Draw (Gentry Boys #1)(51)

“You guys are loud,” she complained.

“Sorry, babe,” Brayden called as she went to him, hugging him around the waist.

Cord stood behind me and rested his hands on my shoulders, massaging lightly. Millie noticed and winked at me.

“You ready?” Cord asked.

I was. I really wanted to be alone with Cord. I could feel how much he wanted to be alone with me.

“Sure. ‘Night cuz. ‘Night Mill.” They started to turn back to their apartment when I called Brayden’s name. “Hey, did you know that my mom and Cord’s uncle had some kind of clandestine screw fest out in the desert?”

Brayden grinned. “Of course I knew that. I thought everyone knew that.”

“Well,” I grumbled, “now everyone does.”

Cord practically pushed me back to his apartment. He had quick hands. They wandered over my ass repeatedly as he propelled me forward.

“What’s your hurry?” I teased, though I was pretty damn eager too. As fantastic as our little rooftop exploits had been, there was just no other substitute for having all of him buried inside me. My underwear was soaked and I couldn’t wait to get out of it.

“No hurry,” he insisted, unlocking the door.

I could hear Creed snoring from the living room. Chase’s light was on but his door was closed. As soon as we reached his bedroom Cord pulled his shirt off and I automatically licked my lips, staring at the muscular sculpture which was his chest.

“Oh yeah,” he said suddenly, pulling a bag from underneath his bed.

I dropped my purse on the floor. “What’s that?”

“Your surprise. Did you forget?”

“Yes,” I sank down on the bed.

Cord wore the look of a shy little boy as he placed the bag in my hands. I discerned its flat shape and knew what it was immediately.

“I know it’s not a real high end machine,” he was explaining as I removed the box from the bag. “I would have just given you mine if it was any better. This way you can start writing again. Say? You all right? You hate it?”

“No,” I whispered in disbelief, fingering the HP label on the box. “No, I don’t hate it Cord.”

“I had a little bit of money saved,” he said a bit bashfully. I looked at the bruises on his body and understood what it cost him to bring any money in. A basic laptop like this ran about four hundred dollars these days. I knew that to most people it wasn’t a fortune. To Devin it would have been pocket change. But to Cord it was a whole lot. And to me it was everything.

“Are you crying?” he asked, sounding baffled. “Shit, I get that your writing’s a supremely personal thing. I’m not trying to push you or nothing-“

I silenced his words with my mouth. I kissed him hard and long, trying to let him know with my body what I couldn’t quite express with words.

“Thank you,” I finally managed when we broke for air. I knew Cord couldn’t really afford this. But I also knew it would hurt him if I didn’t accept his gift.

“You’re welcome, babe,” he said, smiling in a way that tore me in half just a little.

Gently I slid the box to the floor. I stood in front of him and traced his lips with my finger as he wrapped his arms around my waist. My forehead touched his.

“Make love to me, Cord.”

He made a strange sound in the back of his throat and then reached underneath my skirt, pulling my wet panties away from my skin. “I will, baby. Over and over.”

I took my own shirt off as he leaned back a little, watching. When I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor Cord took his dick out, holding the stiff entirety in his hand.

“So gorgeous,” he groaned, staring hungrily at my naked body as I slid my skirt down. “Hotter than shit. Always were, Saylor, but more now than ever.”

I kissed his shoulders, his chest. I bent down and took him my mouth, tasting the little drop of salt at the tip. Cord didn’t want that though. He very gently pushed me away and then onto the bed, immediately lying on top of me.

“Too heavy?” he asked, settling firmly on my chest as his iron length throbbed on my belly.

“Just right,” I answered. I pulled my knees up on either side of him and ran my hands over the smooth, muscled skin of his back.

He rocked back and forth on me a few times, just outside where I wanted him. Then he leaned over and started rifling around his bedside drawer. He found what he was looking for and ripped open the package with his teeth.

“Let me.” I took it from him. He pushed himself up with his palms so I could roll the condom over his dick. I watched as he reached down and checked to make sure it was all the way on.

“What’s wrong?” he asked when I moaned a little.

“I was just remembering how much I loved it last night, feeling you come inside me.”

Cord was breathing hard. “We keep going like that and you’ll wind up with a little Gentry growing in your belly.”

“Maybe I want a little Gentry growing in my belly.”

“Christ, Saylor,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck. “You have no idea what a f*cking turn on that is.”

I kept it up, scarcely able to believe the words coming out of my mouth but liking what they did to him. “Maybe one of these days I’ll let you get me knocked up.”