But I need more. I need to feel her-be closer. I nudge her further onto the bed and climb on behind her.
Then, still buried inside, I pull Kate up by her shoulders and bend my knees so she’s straddling me-but facing away. Reverse Cowgirl Style.
My chest presses against her back. Her hair tickles my face as my lips devour her neck. She’s everywhere-surrounding me. Her scent, the feel of her against me, the taste of her skin, the sound of her voice crying my name.
It’s consuming.
Overwhelming.
Like drowning.
And if you’ve got to go? Trust me-this is the fucking way.
My arms cross over Kate’s chest with my hands on her shoulders, pushing down as my hips thrust up hard.
And her words come out high-pitched and urgent: “Drew…Drew…I’m coming.”
“Fuck…I know…I can feel you.”
Her walls tighten around me like a starved boa constrictor.
And even though I want to hold out, even though I don’t want it to end yet-or ever-my dick apparently has other ideas, and I explode deep inside her.
My hands fall down to Kate’s waist, pulling her closer to me. Her head rests on my knees, and my mouth is against her back.
We’re both panting, out of breath.
But I find my voice first.
“Best…gift…ever.”
Kate laughs against my legs. “Couldn’t agree more.”
***
Much, much later, Kate and I lay in the middle of the bed, on top of the covers. A tangled mess of limp limbs and sweaty skin.
I like this part.
That may be pansy to admit, but let’s be real. Kate’s name is tattooed on my frigging arm. Trying to pretend like she doesn’t have my balls in her purse? Really kind of useless at this point.
Her head rests on my chest. And I feel her smile before she whispers, “Tell me something about you. Something no one else knows.”
I look at the ceiling. And call forth my deepest, darkest secret.
“I have Justin Bieber on my iPod.”
She giggles, “Really?”
“Yep. That ‘As Long as You Love Me’ song. And if you ever tell the guys, I’ll deny it till the day I die.”
She traces my abs with her fingers. Then I say, “Now you. Tell me something I don’t know yet.”
She kisses my chest slowly as she thinks. Then she looks up into my eyes. “Nothing. You know absolutely everything there is to know about me.”
“All right. Then…if you had three wishes, what would you wish for?”
I once told Kate I wanted to make all her dreams come true. And I didn’t think it was possible at the time, but she means even more to me now than the night I told her that. So if there’s something she wants, something she needs? Heaven and hell better watch their backs-cause I’ll knock both on their asses to get it for her.
She thinks some more. And when she speaks, her voice is hushed with surprise and gratitude. “I wouldn’t wish for anything.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, at this moment, I have everything I want. My mother’s happy; I love my work. And anything more I ever would’ve wished for…is right here in front of me.”
I swallow hard. Hearing that answer? That’s better than a whole sack full of sex toys.
Okay-maybe not the riding crop.
But it’s definitely close.
I frame her face with my hands and kiss her.
Life’s funny, you know? I mean, did you really think a year ago-when Kate and I were going at it, falling through my front door-that we’d ever end up here? At the time, I figured it would be just another one-nighter. Amazing-no question-but still just a fantastic scratch for my long-suffering itch.
And yet here I am.
Committed.
Monogamous.
Completely, disgustingly infatuated.
And I couldn’t be happier.
And this is just year one. Not to go all Notebook on you, but Kate and I have a hell of a lot more years ahead of us. A lifetime’s worth.
And I plan on making the most of every fucking one of them.
Volume 2
I SIT IN A HIGH-BACKED CHAIR in the corner of the bedroom in a suite at The Plaza hotel, flipping through the advertisement-packed pages of Bride Magazine. Female-targeted ads are ridiculous. I don’t care how “flawless” looking the makeup claims to be; if you don’t already look like a Victoria’s Secret model, no cover-up in the world is gonna make you look like one.
Another thing I don’t get-everyone always raves about The Plaza, but the room is wall to wall florals-the bedding, the upholstery, the framed pictures. It looks like it was designed by a deranged Mistress Mary, quite contrary-obsessed grandmother. I shift in the chair, trying to get comfortable, but the seat was obviously made to be “looked at” not “sat in.” I give up on the magazine and wait.
Waiting for what, you ask?
For Kate, of course.
She’s behind the closed bathroom door, probably taking a bath. And she doesn’t know I’m here yet. It’s going to be a surprise. A lust-filled, haven’t-seen-her-in-twenty-four-hours-and-I-can’t-wait-to-get-inside-her kind of surprise.
You have no idea what’s going on right now, do you? Well, hang on; you’ll figure it out shortly.
Because the bathroom door opens, and Kate steps into the bedroom. And like a dog who hasn’t seen his master all day, my lonely cock lifts its head at the sight of her.
She holds a champagne glass filled with bubbly, orange liquid. Her hair is twisted up in a high knot, while delicate, curling strands brush against her damp neck. She’s wearing a short, red silk robe that leaves little to the imagination-which is exactly why I bought it for her.
I smile when she sees me. Her beguiling brown eyes widen. “Drew?” She glances at the door. “What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here.”
“I know. I snuck in. I’m stealthy like that.”
She steps towards me. “If Dee sees you, she’s going to freak out.”
I scowl at the mention of Kate’s psychotic best friend, whose mission in life is to interfere with mine. “Screw Dee. I wanted to see you.”
Last night was the first night we’ve spent apart since Kate moved in with me. Now, you might think that one night shouldn’t be that big a deal-but you’re wrong. Ask any recovering drug addict which night of detox was the worst? When they were hungriest for a fix? The initial hours of withdrawal are always the hardest.
Kate smiles forgivingly, but reminds me, “The guys aren’t supposed to see the girls before the reception. It’s a tradition.”
I stand up and pull Kate flush against me, because seeing her, smelling her vanilla- and lavender-scented skin, makes touching her a must. “It’s a stupid fucking tradition. And that’s not even accurate-the actual rule is the groom isn’t allowed to see the bride before the ceremony. Delores just made up this shit up to make me miserable.”
Are you starting to figure it out now?
Kate giggles. “Because everything is always about you, right?”
“Well…yeah.”
I lean in to kiss her lips, but she leans back. “You can’t stay here.”
I counter her dodge with a move towards her neck. I kiss and suck the sensitive skin above her collarbone. Delicious.
I mumble against her, “Sure I can.”
Kate tilts her head with a sigh, giving me more room to taste, even while she argues, “And when Dee finds out you’re here?”
“If Delores comes in this room, she’s going to get an eyeful.” I chuckle. “Maybe she’ll go blind. Or she’ll learn something-lucky Matthew.”
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.