Page 72 of Slow Burn (The Boston Beauties)

‘Teasing me.’

‘So, this is a dream come true then?’ I smirked as he pushed his erection into my stomach, creating friction.

‘It will be in a second,’ he placed me back on my feet.

‘Hey,’ I protested as he stepped out of the shower.

He opened a drawer on the vanity to pull out a condom, tearing the foil package and rolling one over his length. Since that first morning, we’d always used condoms. A lot of condoms as we’d been having a lot of sex. He didn't want to risk it, and I got it, but we both hated the barrier between us.

‘I know, cupcake,’ he groaned. ‘We need to get you on the pill soon. I can’t wait to feel all of you again.’

He hoisted me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist again. Shower sex was raw, fast and hard. We didn’t take time for any foreplay. By the time he pushed into me, I was always wet for him.

We left our lovemaking for the bed, or the sofa, occasionally the kitchen table, but the shower was always quick. I felt myself building my release just around the corner.

‘Drew…’

‘Yeah, cupcake, that’s it,’ he growled, pulling my hips closer to him, as he let out a cry as he finished deep within me.

He held me there, kissing me softly for a few moments before setting me on my feet and rinsing me off before I jumped out of the shower. I had a feeling if I stayed any longer we’d end up late for dinner.

‘Your mom messaged me just as I was leaving the house, they’re on their way,’ Drew told me as I was drying off and he was washing his body.

My father was released from the hospital this morning and I was planning on making dinner tonight for them at their house.

Their house.

Before I left it had been our summer house. Now I had my own summer house, but it was feeling more like a fulltime house to me. It was something that Drew and I hadn’t really discussed. Where we would live full-time once I came back to live permanently.

His business was predominately on the Cape, but he did have a few clients in Boston and could easily do both if he had two crews. I had been thinking about running my business out of Boston as that was where a bigger population base was, however, if I looked at a retreat style, the Cape really was more of an ideal location and a possibility down the road.

These were conversations Drew and I would have to have in the coming months.

I changed into a pair of tights and my now-oversized Harvard hoodie I had taken from my room in Boston. I dried my hair and put it in a straight ponytail. Drew was casual in blue jeans and a long-sleeve Bruins shirt.

I looked at him, ‘Bruins fan now?’

‘When in Rome…’ He smirked. ‘Actually, I think your dad got this for me last year when he took me to a game for my birthday.’

‘February?’ I questioned, hoping I remembered right, and he nodded, holding up two fingers. February second. I’d have to do something great for him this year.

I took out the bag I had in the fridge with everything I would need to make dinner, along with a bottle of white wine I’d had Drew pick up earlier.

Even though it was right next door, we drove as there was a lot of snow out, and I still didn’t have proper footwear. Had I been smart, I’d have brought a pair with me from Boston. He carried the bags into the house, and I followed him as he unlocked the door. Not much had changed. ‘I see she’s still holding on to the floral patterns,’ I joked.

I hated the interior design of this house; my mother had impeccable taste, yet this house did not reflect it at all.

‘Stop,’ Drew chided, he hated when I teased my mother. ‘She’s actually planning on changing everything before the summer.’

‘She’s been saying that for years.’

‘Yeah, well, she’s been a bit otherwise distracted,’ he stated elegantly. It was true that before my brother died, she had wanted to change things up, but we didn’t even venture out here the year after his death. When we did, the focus was on the outside of the house as Dad had Drew and at the time wasn’t sure for how long. Lucky for me, he seemed like a permanent fixture. Then there was my so-called disappearance, and it had to appear that she was once again in mourning. But she’d had last summer.

‘Why not last summer?’

‘I was run off my feet last summer, then in the fall they traveled a lot, and now...well, I guess we'll have lots of time to discuss things now that they will be here for a bit, that makes it easier.’

‘So Christmas break is going to be real life HGTV, great.’ I rolled my eyes, turning the oven on to heat up. ‘Can’t wait.’

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