One Week Girlfriend (Drew + Fable #1)(55)

“Take off your clothes,” she whispers, her eager voice twisting me up inside and she’s reaching for my jeans, unsnapping and unzipping them quickly. She spreads the parted denim wide and reaches inside, her fingers drifting across the front of my boxer briefs and I swallow the groan that wants to escape, backing away from her.

She keeps touching me like that and I’ll explode.

Shedding my clothes, I grab the single condom I shoved in my wallet this morning that’s in the back pocket of my jeans and I slip into the bed with her, gathering her close. She’s warm and fragrant and so silky smooth I instantly need to be inside her.

“Let me,” she whispers, plucking the condom from my fingers and tearing it open. She reaches for me, her slender fingers wrapping around my erection. I roll over on my back and close my eyes, overcome with the sensations her fingers are creating as she slowly strokes me, rolling the condom on so seductively, a shiver steals through my entire body. “I want to be on top,” she whispers and I freeze.

Adele—she almost always wanted to be on top. It didn’t bother me to have Fable sitting in my lap when we had sex, but riding me…God. I don’t know if I can do it.

“Drew.” She touches my cheek, startling me and my eyes meet hers. Even in the darkness, I can see them, shining bright with so much emotion. This girl…I want to still claim her as mine, but we said all that stuff last night. Before I knew how much more Adele betrayed me. How much she betrayed our entire family.

I can’t subject Fable to this complete mess that’s my life. I just…damn.

I can’t.

“I was losing you.” She smiles, repeating the very words I said to her last night and I lean into her palm, turn my face so I can kiss her there. “Let me help you erase the bad memories, Drew. Please?”

“I…” Hell, I don’t know how to put into words how much this might f**k me up. Not because I’m with her, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be, but I’m afraid I might get caught up in the past and do something stupid.

Like push her away. Freak out. Lose my shit completely.

She’s already seen you do that and more yet she’s still here. Give her at least this chance.

Reaching for her, I drag her on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. “All right,” I whisper, gripping her by her waist, my fingers biting into her skin.

Fable

This quiet moment in my messy bedroom between Drew and I is major. Like, the most important moment between us yet, at least in my eyes.

I’m trying to help take back his life. Help him forget the past, what Adele—God, I can hardly think her name, let alone say it—did to him. I refuse to let the woman have this firm of control over him after all these years. She’s not that powerful. I won’t let her be.

Keeping my eyes locked with Drew’s, I lower myself on him, a little sigh escaping me as he enters me slowly. Every time our bodies connect, shivers cascade all over my skin and I can’t believe it’s actually happening. Again. Me. Him.

Together.

His hands are wrapped tight around my waist and I lean forward, brushing my mouth with his. Our eyes are still open as we begin to move and I grip hold of his muscular shoulders, lifting my hips, lowering myself on him and sending him deeper. Deeper still, until I’m so full of him, I’m overwhelmed completely.

“You feel good,” he whispers, rocking into me.

“Keep looking at me.” I don’t want him to look away. He needs to banish her from his mind completely and focus only on me.

And him. Us. Together.

I’ve already come once, I was so hot for him, so eager and ready when I realized he actually came to rescue me after all, it didn’t take much for his fingers to bring me near-instant pleasure. That orgasm temporarily took the edge off, but I’m foolish to think it would last.

I always want him. Always.

It’s always like this between us, too. We come together and we simply…combust. So easily. Beautifully. Does he even know how much he affects me? Does he realize how my heart now rests in his hands? I belong to him completely, just as he said last night. None of the bombshells Adele dropped earlier matter. I want to be here for him. Console him, heal him, I want to be his partner in every way.

If he’ll let me.

Within moments we’re lost so completely in each other. Our skin is damp with sweat as we slide and grind our bodies, swaying in perfect rhythm, The shivery sensations of my second climax already threaten to take over me with his every thrust. I gaze into his eyes, see the desperation, the franticness shading the beautiful blue depths and I know he’s close. So, so close.

“Say my name,” I whisper, needing him to know exactly who he’s with.

“Fable.”

I lift up, pressing my hands against his rock hard chest, and begin to ride him in earnest. “Say it again,” I murmur, closing my eyes for a brief moment, overcome with pleasure.

“Fable. God, I’m going to—” He arches into me as he completely loses control and I open my eyes, watch him as he shudders and shakes beneath me. All the while, his eyes are still locked with mine, never breaking the connection and it’s by far the most intimate encounter I’ve ever experienced with another person.

Collapsing on top of him, I drape my body across his, savoring how our heated skin feels so right pressed together. My head is on his chest, I can hear his heart beat rapidly against my ear. My eyes close of their own volition when he slides his big hands up and down my back, lulling me, comforting me.