Chapter Sixteen
Macy
I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror like I was about to do something reckless. Which was fair because I was pretty sure that what I was working myself up to do was reckless. Reckless AF, some might say.
Steam fogged the glass, curling around the edges where I’d wiped it clean with my hand. My reflection looked calmer and more resolved than I felt. My hair was damp from the shower, clinging to my flushed skin, and my eyes bright with nerves and desire. I hardly recognized myself.
You can do this. Just go to him and say the words. Please fuck me.
I grimaced.
Or should I say please make love to me, instead?
No that wasn’t quite right. I loved Drew, of course I did and I always had but that wasn’t what this was about.
Even if there was a small part of me that wanted it to be more than a fuck.
More than a small part. But I pushed those thoughts away.
This isn’t about promises or declarations, this was about want and need, about choosing Drew.
About finally asking for something instead of waiting to see what I was allowed to have. This was for me.
Just for me.
I had already taken a hot shower, removed hair from all the inconvenient places and slathered my skin in body lotion that smelled like a summer fantasy.
I stepped into a pair of red lace panties, one of the pairs Drew had bought, and tried not to feel self-conscious about the way half my ass cheeks were exposed.
Still, wearing them made me feel sexy and desirable. Heat pooled low in my belly, and I knew I was ready. I just had to act the part now.
You can do this. You want this.
I really wanted this, wanted Drew. My best friend.
The nightmares had been replaced by hot dreams of my best friend.
My hot as fuck best friend who rocked my world and showed me, little by little, that I accepted too little my entire life.
I dreamed of the filthy, sexy, sweet things he’d whisper in my ear while his cock pumped in and out of me and I wanted it.
All of it.
I didn’t know what would happen next and that sense of urgency made me want to go after something—just one thing—that I wanted in this life.
I didn’t know what would happen, not with Halloran and not with Ruiz, no clue what either man would do when—if—they found me.
I didn’t know if I was intruding on Drew’s life by being here or if he was being the same good guy he’d always been.
Not that he would tell me either way and as much as I wanted to believe otherwise, I didn’t know him anymore.
But what I did know was that I wanted him, just for me.
I stepped out of the bathroom and walked to the bedroom, heart pounding until I realized the room was empty. Relief and anxiety pulsed through me and tangled up right behind my heart. I took a deep breath and straightened my shoulders, steeling my nerves.
I couldn’t chicken out now.
“Drew,” I called out nervously.
There was a long pause before he spoke. “Yeah?”
I inhaled a deep breath and as I let it out, I removed Drew’s oversized t-shirt. “Can you come up here for a second? I need your help.” My legs shook but the cool air kissed my skin and hardened my nipples while my body buzzed with anticipation.
His footsteps on the stairs came slow and heavy, and then he was there in the doorway.
Frozen solid as his chest heaved, and his eyes darkened as they dragged over me as if he was cataloging every inch of me before he came closer.
His jaw clenched tight and his big hands curled into fists at his side. “Mace,” he growled.
I stood a little taller at the darkness in his voice, pushed my chest out a little more and slowly exhaled. Again. “Drew,” I began, forcing the words out syllable by syllable. “I really, really want you to fuck me.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.
“I’ve been having dirty dreams about you,” I continued, heart hammering against my chest. “For the past few days, ever since I sucked you off. And if you still want me—”
The rest of the sentence never made it out.
Drew crossed the room in two strides and kissed me like he’d been holding back for days. Like he’d finally run out of reasons not to.
And me? I melted into him, hands fisting in his hair, the world around us shrinking until it was me and Drew and the truth of our desire for each other pulsing inside the suddenly suffocating room.
The kiss consumed me all over again and all I could do was hang on to his broad shoulders, satisfied to know we were in this together.
“What do you want?” he asked as he trailed a path of fire from my lips down my throat and across my collarbone. “Tell me, Mace.”
That was easy. “You, Drew. I just want you.”
“Fuck, I want you too Mace. I wasn’t sure you’d ever say the words but I’m so fucking glad you did.” His words came out rough and hungry, setting my whole body on fire. “You smell so good,” he said as he inhaled at my throat. “You feel even better.”
My body trembled with need at his words. Nobody had ever wanted me this bad before, I was sure of that, and his words pushed me closer to the edge. “That’s my line,” I whimpered when his lips kept moving down my body. “You were always good-looking, but you got hot. And hard.
Oh!” I cried out when one finger slid between my thighs into where I was hot and wet. “Yes,” I moaned.
Drew rewarded me with a second finger, slowly pumping in and out of me. “You think I’m hot.”
I arched a brow in his direction, too turned on to do much else. “You know what you look like, Drew. You’re beautiful.”
“Nah, that’s you Mace. The most beautiful fucking girl in the world and you have no clue.”
I didn’t know if it was his words or the way he said them as his fingers curled inside my pussy, but my back arched off the bed and I cried out. “Now I know you’re crazy,” I told him, panting hard as he pushed me closer to orgasm.
“You’re just blind when it comes to yourself, but I see you.” He pumped faster into me, using his thumb to tease my clit. “I always have.”
He had always seen me, but I never knew he thought I was beautiful. “Drew,” I moaned, moving my hips in time with his fingers. “Oh fuck, yes!”
He smiled. “You’re so fucking wet for me. I love it.”
I was too turned on to be embarrassed about how hot I was for him, how wet I was, and how loud the sound was in the quiet bedroom. “It’s all for you.”
His nostrils flared and he leaned forward, teeth scraping against my stomach and up to my breasts. His mouth wrapped around one nipple, and he sucked so hard I saw stars just before my orgasm exploded out of me.
“Drew, oh fuck, yes!” My back arched off the bed, hips pumping into his every stroke. The tension between us was white-hot and it wrapped around me like a live wire, electrifying the orgasm into something foreign that I never wanted to end.
He released my nipple with a loud pop and smiled at me as he pulled his fingers from my body and licked them clean.
“So fucking sweet,” he groaned, his gaze locked with mine.
“Need more,” he grunted before tearing off his t-shirt and burying his face between my thighs, eating my pussy just long enough for me to break apart again.
“Drew,” I screamed, gripping his hair between my fingers. “I don’t think I have any more orgasms left.” Which was truly a shame because I was still so turned on my body buzzed with it.
“Bullshit,” he smirked, looking filthy with my pussy juices smeared all over his face and in his beard. “You will come again and when you do, that tight cunt will be wrapped around my cock, squeezing until I explode inside you.”
“I’m telling you,” I began but my words were cut off when he stepped off the bed and stripped down until he was naked, muscles gleaming and cock jutting out towards me. “Fuck.”
He flashed a crooked grin. “You sure you want this?” he asked, stroking his long, thick cock.
I nodded slowly. “Fuck yeah, I’m sure.” I reached for him, stroking him, enjoying the heat and the heft of him.
“Lie back,” he demanded, a tone that instantly made me want to obey. His gaze melted when I did.
I spread my legs, feeling myself grow wetter under his penetrating stare.
“Stay. Just. Like. That.”
All I could do was exactly what he commanded. Drew crawled on the bed and stretched out on top of me. His cock pushed at my opening, teasing me with shallow strokes that stole my breath. “Drew, please,” I whimpered.
“Fuck,” he roared when he slid balls deep and stayed there until I began pulsing around me. “Even better than I thought you’d feel.”
I held his shoulders and met him stroke for stroke, pump for pump, feeling my arousal grow and expand until I was sweating and desperate for another orgasm.
“This pussy was made for me,” he grunted. “You fit like a fucking glove,” he said, pumping harder and deeper, pushing me further into the abyss.
“So good,” I managed. “So full.”
He smiled wickedly, pressing his lips to mine and pounding into me like I was his greatest wish on earth.
Our tongues danced while our bodies tangled together, his cock plunging in and out in long, deep strokes that set me absolutely ablaze.
“I feel your pussy fluttering around me. She loves this cock. She can’t wait to come all over him and coat him in her honey. ”
“Filthy,” I groan a sound so wild and deep that it started even me.
“She likes it,” he said, gripping my hips and fucking me harder and deeper. He held me possessively and claimed every inch of me until finally, every muscle in my body tightened to the point of breaking.
And then came the euphoric release that shook my body relentlessly while he pounded into me. “Oh Drew, yes! Yes!” He pumped like a man possessed, fucking me through my orgasm until pleasure claimed him.
“Mace, baby,” he grunted as his body went tight and his cock filled me up. “Fuck that was intense.”
I smiled to myself. “Glad it wasn’t just me who thought so.” Truth was it was so much more than that and I felt the tears pricking the back of my eyes. They weren’t sad, but they were imminent.
And when they fell? Drew’s eyes widened. “Shit,” he said instantly, hands skimming over me and eyes hurriedly searching my face. “Are you okay?”
More tears fell at his concern and I nodded, laughing softly. “Yeah, I’m good. Really fucking good, actually.” I swallowed, knowing I owed him some truth about the tears. “That was… wow. I’ve never felt like that before. Never come so hard or been so completely consumed by pleasure.”
Relief relaxed his body and he smiled, brushing his mouth over mine. “Me neither.”
I rolled my eyes. “You don’t have to say that.”
“Good,” he said, his smile now gone. “Because I’m not lying. I’ve fucked women, sure, but never like this. It’s never been like this.” He was hard again and I noticed but Drew ignored it, focusing on my face. Only my face. “Was this just because you’re horny?” he asked quietly.
The words echoed in the room and I shook my head, taking a deep breath in preparation for more truth.
“I mean, I was horny, and I still am. And I do want you. A lot.” I took a breath.
“But it wasn’t just that. I just want you, Drew.
I know it’s selfish, and you’re already protecting me, and maybe you don’t even want me in this version of your life…
but I want you. That’s what this was about. ”
His breath hitched. A big ass smile touched his lips and then he leaned forward, kissing me again. Slower and deeper, so intense, this time around.
He swelled inside of me and then his hips moved and he took me to heaven. Again. This time it was hot and hard, but so achingly slow I begged him to make me come. Again.
Eventually I fell asleep in his arms, my body warm and relaxed, and more satisfied than I’d ever been in my life.
This time, everything felt different.
I’d been here before, but it was never like this.
It was better.
More significant.