Pushing my bottom lip out, I nodded slowly, eventually rubbing my lips together before blowing out another breath. “Yep. Pretty much wasted. About that…”
Ayda looked up at me and waited.
“I need to talk to you about a lot of things, actually.” When I looked down into her eyes, I found myself wanting to be closer to them, to her, away from the madness for a minute or two. “You want to grab a bottle and come to bed with me? A lot happened while you were gone.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
AYDA
The bar had been filled with laughter and good spirits. The whole mood seemed to have shifted while Tate and I had been gone, and it felt good to walk into that atmosphere after the shit show I’d just left at the school. Rubin had been at the bar with Deeks, drunk but mellow and smiling, his face lighting up when Tate had followed me in. Deeks,reading my expression easily, had just pointed me in the direction of Drew with a wink. Seeing the three men pissing themselves laughing as I’d headed toward them had pretty much swept my lousy mood out of the door completely. I loved seeing the guys that relaxed with one another.
As much as the relationship with Kenny and Sloane worried me, I also knew it was none of my business. I was slowly learning that I needed to pick my battles around here, and the hole Kenny was digging for himself wasn’t my concern. He knew who Sloane’s father was. He also knew how old she was and was probably more than aware of what could come about if Howard Sutton ever found out what they were doing. That was their risk to take. I’d spoken to Kenny about my concerns when I’d found them making out in one of the repo cars in the lot. He said he knew what he was doing, andI had to leave it at that. It wasn’t like Sloane and Tate hadn’t been doing the same thing when they were dating… though I often allowed myself to forget that.
Grabbing Drew by the hand, I led him away from the bar. Hand in hand, we headed to our room where I already had a bottle stowed. There was no need for us to go to get distracted. Not that we wouldn’t be distracted by one another. When it came to being alone with Drew, I wasn’t known for my self-control.
“Whiskey or bourbon?” I asked once we were safely within the confines of our room.
He stepped forward and face-planted on top of the bed, his muscular body bouncing when he did. His face was turned my way, one half of it scrunched up while the other somehow managed to look at me lovingly. Like I was enough without the liquor.
“Whiskey,” he mumbled against the comforter.
I nodded in agreement and went to the desk in the corner, grabbing two glasses and a fresh bottle. I dropped it all on the nightstand and eased myself onto his body, my chest blanketing him, my cheek pressed against the patch on his back.
“Did you miss me today?” I asked, smiling against the leather.
“Not really.”
I grabbed some flesh on his hip and pinched. “Liar.”
His groan was muffled against the bed, but he didn’t move an inch. “I may have missed you a little… once I noticed you were gone.”
“Pussy,” I said into his back, glad he couldn’t see my teasing smile.
“That’s me.” Drew blew out a stream of air, another tired moan rumbling in the back of his throat. “Pussy-whipped and damn proud of that. Especially when that pussy who owns me lays on me and keeps me warm, giving me the good stuff, darlin’.”
“Well,” I mumbled, wriggling up his body, so my mouth was close to his ear. “If you’d fallen backward, I would have been happy to put some overtime in.” I wriggled my hips against him and chuckled quietly. “Missed opportunity.”
“I’ll take what’s mine when I’m ready. Whether you’re ready or not.”
Rolling my body carefully, I landed on my back next to him on the mattress and turned my head to face him, my smile still firmly in place. He’d squished his handsome face against the bed, but his eyes were still open.
“Maybe you should do some of that talkin’ so you can get to the takin’.” I thickened my accent and tipped my imaginary hat.
His lazy smile rose, and he lifted his hand, pushing it up my body until it slid over my chest, up my neck and rested on my cheek. Drew paused for a moment, just holding me as he seemed to study every fleck on my skin. His thumb eventually found my mouth, and he dragged it down slowly, resting it on my turned-out bottom lip. “Why you gotta be so beautiful?” he whispered, his soft voice shining with honesty. “Let’s talk about that.”
I felt the blush rise, heating my cheeks, my stomach suddenly holding a thousand tap dancing butterflies. I’d honestly thought I was beyond these reactions to this man, but here we were. Once again, Drew Tucker had me utterly under his spell, and there wasn’t anywhere in the world I’d rather be.
“Stop trying to distract me.”
“I’m distracting you?” he asked softly, knowing full well he was.
I closed the distance between us, my lips gently pressing against his, barely dusting the surface but appreciating the brush of his breath and the scent that was leather, motor oil, and uniquely him. “You’re my favorite distraction.”
His hand found my ass and tugged me closer, a soft sigh leaving his lips. “What do you think about letting me distract you a whole lot this weekend… in Dallas?”
“I would say that sounds like an amazing idea. What do you have in mind?”
“I have some business I need to take care of up there.” His eyes searched mine. “I was going to take Eric, but I made a promise to you, and I’m tryin’ to stick to it. Come ride with me.”