Chapter Ten
Macy
I woke up draped across Drew’s body like he was my own personal body pillow.
I wasn’t tucked politely at his side like I had been when I’d fallen asleep and I wasn’t curled with my back against his, the way we used to as kids.
Oh no, I was sprawled on top of him, covering half of his body with my own.
One leg was brazenly tossed over his strong thigh while my cheek got up close and personal with his chest. The best part?
The protective sensation of his forearm draped across my back.
For a second, I didn’t move.
I listened instead.
His breathing came in slow and steady beneath my ear. His heartbeat was strong and familiar. The room smelled like him, body wash, leather, and something masculine and clean. It grounded me in a way that made my shoulders loosen before I even realized they were tight.
I shifted ever so slightly, testing… everything.
Drew stirred. All of him stirred.
Everything.
I froze as awareness snapped through me, so strong it stole my next breath. He was hard beneath me. Long and thick, unmistakably so. My breath caught as heat bloomed low in my belly before I could stop it. before I could remind my body—and my mind—that this wasn’t the time or the place. Or the man.
Instead, I moved again. Just a little.
And then again.
His other hand went to my hip, fingers gripping me firm but not enough to be forceful and he sure as shit wasn’t stopping me, which I expected. His voice was rough with sleep and something darker, more sensual. “Keep that up,” he murmured, “and you’re gonna end up with a mess all over your shirt.”
I thought about his words and held myself still to stop the shiver that raced through me. Summoning all the courage I could find, I lifted my head, heart pounding as I spoke. “What if I want the mess?”
The words were out before I could second-guess them.
They were reckless and bold, two things I was not. All of this was exciting in a way that made my pulse race.
I watched as his eyes opened slowly, one and then the other.
Those gray eyes were sharp like he’d been up for hours and focused on me with the kind of intensity that usually terrified me.
He pushed up on his elbows, which brought our faces closer.
“What are you saying?” he asked, the words quiet and intense.
I swallowed, suddenly aware of how fucking exposed I felt.
Not physically, though that too, but here in this moment.
I wasn’t a prude, but I wasn’t exactly an open book either when it came to sexual things.
I wasn’t exactly the bold, go-getter, take what you want kind of girl either.
“I’m saying,” I began and then paused, ignoring my shaking breaths to focus on what I actually wanted in this moment.
“I don’t want him to be the last memory of sex for me. ”
Drew didn’t move and he didn’t interrupt. He let me have this moment.
“I need something that’s mine.” I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Something that I’m choosing, and that’s you.
I need you to help me rewrite this memory.
If you want,” I added and then shook my head.
“I mean, if this is something you also want.” Oh shit, what if he didn’t want this?
I tried to sit up in anticipation of this being a major miscalculation.
Maybe he meant he’d make a mess because guys are easy and can come at the drop of a hat.
Drew said nothing, only studied my face.
Searching every line and every feature, reading my innermost thoughts.
When he finally found his words, his voice dropped deeper but his words remained steady and slow.
“I’m not doing this to fix you, Mace.” His thumb brushed along my hip, slow and deliberate, a little bit intoxicating.
My heart sank at his words even as lust tugged at the corners of my body. “No?”
He shook his head. “I’m doing this because I want you. Because I want you.”
“Oh,” I said, the word leaving my mouth on a heavy rush of breath.
He tilted his head, a small smile on his lips. “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“No,” I admitted. “I’m not at all sure that this is what I want, but I’m sure that I want you.
Now.” I moved my hips again just to prove my point.
He was long and hard, sending a rush of heat through my body.
I wanted this even more than I admitted to myself and that scared me to the point I tried to roll away but Drew caught me, tugging me back to his big body until I straddled his hips and our faces were just inches apart.
“You want me,” he said plainly, not at all a question.
“I do,” I said easily, my voice strong and sure. “I always did but I couldn’t afford to lose you.”
His mouth was on mine before the last word left my mouth.
The kiss was nothing like the careful kisses of my past. It was completely the opposite of the forceful kisses, or the sloppy kisses.
More unwanted than wanted. Fuck that, this was hot and deep and demanding, his lips moving over mine like he’d been waiting years for just one taste.
I kissed him back just as fiercely, hands sliding into his hair, needing the contact, the confirmation.
I was so fucking greedy for him that if I slowed down for a second, I might flee in fear.
Drew broke the kiss only to trail his mouth down my jaw, my throat, and my collarbone. “Macy,” he murmured my name like it was something sacred and filthy all at once. He stripped me slowly, deliberately, like he was paying attention to every breath, every shiver.
I couldn’t have drifted away in that moment if I wanted to, and I really wanted to stay present and feel every fucking moment.
Every single place his lips touched me was on fire.
Every swipe of his tongue pushed me closer to the edge and when his teeth sank into my flesh, I cried out in pure ecstasy, something I don’t think I’ve ever done in my life.
The delicious scrape of his beard against my lower belly and even my thighs, had transported me to a different fucking galaxy.
His big hands should’ve scared me, but this was Drew and those big hands held me gently, as if I was something too precious to break.
“Drew,” I whispered the moment I felt his breath on my pussy.
“You’re already so fucking wet,” he growled, sliding one finger through my folds in an up and down motion that sent my mind racing.
That feral growl hit me in all the right places and when his tongue followed the path of his finger, my hips bucked up off the bed. “Oh, Drew!” I pushed up on my forearms because I had to look at him and I found him smiling with his eyes.
My hands tangled in the sheets as pleasure surged through me.
I couldn’t look away from the sight of him, looking as though he was right where he wanted to be this morning, with his face buried between my thighs, his tongue doing wicked, wonderful things to my clit.
I called out his name again and again, because I couldn’t remember anything else.
It was all so overwhelming and exquisite, and nothing at all like I remembered sex being.
Even before Ruiz.
This wasn’t something being taken from me. Oh no, this was mine. It was ours.
His mouth closed over my clit with a long, low moan that shot vibrations all the way up my body. For just a second I was self-conscious but then another wave of heat pooled low in my belly as one thick finger sank deep into my body.
“Holy fuck!” I was having an out of body experience and I wasn’t sure how to behave. Was I too loud? Did he like it?
“You’re so damn wet,” he groaned, lapping at my pussy, the sound was so wet and so loud, but it only heightened my arousal. “Fuck,” he growled and dove back in, licking me and sucking me while his finger plunged in and out, pulling the orgasm closer to the surface.
“Drew!” I shouted his name as euphoria took over. My breaths were shaky as I said his name while he pushed me with his tongue.
He maintained the same pace like he was trying to keep me on the precipice when all I wanted to do was fling myself over the edge and take what was feeling so fucking good I also never wanted it to end.
“I need,” I gasped.
He slowed down and pulled away from my pussy, smiling at me with a wink before he returned his mouth to me like a starving man.
“Yes… that! I need that!” My head fell back and I arched off the bed. My heels dug into his back as the orgasm hit me, consuming every inch of me. “Drew, oh fuck, yes Drew!” My body convulsed, hard, and my fingers curled in his hair.
He held my hips, not forcefully, just in a way that prolonged my pleasure because I couldn’t fight against it. He held me until the orgasm faded, and then he did the thing that nearly broke me apart. He crawled up beside me and pulled me into his arms. It was all so sweet and so fucking natural.
My limbs were heavy and my body was still high from the orgasm. I wanted to reach for him again, so I did, reaching for where he was hard and thick, damn near throbbing for me. “Drew.”
He grabbed my hand and brought my fingers to his mouth, biting them gently before he laid a hand on my breast. “Macy.”
I paused, waiting for the letdown. “You don’t want to?”
He turned to face me. “Macy, I definitely want to, but when I finally get inside you,” he said, his words were low and achingly slow. His gray eyes dark and heavily lidded as he gazed into mine. “It’ll be because you’re begging for my cock.”
“But you’re still… fully charged.”
He laughed. “Getting you so wet like that? Hearing the way you called my name so hungrily? Believe me that was hot as fuck and I can’t wait.” He kissed me gently. “But I can wait.” His words were pointed and thick with meaning.
Heat flooded my body, white-hot and delicious. I was hyperaware of the way my body pulsed with need and I wanted everything. I wanted what I couldn’t have, not now.
I laughed, soft and breathless. “That is cruel.”
His mouth curved into a sinfully sexy grin. “That’s patience.”
“It’s both,” I insisted before pressing a kiss to the center of his chest. “But thank you… for that. It was,” I sighed. “I never knew sex could be that good.” I sat up and looked at him. “You are really fucking good at that.”
Drew let out a loud bark of laughter. “Thanks. You tasted every bit as sweet as I thought you would. And so fucking responsive.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words. “And you like that?”
“Hell yeah.” He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, groaning when I squeezed harder. “You’ll see,” he promised.
“I look forward to it.” We laid together in breathless silence for a few minutes, my body buzzing with heat and awareness. I never felt so alive or so thoroughly satisfied in my life. He held me protectively, not possessively, a difference I was finding completely enthralling.
For just a little while, the world outside this house didn’t exist.
***
Eventually the world let itself be known, though, and when it did there was nothing to be done about it. The bubble had burst, or rather Drew’s phone buzzed wildly on the nightstand.
“You need to get that?” My heart stopped inside my chest while I waited for the inevitable bad news.
“Nah,” he said, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. “It’s just an alarm. We need to head to the clubhouse today.”
“MC stuff?” I asked, using his words from last night.
“Yeah,” he sighed as if he didn’t want to leave this bed either. “But we have to.”
“Okay.” We laid together for a few more minutes before we both got up and started to get ready for the day.
I watched Drew pull out another pair of dark jeans along with a black t-shirt, the play of his muscles so fascinating as he moved.
“You want to tell me what those texts were about last night?”
He didn’t want to share it last night, but I always could read Drew better than anyone else.
He stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. “What texts?”
I grinned. “The ones you really didn’t want me to see.” I folded my arms, realizing how awkward the move was with my breasts hanging out. “No lies, remember?”
He nodded. “Slate got a beat on Halloran.”
Ice slithered through my veins and fear gripped me instantly. “Okay,” I said, drawing the word out to five syllables. “Is he close?”
“No. He’s heading west, though. Last spotted in Texas.”
My shoulders relaxed a fraction. “That makes sense. I was looking at jobs there before everything happened. Colorado and Minnesota too.”
“Fuck, that’s good news.” I heard his words, but his tone didn’t match.
“There’s nothing in the digital age connecting us. I didn’t even get a cell phone until I was eighteen.” My parents claimed they didn’t have the money, but they couldn’t risk I might tell someone about what happened in our house.
“You’re not worried?”
I smiled but it was fake as fuck. “Oh, I’m very worried. But I’m not giving a dirty cop that much credit. He’s probably going to find me, but not yet.” I hoped.
“For his sake, I hope he gives up before leaving Texas.” Drew’s hands clenched into fists and his nostrils flared. “Honestly, though? I hope my face is the last thing he sees as I choke the life out of him.”
Did it make me fucked up for finding that kind of hot? Drew had always been incredibly protective, but this version of him, all hot and murder-y? Kinda hot. “Is it easy?” I asked softly. “Killing someone?”
“Not easy,” he answered with a shrug. “But when they deserve it, it ain’t all that hard. But it sticks with you.”
I heard what he was saying. “Is that to warn me off wanting to kill him myself?”
“Fuck no, if you want to be the one to do it, I’ll hold him down while you do your worst. Is that what you want?”
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head.
“No. Halloran is a hired hand but Ruiz? He’s a monster and I can’t deny having more than a few fantasies about the things I would do to him if given a chance.
But…” I sighed heavily, meeting Drew’s gaze.
“I don’t want his face to stick with me for the rest of my life.
I’m kind of looking forward to healing from this. ”
He wrapped both arms around me, brushing a soft kiss to my temple. “Then let me do this for you and you focus on healing. Okay?”
I nodded. “Yeah, okay.” I sighed and met his gaze. “Drew?”
“Yeah, Mace?”
“Thank you.” How I would ever repay him I had no fucking clue, but I was determined to try.