Chapter 23 Drew
DREW
For a man of few words, Gabe knows how to use his mouth to its fullest potential. I’ve never ridden a man’s face like that before.
It was intense. But the way he looks down at me now that he’s got me trapped under him again, that’s what shatters me.
His cock is hot and pulsing against my core, and it’s so much more than what I’ve imagined all these years.
Dragging my fingers through his mussed hair, I’m surprised by the zeal in his gaze. The softness. A sweetness that I’ve known my whole life.
And now, we’re naked together in my childhood bed. We’ve made each other come with our mouths, and the next step is right there. I want it so badly, I’m not beyond begging.
Gabe traces the shape of my face.
What does he see?
A new version of me?
One that he might grow to feel about the same way I’ve always felt about him?
Because I’m so far in love with him, wrapped up in him, that it tangles with the years we’ve known each other.
The years I considered him my best friend.
The years I thought I was too young to be his.
That he had someone else that was more important than me.
But have I been his this whole time?
He looks at me like I’m a revelation.
It’s breaking something open in me. Squeezing his hips with my own, I rub us together. Our moans blend, and now that I’ve started the movement, it seems endless.
Pleasure burns through me like some eternal energy source. When he shifts, notching the head of his cock against my entrance, we both still.
The moment is bittersweet.
A first that reaches deep.
Our gazes lock as we inch together, breaching this barrier until I’m completely full. Of Gabe. God, this is actually happening.
When our hips meet, grind, and I can feel every inch of him, emotions swarm me.
He cups the back of my head and bends to kiss my cheek. “You okay?”
I nod, untrusting of my voice. I clear my throat softly. “I’ve just”—a soft laugh falls free—“I’ve imagined this a million different ways, and none of them compare.”
The thing about Gabe is that he doesn’t need to say anything in return. The gentle way he handles me says it all for him. It always has.
His kiss tells me even more. Can he really be as far gone for me as I am for him? Am I imagining it?
“Get out of your head,” he says against my mouth, and I tremble under the pressure of it.
“Trying.”
Smile flashing, he melts my insides.
Then, we’re moving, long, slow thrusts that overwhelm. I need to remember every detail of this experience. The way his muscles move over me. The detailed lines tattooed across his skin. The heat of him and how it burns in the best ways.
Pleasure builds hard and fast even as we barely move. It’s amplified by the tenderness in his touch.
Gabe’s calm exterior belies the churning behind his golden-brown eyes.
“Let go, Drew. Because I’m in no rush, which means I’m going to keep you right here for as long as you’ll let me.”
I tremble, clutching his sides as he shifts my hips and hits a button that I didn’t know existed for so long.
Detonation. Explosion.
I twist under him as ecstasy crashes through me. I’m coming on Gabe’s cock, and it feels endless.
He’s patient with me, waiting for the pulsing in my core to subside by stroking those big hands over my skin.
Fingers sinking into his slick blonde hair, I tug his mouth back to mine.
Gabe’s kiss completely ruins me.
A hair’s breath from my mouth, he whispers into me. “You’re unbelievably beautiful, Drew.”
I laugh lightly. He can’t even see me right now. When I tell him, he shakes his head, rubbing our noses together in this sweet moment that twists my heart.
“That’s not the kind of beauty I’m talking about.” The reverence in his voice taps into something that I simply can’t handle, that makes me so unbelievably vulnerable I can’t process.
I drag my nails across his back, and I’m rewarded with one of his soft smiles. The best kind of smile. One bred from intimacy.
We’ve had plenty of that over the years.
I shift under him, earning a small groan from the back of his throat, and I kiss along his neck, nibbling, and reveling in the way it makes his arms wobble. My goal is to break him open. Tap into the emotions we’ve never verbalized.
The cadence of his hips change, and I dig into his muscles to hold on.
I moan into the nook of his neck and shoulder, trying to match his intensity, bracing for it as pleasure flutters deep in my center.
He falls to his elbows, hands bracing under me. Gabe is just here with me, cheek to cheek, and I can barely hold myself together.
“Gabe…”
The hitch in his breath amplifies my climb.
“Oh god.”
Silent words form against my jaw before he kisses down my neck, scraping my skin with his teeth, biting down gently.
My back arches pressing my breasts against his slick chest, nipples pinching and sparking with each sharp thrust.
I grasp for my control, to make this last longer, but it slips away.
Gabe’s groan vibrates into me, as he powers through my orgasm. Everything’s so sensitive and big, and my whimper slows him.
When he pauses, lifting himself to look down at me and smooth my wild hair from my eyes, I can tell he’s not done with me. It breaks my filter. “Damn it, Gabe. I was supposed to break you open. Not the other way around.”
Those golden eyes search mine for a heartbeat. “I’m always open with you.”
My heart melts inside, but I roll my eyes at him.
“Don’t roll your eyes at me. It’s true.”
“In your own stunted, wordless way.”
His laughter shakes his entire body because it’s nearly soundless. “When did you get to be so mean?”
“It’s true.”
His nod turns his face to mine and he plants a kiss on my cheek. “It is, but I’m still at my best when I’m with you.”
God, he needs to stop making me fall in love with him more.
My fingers crawl into his slick hair, and I pull his mouth back to mine for a sweet and heart-wrenching kiss that has us grinding together again. “You’re not done with me yet, are you?”
“Not even close.”
Good. I need all of him. All the time. I can’t let go of him now that I’ve finally had him.
His mouth teases mine as he drags my knees higher, hooking them into the crooks of his elbows so that when he thrusts again, I’m quaking already.
He’s so deep inside me.
Can he feel the difference this time?
Am I simply praying that he’s half as invested in this as I am? Who am I kidding, of course I am.
But Gabe doesn’t stray an inch.
He’s with me, gaze locked on mine as he builds me back up again.
The sweetness, the restraint I’m used to getting from him has blazed away.
This is the determined version of him.
The locked in version, and I can’t believe how quickly he’s got me shaking again.
The crinkle in his brow and the low moan caught in his throat has me squeezing down on him.
I want this front row seat to his destruction.
I want to be the cause of it.
He seems to feel the same because I’m so damn close to tumbling, heart and all, over the edge of no return.
I dig in my heels—metaphorically—scrambling not to fall, but he keeps pushing me. It’s unstoppable.
“Let go,” Gabe tells me, his fight beading sweat along his forehead.
I swipe it away with my fingertips and finally see the cracks in him. His brows draw together as my core seizes me in this weightless wash of ecstasy.
My mouth falls open, and I ride it out, keeping one toe in reality as Gabe jerks above me, digging in, milking every scrap of pleasure out of this experience for us both, and it washes me away.
Basking in the aftermath, it takes long seconds for me to come back to myself.
I return to Gabe stroking my cheek with his thumb, his body pressed down into mine, and him looking at me like I’m everything.
My heart cracks in half, growing to compensate for all these new feelings.
He plants a kiss on my mouth that heals that fissure, reinforcing it with steel.
Gabe is the perfection I always knew he’d be.
We swim in this afterglow with small touches, simmering kisses, long looks…
Until a knock at my door jars us out of it, and Daisy calls, “Mom and Dad are on their way home, so if you two don’t want to get caught. Better move now.”