“Sit on me, Morgan,” Drew demanded once he knew that he couldn’t handle another second of my torturous mouth.
I slid onto him, and his head went back as his eyes closed with a moan. I slowly moved up and down on him, gradually picking up speed. I rocked my hips, frantically back and forth on his shaft, feeling myself reaching my peak once again. Drew waited until I was right there, and flipped me off of him, onto my stomach. He pulled my leg over his thigh, dipping his hardness into me a couple of times before pulling it out. I didn’t want him to remove himself. I wanted to come again. I needed to come again.
“Can I?” he asked as I felt the tip of him penetrating my ass.
“Yes,” I moaned. God yes.
I squeezed my eyes closed, waiting for my body to relax and let him in.
“Do you have any KY?” he asked.
“No. I don’t really need that here,” I admitted.
Dawson would have never done what he was doing to me.
I felt him move in a little more, and then a little more until my muscles had relaxed and he was easily taking me from behind. He rubbed my throbbing clit as he thrust in and out of me until we were both spent, moaning in loud, breathy, whimpers.
“Now will you go to sleep?” Drew asked. I laughed. Okay, maybe I did love him for other than sex reasons.
“I’m making coffee! Get your lazy bones out of bed,” I heard, opening my eyes.
Shit. Lauren.
I slid from under Drew’s arm and wrapped the robe hanging from my door around me. I quietly opened and closed the door and went to the kitchen.
“Good morning, I thought for sure I would wake up to a police car in your driveway. He didn’t stay?”
I sat on the barstool and ran my fingers through my hair.
“No, Dawson didn’t stay, but,” I didn’t get it out when Drew opened my bedroom door wearing nothing but his jeans and walked toward the bathroom.
He didn’t speak and only nodded.
“Holy fuck, Ry. Who the hell is that?”
“That would be Drew. He showed up here yesterday afternoon.”
“You didn’t tell me he looked like that,” Lauren exclaimed.
I snickered. Talk about awkward.
Drew came out of the bathroom and started back toward the bedroom.
“Come here. I want you to meet my best friend,” I called to him.
“Can I get a shirt?” he asked.
“You don’t have to,” Lauren giggled. He snickered and continued to get his shirt.
“You idiot,” I scolded Lauren.
“You can’t beat a girl for trying,” she smiled.
“Lauren, this is Drew,” I said, introducing my husband who calls me Morgan to my friend who knew me by Riley.
The three of us went out to the deck and had coffee. I was surprised at Lauren and Drew, hitting it off like they had. Then again, Lauren could make friends with the devil himself. She was just that bubbly. They were talking diamonds of all things. Lauren had traded a horse for a ring years before and wanted to know if he could tell her what it was worth, if anything. Of course he said yes, and she planned to bring it over later.
Lauren left after about an hour, leaving Drew and I alone on the deck, overlooking the breathtaking, morning ocean.
“It’s very tranquil here,” he said, looking out to the endless sea.
“Yes, a lot more so than the desert,” I replied.
“We don’t have to live there, Morgan,” he said with a serious expression.
I snorted. “Where would we live?”
“Where ever you want,” he assured me.
I didn’t reply. I didn’t want to think about that at the time.
“Do you want to mow or change the oil first?” I asked instead.
“I’m pretty sure I have no clue how to do either,”
he admitted.
“You’re such a girl,” I teased.
“Are you calling me a * again?
I laughed. “Yes, but I was trying to be nice about it.”
Chapter 21
Drew and I dressed and walked out to the back yard to retrieve the mower. The yard really wasn’t that bad. Dawson had kept up on it throughout the summer. I primed the pump by pushing the little ball three times and had to explain to Drew why I did it.
“Where’s the key?” He wanted to know. I couldn’t help it. I laughed, really laughed. He couldn’t be that domesticated. No man was that ignorant.
“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore,” he determined and started walking away.
“I’m sorry. Come back. I promise not to laugh at you for the rest of the day.”
He wrapped his arm around my back and kissed me. “If you do, I am going to bend you over my knee and beat your sexy little ass,” he promised.
Okay, maybe I would laugh at him again.
“Pull the handle,” I explained, pointing to the T-handle cord.
He pulled it gently and nothing happened. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing again.
“You’re asking for it,” he warned.