38. Drew #2
I slot my key through the door lock and enter the house quietly, like I’m a thief in my own house.
I’m fucking exhausted. We were scheduled to return tomorrow but I got permission from Coach to come back tonight.
We played Michigan earlier tonight and I got on a flight as soon as the press obligations were over.
Quietly setting my bag by the entrance, I remove my shoes and put them on the rack.
I take the steps quietly, avoiding the one step that creaks and automatically turn towards Jules’s room when I reach the landing.
The door is closed and I slowly push it open, not wanting to wake her.
Moonlight spills across the room from the window because Jules never draws the blinds.
I look at the chair where Bailey sleeps and find it empty.
Expecting her to be in bed with Jules, my eyes drift to the bed and there’s no one there. The bed is empty and perfectly made.
Frowning, I take my phone out of my pocket to double check if she’s staying with Lavinia tonight. The last message Jules sent me was to commiserate our loss tonight. Did something happen to her? To Bailey? Fuck! I’m just about to call Jules when I hear a soft noise.
I walk out of the room and notice the door to my room is slightly ajar. I’m not a stickler for privacy and I’m not worried about Jules going in there and rummaging through my things, but I closed the door before I left. Maybe the cleaner left it open? Or Jules opened it for Bailey?
I push the door open and step inside. The first thing I notice is Bailey, sleeping on her bed by the window. The second thing I notice is feet sticking out from under my covers.
I feel immediate relief that they’re both okay. The relief is followed by a strange twisting of emotions of finding her in my bed. We’ve been sleeping in her bed since that first night and the fact that she missed me enough to come to my bed has me all twisted.
Closing the door behind me softly, I remove my clothes and pull on a pair of pajama pants before walking to the other side of the bed and sliding in.
Jules turns immediately, her eyes opening slightly.
“Drew?”
I kiss her forehead. “Shh, go to sleep.”
Her cold feet press against mine as she slides closer. I wrap my arm around her waist.
“You weren’t supposed to come until tomorrow,” she whispers, breath fanning across my chest.
“I missed you,” I admit. “I flew out early.”
“Couldn’t go one more day without me?” Her voice is teasing and light.
“Two weeks was more than enough. I didn’t want to stay away a second longer than necessary,” I confess. I’m aware of her fears of moving too fast, but I also can’t stop the way I feel. “Why are you sleeping in here?”
“Missed you,” she whispers softly.
She tilts her head back and I kiss her softly, sighing into the kiss. Funny how a person can become your home so quickly. I’m used to coming back to a cold and empty house. Jules’s presence is the warmth I’ve been lacking.
I slip my hand beneath her top, her skin soft and heated. I squeeze her waist. “Jules,” I murmur into our kiss.
Jules grabs my hand, sliding it up her body and pressing it against her tit.
We both moan into the kiss. This wasn’t my intention when I got in bed, but I’m hard as a rock and her soft body is pressed against mine invitingly.
I leave my hand over her breast, feeling its perfect weight in my hand. She’s perfect everywhere.
Jules throws her leg over my thigh and I feel the heat of her pussy pressing over my cock.
“Baby, maybe we should stop,” I gasp, pulling back from the kiss. The last thing I want is to do something she’s going to regret in the morning.
I can feel her heart beating under my hand and I can’t resist squeezing her tit. Jules moans, her nails digging into my chest. “Do you want to stop?”
I chuckle drily. “That’s the last thing I want. I’m worried about you.”
I can’t see her eyes clearly in the dark, but I feel her body relax into me.“Just so you know, I’ve been sleeping here the whole time and I’ve had to replace my vibrator batteries twice.”
If I wasn’t already painfully hard, I’d definitely be after the image that confession brings to mind. Jules lying in my bed, naked, moaning my name as she makes herself come again and again.
“You love to torture me, don’t you?” I groan.
She licks a path up my neck to my jaw. “I could have told you when you were too far to do anything about it. Aren’t you happy I waited until now?”
I squeeze and twist her nipple between my thumb and forefinger and Jules rocks her hips against mine.
“Don’t get cheeky,” I warn. “I’ll pull out the ropes and tie you to this very bed.”
Jules sucks on my bottom lip. “You won’t. Not without my permission. It’s why I trust you so much.”
“I’d never do anything you didn’t want to do or weren’t comfortable with,” I say. I look down at what she’s wearing, for the first time noticing the silk and lace. “What happened to being comfortable and unsexy?”
“I was testing you,” she says. “That’s what you’re going to get most of the time.”
“But I like that. You’re never more sexy than when you are in too big night clothes and a sheet mask.”
She giggles, which immediately turns into a yawn.
“Let’s sleep for tonight, baby.”
Jules murmurs her acquiescence, tucking her head against my chest. We fall asleep just like that, our bodies twisted together.