Chapter 6

CHLOE

Falling out of a dream startles me awake. My body is warm, and my core is primed. Damn dream about that man. I'm such a hussy. I bump something plastic with my foot and lean up to see a bag on the end of the bed. He was in the room again. I glance down at my naked breasts. He probably got another show. Douche canoe. Reaching for the bag, I dump it out. Three pairs of underwear, two bras, two drawstring lounge pants, and two shirts tumble onto the blanket. Just when I think he's all bad, he does something nice. I blow out my breath, looking at the sizes. How does he know my size? And these are so expensive. The chair where I laid my dress is now empty. "Where's my dress?" I jump out of the bed and grab the clothes. Suck it up, Chloe, and put on the clothes. You can't continue to wear the same clothing.

Drew raises his head as I step out of the hallway. "Oh, good, they fit."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You're welcome, babe."

"Where's my dress?"

His smile beams across his face like he's got a secret. "I sent it out to be dry cleaned."

That's nice, too. "Okay."

He flicks his head to the stilled screen on the TV. "Want to play?"

I cock my head. "Play what?" Oh shit. You just opened a door and gave him an invitation to walk right through.

His smile tilts to a smirk. "Mario Kart."

"What is that?"

"It's the best video game. I'll teach you."

I approach the sectional like a rabbit waiting for a snake to strike. "I don't play video games."

He scoffs. "I imagine that's true. You're too smart to waste your time. But you've got to stay until Lily finds someone else, so let me teach you." He wiggles his eyebrow. "I'm an excellent teacher."

Rolling my eyes, I sit down. The screen is even bigger when it's turned on, taking up half the wall with bright colors. "I'll bet that cost my whole paycheck."

He shrugs. "I didn't even consider that when I bought it and had it delivered. This room was the only room I cared about in the condo. The decorator did everything else."

"Of course you wouldn't." Drew hands me the white controller. "I have no idea what to do with this."

"Take it in your hands and play with it."

"Does everything you say have to come out as innuendo?"

"Innuendo infers. Let me be clear. I want you. If I thought I could put my cock in your hands, and you'd play with it, I'd hand you my cock right now."

I gasp. I haven't been this horny in I don't know how long. "The things you say."

His eyes bore into my soul. "You can't tell me you don't want me. Your body betrays you." He moves toward me and pulls me onto his lap. Kissing me reverently at first, his passion building. I give up on trying to deny my desires. He swallows my moans as I slip my hand around his neck, fingering the long hair. Drew breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, eliciting a breathy sigh. "You taste as good as I imagined."

I tip my head to give Drew better access. "That feels so good."

Drew nuzzles my neck and jaw. "That's nothing to what you're going to feel. I'm going to make you feel so good, you'll be addicted to my touch."

"You're so arrogant."

"I've never wanted another woman more than I want you. I want to make you come as much as I need my next breath." He puts his hand down my lounge pants and rubs against my pussy. Pleasure surges, soaking my panties, and filling me with lust. He slips his hand into the panties and strokes my lips while his thumb and finger play against my clit.

"Drew." I cry out, raising my body and facing him, devouring his lips. Our tongues mingle as he uses those phenomenal hands to bring me closer to the edge. He swallows my ecstasy as I cry out, feeling the orgasm crest, pure pleasure powering through my body.

"God, you're beautiful when you come." He sucks on my lower lip and then leans back to yank off his shirt. "I can't wait to taste you." He switches arms holding me.

He grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up and off my body. His mouth moves to my throat as his hand unhooks the center bra snap. He cups my breasts with his hands, and the look of lust on his face makes my pussy clench. Bending down, he takes my left nipple between his teeth and slides it back and forth.

I moan. "That feels incredible."

"You're going to love the things I'm going to do to your body." He grabs me and lays me on my back onto the leather sectional. His pupils block out the blue irises in his eyes, making me even hornier, relishing in his lust. His fingers pull off my lounge pants and soaked panties in one swipe. Drew pushes my knees back, and he leans down to settle his mouth against my pussy. The first swipe of his tongue ratchets me off the sofa.

"Oh, Drew. Make me come."

His chuckle vibrates in my clit as he sucks it, pursing his lips before he pulls off. He slips his long finger into my pussy and uses his thumb to rub my clit.

I thrash, moving my head back and forth and clutching the edges of the cushion. "Drew!" He's lifted his head to watch me while his hand works me in all the right ways. I can't be embarrassed, as my orgasm is within my reach. I'm sure I look like a crazy woman, but I don't care. The sensations bombard my senses, and I cry out as my body peaks, needing to explode. He pushes his thumb harder into my clit, and I feel the pinch. It's exactly what my body needs to climax. I lose all sense of time and space as I catapult into a mind-blowing orgasm.

"I can't take it anymore. I have to be inside you." He leans over to open a drawer under the center section of the sofa and pulls out a strip of condoms.

Reality crashes into me like a freight train. How many women has he fucked here? Was he planning this? "I can't do this." Scampering back a few feet, I sit up. "I don't want to be a ball bunny." The surprise on his face gives me a slight pause until my daughter's face crosses into my mind. What kind of role model am I?

"Wait. What's wrong? We both want this."

I shake my head. "No, I won't do this."

Drew stares at me. "I don't understand."

I point at the condoms. "You have condoms under the sofa. Obviously, this is a thing for you, and I'm not that kind of woman. I can't just be one of the many women you do and dump." I don't give him a chance to respond before I'm running for the guest room.

DREW

I jump to my feet to follow Chloe, but she slams the door, and I hear the click of the small lock. "What the fuck just happened?" Walking back, I survey the scene. The strip of condoms contrast against the starkness of the furniture. I shake my head, grabbing them up in my hand. I slap the strip into my other palm. "Why would she be upset about the condoms? I always use one." I plop myself back down onto the sofa and take out my phone. I need to check on Travis. I dial the phone and wait for him to answer.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Trav? How's your mom?"

"She's better. I'm moving her to Dallas. Who'd you use to get into the Quad?"

"I talked to Cameron Campbell. I'll give you his number. He's mentioned they have both apartments and condos available. What did the doctor say?"

"She's going to need physical therapy and help with her day-to-day stuff. She'll stay with me and have a nurse, and when she's ready, I'll put her in her own place near me."

"You're a dutiful son, Trav."

"Thanks man. How are you feeling?"

"Uh. I'm fine."

Travis clears his throat. "What's wrong?"

"I fucked up."

He laughs. "What else is new?"

I blow out my breath. "No, seriously man."

"What happened? Is it from the fight?"

"No. An old friend brought me home from the hospital. She and I have a history, and one thing led to another."

Travis sighs. "You fucked your friend and now you regret it?"

"What? No. We didn't finish."

Travis laughs. "You didn't finish. You must be more injured than I saw online."

"Damn it. Will you just listen?" I blow out my breath, trying to settle my heart. "We were going to play Mario Kart, and things got hot. So, we were getting ready to get busy, and we were both into it. I mean, she was primed. My cock could cut glass. We kissed, and it felt different. It mattered. She matters. I pulled the condoms out of the lower drawer, and she bolted. You know me; I always use a condom. No glove, no love, no matter how into the moment I feel."

There's a silence. Oh, this can't be good.

Travis snickers on the other end of the phone. "Let me get this right. You and she were there, and you pulled out condoms out of your sofa stash, and she didn't like it?"

I shake my head. "Well, yeah."

"You are such a dumbass. She thinks you just fuck any chick at your place. How old are those condoms, anyway? I doubt you've replaced them since you moved in."

"Yeah. We've talked about this. I don't fuck anyone in my place. She'd be the first."

"Don't tell me, tell her."

A neon spotlight flashes in my brain, lighting up a ‘dumbass' sign. "Shit. Thanks Trav. I'll send you Cameron's info, and please let me know if you need anything with your mom."

"I appreciate that. Thanks. I'll see you in a week or two. Bye."

I stare at my phone, feeling stupid. My mother used to talk about the importance of communication in relationships. Dumbass.