramble.
“I can’t physically be with anyone else, Drew,” Will whispers into my mouth.
“It’s like my body and brain reject any thought of me touching another girl who isn’t you.
” He drives the kisses deeper, panting heavily when we break apart.
“And that scares the shit out of me because I’m convinced that guys like Tristan would take you to bed in a heartbeat. ”
“I don’t like Tristan though,” I volley back.
“Is it because he’s an asshole?” Will asks, and damn my brain for finding him funny.
“He isn’t an asshole,” I scold him between kisses. “He’s a good person and a scorned brother because you broke his sister’s heart.”
“I would never break yours.”
“Huh?” I reply, sure I didn’t hear that correctly.
He shakes his head into the side of my neck and works on leaving another hickey, which I’ll need to cover with concealer.
“Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”
Against my better judgment, I decide not to press him for clarity. A few dates is one thing, but there’s no way Will Jones would ever consider having a girlfriend. Anyway, it’s not like I’m at a point in my life where I’d get serious with anyone.
Would I?
“If you want to hook up more, then we can try and make it work,” I say quietly, like someone could be eavesdropping.
He pulls me away from the wall and turns us around, yanking a white towel from the rail and wrapping it around my shoulders. How he does it all with one arm is impressive, but not entirely surprising, given his strength and build.
“When?” he questions, walking us back through to the bedroom.
“When what?” I ask when he stands me next to the bed.
“When can we hook up again?” he asks, dropping to his knees and setting a kiss just above my navel.
The heat of his breath makes my core ache, and I guide his mouth toward my apex.
“How about right now?” I joke while being deadly serious at the same time.
Will swipes his tongue through me and holds my ass in his palms, squeezing my cheeks together in a way that shouldn’t be so freaking sexy. It’s this guy’s dominance and the possessive way he treats my body that I love.
“What about later tonight?”
My eyes bug out. “After we’ve had dinner at your mom and dad’s?!”
He just shrugs. “Why not? I promise to be on my best behavior while we’re there.”
I roll my eyes at him and only because I know my disdain feeds his desire for me.
“I’ll think about it, Hotshot. But …” I lift a finger and cut him off before he goes down on me again. “We need to go over the notes for today’s meeting while you’re here.”
Like a petulant child, he drops his shoulders. “Boring.”
“Necessary,” I counter.
I nearly fall backward when he lifts my right leg and rests it on his shoulder. I grip his wet hair to steady myself, and he groans with pleasure.
“All right, Baby. You run me through today’s agenda, and I’ll work this pretty clit until you’re screaming it. Categorize your orgasms under Other Business.”