Drew: Book One of the Perfectly Independent Series

by Amanda Shelley

  I’m so turned on by her that just thinking of her makes my dick hard. Why the fuck I changed into basketball shorts is beyond me—they hide nothing. At least the pillow I’d stuffed on my lap lets me keep my errant thoughts about her to myself.

  I’m just about to hop into bed when I hear a soft knock on my door.

  “Come in,” I offer, knowing she’s likely just saying good night. I didn’t want to make a big deal of saying good night, so I just came in here to distract myself. God knows how uncomfortable I made it in Spokane. That was more than awkward, thank you very much.

  When the door opens, Abby steps in and walks slowly toward me. There’s an aura of determination, and I’m puzzled by her expression. It’s fierce, yet when I focus on her eyes, there’s a hint of vulnerability, making me wonder what’s going on in that beautiful head of hers.

  She stops at the foot of the bed and stares at me for a moment before stammering, “Uh… did you mean it?”

  Dumbfounded, I ask, “Mean what?”

  A shy smile forms on her lips, and her features soften. “Did you mean it when you said you wouldn’t kick me out of your bed?”

  My heart races, and it takes everything in my power not to show her how excited I am over this news. I pretend to think it over, just to give her a hard time. Bringing my hand to my chin, I look to the ceiling. “That depends…” I purposely trail off.

  Now it’s her turn to clarify. “On what?”

  Her cheeks turn pink, and she shuffles on her feet. “On whether or not you snore. You see, I’m a light sleeper,” I tease.

  My beautiful Angel shakes her head and squints her eyes at me. Then she picks up the pillow I’d thrown to the bottom of the mattress earlier and throws it at me before turning to exit the room.

  Her quick retreat causes me to jump into action. Within two strides, I have her wrapped in my arms from behind. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

  “To sleep in my own room. How the hell am I supposed to know if I snore? I’ve never shared a bed with anyone. So, I’ll just leave you to your beauty sleep, Jacobs.” She practically spits out my name like a curse, and I roar with laughter.

  “Ohmigod, Angel. I’m kidding. I wouldn’t kick you out of bed if you sounded like a chainsaw. I might invest in some earplugs, but I’d never kick you out!” With that, I turn her in my arms to face her. “I’d be honored if you chose to sleep in my bed, Angel… And I promise…” I wait until I have her full attention, “I’ll even act like a gentleman, until you’re good and ready.”

  Abby smirks and pins me with her beautiful golden-brown eyes. “What if I told you I’m ready now, you big Neanderthal?”

  Did she say what I think she just said?

  Cocking my head to the side, I search every part of her face for something to tell me I hear her incorrectly. “You sure? I’m not here to pressure you.”

  “Yes… I’m sure… you big doofus. I was trying to tell you earlier, but I fucked it up royally. The reason I’m nervous is because I’ve never had sex with anyone who has the power to hurt me… I’ve never had sex with someone I care about so deeply. I’m falling for you, you big, sexy dope of a man.”

  I stare at her in disbelief. I swear to God, I must be dreaming this.

  She’s falling for me.

  Holy shit. She’s fucking falling for me! I inwardly fist pump the air though externally, I remain rooted in place.

  As if she can read my mind, she continues, “Yes… you… You’re such a gentleman, you wouldn’t let me finish earlier. I commend you for backing off, but if I’m being honest, it’s taken everything in my power not to jump you since we’ve been home.”

  This isn’t time for words, but action. As if my mind suddenly kicks into gear and wills my body to act, I swoop her up in my arms and kiss the fucking daylights out of her. The moment our lips meet, I practically growl, “Next time, just hit me over the head with a frying pan. I’ve wanted you for so long, but I was waiting for the time to be right. You sexy, sweet, stubborn woman. Don’t you see, I’m breaking all my rules for you. I’ve fallen head over heels, and I’m nowhere ready to let you go.”

  A wide grin spreads across her face as she cradles mine in her palms. “Neither am I, Drew. Neither am I.”

  There’s no need to respond when she pulls me close and kisses so well. I feel it in my toes. Damn. Where has Abby been all my life? We haven’t even done more than make out, yet I’m certain with every fiber of my being, this will be different than anything I’ve ever experienced. Being with someone you care about is such a treasure, and I intend to let her know just how precious she is.

  My hands roam under her shirt, and I’m shocked to find she’s removed her bra. She’s so fucking responsive as my fingertips trace her nipple. She sucks in a deep breath and breaks our kiss, so I trail kisses along her jawline to her ear.

  When Abby writhes into me, from just a simple touch, my lust-filled mind wonders what else she’ll do when I touch her other sensitive places. I push up her bulky sweatshirt to get a better view, but it’s awkward and gets in the way of me admiring her perfect breasts. I urge her to take it off as I kiss along her rib cage up to the underside of her breast. “Mind if we get rid of this?”

  No words are spoken as she quickly sits up and shucks the sweatshirt onto the floor. Abby half-naked is a glorious view. She has the perfect hour-glass figure that’s well hidden under her bulky clothes from day to day.

  But I’m the lucky bastard she’s sharing this beautiful body with. Her form-fitting yoga pants leave little to the imagination, and I want nothing more than to run my tongue along her body. I waste no time exploring her body with my lips. I lavish her breasts with my tongue as she runs her fingertips along my back and shoulders. Soft moans escape, and her breath quickens as I take in her nipple and suck hard. With my thumb, I flick her other nipple, and she lets out an animalistic noise I’ve never heard. But it sends a direct message to my cock. She needs more.

  If I can get her to be this responsive after only spending a few minutes, I wonder what she’ll do when I taste her everywhere. As if I have a new mission, I trail kisses along her rib cage and over her abdomen, while I continue to tease her nipple. Her hips buck, and her hands frantically push at her pants as I reach the soft slope below her belly button. Taking the hint, I remove both her yoga pants and underwear in one fell swoop as I settle between her legs.

  Holy. Shit. Abby is a sight to see.

  As if it has a mind of its own, my dick thickens and strains against my shorts, dying to be released. I will myself to focus solely on her as I continue kissing down the slope of her abdomen into the promised land.

  When she lets her legs fall apart, I’m practically sent a personal invitation to stare at her neatly trimmed perfection. I take in a deep breath to fortify myself from making a fool of myself.

  Holy fuck. I’m not prepared for my reaction to her. Her delicious scent fills my senses and somehow, my straining erection gets even thicker. How the fuck is that even possible? It takes everything in my power not to come from the sheer sight of her alone. I want to lick her front to back and milk her until she comes harder than she ever has before.

  Without wasting another second, I dip my head to her and devour my first taste. It’s even better than I imagined. It’s like all my fantasies come true, and I’m living in a wet dream.

  Abby’s hips spring off the bed, and she’s practically speaking in tongues when I hit the spot that’s known to make women beg for more. Wanting to give her every bit of satisfaction I can, I dip two fingers into her as I keep up the perfect rhythm to drive her wild. Her muscles instinctually clamp down around my fingers as I feel the need to curl them ever so slightly, to press against her outer wall, causing my Angel to let out a muffled scream as she covers her face with her arms.

  “Drew…” she pants then practically purrs, “need you…” loud gasp. “Need you inside me.”

  “I am inside you,” I happily remind her but don’t slow my rhyt
hm.

  “No…” She shakes her head as her body tightens. “Want to… take you with me.”

  “They’ll be plenty of time for that later,” I say as I reach out to focus on her clit with my tongue.

  When I glance up, she looks like she wants to protest, but I use this moment to push her over the edge. Doubling down on my efforts, I pull her clit into my mouth and suck for all I’m worth, as I simultaneously press against her inner wall and flick her clit with my tongue.

  Abby’s body instantly stills and goes stiff as a board for a moment before the room fills with a loud animalistic cry. It’s a cross between pleasure and something else entirely. Before another heartbeat can pass, I flick her clit once more, and she forcefully convulses over and over from every muscle within her. Not wanting to leave her alone on that cliff, I lick and suck her with less force, coaxing her down from her high. When she finally stills, all I can hear is her ragged breaths pull in and out through her exhausted lungs.

  With a smile on my face, I pull back from her slickness and wipe the back of my hand across my face as I climb up her body to face her. Her eyes practically roll to the back of her head as if she’s had an out-of-body experience, and I can’t help the pride that flows through me. I did this to her, and I’ll do it to her again, any chance I get. I’ve never had a woman respond to me like that, and the competitive part of me is dying to know if this is something unique to Abby, or if I can make her do it again.

  Taking a few moments, I stare at the beauty of Abby as she sucks in breaths of air. Watching her come apart is better than my own release. I get a strange sense of satisfaction in knowing I’ve had this effect on her. Eventually, her heavy breathing subsides, but her eyes never open.

  “Hey, beautiful. Everything okay?”

  “I… can die… a satisfied… woman,” she sighs. “I think…” another deep breath. “You… just killed me.” She’s quiet for a moment, as she takes in a deep breath. “But what a way to go.” She lets out another heavy sigh as her head flops to the side against a pillow. “Don’t mind me. I’ll just be over here in my land of bliss, hoping I never return to reality.”

  I brush back the hair from her face and kiss her cheek softly. “I have plenty more where that comes from. I may make it my new mission to see if I can top that each time we’re together.”

  I can’t help but chuckle when I hear her murmur, “Holy shit. He’s going to break me.”

  27

  Abby

  Am I dead?

  Nothing has ever felt so good.

  I’m a puddle of goo as I drift down to reality. Drew Jacobs has just completely rocked my world and if I could move, I’d gladly return the favor.

  Holy shit. I have never experienced an orgasm so intense. Even my toes feel numb and tingly, and my arms… are they even attached to my body? Nothing’s ever felt so sublime in my entire existence.

  When Drew makes his way back up the bed to face me, I can feel his presence, but my eyelids are glued together as I revel in my orgasmic high. When he asks if everything’s okay, I think I respond. But I’m so drunk on Drew, I’m not even sure if I string coherent words together.

  I hear him chuckle at whatever my response was, feeling my body drift. I feel Drew shift me so I can rest against him, as if he’s the big spoon before everything fades to black.

  When I come back to reality, I have no idea how much time has passed. The room is dark, and I can’t see the clock that’s on the other side of Drew.

  His strong arms remain wrapped around me, and his deep, slow breaths tell me he’s sound asleep. I take a moment to enjoy the comforts of being in his arms. I never thought I’d like to cuddle in my sleep, but this is something I can get used to. His strong masculine scent is the perfect combination of body wash and all that is Drew.

  I shift a little to get closer to him and freeze when I realize my mistake.

  I have to pee.

  And not just in a—let’s just roll over, get comfortable, and it will pass phase. It’s an—if I don’t get out of this bed this instant, I may have some serious issues scenario. Fuck. Is this seriously happening to me? I don’t want to leave this spot, but my body is fucking betraying me at this moment.

  I attempt to extricate myself from Drew’s long arms, and he’s like a friggin’ octopus. He snakes a leg over mine to hold me in place as his arms cocoon me tighter. Yeah. There’s no way I can move without waking him.

  But beggars can’t be choosers. When nature calls like this—you answer—or there’s hell to pay.

  Damn. This is so embarrassing. I’ve had the most romantic experience of my existence, and I must stop this bliss because my body chooses this time to be over hydrated. Just. My. Luck.

  I attempt to slide out from under his strong arms again by sliding away from him one inch at a time. This time, I nearly make it. All I must do is get his legs off mine, and I’m home free. I creep my body further from Drew’s warmth, and I manage to get one leg completely out. By the time I get myself free from him, I’m almost at the edge of the king-sized bed. I just need to put my feet on the floor and get myself upright.

  Success!

  In a ninja-like attempt, my foot hits the floor, and I creep to a standing position. And then the fucking rug literally slips out from under me, and I land with a loud thud on the floor.

  “Fuck, that hurt,” I moan to myself.

  Before I can process how to get up, the light flicks on, and Drew’s deep laugh fills the room. “Just where do you think you’re going?”

  I don’t have time to explain. My unexpected fall has made this a dire emergency. Scrambling to my feet, I make a run for the bathroom across the cool wooden floors. “Gotta pee,” I pant as I work to regain control of my breathing.

  So much for not waking him.

  It isn’t until I finish my business, and I’m at the sink washing my hands, that reality sets in. Fuck! Drew just witnessed me run stark naked into the bathroom, after falling flat on my very naked ass. The only thing worse would’ve been if I’d peed myself. What in the world should I say when I return?

  Think. Think. Think.

  Staring at my reflection in the mirror, even I can see the blush that’s covering my body. That certainly won’t help matters.

  Get it together, Abby. It’s not like he doesn’t know what just happened, I scold myself as I take steady breaths to calm myself. If you don’t get out there soon, he’s likely to come looking for you.

  With that thought, I dry my hands and make my way to the door. But glance back to the mirror once more, with my hand resting on the door handle.

  I look myself sternly in the eyes and take a fortifying breath.

  I have this, I silently tell my reflection, and I hold my stare until I feel confident.

  I’ve been naked in front of guys before. Sure, they never saw me jump out of bed like I was running away to never come back… but this is Drew. Just go out there and be yourself. What’s the worst that could happen?

  Before I can think of the thousands of holes in my new-found logic, I twist open the handle and step into the room.

  With the bedside lamp on, I can clearly see Drew’s still in bed. He’s lying on his side, with his head propped up with one hand, while he rests on his elbow. A lazy smile spreads across his perfect lips when I enter the room, and my heart instantly warms.

  Apparently, I have nothing to be ashamed of. Drew clearly likes what he sees as his eyes roam every inch of me. Even from this distance, I feel their heat burn into every square inch of my skin.

  For a moment, we just stare at one another, but he breaks the silence with, “Everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” I sigh. “Sorry I woke you. Apparently, I wasn’t meant to be stealthy.”

  “Well, I can’t say I’ve ever witnessed anyone making that type of exit from my bed.” Drew’s light chuckle sends shivers up my spine as he continues, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say I’d left you unsatisfied. But from the way you passed out earlier, I’m
sure that isn’t the case.”

  “Well,” I say dramatically as I walk with as much confidence as I can to the bed, “not that your ego needs stroking, but you and I both know you just rocked my world, so what’s the point in denying it.”

  Drew’s eyes widen, and a wolfish grin spreads across his face, causing my heart to race with anticipation of what’s to come. After all, I’m well rested and ready to pick up where things left off.

  I crawl onto the bed, and Drew lifts the covers for me to join him. He’s wearing a pair of basketball shorts, and his sexy abs are on full display.

  Damn, he is sexy as hell. I must’ve been distracted before. How the hell did I not notice his hotness?

  Instinctively, I run my tongue over my suddenly parched lips and smile in appreciation. If I have any say in the matter, those flimsy shorts leaving little to my wild imagination will be removed in just a matter of time, and I will get to see all the sexy man before me.

  As soon as I get close enough for him to reach, he snakes his arm around my waist and pulls me close. Drew practically growls, “Get over here, Angel.”

  And I happily oblige.

  Drew maneuvers us so I’m on my back in an instant, and he hovers over me with a beautiful grin playing at his lips. His blue eyes almost look black in this lighting, and I suddenly feel breathless from their intensity. Shivers run up my spine with anticipation while our gazes lock.

  “I’m glad you’re back in the land of the living; I’m not done with you.”

  I reach up to trace his perfect lips with my finger as I challenge, “Same goes for you, mister.”

  Drew’s eyes darken as he stares in disbelief at my boldness. But I can tell he appreciates my train of thought as the bulge in his pants comes to life.

  Well, hello there.

  His intense expression filled with need makes me bolder. Instinctually, I reach out to feel for myself just how much Drew’s affected by me.

  As I gently stroke his thick cock through his shorts, it bobs to life on its own. Drew lets out a guttural moan, making my core clench and my determination grow.