Chapter Twenty-Six
Macy
Finally, the door to the clubhouse opened and this time it was Drew.
“Drew!” I was on my feet instantly even before his name was out of my mouth.
The room blurred as I ran across it, desperate to get to him, to make sure he was all right.
My heart raced harder with every step closer I took, and the noise of the clubhouse faded to a low hum until there was nothing and no one other than me and Drew.
He looked exhausted. And bloody. His clothes were streaked with blood, dark and drying in certain places, and when I reached him, my hands went straight to his face, bracketing his jaw as I scanned every inch of him.
“Are you okay?” Despite my best efforts to sound strong, my voice shook.
His hand closed around my wrists, steady as an oak tree. His lips touched the inside of one wrist, a move that grounded me, before he let out a low groan. “I’m fine, Mace. I’m fine.”
I wanted to believe him. Good Lord, I really wanted to believe him, but my heart hammered so hard—still—that I couldn’t quite let myself believe it. “Please tell me this isn’t your blood.”
A small smile tugged at his mouth. “It’s not my blood.”
My shoulders sagged in relief so palpable I had to catch my breath. “Okay. Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up.” I swallowed, softening my tone as I glanced back at him. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. Yet.”
He motioned ahead of us wearing that lopsided smile I loved so much. “Lead the way.”
I took his hand and I didn’t let it go, tugging him down the hall and up the stairs to our room. I closed the door behind us and locked it, the sound loud and reassuring. Inside this space, we could both just breathe. We could just be.
I undressed him slowly and carefully, my fingers trembling as I removed each piece of clothing, checking every inch of skin as it was revealed to my gaze.
Still, I wasn’t reassured. Inside the shower, I took my time soaping up his body and rinsing it off until I was confident he really was okay.
I washed him with care, my hands had already memorized the landscape of his body, but this was different.
It was strange, this change in the dynamic of our friendship.
Now it was me who took care of him. Me being protective. I’d never stood on this side of our relationship before and as much as I hated thinking he could be hurt, I loved taking care of him. Making sure he was safe.
I turned off the water and stepped from the shower, grabbing a towel first for Drew but I couldn’t get it around him because the last of the tension and the fear left my body and my legs buckled. A sob escaped.
“Mace,” he growled softly and pulled my body against him.
I went to him willingly, pressing my face to his chest and inhaling deeply. “You’re okay,” I whispered over and over, more to steady myself than anything else. “You’re okay.”
His hands slid up and down my back, warm and steady, until my breathing returned to normal.
Drew took my face in his hands, forcing me to meet his searching gray gaze.
It was serious and unflinching. “I’m fine,” he whispered so softly I wasn’t even sure he’d actually said the words. “I’m fine, Mace. Promise.”
I smiled shakily. “I’m glad. So fucking glad.” My heart stuttered in my chest as the words left my mouth.
“You’re so good to me,” he murmured, brushing a soft kiss across my lips.
A harsh laugh escaped me before I could stop it. “I’m the reason you’re in this mess.”
“Mess?” He snorted quietly. “This is fun for me. And I’d do it a thousand times over for you.”
I splayed both hands over his bare chest, feeling comforted by the steady thump of his heart beneath my palm. “I don’t deserve you.” I wasn’t sure I ever deserved Drew’s friendship or whatever else this was.
There was a fierce look in his eyes when they met mine.
“Well,” he said mildly, “you got me. So deal with it.” Drew kissed me again and it was slow and gentle at first. Then deeper.
More insistent. His mouth moved with a hungry intent that made me feel so desired I couldn’t do anything but submit to that sensation.
“Macy,” he said, backing us towards the bed and pulling me down on top of him. “I need you.”
Yes.
That was the only word that echoed in my mind and my body. I kissed him back with as much energy as I could after a day spent worrying my ass off. When he pulled back, I smiled and threw his words back at him. “Well, you got me. So what are you gonna do about it?”
His grin turned predatory as he pulled back a little more, watching me until my nipples hardened and my skin flushed under his gaze.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” He traced one finger from my slightly parted lips down my chin and the valley between my breasts.
My breath hitched as that one, torturous finger kept going down over my belly button, dragging across my lower belly from one hipbone to the other.
“Drew, please.” That breathless plea fell from my lips so many times I wasn’t sure what I was asking for. Except… more.
He grinned. “I love to hear you beg,” he groaned as his finger slid down my pussy, teasing my plump folds until my hips bucked up to meet his touch.
I pushed my hips up, letting out a long, low moan when his fingers grazed my clit. “Yes,” I shouted when I finally got what I needed. “Fuck,” I grumbled when his touch left my pussy. “Don’t. Tease.”
“But teasing you is so much fucking fun.” Then he gave me what I wanted, sliding one longer finger deep and crooking perfectly. “You like that,” he grinned, pulling his finger from my body and sticking it right in his mouth. “Fuck, yeah.”
It was so dirty. So fucking filthy and I loved it. “More,” I begged.
Drew leaned in and kissed me again, this time it was slow yet intense and I responded the only way I could, with needy flicks of my tongue. I arched into his big body, shivering when my nipples brushed against the harsh scrape of hair on his chest. “Fuck,” he groaned against my lips.
“More, Drew. I need all of you. Want all of you.”
Those were, apparently, the magic words because he sat back on his knees and pushed my thighs apart. Heat flared in his eyes at the way my pussy pulsed under his gaze. Every second his gaze lingered made my pussy wetter.
He smiled. “So pink and sweet and so fucking wet.” He took his cock in hand, stroking it roughly before he was perched at my opening. “Want it?”
I nodded eagerly. “Fuck yes.”
He thrust hard and deep, sliding balls deep in one, long move. “Fuck,” he growled, his fingertips pressed so firmly in my thighs I knew there would be bruises on my skin and I didn’t give a fuck. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted this fierce, rough fuck because we both needed it. “Macy, babe.”
“Don’t. Stop.” I begged him to keep going. To fuck me harder. Deeper. “Please, Drew.”
He thrust harder the more I begged, which was hot as hell, and the harder he fucked me, the harder I wanted it. The way he pounded into me was life-changing, but the look in his eyes? It was so intoxicating I knew there was no turning back.
Never in my life had I given my body up to be used like this, but I didn’t feel used.
I felt… useful. I wanted Drew to fuck me how he needed to.
To fuck away the demons he had to fight for me.
And it was so hot, I felt wild and out of control.
“Oh fuck… just like… that. Oh god, yeah… like… that.” The last word broke on a loud sob.
He hammered into me, quick and frantic, like his body was leading the charge rather than his brain. “So fucking good,” he whisper-growled, leaning forward so the angle changed with every thrust. “Perfect.”
My whole body felt like it was on fire. Every nerve ending tingled as the orgasm started in my toes, but unlike usual, it wasn’t a slow crawl.
It shot up my body like a rocket, exploding out of me on a loud, sharp cry.
“Oh, fuck yes!” My pussy squeezed tight around his cock, the force of my orgasm so strong I felt every vein as his cock pumped into me.
“Mace,” he roared as his own orgasm ripped from his body.
With his head thrown back and his neck muscles on full display, he looked like some gorgeous dark angel caught in agonizing bliss.
“Oh fuck!” he gasped and collapsed on top of me, his body slick with sweat, his breaths came out in harsh pants.
“Wow,” I laughed on a deep exhale. “That was kind of insane.”
He chuckled against me, the sound rich and deep as it vibrated through me. “Kind of?” He rolled over, carefully separating our bodies even though he pulled me with him. “That was completely fucking insane. And hot. So fucking hot.”
I smiled because he was right. “Careful, Drew. That kind of sex feels addictive.”
His arm tightened around me. “Good. Now you know there’s only one place to get your fix.”
That was for fucking sure. I rested my head on his chest, enjoying the heavy feel of his arm around me.
Something felt… different. Safe and settled.
I couldn’t quite explain it, even to myself, except that I felt as if I’d been torn apart into a million pieces and then put back together again. Not perfect and not fixed, but healing.
A work in progress.
Not quite, but almost whole.
Peace settled around not just me, but the whole room.
It was so nice. So quiet. I hated to break the peace, but I had to. “Did you get anything from Halloran?”
I felt him shake his head while his fingers absently traced circles along my spine. “Nope. But I’m sure we will.”
My throat tightened at all the details contained in that one vague statement. “Are you okay?” I hesitated, then pushed on. “I mean, with everything you had to do. Are you all right?” I looked up because I needed to see his face when he answered me.
He pulled me closer. “I’m great. Pissed he didn’t give me answers right away, but also not all that pissed.”
I studied his handsome face.
He smiled. “I’m glad he’s making me do things the hard way,” he continued in a calm, almost soothing voice. “He deserves exactly what comes next.”
I didn’t know what to say to that, so I said nothing. Instead, I pressed my lips to the center of his chest, right over his heart, and held him tight. If he needed comfort, I would give it. Now. Forever.
I wasn’t sure what came next, not exactly, but tonight in this moment? It was ours.
And for now, that was enough.