by Jenna Tyler
He clears his throat. “That's correct.” Then he turns back to Charlie, who is sitting there bewildered. “And Charlie, you are right.” Now we're all puzzled. “Your mom's car does suck and even she looks stupid driving it.”
“Heyyy!” I can't help but take offense. My car is a good little car. It's never given me a problem and gets me wherever I need to go. Hell, it got me from central Florida to western Oregon without a problem.
Drew laughs and so do Charlie and Marcus. “I'm going to buy both of you new cars, but you…,” he looks at me, “probably won't be driving much because I, or Benjamin, will be with you most of the time to take you wherever you need to go.”
Rolling my eyes at his absurd remark, I cross my arms. “My name isn't Daisy and I don't need to be driven.” Another meaning to the word “driven” takes over my thoughts and it takes me a minute to drift back to the conversation.
“We'll discuss it later. Charlie, are you ready to test drive some cars?” She pops up from the couch again and throws her arms around me, hugging me as hard as she can. I guess she's not so sore anymore. She makes her way over to Drew, who is standing there with his hands in his pockets, and loops her arm through his.
Turning him towards the door and leading him out of her apartment, she says, “So how much are we talking, Drew?” I can't see her face, but I imagine there’s a big smile plastered on it. That's my girl! Marcus and I just laugh and enjoy watching her be her.
* * * * *
A few hours into the car shopping experience, Charlie chooses a silver Toyota FJ Cruiser, which is not really a car, but more of a Jeep. It's a little sporty looking, a little rugged, and youthful enough for her. It'll be great to go to the beach in, too. Marcus, Drew, and I approve of her choice and I think it's so cute, I might like one for myself. And he's talking about getting me a new car and having a driver? Hmmph. I like driving…sometimes.
Charlie is so elated with her new wheels that she wants to go show a friend or two after she gets the keys. Marcus gives her some money to get some food while she's out, then he heads back to Charlie's apartment with a key that she gave him. Drew and I go to lunch and then I decide I want to go buy her some groceries.
After picking up some necessities…milk, bread, sandwich meat, and cheese…I also go grab her some snacks that she loves. Studying and junk food go hand-in-hand. Of course, Drew offers to pay for everything and I let him without putting up a fuss. I'm getting used to this. I start thinking about what we argued about before…me not working. Well, we didn't argue. I did. The thought of not working is now growing on me. I could do lots of volunteer work with kids and animals. I love animals. Maybe do some fundraising events for them, as well. Isn't that what rich wives do? Did I just think of myself as a wife? He hasn't even officially proposed yet and I've got myself being a rich housewife, throwing benefit parties and fundraising events. But I will not turn into snooty snooterson! I refuse to be anything other than myself.
By the time we get back to Charlie's, she is home and resting on the couch, watching TV. Drew and I walk in with arms full of groceries to stock her fridge and cabinets. It should last her a while, at least the stuff that won't expire soon.
“Charlie, I think Drew and I are going to be leaving in the morning, since you are doing so well and have transportation again. Unless you need me to stay?” I ask, even though I know she wants to get back to her everyday life without Mom and Dad hovering over her. She's always been very independent and it's a great feeling to know that she can do everything on her own, but sometimes I just want to be needed. Drew gives me that feeling now and I feel empty without him near me.
Saying our goodbyes, Drew promises to fly Charlie out to Portland anytime she wants to visit. She thanks him for everything, gives him a hug, and whispers in his ear. She moves over to me, hugs me, and then whispers in my ear, “He's a keeper, for sure. He's everything you've ever dreamed of and more. I believe now.” Tears spill out of my eyes and when we let go, I see she is crying, too. I wipe her tears away and she swipes at mine.
“I love you so much, Charlie. If you ever need me, I will be here.”
Drew adds, “I will see that she is.” He winks at her.
“I love you, too, Mom,” Charlie says.
“I will let you know when I'm home safe and sound. You take it easy and maybe stay home at night unless you’re accompanied?”
“Okay. I have no desire to go out late at night anymore anyway. Have a safe flight.”
We head out the door and before I close it, I tell her, “Make good choices.” She smiles and winks at me. I shut the door behind me and my heart hurts a little. I miss seeing my baby girl on a regular basis, but she'd be away at college no matter where I lived.
Drew puts his arm around my shoulders to comfort me as we walk back to the car and head to the hotel for our last night there. He orders us room service when we get there and we eat by candlelight, talking about Charlie and about getting a new place when we get back. I even bring up the possibility of me not working anymore and he is thrilled that I may be considering it, but he also made sure that I knew the decision was completely up to me. I will still think about it and see how things go. Maybe I can just work part-time at Dr. Thompson's office after a while. The possibilities are endless.
“What did Charlie whisper into your ear when she hugged you?”
He chuckles. “She said I'd better be good to you or she'd run me over with her new car.” She is such a funny little shit. “What did she say to you that made you both cry?”
As I tell him, I start to tear up again. He reaches over and rubs my back, soothing me. Her words meant so much to me and now she can see that this kind of attraction…no, love…is out there. I don't want her to give up until she finds it because it is definitely worth the wait.
After dinner, we are stuffed. We go sit on the sofa, his feet propped up on the coffee table and mine curled up beside me, and watch TV for a little while. He is flipping through the channels like a typical man, but it's not bothering me one bit. I'm happy just being snuggled up next to him with his arm draped around me, holding me close.
About forty-five minutes goes by, maybe an hour, and I think enough time has passed that we have digested our food and feel better after having eaten. I start to stir and when I do, Drew adjusts himself, making me look down. I have been so focused on the TV that I hadn't noticed his growing erection. I wonder how long he has been like that and why he hasn't made a move yet.
As I move my head to peer up at him, he looks down at me. That's all it takes. He pulls me up into his lap, my back to his chest, my legs on either side of his. I lay my head back on his shoulder and he runs both hands up under my shirt to my breasts, which are caged in by my bra. He cups each one and massages them, with more force and greed than he ever has before. He begins trailing kisses up and down my neck and nibbling, sometimes biting, as he goes along. It turns me on even more. I always want him like there's no tomorrow and tonight is no different.
Ripping my bra down, he frees my tits. My nipples harden and beg for his touch. He doesn't leave them unattended for long. Starting to grind my ass against him, I can already tell my panties are soaked and my clit is throbbing, aching to be scrutinized. One hand leaves my breast and travels down my belly and under the waistband of my panties until it reaches its very wet target.
“I truly love that you're always dripping wet for me, Rebecca,” he whispers into my ear and his warm breath on my skin, mixed with his words and his touch, sends me over the edge. My body jerks with my release and my inner muscles clamp down around nothing. It saddens me, just a little, that he's not inside me where he should be.
He pulls his hand out of my pants and his other hand out of my shirt. I stand up and turn to face him, already undoing my pants. Stepping aside so I don't run into the coffee table, I continue to back away towards the bedroom. Before I even take two steps, Drew is up and disrobing as he walks forward, stepping when I step. Shoes and socks are off and our pan
ts are undone. Shirts are coming off and next is the bra, which is barely hanging on as it is. He catches up to me and pulls me to him, snaking his arms around me and up my back to the clasp. A simple movement of his fingers and my breasts are completely free. He slides the straps down my arms and drops it to the floor. We make it all the way to the bed, yet we're just standing here totally naked, looking at each other, barely touching.
Without warning, he bends down, picks me up, and I wrap my arms and legs around him. His cock is pressed between his belly and my pubic bone. I lift my body up slightly using my legs and Drew reaches down to align himself with my entrance. He rubs the tip in my juices and then eases into me. Lowering myself back down onto him, he begins to stretch and fill me like only he can. I will never tire of this feeling.
“Sweet and hard, or rough and harder?” Both sound great to me, but I'm feeling like I need a good fuck tonight, which could be either as long as Drew is doing the fucking.
“You choose,” I breathe and before I know it, he's got my hair fisted in his hand and he's pulling it back, making me look up at the ceiling. His lips are on my neck, sucking and licking. Is he going to mark me with a hickey? Surely not. Not that I'd really care right now. My body is his to do with whatever he wants. I trust him implicitly.
Drew lets my hair go and, with one good whack, spanks me rather hard, while walking us away from the bed and into a wall. I arch my back and hiss when the cold of the wall touches my skin. He lets out a short growl and shoves into me, making me forget about the cold wall and focus completely on us. He pulls one of my arms from around his neck, lacing our fingers together and raising our intertwined hands above my head. He does the same with my other hand, pinning both of my hands to the wall above my head.
“Hold on tight with your legs,” he orders. I nod and tighten my grip on him, my ankles crossed behind him and heels digging into his ass. I'm going to get wall burn, but I will gladly take it. Wall sex with him is out of this world. All sex with him is out of this world. With my hands pinned to the wall, I won't be able to grab his hair or scratch his back. He crushes his lips to mine and I open my mouth to let him in, his tongue immediately finding mine.
The urge to hold his face right now is so strong, but there is nothing I can do about it at the moment. He presses me harder against the wall, forcing my back to flatten against it, feeling the cold again. The wall quickly adjusts to my body temperature and the shock of the cold dissipates once more. His kiss deepens and so do his thrusts. Each one sends me further up the wall, inch by inch, and I climb higher and higher.
Trying to match his movements is nearly impossible, but I manage to tilt my pelvis a little, giving him access to go deeper. I can feel my orgasm building and I fight it because I don't want this to end. Tightly closing my eyes, I concentrate on not coming yet. He was right. It takes a lot of control to hold out. I might just combust, whether I want to or not. He's hitting that spot over and over again, driving my senses into overload.
He keeps drilling me into the wall and I hope it will still be standing when we're done. I can't imagine what the hotel would think of part of a wall missing. How much would they charge for something like that?
Not being able to hold out any longer, I let myself build back up again and it doesn't take long. Biting my bottom lip, I whimper as I make it to the peak and then scream when I make it over. “Oh, fuck!” Drew continues his rhythm, intensifying my orgasm as I spiral out of control, squeezing his hands so tight, my knuckles must be white.
Drew has yet to find his release, or he's really holding back. If he's waiting this long on purpose, he's got a hell of a lot of self-control. I crack my eyes open to look at him and he's looking right at me. All of a sudden, he clamps his eyes shut and yells, “Fuuuck!” He finally let's himself go, slamming into me one final time and frees our hands up. I wrap my arms back around his neck and hold him tight. He rests his forehead on my shoulder as he empties inside of me.
When he eventually lifts his head and looks into my eyes, there's a lone tear sitting in the corner of his eye. I take a closer look and find a hint of a trail from a tear that had run from his other eye and off of his nose. Seeing him so emotional melts my heart. “Are you okay?” I ask. I know that he is, but I don't want him to think I'm assuming he is.
Drew nods and goes to wipe the tear away, but I grab his hand to stop him. Leaning in closer to him, I give him a peck on the lips and then I kiss his tear. As I pull away, I rub my lips together as if I've just put lipstick on. “I want to kiss all of your tears, but I want to know what it's for.”
“You.”
“Me?”
“You,” he repeats. “I never thought there was someone out there for me. I planned to go through life without that special someone to share it with. And then I saw you. I felt you. I needed you to be mine. Now, I have you and it's so much more than I ever could've imagined. You make me feel alive. You make me feel whole. I love you, Becca. I love every fucking inch of you, inside and out.” Oh, my god. He called me Becca. He called me Becca without it being in the throes of passion.
Reaching up, he takes his pointer finger and gently pushes up under my chin, closing my mouth. My heart swells with the love I have for this man. Several moments pass as I collect my thoughts and try to form a sentence. “I love you, too, Drew. Every fucking, hard-ass inch of you.” We both chuckle and he backs us off of the wall, pulling out of me slowly and setting me down on my feet. I flinch. “And if you keep talking like that, I'm going to need a heart transplant and I really don’t want to go through all that.”
He places a kiss on top of my head, “Well, we wouldn’t want that now, would we? But if the need arises, I know people.”
“You know a heart surgeon?” Of course, he probably does. His dad is a neurologist. He probably knows all kinds of doctors.
“Well, yes, but I meant that I know people who make artificial organs for transplants. Well, they aren’t the ones who actually make them, but they own the company that does. Ryder Industries.” Interesting. I knew there were artificial organs out there, but I never think about the companies behind them.
“You don’t own it?” I say, jokingly. He seems to own a lot of things and it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if he did.
“Nope. Do you want me to?” Winking at me, he grabs my hand and leads me to the shower so we can get cleaned up, get dirty again, then get cleaned up. All thoughts of internal organs are left behind. The only organ I can focus on is his.
Packing up our belongings after our shower, we prepare for our morning departure so we don’t have to worry about anything in the morning except getting dressed. I’m ready to get back to our lives and resume some kind of normalcy. Well, normal for us anyway.
With Charlie settled back in, Drew and I hop back on his plane to head home. He was not a fan of Charlie's building's security, among other things, and vowed to get her moved into a safer, nicer place. I'm glad that he wants to help and make sure that she is safe, but he might be going a little overboard. Flying me out there, buying her a new car, and now a new place to live? I love him for wanting to take care of her and me.
I'm happy to see that Alexa has been replaced for the flight home, even though I expected to see her and her evil looks glaring back at me. “Where's Alexa?” I ask.
“I told you that was her last flight working for me,” he says with no facial expression.
“I know, but I thought you'd let her finish the job, at least. How'd she get back?”
“She flew home commercial.” Oh, good. I don’t have to see her bitchy, evil looks. This will make for a pleasant trip. A male flight attendant walks out into the main area to greet us. He’s rather handsome. Isn’t this a nice surprise? Drew catches me looking at the guy and leans over to me. “Do I need to fire him, too?” My eyes dart to Drew’s and when I’ve made sure he can see me, I roll my eyes.
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I shove him off balance and go take the seat I sat in on the flight out. Drew stows
his laptop, sits in the seat next to me, picks my hand up out of my lap, and kisses the back of it.
* * * * *
Waking up, the bed feels empty so I sweep my arm over the other side. Nothing. I crack open my eyes and see that Drew is, indeed, not in the bed. It's still pretty early when I look at the clock. I don't smell coffee in the air, which I usually do if he's not in bed with me in the morning. Looking around the bedroom, I don't see his bags were he had left them. That's strange. I get up and start to search for him, getting a sick feeling deep inside. There's no trace of him anywhere. His toiletries are not in the bathroom, no clothes or shoes in the closet, and his laptop is not in the living room where it always sits. What the fuck?
Going over to my purse to check my cell phone, I see his card on the counter. The one he gave me when we first met. I pick it up and run my thumb over his name. Still puzzled, I check my phone and see that there's no messages—text or voice. Seriously, what the fuck is going on?
Taking my phone back to the bedroom with me, I look around again, thinking I've lost my mind. I still see nothing of Drew's anywhere. On my way back out into the living room, I notice my backpack sitting there, stuffed with everything I took on our first date. Our first date?
Clicking the button on my phone to turn it on, I look at the date. It's the day of our first date. How can that be? After all that just happened? As I'm staring at the screen of my phone, the doorbell rings, making me jump and scream profanities. It scared the shit out of me. I look out the peephole and see him. The beautiful man of every woman's fantasy is just outside my door. Oh. My. Fucking. God. It's really the day of our first date!
“Just a minute!” I yell as I run back to my bedroom to get ready, even though I'm still confused as hell. Had I really dreamed all of that? You've got to be freaking kidding me!
Rushing around my bedroom getting dressed and trying to brush my teeth while looking in every mirror at the rat's nest that is my hair, I still can't believe it. I dreamt it all. Did I dream my future or just what I want to be my future? Holy shit, I'm confused. I hear a knock on the door and his muffled voice through the steel, “Rebecca? Are you okay?” Well, shit. This didn't happen in my dream.
