Super Chick

by Amber R. Polk

  “Pizza’s here,” he said, leaning against the door jamb.

  “Okay, thanks.” She waited for him to leave, but his eyes roamed her body. She cleared her throat. “Do you need something?”

  “As a matter of fact, I think I do,” he said, his eyes taking their time moving up her body until they landed on hers.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Hopping to her feet, Megan took the rubber gloves from her hands off and tossed them in the trash. She was going to stop this game, but she needed more time to figure out how. A few beers wouldn’t hurt, either. “I’ll be out in a minute. Go ahead and start without me.”

  Washing her hands, she still felt Drew watching her. Finally, she turned to him and put a hand on her hip, pointing a finger toward the living room. “Go.”

  His mouth moved into a slow, sexy grin before he pushed off the door jamb and walked away. Taking a few seconds to catch her breath, she straightened her hair. He rattled her and enjoyed doing it. Megan, on the other hand, thought of it as a very slow torture. She had a feeling that bamboo shoots under the fingernails would be easier to deal with.

  Tonight, she would tell him no more—no more flirting, kissing, touching, or looking. That in itself was torture enough.

  Ambling into the living room, Megan found Lillie and Drew eating pizza and watching CSI on the television. She sat on the couch next to Lillie while Drew sat in the leather chair. Before she knew it, they were all engrossed in the show and trying to guess who the killer was. Of course, Drew told them within the first fifteen minutes, but it was still fun picking through the clues with the characters.

  Lillie stood and stretched her gorgeous long limbs. “I think I’m going to hit the hay. I’m exhausted.”

  “Okay,” Megan said, then remembered the news she got earlier in the day. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I think I may have found a place for you to rent. If you want we can go look at it at ten tomorrow. Dwayne Webber is going to meet us there.”

  “Oh, really? So are you going to get some of my rent knocked off?” Lillie smirked and wiggled her eyebrows up and down.

  “What?” Drew asked with only a hint of jealousy in his voice.

  “Nothing,” Megan said, trying to hide her embarrassment. She also just remembered how she was going to choke Lillie for planting the seed of matrimony in the Webbers’ heads.

  “No, tell me.” He sat up in the seat and looked to Lillie with raised eyebrows.

  “I think Mrs. Webber wants to do a little matchmaking with Megan and her son.” She gave them both a shit eating grin. “I’ll admit, I might have thrown in a suggestion for fun. Tomorrow should be very interesting.”

  “Dear lord, I don’t know what you were thinking telling Mrs. Webber I was looking for a man.” One day, Megan planned on paying Lillie back for that little stunt and payback was going to be a real bitch.

  “I’ll go with you tomorrow and let him know you found one,” Drew said, standing up and putting his arm around Megan’s shoulder, giving it a tight squeeze.

  “That’s not necessary, really,” she told him and stepped out of his grip.

  “Oh, no. I insist. I don’t want you to run around town without me, anyway.” He looked down and gave her a wink.

  She looked to Lillie, who was smirking, and to Drew, who was grinning, and glared at them both. Turning to Drew, she said, “First of all, I don’t need a babysitter. I’m a big girl.” She turned to Lillie. “Second, I am going to strangle you for letting Mrs. Webber even think that one day I would be popping out her grandbabies.”

  “Oh, come on. It was really funny.” Lillie turned away and burst into laughter.

  Before Megan could scold her, Drew said, “Wait. When did you see Mrs. Webber?”

  Megan’s irritation at Lillie was swiftly put on the backburner at his question. She hated lying and maybe Lillie felt guilty for the man hunt incident because she spoke up first. “She came by the shop, what was it, day before yesterday?”

  “Uh huh,” Megan said with a weak nod.

  Drew scrutinized Megan, then shook his head. Megan’s face felt hot and her lips tingled. “I can’t see her wearing something from your shop.”

  Lillie cut in, “Me, either. I don’t think she’s quite right in the head, though. She could really use some meditation.”

  He crossed his arms over his chest and his lips thinned as he cocked his head to the side. “What did she buy, Megan?”

  Megan cleared her throat and scratched her chest at the opening of her shirt. Having no idea what to say, she said the first thing that came to mind. “She bought a sequined skirt and a leopard print top.”

  “Didn’t I hear somewhere that she calls the police all the time, too?” Lillie asked. Megan’s eyebrows went up. Hopefully, Lillie knew something Megan didn’t know.

  Letting out a defeated breath, he nodded. “Yeah. Last week she called the station because she though a pervert was trying to get her goodies. When we got there, it was a twenty-year-old kid trying to buy condoms for his date later that night.”

  “You’re kidding?” Megan asked, laughter bubbling up her throat, but she choked it down. She couldn’t imagine what that poor boy thought when the police came in to question him.

  “It wasn’t the first time and I doubt it’ll be the last,” he said.

  “You’re going to have to tell us more, but for now I’m exhausted and going to bed,” Lillie said, already moving toward the stairs.

  And there she was, alone with Drew—the moment Megan had been dreading all day was finally upon her. She had to get it over with or she would lose her nerve. She moved to the couch and sat on the edge, twisting a ring on her finger. “Drew, can you sit down for a minute? We need to talk.”

  Eying her curiously, Drew shuffled toward her and sat on the coffee table in front of her with her knees between his thighs. He laid a palm on her knee and moved his thumb across her skin expectantly. Though they had only spent a few days together, she was going to miss this—miss him and all his little touches she had loved to hate—but she was a grown woman and could deal with loneliness.

  She had been dealing with it her entire life.

  “What do you need to talk about, babe?” hHe asked, brushing her overly long bangs out of her eyes and tucking them behind her ear.

  “This. What we’re doing right now. The kissing. The touching. The everything!” She scooted her butt to the back of the couch, putting a little bit of distance between them because even though her mouth was saying ‘no way,’ her body wanted to reach out and yank him to her. “We shouldn’t… no, we can’t do it anymore.”

  “Why not?” His eyebrows raised.

  “Because we just can’t.” Her voice rose and she threw her hands up.

  “You’re not involved with anyone else or I would know,” he said dismissively. “Why not then? Are you interested in someone else?” By the hard set in his eyes, he was going to be really pissed off if the answer was yes. She couldn’t help but feel good about that.

  “No, it’s not that. It’s me.” He rolled his eyes and his shoulders almost simultaneously. “No, really, Drew. There are things about me that you don’t know and it’s not fair to keep going on like this when it’s not going anywhere.”

  “What things do I not know?” He stood and paced back and forth in front of the coffee table. “I thought we were letting things move along as it came naturally?”

  Little did he know that some things about her weren’t natural at all. “You don’t understand and I can’t explain it.”

  “Megan, we all have things we don’t want people to know. You don’t know everything about me, either.” Drew ran a hand through his hair, leaving it tousled on his head. “So, what’s your excuse now?”

  “We just can’t, Drew.”

  “The hell we can’t,” he said, grabbing her hand and yanking her to his chest. He bent and covered her mouth with his in a wild kiss before she had time to react. As he lifted her up at the waist, her instincts kicked in and s
he wrapped her legs around his waist while he walked them to her bedroom.

  Drew flipped on the lamp before he set her on her feet. He tugged her head back by her hair and pulled her blouse over her head. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Megan was thankful she was wearing a pink laced bra, but her thoughts muddled when he bent down and covered her nipple through the lace and sucked.

  Holy shit, she thought.

  “You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured against her skin.

  Not wanting him to pick up on the fact that she had no clue what she was doing, Megan yanked his head back and pulled his mouth to hers while using her other hands to rub the bulge pressing against his zipper. She pulled on the zipper, but nothing happened. Without releasing the kiss, Megan tugged on the zipper, trying to free him, except her hand slipped and slapped him on the crotch. Sucking in a breath, he took a step back and looked to the ceiling.

  “Sorry,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

  When Drew’s head came down and his eyes hit hers, his were glossed over and his lips formed a straight line. He stepped toward her and she instinctively covered her breasts, afraid he was going to pay her back with a flick of the nipple or something equally as painful. But he didn’t. He gave her a devilish grin, picked her up, and tossed her on the bed. Unsure of what he was doing, she quickly scooted her back to the headboard and eyed him warily… until he pulled off his shirt and tossed it to the ground.

  She swallowed hard.

  “Don’t be sorry, baby. You’re about to make it up to me.”

  Drew didn’t take his eyes from her while he stripped off his clothes, leaving him in a sexy pair of black boxer briefs. Megan took her time taking him all in and he let her have her fill. His long, lean body was beautifully well-formed, but not to the point that he looked like he spent an excessive amount of time in the gym. She could look at him for hours, but it was what was bulging inside his boxer briefs that had her pulse racing, her breathing labored.

  I’m going to do it. I’m going to finally have real, honest to goodness sex and it’s going to be with freaking Drew Calloway and I since this is probably going to be the last time, I am going to make it memorable.

  Megan reached a shaking hand out for him, and he walked forward until his thighs touched the mattress and the palms of her hands were flat on his abs. Her eyes darted back and forth to different parts of his chest in delight. This was like years of looking at an ice cream shop through a window, then one day be given an all-day pass to eat anything she wanted. There were so many choices and she really wanted to taste them all.

  Pulling herself up on her knees, Megan started at his neck and kissed the vein pumping wildly beneath her lips. She made her way down his chest and bravely licked his nipple, causing him to groan. Her curiosity turned to something more. Hearing Drew groan like that and knowing she was the one to cause it, gave her… well, courage. Still kissing his chest, she planted one hand on the mattress to support her weight and let the other hand travel down his chest to the waistband of his underwear. Just as her hand was about to dive in and hold a dick for the first time, he wrapped a hand around her wrist to stop her.

  The courage Megan had built came tumbling down. She wondered what she did wrong. Sure, she didn’t know what she was doing, but she thought she was doing all the right things. Leaning back until her butt rested on her calves, she stared at the hand still gripping her wrist. No way was she ready to look at his face just yet.

  “If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to be down before we even begin. Now it’s my turn,” Drew growled and pushed against her until she was flat on her back, knees in the air and feet on the mattress. Before her mind even had the time to process the sudden change in events, he had her pants unbuttoned, pulled down, and tossed on the floor, leaving her in her panties and bra.

  “I knew you were beautiful, but this,” he took in her body and shook his head, “there are no words for this. I’m one lucky son of a bitch.”

  Feeling more terrified and excited than she had ever been before in her life, Megan fought to keep her breathing under control. The ache between her legs intensified as she watched him take her in. Lifting her foot, Drew kissed the inside of her ankle, letting his hands move further up her body. His eyes never left hers. It was too much. The intensity was freaking her out. The first time didn’t feel anything like this. What was happening now was adult shit and Megan felt like a teenage girl fumbling about as she propped herself up on her elbows.

  “Wait, let me turn off the light,” she said, scooting to the nightstand.

  “Leave it on.”

  Turning it off, she laid on her back. “Just this once,” she said, knowing full well ‘this once’ would be the only time.

  It only took a second for Megan’s eyes to adjust to the darkness. She watched as Drew bent down and pulled something out of his wallet then went right ahead and shed himself of his underwear. And there he was, all of him, ready. He tossed a small packet—a condom—on the nightstand.

  Drew climbed on the bed and between Megan’s knees. It didn’t take him long to cover her mouth with his while pressing his hardness against her now throbbing center. Somehow, she didn’t know how, but her bra was off and he was sucking on her nipple. Megan’s back arched and her hand dug into the back of his head. Putting his weight on an elbow, Drew used his other hand to rub against her through her panties. Right then, with just one touch, she was nearly undone. Tugging on his hair until his mouth was on hers, he could feel his smile against her lips.

  “Please,” she panted.

  “Please what, Megan?” he asked, teasing.

  She pushed her hips against him. “Get inside of me.”

  He had the nerve to chuckle and slide his finger inside her panties, barely touching her. “You’re so wet, baby.”

  “Uh huh,” she said, not really knowing how to respond to a statement like that. Yes, she was wet! This felt a thousand times better than when she touched herself and that felt pretty good by itself. “Hurry.”

  Chuckling, Drew reached for the foil packet and Megan watched in fascination as he rolled the condom onto his thickness. He took his time moving her panties down her legs, then ran his hands up her legs until he spread her legs wide, eying her. He was taking too long and she was beginning to get really frustrated. Scratch that, she was already frustrated and on the edge of pissed right the hell off.

  “You’re amazing,” he said with wonder in his voice. Megan scoffed and fought the urge to cover herself with her hands. “No, baby, don’t do that. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever seen.”

  “Uh, thanks. Will you fuck me now? Please?” she basically begged and hated herself for it.

  Drew’s grin was devilish and sexy as hell as he lowered his body to hers. They were chest to chest, him keeping his full weight off her with his elbows. The head of his cock pressed against her opening, sliding in an inch, maybe two. Megan gripped his back when he pushed all the way inside her, filling her up to the point of bursting. She sucked in a breath, doing her best not to cry out in pain. All the good she had felt was gone and replaced by burning pain.

  Drew pulled back, almost to the point of exiting her. “Fuck, Megan. Are you a virgin?”

  Squeezing her eyes shut, she shook her head no. “It’s just been a very long time.”

  “Okay, dammit.” His arms shook from the restraint he was using. “Do you trust me?”

  Megan nodded even though he was slowly inching back inside of her. Every muscle in her body was tightened uncomfortably, waiting for the pain she knew would come next. Drew leaned in and kissed her deeply before pulling up on his knees while still barely inside her.

  “Wha… no, come here. Don’t stop,” she begged, wrapping her legs around his hips to keep him in place.

  “Shh,” he whispered before moving his hand down and rubbing her nub with his thumb.

  “Oh,” she breathed out, letting her body fall back to the bed. Th
is is like what I did for myself, only better. Much, much better.

  It didn’t take long for her body to begin to react to his ministrations and she rocked her hips, trying to take more of him. Megan thought she might burst if he didn’t fill her. To her delight, Drew could hear the unspoken request and covered her body, entering her with ease. It felt so good, she was afraid her eyes were going to roll in the back of her head.

  Closing her eyes, Megan lost herself in the feel of Drew moving back and forth. Her hands palmed the hard muscles of his back as his thrusts picked up speed. Something inside of her engulfed her body and she lost all control. It started in her belly and worked its way through her entire body, making her head spin. Not literally—this wasn’t but The Exorcist—but mentally, she was spinning out of control.

  She didn’t have a clue what was happening inside of her, but she sure as hell didn’t want it to stop.

  Megan’s muscles tensed as a white flash came behind her closed lids and she went numb in pure ecstasy. From somewhere far away, she could hear Drew groan as she tightened around him. Moments later, his body stiffened before shuttering over hers. He kissed her sweetly and she smiled. “That… that was fantastic,” she breathed out.

  She watched him pull back and was just about to say something when he went completely ridged and jumped off her with frantic, wide eyes.

  “What? What did I do?” she asked, wondering if maybe she confessed her feelings for him sometime during her climax.

  “Holy shit,” Drew said, running his hands over his face while backing up until he ran into the dresser. The bathroom light let in just enough light to see his body, but enough to see the look on his face. From the sound of his voice, whatever she had done wasn’t good.

  “Drew?” Suddenly feeling very naked and vulnerable, she covered herself with the comforter while she watched him watching her.