Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
He stared at her note. “ I’m not naked. I am wearing panties .”
What was he supposed to say to that?
She buried her face into his pillow, still lying on her stomach and hiding those beautiful breasts from him. But this was Thea . Even her bare back was enough to make him hard.
Shit , he was so hard for her.
The second he realized she was in his bed and not some stalker groupie who broke in, he ran a hand through his dark locks and cursed.
Had she drunkenly climbed into his bed by mistake or had Drunk Thea subconsciously chosen to sleep close to him? He pouted to himself. I wish I’d gotten to meet Drunk Thea . He wanted to know every side of her. Wanted to meet every version.
She shuddered in the bed, pulling the sheet up to her neck before she turned on her back to face him. The thin bedsheet did little to hide the stiff peaks of her nipples.
His cock thickened and pulsed violently. “Fuck, what are you doing to me?” he asked her, but she didn’t understand him.
She wrote, “ Wow, you are very hard .”
He shot her a “ duh ” expression.
“ Are you going to go take care of that monster or what ?” She gestured to his engorged crotch.
He took the pen and paper. “ You’re in my bed, baby. Unless you want to stick around to watch, I suggest you leave so I can ‘take care’ of this monster dick .”
She rolled her eyes and smirked at his use of “monster dick.” “ Go take a cold shower ,” she wrote.
“ Today is number five of no sex ,” he reminded her. “ You’re lying in my bed practically naked. I can see your nipples poking through the sheet. A cold shower is not going to fix this issue. So, I repeat, unless you want to watch, please leave my bed. ”
He waited for her to wrap the sheet around herself and run for her bedroom, but she shocked him by staying exactly where she was.
She breathily inhaled and exhaled and stayed .
Fuck . His cock throbbed between his legs, the pressure distracting. “I’m serious,” he said.
Her gaze clung to the last thing he wrote on the page. Unless you want to watch, please leave my bed.
And she licked her goddamn lips.
His hand drifted down his bare chest; her eyes tracked the movement. When his fingers fell to his lower stomach and fingered the waistband of his boxers, she let out a little gasp.
“ Baby, unless you want to watch me jerk off until I come, you need to leave ,” he wrote.
She. Did Not. Move.
His breaths came out in rapid pants. Surely, she did not plan to stay and watch him jerk off. Was she bluffing? For what reason would she bluff?
Lust dilated her pupils. Her fingernails dug into the sheets, bunching the material. Her gaze locked onto his hand, positioned over his lower abdomen.
She did not touch him, yet, Draven was more turned on than ever before in his life. Just the idea of Thea naked beneath that sheet, clamping her thighs together as her pussy grew slick for him, as she watched him stroke his cock up and down for her.
Watching her cool and calm demeanor melt away for him and only him…
Unable to stop himself, his hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers and wrapped around his pulsing dick behind the fabric. He gave a single, slow stroke, holding his breath to see her reaction.
A shaky breath vibrated her chest as she fidgeted on the mattress. She audibly gulped.
He stared at her plush pink lips as he groaned and gave his hard cock one more stroke.
Damn it. I don’t want this with her . Well, he did, but he didn’t want to only be good for lust. For sex. He wanted to be good enough for everything else. Good enough for love.
I want the woman in pearls to hold my hand when we go grocery shopping for almond milk .
He tore his hand from his boxers, the material fighting to hold back his lengthy, aching erection. He wrote, “ Go get dressed and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll make us breakfast .”
She sucked in a breath, her disappointed eyes wide as she stared into his. She looked back down to the tent in his boxers. She motioned toward it.
He sat up on the bed and shook his head, motioning for her to leave. I don’t want her to think of me as the sex-obsessed drummer .
Stunned, she hesitated but twirled herself into the bedsheet, like she was a cotton candy stick going round and round to cover herself in a sticky pink and blue barrier. When the wrapped sheet sufficiently covered her, she rose and quickly made her way to leave. But she stumbled over two crumpled-up pieces of paper.
The song lyrics he had written.
About her.
She paused, frowned, and crouched down to pick up the closest ball of paper at her feet.
Draven did the only thing that came to mind. He dove for the balls of paper, securing them all in his arms before she could get to any.
Her frown deepened, and she stared at him like he was crazy.
He was.
She left his bedroom.
* * *
This hangover is killing me . Thea cursed her friends for getting her so drunk. She was certain she was still a little drunk. After all, she had almost watched Draven masturbate in bed beside her . She slapped her hands over her face and silently screamed.
Why? Why had she not sprinted out of there?
Because it was the hottest experience of my life .
Just watching his hand dip beneath his boxers and seeing the bulge and muscles flexing in his arm as he stroked made her panties a certified wet zone. Her stomach clenched with sensual heat.
However, now that the tantalizing high was wearing off and Draven had not given her the show she expected, her hangover migraine banged on the interior walls of her skull.
When she shuffled into the kitchen, after taking her time to get dressed, Thea noticed Draven cracking eggs into a medium-sized mixing bowl. He pressed his lips together, suppressing a smile, as she tottered into the kitchen and sat at a barstool in front of where he prepped breakfast.
She dramatically collapsed her face and arms onto the granite countertop of the kitchen island. After a full minute, she lifted her head.
Smiling to himself, he wrote her a note on a blue Post-it and handed it to her. “ Someone got drunk and irresponsible last night .” He grinned. Evilly.
She smacked a hand over her face. Called irresponsible by Draven the drummer? Is this rock bottom ? She shot him an expression of, “ Must you torture me? This hangover should be torture enough .”
He chuckled. The quaking of his chest and the shining in his eyes momentarily stunned Thea. I like making him laugh .
One side of her that she hadn’t revealed in a while—due to her life going up in smoke—was her goofiness.
Thea was the over emotive friend who joked and played and made everyone smile—or at least, she tried.
When she lost a game of charades against her friends, she dropped to the floor, flailed, and played dead. When her friends went out dancing, she felt the vibrations. She choreographed the perfect shopping cart, sprinkler, Cleopatra, and any other cringe-y, quirky dance move imaginable.
She may not have been a “class clown,” but she spent most of her life trying to make others happy. To a hearing crowd, Thea seemed like a wallflower. To her crowd, Thea was an outgoing comic relief. I think Draven would like my goofy side .
He cracked one more egg into the bowl, washed his hands, and wrote her a new note. “ You realize I will hold this over you for years to come ?”
Years ? Thea blinked and tried to calm her accelerating heartbeat. She blanked her expression, feigning complete innocence and motioned a thumb to herself as if to say, “ Who? Me? ”
He smiled, leaning down again to jot something else. “ Drunk Thea crawled into my bed. Naked. And you thought I would be the inappropriate roommate .”
She rolled her eyes and snorted, pointing to him and signing, “ You are the inappropriate roommate .”
Draven used context clues to understand her. He feigned an innocent expression to match hers from a moment ago, gestured to his crotch, and pointed his thumb at himself as if to say, “ Who? Me? The guy who had the huge erection? ”
Thea shook with amusement and giddiness. This interaction with him felt like…glee. Like a childhood crush—but with more erections and sexy threats of voyeurism.
He motioned to the coffee maker behind him and quirked an eyebrow.
She shook her head.
He turned, opened a cabinet door, and showed her a package of decaffeinated coffee grounds. She pursed her lips in surprise and intrigue.
She signed, “ Did you buy that ?” She made a little money gesture by rubbing her fingers together the way he did before, so he would understand.
He nodded.
She wrote, “ Why ?”
He frowned at her notepad, then he gestured to her ears.
She sipped in a breath. He remembered that she said caffeine made her ears ring?
She watched him closely as he whipped the eggs and poured them into a pan on the stove. He cut up green peppers and tomatoes and added shredded cheddar cheese.
Watching the sexy bedhead-haired drummer make her breakfast, she thought to herself, I may be in trouble .