Chapter 19 Brooke #2
I replay the last thirty hours in my mind, every look, every laugh, every doubt and each defense.
I have so many questions, but none that I can put into words with him standing so close to me like this.
My brain runs through the list of excuses Drew justified for what feels like the hundredth time, when suddenly, his jaw grows tight, the only movement between the two of us.
My gaze lands on his gold chain shining like a light at the end of the dark tunnel of his shirt, and I flash back to it sitting across his sweat-beaded chest, damp and glistening.
His ink on display, bold and vulnerable.
My eyes resisting the urge to wander, my heart questioning his depth.
His skin and true-self exposed just enough.
"Your move, Mystery Girl."
Or maybe not enough at all.
I barely finish my thought when I'm in his arms, mine arranged around his neck.
I kiss him hard, and he reciprocates, our lips melting together like they're one, as always, our tongues greedy for each other.
Before I have a chance to question it—even one moment to second-guess—Drew slides his hands to the outside of my thighs, lifting me so I'm forced to wrap my legs around his waist.
The perfect cock I know he's restricting underneath his thin compression pants fights against the spandex. It swells between my legs as he pushes on my ass, holding me firmly against him. The friction he causes at the apex of my thighs isn't even close to the amount of pressure that I need.
I whimper as Drew drags my bottom lip between his teeth, while simultaneously turning and walking us backward. We pause when my back hits the wall, both of us panting. He slides his hand into my hair and holds my gaze, speaking to me with no words at all before he kisses me once more.
Moments later, my legs unfold from around him as I slide down his chest, setting my feet back on the floor. Drew moves his other hand from my waist so both are tangled in my hair.
"This real enough for you yet?" He presses his lips to mine again as he drops his hands and brushes his thumbs past the fabric covering my nipples.
"I don't know, Twelve," I gasp, pulling away. "I think you can do better than that."
Drew dips down and nips at my neck, grabbing my hand and pinning my palm to his cock. "How about now? Pretty real?"
I inhale quickly as I feel every minute of how long it's been since he's been inside me. "Yeah," I say breathlessly. "Better."
With that, Drew grabs hold of my hips and twists them swiftly, spinning me so that I'm sandwiched between him and the wall in the best possible way.
"This has always been real to me, baby," he says to my back before leaning in so I can feel locks of his damp hair fall onto my cheek.
"And you won't leave this room without feeling every inch of that. "
As if those words were a command, my fingers drop to the waistband of my jeans, readying them for him. Drew growls in my ear as I push my ass into him, and he watches my quick work over the button.
Before the zipper is even fully down, he steps backward, dipping his hands underneath the fabric on either side of my hips and pulls them down as they take my thong with them.
"Fuck," he mutters.
Without needing to be asked, I step on the back of each shoe, kicking them off, grateful that I decided on the zip-up combat boots this morning and not the ones that lace up the front. Once they're tossed to the side, I step out of my jeans and wait for Drew to make his move.
When he remains still behind me, I look back at him over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I ask, suddenly vulnerable with my bare ass on display.
He licks his lips. "Fucking memorizing this."
A heat creeps up my cheeks as I turn back around, hiding his words' effect on me. Seconds later, Drew shuffles behind me, and I move my hips, desperate for his touch.
Just to tease me, he lines the tip of his cock up with my middle and slides it up and down, my body already slick for him.
"Is this image too much for you?" he asks, his free hand brushing down the center of my back. "This attitude?"
I moan in response, pushing back into him as he continues his taunt.
"Answer me, baby."
"No," I blurt out. "God, no. Just… more."
With that, he shoves into me, filling me in the most satisfying way, my walls clenching around him like a lifeline. It's been too damn long.
I cry out, muffling my sounds by pressing my mouth into the back of my arm braced on the wall in front of me. "How about that?" he huffs out at the same time, buried inside me but agonizingly still. "Does that feel too fucking young for you, Brooke?"
"No," I pant, now even more needy. "Definitely not." When he stays motionless, I take matters into my own hands, shifting forward and driving back into him.
Drew groans, his hand flying to my hair. He wraps it in his fist and pulls me toward his chest. At this angle, his cock hits me in the most delicious spot, and once again, he's in control.
"Turn around," he whispers in my ear.
"What? But—"
He drops my hair and pulls out of me completely, leaving me empty and desperate.
For him.
"Turn around."
I do as I'm told, and before I can question him again, he picks me back up by my waist and shuffles forward.
He pins my shoulders to the wall once more, only this time, I don't unwrap my legs.
With one arm still holding me, he takes his other hand and lines his cock back up with my entrance.
I settle onto it as he releases some of my weight, and the pressure from this position shatters me in the most welcomed way.
Pulling the hair at the nape of his neck, I stifle my sounds by baring down on his shoulder. I should probably care more that the last time we were in here someone walked right in, but I can barely remember my own name with Drew inside me.
"Look at me," he says, still pumping in and out.
I lift my head, my gaze landing on the same heated eyes that saw through me ten months ago.
Drew drops his slick forehead to mine, and my hands drop to his biceps that are bulging from holding all of my weight not pinned to the wall.
"I want this," he pants desperately. His eyelids fall shut as his breathing kicks up.
"I want this," he repeats almost to himself.
His words bring me closer to the edge, and Drew's speed increases as my mind races.
This.
This is the Drew that I met ten months ago.
This is the Drew that I see when I'm with him.
This is the Drew that I knew existed.
This is the Drew that I want—my mother's opinions and future-Brooke be damned.
"Fuck," he grunts as he slams into me once more, emptying inside me as I ride my own high.
My legs squeeze his firm waist as my body quivers between his wall of a chest and the real one behind me. He presses his dewy lips to mine, solid but eager, as if he's ingraining it to memory. I meet his fervor, with all of my thoughts still at the forefront of mind.
"Tell me you want this," he says between breaths after breaking our seal.
I search his eyes and come up with nothing short of longing. I nod, agreeing to both myself and to him. "I think I might," I admit, swallowing any remaining hesitation.
He exhales through a boyish smile. "What are you saying here, baby?"
I chuckle softly, remembering those same words from that night. "I guess I'm saying I'm good with this if you are."