Chapter 50 How Are They Related?
-Annie-
I feel powerful again hearing Drew groan my name as he cums. As I remove his dick from my mouth, I look up at him.
He looks so content with his head resting against the back of the couch; his eyes are still closed from his orgasm, and he is breathing heavily.
I realized tonight at the bowling alley that I am falling in love with Drew.
I’m already in love with him. I’m not sure why tonight my brain clicked, but it has now, and I can’t help thinking I love this boy as I watch his reaction to our experience together.
I realize that I want to be in his lap, surrounded by him, that I want to kiss those lips and feel his hands on my body.
I’m about to get up from my position on the floor to climb into his lap when my lust is doused by the voice behind me.
“Well, at least she started giving head.”
OMG, my brain shouts, because I know that voice—it belongs to Daniel.
I freeze. I know I should move because my whole backside is practically bare, the straps of my thong the only thing that would be covering my body from his view.
Drew jumps into action and grabs a blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around me before pulling me across his lap, completely covered.
His relaxed expression has been replaced with anger.
I’ve never seen him wear this expression, and I think that is why his words feel so jarring that follow.
“What the fuck, man?” I don’t turn towards Daniel when he speaks again.
I watch Drew’s expression, because Daniel referenced the fact that he’s had me naked before.
Drew’s so mad, and some part of me thinks that maybe I should have been a little more transparent about where I’d gone with my "rebranding" sessions last year with Daniel. I’d wanted to keep my mistakes with Daniel in the past because that is what they were. The temporary thrill I’d had with Daniel last year is nothing compared to the feelings I have for Drew.
Drew’s body is so tense. I wish I could touch him, but he is focused on his brother.
Drew tells him to leave again, but it’s clear we are going to hear what Daniel wants to say because he continues without responding to Drew.
“Was she a virgin when you fucked her? I bet she was: it’s the whole reason I humored her in the first place.
She was a cock tease, so I found someone willing to fuck that didn’t require all the work. ”
I flinch, I can’t help it. Daniel’s words are harsh and surprise me.
Is that what had been going on last year?
My conversation with Miles comes to mind about Daniel’s locker room bragging.
I’d been the next notch in his belt. He’d wanted to be able to brag about taking my virginity.
I’ve never been so happy that things didn’t go further.
I only register the conversation has ended when Drew wraps his arms around my back and my knees, lifting me as we move from the couch.
I want to wrap my arms around his neck, but he’s got this blanket wrapped so tight around me that I’m cocooned against him.
He carries upstairs and sets me down on the edge of his bed.
He moves like he’s going to leave, and I untuck myself from the blanket and grab his arm.
I don’t want him to go back down there and get in a fight with his brother.
I hear my quiet voice in the dark. “Drew, please don’t bother with Daniel, just come back quickly ok?
” The room is too dark to see his expression, but he leans down and kisses my forehead gently before saying, “You got it, Angel. I’ll be right back. ”
***
I get up and turn on his bedroom light while he is downstairs.
True to his word, he’s back quickly, still naked but carrying a pile of all our clothes.
I get up, still wrapped in the blanket, and help him with shutting the door and turning the lock, because who the hell knows if Daniel will try to interrupt us again?
Not that we’ll be doing anything to interrupt, but still, it makes me feel better to lock him on that side of the door.
I can still appreciate the view of a naked Drew as he walks over to his bed.
He does have a nice ass, and I appreciate seeing it in the light of his room this time and not the shadows from earlier.
He drops the pile on the end of his bed, grabs his boxers from the top, and covers my view of his ass.
I let out a little sigh and join him beside the bed.
He hands over my jeans, and I drop the blanket to the floor.
He does turn to watch me pull them up, saying, “Is it normal to feel disappointed when you get dressed? Because that is what I feel when you cover your body.” “Nope, I thought the same thing when you put on your boxers.” It’s easy to say the truth with him.
My words earn me a peek of his dimple, and we continue to get dressed.
After we are fully dressed, I check the time.
We still have about thirty minutes before my warning alarm.
When I look up, he is sitting on the edge of the bed.
He’s pinching his eyebrows in worry, completely zoning out.
I put the phone back down stepping between his legs and place my hands on either side of his handsome face.
“What are you thinking? “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve to hear any of that.
" He raises his hand in a gesture toward the direction of the living room. He continues, “He’s an asshole, I’m sorry.
” I tip his face up to make eye contact.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about, if anything I should be apologizing.
” He goes to interrupt me, and I rest my thumbs against his lips, stopping him from interrupting me.
“No, hear me out. I’m sorry that I didn’t see through him last year.
I should have at least prepared you by telling you what had happened and what hadn’t.
You didn’t deserve him trying to push your buttons talking about me like that. ”
Drew lets out a breath against my thumbs.
He grabs my hands against his face and moves my thumbs off his mouth.
“Annie,” he starts and takes a deep breath, “I knew you had a history, and maybe it was stupid, but I still don’t want you to tell me anything outside of the conversation we had at mini-golf.
That was all the information I needed.” He continues, “I don’t want either of our pasts to ruin this, to ruin us.
” I can’t help myself: I step closer to him and kiss him.
It’s a gentle kiss. I think “I love you” while my lips are on his, but I don’t say the words out loud because it’s not the right time after what just happened.
When we break the kiss, Drew suggests watching the next episode of the new football documentary we started, and I agree.
Drew lets me use his chest as my pillow, and I try to focus on the episode, but I get lost in the beating heart underneath my ear instead.