Page 47 of Winter's End

I needed them both right now. I wasn’t ready to face this pain and deal with my feelings.

I sent Winter a text before remembering she was studying with Raven tonight. Not wanting to disturb her, I sent her another message telling her to forget it and called Drew. He answered on the second ring.

“Hey man, want to come over?”

He arrived within a half hour, showing up on my doorstep with a frozen pizza and a case of beer. Bless this man.

“What’s going on?” Drew cracked a beer as we both settled into the couch with the hockey game on in the background.

I wasn’t able to get the words out; I’d share them with Drew eventually, but tonight, they were still too raw and painful, like the first breeze of air across bad road rash. I knew the scabs would heal, but it would be a bitch to get there as they faded into dull scars across the skin.

With WAQ’s embezzlement, Dad and Georgio’s history, and now this marital infidelity, I didn’t know how these wounds would ever heal. But right now, I didn’t need healing. I needed a distraction—in the form of Drew’s hot body.

My gaze wandered over the gorgeous man’s bulging frame in his navy-blue standard Henley. The stubble on his jaw was at least three days old, framing his kissable lips in the perfect way; his hazel eyes beckoned me into their depths as the shifting colors of the game on the TV flickered behind us.

I bit my lip, desperate for the feel of him against me. I hoped he was ready for the next step tonight, because I needed to fuck him so badly, my balls hurt.

“I just needed to see you.”

I plucked the beer out of his hand and set it on the coffee table before sliding over into the seat next to him and eliminating the space between us.

Leaning in, I placed light kisses along the column of his neck, nipping at his Adam’s apple as he swallowed hard against my teeth.

“I just needed to taste you.”

I kissed those pouty lips hungrily, forcing him to open up to me and let me in. I explored the heat of his mouth with my tongue, tasting the first few sips of his beer and something minty, as I deepened the kiss until we both needed to come up for air.

Slowly, I slid my hands over the bulge in his jeans, loving the effect I had on his body. I pushed my palm over his restricted shaft with light pressure, and he shuddered beneath my touch.

“I just needed to feel you,” I whispered reverently, shifting to straddle him completely and kiss him again, our layers of clothing the only thing between us.

He groaned deep in his chest, the sound so fucking sexy I could come to it on the spot. I ground my hips into his erection, relishing the feel of his cock on mine, sharp tingles of pleasure rocketing up my spine.

He grabbed the hem of my t-shirt, whipping it over my head in a flurry as I moved to do the same to him.

Shirtless, breathless, and hard as fuck, I took my shot. My gray eyes sought his as I stated my intentions.

“I just need to be inside you.”

Those innocent eyes widened in surprise, but then flared with the heat of a thousand suns. He hauled my face to his, kissing me with such ferocity my full weight fell into him.

He unbuckled my belt and slid it off me, throwing it somewhere in the corner of the room before he shoved my jeans and boxers over my ass. The heat of his palms massaged my ass cheeks, gripping me even harder as I ground against his still-covered cock.

I pushed off the couch, yanked my pants down and off, and reached for his belt to do the same. Pulling him to stand, I stripped him naked faster than I’d ever taken clothes off anyone, man or woman.

What a fucking specimen; his cock stood stiff and proud in front of me. I stroked the underside of his length, my finger following along the thick vein to his tip, enjoying the twitches that followed my every touch.

“Are we really doing this?” Drew’s question came out on a shiver. I grasped his balls and gently squeezed them between my fingers.

I leaned in, licking along his jaw. Stopping at the soft flesh under his ear, I sucked so hard it would leave a mark.

“I want to.” I brought his earlobe into my mouth, nibbling the tip between my teeth. “Are you ready for that?”

He needed to say yes to move forward. I not only wanted his permission, I needed him towantthis; I needed to know I wasn’t just an experiment for him, this was the real deal. He was going to break my heart and rip my soul in two, if it wasn’t.

I had it bad for Drew Johnson and I was in too deep already, regardless of what his answer was.

“Yes.”

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