#Rev (GearShark #2)(51)

He was right.

Instead of making me feel like I was the shit and maybe had an inside track to some hotshot job in the division, the whole night talking with Gamble lit a fire inside me. I wanted to prove myself. I wanted to show Gamble he was right—I was young and hungry. I was motivated, and I did want to look beyond just the drivers at the business as a whole.

After all, a man isn’t defined by his words, but by his actions.

It was late when Joey dropped us off at the front entrance of the hotel. It practically glowed with a golden halo because of all the lighting. I wondered if they did it on purpose so the outside hue went with the gold accents used inside.

Even though we ended up meeting tonight, the meeting for tomorrow was still on. It ended up a good thing we had some extra time because after all the talking we did at dinner, there was more work to be done.

Drew and Joey were going to go out on the track for some drive time, and I was going to spend some time in the pro headquarters, which was also being used for the new division. I wanted to look over the endorsement deals coming in for Drew, his schedule, and his financials. I knew he wanted to quit his job, but I wanted to make sure it was a smart move first.

We were both quiet on the way up to the room, walking past the front desk, small kitchen that offered coffee and water around the clock, and the “business” center, which was basically a section of the huge lobby walled off with large sheets of glass with several computers, printers, and free Wi-Fi for the guests.

The second we walked into the room, my eyes went right to his cell, which lay left behind on the wet bar. I wasn’t sure if he turned it off, and I didn’t ask. It really didn’t matter. He was ignoring it regardless.

Maybe I’d ignore mine, too.

On impulse, I strode across the room, pulled my phone out of my jeans, and tossed it down beside his.

When I turned back, Drew was leaning against the closed door with a grin on his face. The way he was leaning made the black leather jacket fall off the sides of his body and accentuate his long, lean waist. His jeans rode low on his hips and skimmed over his thighs, emphasizing the strength in his lower half.

I couldn’t see his hands because they were behind him, but I imagined his palms flat against the door, like he was bracing himself for me.

Because he knew.

He knew I was coming for him.

My eyes ripped from his body and flashed up to his. The dimple in his cheek deepened, and my tongue ran over my teeth. Blond hair fell over his forehead, threatening to conceal one of his blue eyes.

Sexy. Powerful. Unshaven.

And there was this thread… a small imperfection at the hem of his jeans. Even though he literally made a mouthwatering sight standing there in our private room, my eyes kept going back to that string.

The hem was slightly too long, so the bottom of the material (at the back of his heel) dragged the ground. Over time, the fabric began to fray with the repeated action of rubbing against pavement.

Right now, one small, white string stretched out across the floor beside his foot.

Everyone’s jeans did it. Mine, his, yours. It wasn’t anything new. It wasn’t anything that deserved so much thought.

Except the presence of that string made me want to tug it. To see what would begin to unravel if I did. I rather liked the thought of unraveling Drew.

Of pulling that thread until there was nothing left.

“You know how I was talking about having a clothing-optional night earlier?” Drew’s voice was like a good bottle of wine. Smooth, slightly sweet, and didn’t go to your head until after you’d drunk it all.

I nodded. There was a fire building low in my stomach. This tingling, burning sensation that was sort of addictive in the sense I wanted it to spread. I wanted to be consumed.

“I changed my mind.”

I lifted one eyebrow. I had a feeling I knew what he was going to say. But I wanted to hear it anyway.

“No options anymore. Naked. Now. All night.”

Well. Wasn’t he a bossy bastard?

I liked it.

I really f*cking did.

I pushed off the floor. I needed the extra momentum to push me closer to him faster. As I prowled toward the door, I started peeling off my clothes.

I took pleasure in tossing the fabric all over the space, owning it all, littering the entire room with sexual intention.

When I reached him, all that remained on my body was a pair of unbuttoned jeans. One of Drew’s hands appeared between us, and one finger dipped beneath my boxers and rubbed over the wiry hair leading down to my cock.

While he teased, I unbuttoned his jeans with deliberate care and then took my time sliding the zipper down over his already erect dick.

Once his pants were fully open, I helped him pull of his jacket and shirt. Before sliding down his body, I pressed my palms against his shoulders and dragged them down his arms, all the way until our hands linked together and we stood there chest to chest, holding hands.

“There’s a lot of shit I like about you, Forrester,” I spoke. “But right now, my favorite is when I stare into your eyes, you stare right back.”

“I see you, Trent,” he answered.

“Even if I went blind right now, I’d still see you,” I echoed.

The side of his mouth curved up. “Always gotta one-up me, don’t ya, frat boy?”

I laughed low and pulled my hands from his. The chain he always wore around his neck, the one with the speedometer pendant on the end, was my target. I lifted it, and he dipped his chin so I could pull it over his head.