#Rev (GearShark #2)(81)

I leaned down, bringing us chest to chest, and kissed up his neck to rake my teeth over his scruffy jaw.

We started to move together. Between us, my cock rubbed against his abs, and I dropped my forehead onto his shoulder.

I kept up a steady rhythm, and his hips moved in tune with mine. My body began to shudder with the sweet torture of my dick rubbing against him.

Drew wrapped an arm around me and pressed his palm against my back, pushing my body closer against his and increasing the pressure on my cock. With one hard surge, he pushed deep inside me and hit my prostate.

A moan vibrated my throat, and an orgasm burst over me. He kept me pinned against him and the pressure on that magic spot as I quaked and spilled out all over his stomach and chest.

When I was finally spent, he grabbed my hips and held my body so he could pull out and thrust back in at exactly the angle he wanted.

Our eyes collided; intense emotion built as I rode him. I knew when he was close because his eyes started to drift closed. I grabbed him by the chin and squeezed, forcing his eyes to stay on mine.

“Let go,” I demanded and sank all the way down. Keeping him deep inside, I rocked in small movements, and he came apart beneath me. His eyes went wide, the blue flashed, and a look of awe stole not just one, but two consecutive beats of my heart.

Afterward, I rolled the condom off his cock, and I cleaned up his chest and mine. Because the hour was still early, we snuck down the hall and took a shower together without making a sound.

I had moved some of my clothes over here. They were tossed in the same drawers as his. He told me I wasn’t getting “a drawer.” Instead, I was getting them all, and I had to share them with him.

I liked it better that way.

I dressed in the same jeans I wore last night but put on a long-sleeved polo with royal blue and orange stripes. It had a white collar and some kind of embroidered logo on the left sleeve. Drew wore his usual outfit of black jeans, messy hair, and a long-sleeved T-shirt he could throw his leather jacket over. Not that I was complaining. I liked the way he looked.

We glanced at each other strangely when the scent of freshly brewed coffee hit our noses the second we stepped out of the bedroom. Why would anyone else be up this early, especially after all four guys were out so late the night before?

Downstairs in the kitchen, I really thought I’d find Ivy up with Nova, but it wasn’t her blond head I saw.

It was Romeo and Braeden.

They were both looking surly and half asleep, with giant mugs of steaming coffee in their hands. Their mugs were the travel kind…

“What are you doing up?” I asked.

Braeden practically growled at me, and Romeo rolled his eyes. “Did you really think we’d let you two go back to Omega today for a vote about the f*cktards who beat you up?”

“Uh, yea?” I said, going for the coffee. I grabbed one of the travel mugs sitting nearby and poured it almost full. Then I added some cream and shit and handed it to Drew.

He gave me a grateful look and wrapped his hands around it.

Then I went back for mine.

“Get your head out of your ass,” Braeden said. “We’re going. And if anybody even breathes wrong, I’m kicking their ass.”

“I’m not some little girl,” I reminded everyone. “I can take care of myself.”

“Until they decide to hold you down,” Drew rebutted.

I was never going to live that down. A guy gets his ass beat one time, and then he needs a bodyguard everywhere he goes.

“Look, obviously, we know you can handle yourself. We’re going anyway,” Romeo said.

“Fine.” I poured some coffee down my throat. I wasn’t going to argue anymore. Frankly, I was glad they were going. Not because I needed bodyguards, but because I needed my family.

I wasn’t sure what was going to happen at the meeting today. I pretty much announced I was gay and in a relationship with Drew and then left.

Maybe Con was able to talk his way out of the fact I ratted him out. Maybe they were all plotting against me right now.

I didn’t care.

This meeting and vote was a formality. My way of giving the frat a chance to be who I tried to make them. I worked hard the last couple years on Omega’s image. I poured a lot of hard work into trying to hammer home the idea we didn’t have to be a bunch of * party boys.

Party boys? Sure. But *s? No.

I kind of felt like maybe a parent might when they spent years raising a kid and then stood back and watched them enter the world. They watched and hoped they raised them well enough to be good people.

That was the road I was on right now.

I did everything I could to make Omega a better place. A respected place. Today, I found out if everything I did was for something…

Or for nothing.





Drew

Everyone was already gathered when the four of us walked into the Omega house.

It was quiet and impossible to make out the vibe I was picking up.

As soon as we opened the front door, we all exchanged looks, and Trent squared his shoulders and strode through the entry and into the dining room.

“I brought some friends,” he said, as Romeo, B, and I filled the doorway. “Anyone object?”

No one said anything.

Trent strode past the table and up to the podium at the head of the room. Jack was there off to his left, and everyone was sitting quietly, waiting.