by S. Moose
I look away, trying my best to rein in my hormonal rage that’s threatening all types of nasty things that I shouldn’t be thinking of while at work.
“So, who were you talking to?” I ask, hoping to alleviate the hunger inside me and distract myself with thoughts of something other than Drew and his ultimate bedroom skills. Not to mention the way he possesses the key to my heart with even the smallest of touches. Hell, with a simple look, I melt for this man.
“An old college buddy,” he says. The silly grin I imagined him wearing before I entered returns. “Fin, or Finley, was one of my best friends throughout those years. He was wild, and I swear the guy had no fear. I have a lot of memories that involve him. He ended up transferring to a different college his junior year, but during the weekend we hung out and partied.” I can almost feel his happiness. “He’s taken on a new position with his company, and it seems he’ll be relocating to Chicago.”
“So, this wild, ill-behaved friend won’t trigger a hidden side of you to resurface, will he?” I ask playfully.
“Absolutely not, baby,” he says as his hands trail along my sides before coming to rest on my hips. “I’m completely content with my life, and no one is going to change what my main focuses are.”
I smile sweetly at him, knowing that he’s referring to me as one of those focuses, but he reminds me anyway.
“You and Dawson are my top priorities, now and always.” He leans in and presses his lips to mine.
For a moment, we get lost in one another, forgetting about where we are or who could walk in.
I’m so very deeply in love with this man that, sometimes, it feels like a dream. A dream I never want to wake up from.
31
Drew
“Okay, Sexy Thing,” Brett says, going over my schedule on his iPad, “so you have an eleven to two with Mama Powers. At two thirty, there’s a conference call with Lionel regarding the system security update, and then tomorrow, you’re needed at Sixteen for lunch. Mama and Papa Powers will be in attendance along with your sexy-as-sin girlfriend. Oh! And that delicious side piece, Remy.”
I maintain my composure and let his nicknames for all of us go. Brett’s the best assistant I’ve had, and I’m not going to lecture him…again. He knows he can’t say this outside the office, and if my assistant’s happy, then I’m happy.
“Sounds good. You know, I think Remy needs you to stop by for a quick hello.”
“Oh.” His face turns a few shades of pink, and he waves me off. “Last night, I had a glass of Remy, and I giggled because I immediately thought of the Remy. Now”—he taps his chin—“are we for sure he’s straight?”
“Yes.”
“Well, damn, that sucks. Oh well. Toodles, boss.”
“Toodles.” I laugh and shake my head at his candor.
I’m deep into my research, looking over the reports of the attempted hack of our systems. Whoever these fuckers are, they’re good. We have the best IT security team, and there’s not much to go on. Our clients have been assured that nothing was stolen. And I’ve talked to our lawyers to prepare for a possible lawsuit if we find who’s behind the hacking. I don’t want to imagine what’ll happen if any information were to leak.
“Don’t work so hard,” Zoey states as she sits down on my couch before she goes one step further and lies down.
My laughter fills the office.
“To what do I owe this pleasure of your presence?”
“Just to let you know, I’m so stealing Brett from you. He’s adorable.”
“Apparently, next to my nickname Asshat, I’m referred to as Sexy Thing. I’m certain Brett started it.”
“Ew.” She covers her mouth. “I just threw up a little. Your name and sexy should never be in the same sentence or even the same paragraph.”
“You love me. And don’t lie either. You wanted to date me.”
Zoey shoots up and narrows her eyes in my direction. “In the first grade, you idiot. It lasted for three days.”
“Still, you wanted me.”
Zoey jumps off the couch and moves to my office door, locking it. Then, she turns around, leaning against the wooden door. Her eyes close, and her shoulders slump.
I know that look.
“I ended the engagement. Lawrence was cheating on me with his secretary,” she slowly says. “Then…” She pauses. Her body remains slumped over. “I slept with someone.”
“Wait, what?” I rub my face with my hands and get up to comfort her, bringing her back to the couch. “What happened?”
“Two nights ago, Lawrence lied about a meeting, so I decided to go to his office and see what was going on. I went in and saw him literally fucking his secretary. I think I knew in my heart he was seeing someone, but I never imagined I would witness it firsthand. I threw the engagement ring at him and stormed out to the closest bar. Well, I had five dirty martinis, and you know my limit is two, so my mind was foggy. There was this guy, and he was comforting. We left together and spent that night and yesterday morning in his apartment.”
There’s rarely a time when a man wants to hear about his female best friend’s sexual adventures, and this is one of those times. I have to be here for her. Zoey’s one of my oldest friends, and I love her like a sister. I’ll deal with Lawrence later. For now, I’m not sure if I should ask whom she’s been with.
“Okay, so you had revenge sex.”
“It’s more than that, I think. He texted me this morning. We’re supposed to get drinks after work. I mean, is that okay? I thought one-night stands were usually just one night.”
“Yes, that’s the meaning of a one-night stand, Zoey.”
She slaps my stomach. “Not funny. Seriously, what do I do?”
“Listen to what you want. Forget about Lawrence. I believe in forgiveness and not holding grudges, but what he did was inexcusable.”
“And this new guy?” she asks.
“See where it goes, just have fun, and then if it turns into more than sex, take it day by day. I wouldn’t rush into anything if I were you. You’re still recovering from a five-year relationship. Take it slow, babe.”
Her head leans on my shoulder, and we sit on the couch in silence. Sometimes, the words we need to hear are the ones spoken from our hearts.
The next week goes by fast, and I’m the happiest I’ve been. Reagan’s been spending more time with Dawson and me. After work, we make dinner together, help Dawson with his homework, and read him a bedtime story, and then I cherish her body all night. In the bedroom, we can’t seem to get enough of each other. She’s amazing in bed, and she fucks me like no other woman has before.
Last night, she was shy about asking to ride me. I told her not to feel self-conscious and to do whatever she felt she wanted. When she slid down over my cock, it was incredible. She quickly found her rhythm and rode me until we each found our release.
We haven’t used a condom, and she’s safe, being on the shot. Besides Jennifer, I’ve never gone bareback. With Reagan, it feels like more. It is more. The feeling whenever we’re around each other, even when we aren’t, takes me to a calmer place. My temper is rare, and people in the office are approaching me, letting me know they like this side of me. Some of our clients are noticing my change in attitude. I didn’t realize how much of an asshole I used to be until now.
I want to shower her with love and gifts and show her what it’s like to live. She’s the type of woman who deserves it all, especially after what happened.
She walks into my bedroom, holding her beloved Kindle that I got for her a few days ago, and crawls into bed next to me.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah.” The curve of her lips goes up into a beaming smile. “Dawson was telling me about school and his concert. He wants us to get there a little early, so we can give him a pep talk.”
“Of course, we’ll do that.”
Dawson’s the star of their presentation of The Three Little Pigs. He excels in reading, and every night, he practices his lines
with us. Although he won’t have to memorize the narration, I’m proud of him for wanting to be his best.
“Don’t forget, it’s next Tuesday night.”
I take out my phone and send a reminder email to Brett to put it in my calendar. I wouldn’t miss Dawson’s presentation for anything. Being a father means putting your child before your own needs. I’m happy Reagan understands that and doesn’t push me to do more with her.
It’s quiet in the room, and I can’t stop watching her read whatever book she’s reading on her Kindle. She’s claiming a piece of my heart, and now, I have the chance to give her all of me without hesitation.
It staggers me.
Watching her relax in my bed, in my home, and with Dawson knocks the breath out of me. The feeling of being complete when she’s around is full. I have everything I could possibly need.
When she turns around, placing the Kindle down on her lap, she gives me the most inviting look, and I pause before stroking her soft cheek.
“Do you know how much you mean to me?”
“How much do I mean to you?”
“In the short amount of time we’ve been together, you’ve completed me. You’re my missing puzzle piece. I thought I’d be fine with Dawson and being alone for the rest of my life. My distrust in women and the value of love meant nothing to me until you.”
Her body shudders at my words, and I smile. I love what my words are doing to her. Now, I’m going to see how my hands will make her feel.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Baby, you’re perfect for me.”
Reagan lets out a soft, small moan and leans into my touch, pressing her hand on my bare stomach. We stay in this position, my hand caressing her cheek, our bodies closely together, and our breathing in sync. Neither of us moves. The way she’s making me feel, how she has made me feel, is unreal.
“Drew,” she whispers, “make love to me.”
I move my hand from her cheek and down her body. I strip her out of her clothes before removing my own. Once she’s bare for me, I slowly slide two fingers inside her wetness. I start to move my fingers in and out. She squeezes my fingers and lets out a breathy moan before reaching down and stopping me from moving. Before I know it, she’s straddling me and brings my fingers to her clit.
“I want you to rub here while I ride you.”
I smile, and she smiles back at me.
Our lips passionately meet, and then she sits up, moving up and down my erection, pushing her chest out, moaning my name, and begging for more. I’m lost to her moans.
“Does it feel good?”
“It feels so good, baby. I love when you ride me. Go faster.”
The look in her eyes causes me to lose my breath. There’s fire and a mix of desire, and she starts going faster and harder. I move my fingers from her clit and use both hands to grip her hips. We move together in perfect sync. The tightness from her pussy intensifies, and I’m about to come.
“Reagan,” I rasp out, “I’m about to come.”
She plays with her nipples, throwing her head back, and slowly moves one hand to her clit.
Oh, fuck.
“I’m going to come, but I need you to come with me.”
“God. Drew, I’m coming. Ah…”
We ride our release for a few moments, and it feels like I’m pouring everything in my heart into her. It lasts forever.
She collapses onto my chest, and we’re both trying to catch our breaths. I wrap my arms around her body, keeping her close to me, and in this moment, I know she’s the one I need by my side.
After we clean up and lie back in bed, I hear her soft breathing and prop myself on my side, leaning on my hand, watching her peacefully sleep.
“I promise, I’ll always protect you. Nothing and no one will ever hurt you, baby. Together, we’ll get through everything.”
32
Reagan
I never expected to ever find true happiness, not after what had happened to me. In my heart, I honestly allowed myself to believe that all men possessed the pure evilness that Zane did. The need to conquer and then destroy.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Zane is one of many that I’m sure has that evilness inside of them, but he doesn’t define all men. He doesn’t define my man.
Each day with Drew shows me just how truly loving and caring he is. He never makes me feel as if I’m disposable. He makes me shine. The love he shows me is so powerful, it takes my breath away.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Drew regains my attention as he steps out of his large walk-in closet, tightening his tie. “Because I could call my mother and have her—”
I sit up in bed, shaking my head, causing him to end his sentence without finishing.
“I love the idea of spending the day with Dawson,” I assure him. “We can hang out, watch movies, play games, and then have dinner ready for you when you get home.” I smile at the thought. “Makes for the perfect day actually.”
It’s something I think I could honestly get used to.
Drew moves closer to the bed, a smile on his lips as he adoringly watches me. Placing one of my knees against the mattress, he crawls on the bed and moves further toward me. Naughty thoughts immediately fill my head, seeing him predatorily linger in his dark gray Armani suit, his hair styled in that sexy way I like. Tossed around, as if he just woke up, demanding my fingers to reach up and slowly run through it, tugging on the ends. It is something I have done often in the heat of the passionate moments we’ve shared.
I lie back just as he brings his body over mine.
“You are incredible,” he whispers. “Life before you is something I never want to go back to, something I never again want to experience.”
Hearing those words from him, or any words of love from Drew, is still so very hard to take without growing emotional. Daily, he floors me, sweeps me off my feet, and makes me feel weakened by his words.
“You’ll never lose me,” I promise him as I reach up and place my hand against his cheek. “I love you,” I say just before his lips press to mine, “so much.”
“Love doesn’t even begin to describe the depths of my feelings for you,” he says, kissing my jaw. “You are a part of my soul, sweetheart, part of me.”
Again, my heart melts with the power of his words, and I feel like I’m the luckiest woman in the world to be given the gift of this man.
“You make it next to impossible to leave you, knowing I have clients demanding hours of my time. You and Dawson, here at home, waiting for me, will be a distraction, my heart wishing I were here with you.”
“I promise, we’ll miss you, too,” I tell him. “Just hurry home to us.”
His lips brush over mine once again. “I love the sound of that,” he confesses.
I do, too.
Home—it’s something I never thought I would ever truly have again.
Dawson’s giggles are the best sound ever. It means he’s happy.
“My mom never does this.”
Dawson’s words stop me in my tracks, leaving me unsure of how to respond.
“She always makes me go to weird fashion shows and these hair places. I hate it, and Meme makes me sit and play games on the iPad, thinking that it’s entertaining.”
“Meme?”
Dawson rolls his eyes, “Mom’s assistant.”
“Your mom just has a really busy life,” I fumble a bit as I try to think of what else to say. “She has people counting on her to make a lot of really important decisions. I know she loves your time together though.” The lie burns because it’s something I don’t know.
In fact, Jennifer sounds to me like she’s a selfish woman who doesn’t realize how incredible her son is. She also doesn’t understand what a man she had in Drew, but her loss is my gain, and for that, I’m thankful. In Dawson’s case though, it only saddens me. A mother should always put her child first.
“My dad is busy, too,” Dawson replies, “but it never stops him from doing things w
ith me.”
“Yeah,” I say, stalling once again in yet another attempt to fix this situation.
Drew always puts Dawson first without hesitation. It’s one of the things that made me fall for Drew. He’s selfless, an amazing father, and nothing like the man I originally pinned him as.
“You have such a good dad,” I finally say. It was all I could think of. “Why don’t we play a game?”
Yes, I completely skipped over the Jennifer subject, and, yes, I feel like an ass for it, but I didn’t have a choice. A conversation involving Drew’s ex should be handled by Drew.
“Can we play the Pie Face Game?” Dawson’s eyes grow wide with excitement.
Somehow, the idea of being bombed with whipped cream isn’t something I find appealing, but I can’t deny him.
“We sure can,” I say, trying my best to mimic his enthusiasm.
Dawson sets up the game and help him a little. He tells me that he can do it so I let him.
Five minutes in, I’ve already been hammered twice, and I even find that I have the sticky goop in my hair and my nose. Dawson, of course, finds this humorous due to the fact that he has yet to be splattered with the Cool Whip.
“What do you say, we use this whipped cream for something other than decoration for my face?” I smile as I use the towel to clean my nose. “I say, we make chocolate chip pancakes for lunch and add Cool Whip and sprinkles, too.”
Again, his eyes grow wide. “Breakfast for lunch?”
“Yeah.”
I can’t get over the pure joy in his eyes. You would think I’d just told him I was whisking him away to Disneyland or something.
He doesn’t even take the time to answer me before sliding off the kitchen chair and sprinting toward the refrigerator. “Lots and lots of chocolate chips and sprinkles.”
I laugh, moving after him.
I allow him to add the chips to the batter and don’t even complain when he adds half of the bag. It will be our little secret. Even when he adds half of the container of sprinkles to the top of the pancake pile and covers them with so many sprinkles you can barely see the pancakes below, again, I say nothing.
