“I want to stay with you anyway. Always. I mean, this is a perk, you doing that—"
“I’ll make sure there are plenty of…perks,” he teased, raising an eyebrow at me comically.
I hugged him, “You are such a dork.”
“It’s a good thing you love me anyway.”
“I love you because you’re such a dork,” I said, laughing.
“I don’t care why. As long as you don’t stop loving me,” he had said, and his beautiful so-dark-they-were-almost-black eyes were serious. Even in the dim light I could see that and I hugged him fiercely.
“I love you forever. The rest of my life,” I said, choked up, and I kissed him.
“Show me,” he said.
I lay back and looped my arms around his neck, my eyes on his.
“Yes,” I said.
Drew settled himself between my thighs. The blunt tip of his long cock brushed against my sensitive sex. I felt a thrill roll through me from that slight contact. My body ached for him to fill me. I took a long breath, smiled at him. He dipped his head and kissed me. The kiss grew bumpy and sloppy as he notched his cock at my slit and thrust forward, taking me fast and deep with one stroke. I arched into him, our thrusting eager, messy at first until we caught an ancient rhythm and ground together. He brushed my sweaty hair back from my temple, whispered to me how beautiful I was, how much he loved me. His strokes grew heavier, harder and with a sharp jolt, he spilled inside me. I felt the hot gush of his cum and my body clenched, seizing up. I thrashed and cried out as I came. His thumb reaching between us rubbed my clit, making my orgasm longer, a harsh cry escaping him as I clenched around him so hard. I shook, my teeth chattered. He thrust against me, giving me friction and pressure right where I needed it. The climax went on and on until my vision went black and fuzzy at the edges. It was so powerful that I thought I might be dying.
When I finally managed to draw breath and my bowed body drooped back onto the air mattress, I was laughing and trembling. He pulled me into his arms and held me, grabbing a rolled-up blanket from beside the air bed and throwing it over us both.
“You thought of everything,” I said wearily.
“Yeah, but mostly I think of you. All the time. Promise me we’ll stay like this, Chel. I didn’t know anything like this was possible. Not for regular people. It’s magic.”
“Okay, Harry Potter,” I teased.
“You say that like your dad ever let you watch those movies,” he said.
“Hey, I watched the first one at Trixie’s house.”
“So you were sneaky even as a little kid?”
“Always,” I said proudly.
“What if your old man catches you when you sneak back in your room. What will you do?”
“I’ll tell him if he doesn’t like me sneaking out he can let you in the house like a normal human being. If not, I’ll keep sneaking out to be with you.”
“You’ll get tired of it,” he said.
“Never. I will never get tired of you. This is my real life. The rest of it is the lie.” I insisted.
I lay with my head on his bare chest, syncing my breathing to the rise and fall of his chest beneath my cheek. It felt so perfect, like we’d managed to defy the laws that kept us from being one person, from merging completely. I thought of words like soul mate and husband. I drifted off in his arms.
I came, dreaming of him like that.
Here was the secret I’d never told anyone. Every time I’d had an orgasm, it had been because of Drew. Either I was with him or I was thinking of him. No matter who I was with. Not that I’d ever say that aloud to him or anybody else. Some secrets you take to the grave, and the fact that Drew Casey was the only man who could crank my engine was that kind of secret.
14
Drew
Son of a bitch, this was taking forever!
Normally my work soothed me. It was completely absorbing, and my mind was captivated by the way the pieces fit together, with how to identify and fix the problem. Not today.
It’d been two days since I’d kissed Michelle. It was driving me to mad distraction. Everything I did seemed annoying, and everything took at least twice as long as it usually would. It was frustrating. I couldn’t concentrate. Unless for some reason, I needed to concentrate on replaying that kiss in my mind constantly. If that was useful, I’d be a natural at it. But that wasn’t going to fix the Blazer I was working on. And I wasn’t going to increase the usual labor charge on the repair just because my brain was working at half speed.