What’s about to happen will change everything between us. And for once, I’m looking forward to it. There’s no shame in sex when you’re with a person you care about. He isn’t just another anonymous boy I’m using to ease that lonely ache inside me.
The realization both excites and terrifies me.
Drew
I couldn’t drive back to the guesthouse fast enough. Traffic was shit, what with the rain, and the roads were slick. I needed to be careful; I caught my back tires skidding across the asphalt a few times when I turned corners, and I lowered my speed. Tried my best to be patient.
But with Fable sitting in the passenger seat all wet and sexy, looking good enough to eat, it was tough.
The moment we get home, I’m out of the truck and opening the door for her. The rain has eased up, though it’s still steady and I have no idea if anyone’s home.
Hell, I don’t really care, either. I’m so eager to get Fable inside, I can hardly see straight.
She’s giggling when I pull her into the guesthouse andshut and lock the door with a finality that brings me complete satisfaction. No one’s going to interrupt this. I won’t allow it. I have to get Fable naked. Have. To. There’s no other choice.
I press her against the wall next to the front door and brace my hands above her head, kissing her until we’re both stupid with lust. Our hips connect, grinding against each other, and the wet clothes we have on are driving me crazy, so I reach for the hem of her shirt and slowly start to tug upward.
“Are you trying to strip me?” She’s teasing. I love the sound of her voice, how it’s full of affection, and I nod, unable to say a word for fear I’ll ruin the moment.
She pushes at my chest so I have no choice but to step back, and I watch breathlessly as she reaches for her shirt and slowly lifts it up, up, until she’s pulling it over her head and letting it fall from her fingers to the floor. She stands before me in a pale pink bra trimmed with black lace, her breasts plumped over the cups, and holy shit, all I want to do is take her bra off so I can touch her there.
Her eyes are glowing as she reaches for me again and I go willingly, devouring her mouth, running my hands up and down her bare sides. My fingers are getting closer and closer to her bra-covered tits and then I’m there, cupping her, smoothing my thumbs across the front of her bra, earning a sweetly agonized moan for my efforts.
I hear her whisper my name when I kiss her neck and she shivers beneath my lips. I trail my tongue along her skin, savoring her taste, the way she melts against me, and I reach behind her back, fumbling with the clasp of her bra until it comes undone.
Nerves make my hand shake and I withdraw from her, smoothing my trembling fingers over her hair, across her cheek. We stare at each other. I see how her bra straps are loose around her shoulders and I slip my fingers beneath those lacy straps and slowly pull them down, revealing her to me for the first time.
My breath catches in my throat and all I can do is stare. She’s beautiful, with the prettiest pale pink nipples I’ve ever seen, and I touch her there, circle first one nipple with my thumb, then the other.
She closes her eyes on a hiss, her hands braced against the wall, her chest thrust forward. I lean over her and rain kisses across her collarbone, her chest, the tops of her breasts, the valley in between. I’m teasing her, teasing myself, and damn, I already feel like I’m going to explode.
When I finally take a hard nipple between my lips, she thrusts her hands into my hair, her entire body tense as I wind my tongue around and around her flesh. She’s panting, I’m panting, and I wish I hadn’t started this here. I should’ve waited until I at least got her into a bed.
“Andrew,” she whispers, the sound of my full namestopping me cold, and I go completely still as memories wash over me.
Just let me touch you, Andrew, I know you’ll like it. It’ll be so perfect between us. Please, Andrew. I know how to make you feel good…
I wrench myself out of Fable’s hold and back away from her, my breath coming in ragged spurts, my brain spinning with old memories mixed with new, fresh ones.
“Drew, what’s wrong? What happened?”
I focus my gaze on Fable, watch as she pushes away from the wall and comes toward me, her breasts bouncing with her every step, her expression filled with concern. I’m ruining it. I’m letting my past shade my present—hell, my entire future—and I’m filled with inexplicable rage.
This wasn’t supposed to happen, not like this, not today, and I shake my head, unable to speak, my tongue feels so thick.
She reaches for me, her hand touches mine, and I yank away from her as if she’d burned me. “Drew.” Her voice grows stern, reminding me again of my past, and I shake my head again, trying to shake out the shitty thoughts, but it’s not working.
“Don’t shut down on me, Drew. Don’t run away. Tell me what’s wrong.” She’s pleading with me, I swear I see tears streaming down her cheeks, but I can’t tell her what’s wrong.
If she thinks things are bad now, wait until she learns the truth.
“I—I can’t do this.” Without waiting for an answer, I turn away from her and escape to my room, slamming the door behind me before I turn the lock. I want her with me yet I want her far, far away. I am a total contradiction and I don’t know what to do with myself anymore. Maybe I really would be better off alone.
I can’t keep living my life like this, letting that—woman control me like she has, but I can’t stop my reactions. I need help. I’m a fucking wreck and I need someone to save me before I become completely unsavable.
Fear ripples down my spine as I take off all my clothes, leaving them in a wet heap on the floor. I ignore my raging erection. I’m so hard my dick fucking hurts but I refuse to touch myself, no matter how much relief I’ll feel when I’m done. I should be with Fable right now, not alone with my fucked-up memories.
She’s banging on the door, asking me to let her in. I turn and stare at the closed door, my heart pounding so hard the sound fills my head and I can’t really hear anything else. I’m breathing like I just ran hundreds of miles nonstop and my skin feels so tight, I think I might pop. I’m hot. Feverish.