54. Drew
DREW
I flip on the light switch and gesture for her to enter my home.
I step inside behind her.
The house is quiet, like it's waiting for something.
I close the door behind us, the lock clicking louder than it should.
Neither of us moves.
She’s close enough that I feel her without touching her.
“You’re quiet,” she says.
“So are you.”
“I don’t need to talk.”
That tracks.
I drag a hand through my hair, trying to ground myself.
“Do you want something to drink?” I ask.
“No.”
“Food?”
“No.”
I let out a breath. “Okay.”
Silence again.
But it’s... full.
Heavy.
Charged.
She steps closer.
That’s all it takes for my body to become an inferno.
Another step.
Now she’s right in front of me.
I step closer, closing the distance she keeps controlling.
Her gaze drops to my mouth, then lifts again.
My hand lifts, fingers brushing her jaw.
Her breath hitches.
She doesn’t pull away.
That’s all I need.
I kiss her, my hand cupping the back of her head.
It’s not soft or hesitant.
It’s everything I’ve been holding back all night.
She responds immediately, like she’s been waiting for this moment every bit as much as I have.
Her hand slides up into my hair, pulling me closer. Just enough to anchor me there.
My other hand finds her waist, dragging her closer. Letting her feel how much I want her.
I pull back just enough to breathe, my forehead against hers.
“Violet…” My voice is rough. Unsteady.
She doesn’t answer. Just looks at me like she sees everything.
“Stay,” I say. The word slips out before I can think about it.
Her eyes soften slightly. “I was planning to.”
My lips find hers again in a kiss that leaves us even more breathless than the first one.
And then I’m lifting her.
She wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms still around my neck.
I carry her to my bedroom, my lips entangled with hers.
And then—
“Ouch.”
I fall against the wall, cradling her to keep her safe.
“Meow,” Luna screams, batting me with her paw.
“What the—”
I lift my foot, realizing I’m on her tail.
“Oh, shit. I didn’t mean to step on you.”
“Poor baby,” Violet says, looking down at her.
Luna gives me a look, then stalks away, her tail high in the air.
“Hope that didn’t kill the mood,” I say to Violet.
She shakes her head. “No. Just... shut the bedroom door so there are no more mishaps.”
I straighten, adjusting Violet in my arms.
Once inside my bedroom, I kick the door shut.
My breathing is heavy as I lower her to her feet, her body sliding down mine.
“Did you mean what you said? About the woman who has so much to give.”
She nods, her lips parting slightly. “Yes.”
My hands run up her side. “That felt like a confession. Wanting someone to pull her close.” I tug her closer, our bodies melded together. “To kiss her until she forgets how to breathe.”
Her breath comes faster. “Yes. That’s what I want.”
I cup her face. “Do you want someone who won’t hesitate?” My pulse beats against my skin. “Someone who takes what he wants?”
A slight puff of air hits my face as she exhales. “I want all of it.”
My lips find hers again. The kiss is hungry. Desperate.
Like I've waited far too long for this.
And then, we’re tugging at each other’s clothing, breaking long enough to tug off our shirts. Shoes. Jeans. Underwear.
When she’s naked, I lift her, carrying her to my bed, my lips fused with hers.
I lay her on it, my weight following, covering her skin.
I break the kiss, sucking in a breath. I take in her luminous eyes in the dark. The way her chest heaves against mine.
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
I lean over, reaching into my nightstand. I pull out the ridiculous blindfold Ivy insisted belonged in my "fresh start" basket. One I’d never thought I’d use.
Until now.
She lifts her head, letting me slide it on.
Then she lays back, her body presented to me like it’s on a platter.
“I’m yours, Drew. Take me.”
My lips seal over hers, kissing her like she’s the air I need to breathe. Her breasts press into me, nipples hard beneath my skin.
I break the kiss, my lips traveling down her throat, licking and sucking. Marking her as mine.
My hands move to her breasts, teasing her nipples. She moans, arching into my touch.
“God, Violet,” I whisper. “You smell so good.” I press my nose against her throat before sucking her soft skin.
She moans, writhing beneath me.
I pull back enough to put my index finger in my mouth. Then I tease her nipple, watching it harden even more. I do the same with the other, watching her lose control.
“You look so beautiful. Coming undone like this.”
She whimpers in response, her head rolling on the pillow.
“Drew,” she whispers. “Please.”
I adjust myself, sliding my hardness against her clit, teasing her. My mouth covers her right nipple, my tongue circling it before I suck it harder. Her nails dig into my back in response.
I love seeing her like this.
Her sight taken away makes the sensations hit even harder. And I get to drink in her gorgeous naked body lying on my bed.
My mouth and fingers tease her nipples until she’s squirming and pleading. Her swollen clit feels so good against my hardness, precum seeping out.
And then I move lower.
My hands slide beneath her ass. I kiss her inner thighs, lingering there before I move to her center. My tongue swirls around her clit. She jolts, then moans. Her fingers curl in my hair, trying to pull me closer.
“Oh, God. Drew.”
I moan against her. “God isn’t here, sweetheart. Just me.”
She shivers, goosebumps rising on her flesh. “That’s so hot. I had no idea you could be... dirty.”
I chuckle darkly, then move lower, licking her pussy. She’s soaked from wanting me so bad.
“I’m not stopping until you cum on my tongue.”
Her fingers tighten in my hair as I unleash on her.
My tongue moves back to her clit. I slide one, then another finger inside her. She gasps, her thighs squeezing my head. I push them open, feasting on her. Feeling her wetness soaking my hand.
Her moans grow louder. Her chest heaves from her ragged breaths.
“Drew. I’m gonna...”
“I know, sweetheart,” I whisper. “Cum for me.”
And then I suck her clit into my mouth, my fingers moving faster, and she tightens, squeezing my fingers as she detonates around me.
I stay with her until she stops moving, then press a kiss against her pussy before moving higher, kissing from her stomach to her lips.
She wraps an arm around my neck, her other gliding over my skin until she finds my erection. She strokes me, her lips hovering near mine.
“So hard. Aching to be inside me. Aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I hiss, harder than I’ve ever been. “I need you.”
I grab her hand, stopping her. “Don’t make me embarrass myself.”
I lift the blindfold, then slide it over her head.
“I want to see your eyes when I’m inside you.”
“Please, Drew.” She wraps her legs around my hips, arching against me. “I need you.”
I reach between us, almost losing my senses from the desire to be inside her.
“Are you on anything?”
She nods. “I have an IUD.”
“Do you want me to use a condom?”
I’m pretty sure I have a small pack in my drawer. Again, part of the gag gift Ivy gave me.
She shakes her head. “No. I want to feel you. All of you.”
And then, I’m lining up with her entrance, slowly sinking inside her, inch by inch.
She bites her lip, eyes on mine, her hands grabbing my ass.
Then she pulls me deeper with a soft gasp.
“Drew,” she whispers.
The way she says my name—desperate and reverent—is enough to snap my control.
I grit my teeth, moving in and out of her wetness, trying not to pound her into the mattress.
Yet.
Her hands come up, cupping my face as she stares into my eyes. No words are necessary as we move.
She's everything I didn't know I needed.
Our bodies move in unison, as if we’ve done this before, even though we haven’t.
Our lips meet, kissing until I have to break it to breathe.
“More.” Her fingers curl into my back. “Give me more.”
I begin snapping my hips, pounding her into the mattress.
She leans forward, her lips wrapping around my nipple. I moan, close to spilling myself inside her, but desperate to keep going.
“Drew,” she pants as she moves to my other nipple. “I want you to come inside me.”
My jaw clenches, fighting for control.
She’s so damn soft and pliable beneath me. Her soft moans and whimpers make me crazy.
“Are you... sure?”
She pulls back, soft violet eyes meeting mine. “Yes. Fill me up, Drew.”
I thrust two more times before my balls draw up against me. A tingle surges through my spine as I shove myself deep, moaning her name as I spill inside her.
She tightens around me, moaning my name as she comes on me.
We cling to one another, our hearts racing, breathing heavy. I lower my head to her neck, inhaling her skin as I try to calm down.
Pulling out of her, I roll onto my back, taking her with me so she’s lying on my chest. Her leg tucks between mine, her hand over my rapidly beating heart.
“That was incredible,” she whispers breathlessly.
My lips press against the top of her head. “It was.”
When I pull back, she lifts her head, eyes locking with mine.
And I see it.
The possessiveness in her eyes. A claim.
I smile because I already know the truth.
I belong to her now.
The rest of the night blurs into warmth and closeness.
Into hands and quiet laughter and moments that feel too easy to question.
Too right to stop.
We alternate between making love and fucking until we’re too exhausted to move.
And when I hold her in my arms, my eyes heavy, I feel more at peace than I ever have.
Because she’s here.
And somehow the scariest part isn't how fast this happened.
It's how normal it feels.
When I wake, the room settles into something soft and light. Early morning light dances through the window, spilling onto the bed.
She’s still lying on me, her head resting against my chest, her fingers tracing slow, absent patterns against my skin.
My arm is around her, holding her tight.
I stare at the ceiling, trying to process.
Trying to understand.
“This is…” I start.
I don’t even know how to finish that. Or if I should.
She looks up at me. “What?”
“I don’t know how to describe it.” I stroke her hair. “It’s… everything.”
She nods. “I agree.”
Her fingers glide over my skin. “You’re everything I've always wanted." She smiles against my chest. "I'm exactly where I want to be."
A prickle goes beneath my skin.
The same one that reeks of familiarity.
Like I've heard her voice before.
Like I’ve seen her before.
Like they're connected to something I can't quite reach.
But the feeling slips away before I can catch it.
So I push it away, snuggling into her.
Like we don’t need labels or logic or boundaries.
Just this.
Just us.
She shifts closer.
I tighten my arms around her.
I don't remember the last time holding someone felt this easy. Or someone felt this right.
“You’re not leaving.” It’s not a question.
“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”
I nod once and close my eyes.
And for the first time in a long time, I don’t question anything.
Whatever this is, I’m not walking away from it.