Page 57 of The Drop

"Makes sense, but the killer in Scream was already in the house at the end of the movie." Bear shrugs, and we all turn to Grant.

"I would not have killed Brooke," Grant bursts out, and Adam lifts his legs further away from Grant and scoots closer to me.

"Bear and I can take him, Brookie, you've got to run," Adam whispers loudly, and Grant throws a pillow at him.

"So, back to Sasha yelling at you," I probe, sitting back more comfortably now that I didn't have Adam's head in my lap; without Cami here to gossip with, I've been a little deprived.

"I can take her outbursts, but the girl I was with got scared off and then she kicked Bear and I out when we tried to play Mario Kart, saying she and Gunnar were going to watch a movie."

"Seriously? She kicked you guys out of your own apartment?" Grant moves to stand up.' I'm assuming he intends to go over there and tell her off.

"Don't worry about it," Bear stops him, grabbing one blanket and throwing another at Adam, where it lands on his head, and he battles with it, trying to untangle himself. "Sleepover at Brookies sounds way more fun."

Grant and I look at each other while Adam and Bear try to pick a movie, and our one promising night together is now a sleepover with the boys.

I'm lying in bed trying to fall asleep after leaving the guys in the living room.

After all that teasing between Grant and me earlier, nothing happened because the boys interrupted us, and now I'm feeling frustrated.

Just as I'm wondering whether they would hear my vibrator from here, I hear a faint knock at my door, and I turn toward it as Grant slips in and I smile.

“I told them I couldn't sleep on the floor, and I was going to crash in Cami’s room”, he whispers, slipping under the covers, and I move to make room.

“She will murder you”, I gasp as he reaches for me, and I move my legs to straddle him, and he groans.

“It'll be worth it,” he says, wrapping his hand around my ponytail and pulling me down to hover above his lips. He whispers, “I’ll die a happy man.”

I close the distance and kiss him greedily. He tugs on my hair, making me moan into his mouth as he grinds his hips up into me.

“You’ve got to be quiet, baby,” he murmurs against my neck, sucking at my pulse point. I nod, breathing heavily as his hands slide across my ass and slip under my sleep shorts, finding me already wet.

He groans.

I slide my hands up and down his bare chest, grinding against his fingers. I need more. My fingers move to the waistband of his sweatpants, and he helps me push them down.

“Condoms are in the drawer,” I gasp as he pushes another finger inside me.

He nods, withdrawing his fingers and reaching for the drawer. He pulls one out, rolls it on, and tugs me over him. I lower myself slowly, trying to adjust to his size.

I moan as quietly as I can.

His hands trail up my sides, teasing my breasts, and I begin moving, rolling my hips, whimpering at how big he is.

He sits up, kisses me deeply, and slides his tongue over mine as he thrusts up into me.

“I’m not going to last long baby, all that teasing earlier got me worked up” he groans when I bite and suck on his bottom lip.

“I’m close already,” I gasp as he circles his hips perfectly.

“Thank God.” He flips us, thrusting hard, making the bed squeak. We both freeze, my heart pounding. I really don’t want Adam and Bear hearing us.

Just then, the loudest snore I’ve ever heard rips through the apartment so loud it sounds like the culprit is in the room with us.

I look at Grant. He shrugs... and thrusts fully into me again.

The angle is perfect. I explode, covering my mouth to muffle my scream.

Grant’s not far behind. He buries his face in my neck, groaning against my skin as he pulses inside me.

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