“Both, I guess. Drew, this is gorgeous. I love it.”
“Let me put it on you.” He takes it out of the box and puts it around my neck. “Perfect,” he says. Then he pulls me to my feet and walks me to a mirror. “See?”
It’s beautiful. “I’ve never owned anything like this. It’s so pretty. Thank you for everything.” And I kiss him. “Now for yours.”
I hand him a prettily wrapped box. I hope he likes it. It’s not as extravagant as what he gave me, but everyone I spoke with told me to go with it. My fingers are crossed.
He unwraps it and I watch his expression change from perplexed to pure excitement and joy.
“You didn’t? You scored Blackhawk tickets?”
“I did. For the week I’ll be with you.”
He stands and pulls me off my feet, twirling me around. And then he stops, puts me down, and rubs his face.
“Stop worrying. You don’t have call that night. I got it all cleared and you’re off.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Look on your computer and check the schedule if you don’t believe me. You’re good. We’re going. And the rest of your present includes, if you didn’t read it …”
“I did. A hotel and dinner that night. Cate, it’s too much for you.”
This is the tricky part. I screw up my face and say, “I know. I was gonna go halvers with you.”
“That’s perfect.”
“But Drew, I feel terrible because you got me so much and I was only able to get you …”
“Stop that train of thought. I love your idea and the Blackhawk tickets are perfect. It’s the best gift ever. Now, kiss me.”
Right before I do, I say, “Merry Christmas.”
THE WEEK AT MY PARENTS without Drew feels more like a month. Without him here as a buffer, my mom is relentless with her questions. How long have you dated? How serious are you two? I know you’re in love, but are you going to get married? You have to finish college. Don’t think about dropping out. Seriously, Mom? Like I would actually drop out of college and forego my degrees after all this hard work. What does she think I am—a moron?
My flight back to Indy finally lands and Drew waits by the luggage claim. To say I throw myself at him is a gross understatement. I think I hear one or two “Get a room” comments. And it’s true. We practically make out while we wait for my bag to arrive. Once it does, we smile at the onlookers, and Drew says in a booming voice, “Let’s get a room.” I can’t help but giggle.
In the car, we can’t keep our hands to ourselves.
“This was the never ending week,” I say.
“Yeah?”
“I had Mom, Dad, and Shannon on my back constantly. Eric was the only one who was fun because we played video games together. Then I crazy missed you. You know that part, though.”
His hand makes its way up to the button and zipper of my jeans and his fingers find their way inside. “Please don’t start something you can’t finish.”
“What makes you think I can’t finish?” he asks, as he slides his finger around me.
“I can’t talk while you do that.” My head drops back against the seat and I mewl when his finger circles my clit and slides inside of me.
“Wow, are you ever wet. Were you thinking about this on the plane?”
“Might have been. Just don’t stop because I’m close already.” I hear him chuckle.
Then he says, “Touch me, Cate.” My hand reaches over the console and I touch him. His erection is not hard to miss.
“Looks like you’ve been thinking of this, too.” He hits a spot that’s perfect, then intensifies his motion. “Don’t stop. Right there. I’m going to come.”
And about then, I feel my orgasm race along my spine, down into my arches of my feet, back up my legs and center in my core until it spreads back up my spine and finally settles down. The tiny muscles inside of me stop clenching Drew’s fingers and I sigh.
“That was nice to hear,” he says.
“Yeah?”
“Uh huh.”
Then I reach across and unzip his pants. “Promise you won’t get in a wreck?”
He offers me a shaky laugh. “I’ll do my best.”
I lower my mouth around his cock and proceed to suck him off. The best thing about giving Drew head is the sounds he makes. They are the biggest turn on ever. Oh, that, and the way he threads his hands in my hair. And the way he feels against my tongue. Like velvet wrapped around steel.
“I’m going to come.”
I keep sucking and then I squeeze his balls and his orgasm hits him. The groan he releases is enough to make me moan. When I lift my head, he apologizes for shooting off in my mouth and I laugh.
“That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. I loved it. I love sucking your cock. It’s super sexy.”
“It’s sexy to watch, but I was afraid if I did, we’d wreck.”