She shrugged and looked between them. “After last night, I figured everyone would have something to say about Drew and me.”
Noah chuckled and began cracking eggs into a large bowl. “Sweetheart, your relationship is your business. For the record though, this is a long time coming. You and Drew have been…well, you and Drew for a long time. The fact you guys are making it official? Not very surprising, to tell you the truth, and you’re not going to be met with a bunch of disapproval, if that’s what you’re afraid of.”
“Want to let Chloe know that?” she muttered.
“Ah, well, it’s her baby brother,” Ethan said. “She’s protective.”
Katie snorted. “She wasn’t being protective of him. She was giving him a hard time because she had the idea he was, I don’t know, taking advantage of me or something.”
“Yeah, and she knows we’d all be lined up to kick his ass if that was the case, so…” Ethan winked.
Noah stopped scrambling the eggs and met her gaze. “The way you and Drew are together? Chloe doesn’t understand it. It’s not how she is with Jack and Isaac. And Lord knows that woman has no filter so she’s going to just say whatever she thinks, usually without thinking about it first. She’s talk first, apologies later. With all the good intentions, of course. You know that.”
Katie looked down at her feet a moment then back up. “You really don’t have a problem with Drew and me? You’re okay with it?”
“Of course we’re fine with it,” Ethan said immediately.
Stepping forward, Noah drew her into his embrace. “You make each other happy, always have. Maybe now, he won’t feel like he has to run away every chance he gets and you won’t make yourself sick missing him.”
She pulled back and looked at him in surprise.
He brushed her hair back. “Not blind.”
“But…but you never said anything.”
“Would saying something have helped?” Ethan asked. “Or would you have just been embarrassed?”
“Mortified,” she said quietly.
“Exactly. Now,” Noah stepped back to the eggs, “breakfast will be ready soon.”
“Yeah, go tell Drew to get his lazy ass out of bed.”
Katie laughed and went to the door. She looked over her shoulder and her heart swelled as she watched the two men give each other a cuddle before Noah moved away to get a skillet for the eggs.
She hurried back to Drew’s cabin and found him still asleep, sprawled on his back in the center of the bed. Moving toward the bed, she ran her gaze from his tousled head to where the blankets sat low around his hips.
Bottom lip between her lip, she knelt on the mattress beside him. Her fingers trembled as she traced them over his jaw, his whiskers tickling, then his full lips. Trailing her hand down his body, she paused briefly at the scar on his side then continued downward until she came to the blankets. She ached to see him. All of him. His body had been against her, inside her, and she had yet to see him fully.
As she eased the covers down and off of him, her breathing quickened. He was beautiful. She ran a palm from one of his ankles up his finely haired leg. Katie bent forward and pressed her lips to his hipbone, inhaling the musky scent of him. His cock twitched and swelled, making her smile against his hot skin. She glanced up his body and saw he still slept.
Carefully, she straightened and moved between his legs. Resting her hands on his hard thighs, she stared down at his groin. She wanted him in her mouth, on her tongue, but she’d never done this before. She knew the mechanics, of course; hell, she’d witnessed it when he’d fucked Charlotte’s mouth. Katie closed her eyes and tried not to think about that. She wanted this, but the thought of screwing it up, of Drew not enjoying it, made her hesitate.
“Stop thinking so hard and touch me.”
Katie lifted her gaze to meet Drew’s heavily lidded eyes. “You’re awake.”
“And very happy for that fact.” He shifted his hips, and she looked down at his full erection. “Touch me, Katie.”
“I am.” She tightened her grip on his thighs.
“Katie.” His voice was quiet, harsh and oh so arousing.
“Yes, Drew?”
“Touch. Me. Now.”
Remembering his reaction the night before, she lowered her eyes and whispered, “Yes, sir.”
In a blur, he sat up, grabbed a handful of her hair at the nape of her neck and hauled her forward. His mouth slanted over hers roughly. He plunged his tongue between her lips and swept it hotly around hers. With a gasp, he broke the kiss and rested his forehead to hers.
“You beautiful, amazing…fucking perfect girl.” After releasing her, he lowered himself back down slowly, bought his hands up behind his head and let out a long breath. “Touch me, baby.”
“Yes, sir,” she repeated breathlessly.
His cock jumped beneath her touch as she ran a knuckle down its length. So hard, but so soft, silky. Katie licked her lips, and Drew groaned. She wrapped her hand around the base, but then stopped.
“I—” She looked at Drew’s face and was horrified when her vision wavered. “I’ve never… I don’t know…”
She shook her head in frustration and closed her eyes. Then opened them immediately when she felt Drew’s strong fingers close around hers. He moved her hand up and down his shaft, a slow and steady rhythm.
“Show me what you like,” she pleaded. “I want to please you, and I don’t know what to do. I wish I could—God, I’m sorry.” She tried to pull her hand away, but he tightened his grip, still using her hand to stroke his cock.
“Look at me,” he ordered, waiting until she obeyed before continuing. “You never need to worry or apologize, Katie. You can touch me in any way you want, and I’ll like it. I promise you that.”
She nodded with a shaky smile. He removed his hand and brought it back behind his head. Katie scooted down the bed slightly and, bending forward, kissed the thick head of his shaft. She kept her hand around the base as she explored his length with her lips. All the way down to where she held him then up to the tip again. A bead of moisture seeped out of his slit, and without thinking, she caught it with her tongue. The bitter flavor exploded in her mouth, and she wanted more.
After wetting her lips, she moved down, letting him glide inside. The feel of him on her tongue, stretching her mouth wide, was heady, and she clenched her thighs together.
She took more of him in, anxious to have all of him filling her. Her eyes watered and she had to pull off suddenly as she gagged.
“I’m sorry,” she stammered, feeling foolish.
“Shhh, it’s fine.” Drew’s hand delved into her hair. “Don’t try to take it all, baby. You’re doing so well. Feels so fucking good, your mouth.”
She slid her hand up and down his spit slick length and moved farther down to mouth his balls. “I want so badly to please you,” she murmured. “I know I can’t do this as good as she can, but I want to. I’ll keep trying.”
“What are you talking about? Good as who?” His fingers tightened in her hair, pulling almost painfully. “Charlotte?”
She laved along the crease where his thigh and groin met. “I’ll do better. I’ll—”
One hand in her hair and the other gripping her upper arm, he hauled her up until they were face to face.
“Don’t you ever compare yourself to her, or anyone else. Do you understand me?” he asked angrily.
“Don’t be mad,” she said quickly. “You just seemed to enjoy it so much when she was… Drew, I want to be able to do that for you.”
“Are you under the impression I’m suffering here?” He lifted his hips, pushing his hardness into her belly. “Stop thinking about her. She was a poor substitute for you, a physical release, that’s all. What I felt when I was with her pales in comparison to this, to us. Please tell me you believe that.”
His earnest expression melted her. “Yes, of course I do.”
“Christ, it’s always been you, Katie. Always.” He kissed her, lips
sliding hot and wet against hers.
When his hands snuck up her shirt, she broke away with a gasp. “Hold on. I wasn’t finished.” She shimmied back down his body.
“You don’t have to do this just because—”
“It’s not because of her. I’m not thinking of her,” she assured before swirling her tongue around the flushed crown. “I’m thinking about how much I love the taste of you and the feel of you, and I want more.”
“Fuuuck.” His head dropped onto the pillow.
Gripping him once more at the base, she took his length in her mouth and began to slide up and down. She moaned around him, loving the quiet way he grunted and how his hips jerked every so often. She knew he was holding back, wondered how difficult it was for him to stay still, how badly he wanted to fuck up into her mouth. But he didn’t, and she knew that was for her. He was taking care of her as he always did, and she loved him even more for it.
He cupped her chin and his thumb rubbed the corner of her mouth, where it was stretched taut around him and slick with saliva. She quickened her pace, thrilled with the power she held. She accepted Drew was in charge; hell, she wanted him in charge, craved it. But she had power here. She heard it in the ragged way he said her name, the way his hand shook as he touched her, the way his cock twitched in her mouth.
“Katie, baby, I’m going to come,” Drew warned her.
Part of her wanted to keep going, let him come down her throat, own her in that basic way. But another part realized she wasn’t quite ready for that. She pulled off of him with a wet pop and jerked her hand faster and faster, quick and sure, until with a loud cry, he threw his head back and came in white ribbons across his flat stomach and chest.
Katie reached down with her free hand and trailed her fingers through the warmth pooling on his skin. His stomach quivered under her touch, and he groaned her name. Meeting his gaze, she brought her hand to her mouth and sucked two fingers clean. One day, she thought, she’d take all of it. All he’d give her.
Drew struggled to breathe, the sight of Katie licking his cum off her hand short-circuiting his brain even more than the orgasm moments before. When she leaned down and began to lave his stomach clean, humming happily, his eyes rolled back and his spent cock twitched as if valiantly trying to rise to the occasion again.
“I love your taste,” she said, straightening and smacking her lips together.
And now, it was his turn.
“Katie.”
She reacted immediately to the commanding tone of his voice, and he couldn’t have been more pleased. Lowering her gaze, she sat back on her heels between his knees.
“Yes, Drew?”
“Take your clothes off,” he ordered. “And then get your pretty ass back to me.”
She frowned. “Ethan and Noah were making breakfast,” she informed. “I was supposed to wake you up for that. We should probably—”
“Take your clothes off,” he repeated tightly.
A shudder visibly coursed through her. She climbed off the bed and, eyes locked on him, bared her body to him inch by inch, dropping the tank top, wispy skirt and panties to the floor.
“Katie,” he drawled when she didn’t move.
“Hmmm?” She shook her head as if trying to clear it.
“You’ve managed the first half of your instructions well enough,” he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and standing.
“Sorry. Maybe we should just go eat breakfast.” She wrapped her arms around his waist and kissed his breastbone before grinning up at him teasingly. “I know you are feeling pretty good, and I can wait. Really I can.”
He gripped her chin, fingers pressing hard. “Get on the bed. Now.”
Her eyelids fluttered, and she inhaled shakily. She crawled onto the bed and lay on her back. He could see she was trembling and bit back a smile.
“Spread your legs. Good girl,” he crooned when she did it immediately.
Kneeling between her legs, he ran a finger between her folds. “You’re wet. Did sucking me off turn you on? Did licking me clean get you nice and drenched for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned, lifting her hips into his touch.
He slid two fingers into her hot, tight sheath. “You’re dripping for me and you wanted to go eat breakfast?”
“When I came back, I wanted to make you feel good.” She groaned, meeting his thrusting hand stroke for stroke. “I don’t need to come; I can wait.”
“Hmmm, you don’t look like you can wait. Look at you, fucking my hand like you can’t get enough.” He stretched out over her, savoring her distressed cry as he withdrew his fingers. “I think you’re forgetting how this works, Katie. Who do your orgasms belong to?”
“You.”
His cock, hard again, slipped between her slick pussy lips. “That’s right. I decide if and when you come, baby. And if I decide you should come before breakfast? What does that mean?”
“T-t-that I come before breakfast,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He lined up and pushed inside with a hard thrust. “Do you think you can remember that?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I can. I’m sorry.”
“I know you are.” He shafted into her, setting a rough and fast pace. “I know.”
Drew trailed his palm over Katie’s jaw and down her neck. When his fingertips pressed her collarbone, she shuddered beneath him and tightened around his cock. Fire raced down his spine. Wrapping his hand around her throat, he squeezed gently.
“Is this what you need?” he rasped in her ear. “To know you’re mine, to know I own you?”
“Oh, God, yes!” She sobbed hoarsely, nails scoring down his back. “Oh, Drew!”
He felt her throat shift as she swallowed and continued to fuck her fast and furious. Her back arched and her pussy began to convulse, spasm wildly.
Drew froze and lifted up to look at her face. “Did you just come?” he asked softly, though he knew the answer, could feel it gripping his cock.
“Oh, oh, God. I…didn’t, didn’t mean to. I’m sorry,” she cried, grasping at his biceps, her hips still rhythmically jerking against his.
“Hmmm.” He pushed off of her, sliding out to kneel between her thighs. “I believe you.” He pulled at his cock, staring down at her lithe form spread out for him. “That’s why it’ll only be five this time.”
“Five?” She shook her head.
“Five,” he said firmly.
His balls drew up almost painfully and it only took another two strokes before he was coming across her pussy and lower abs. He ignored her stuttered sigh and reached down to smear his seed all over her thighs and her slick folds.
“But that can wait until later, love. Right now, we’re going to go in for breakfast. Everyone must be wondering where we are.” Drew wiped his hand one last time over her belly, leaving a streak of wetness, and stood. “You’re going to sit at the table and eat your meal like a good girl with my cum all over you. A reminder of whose you are.”
She scrambled out of bed and stood before him. “But, Drew—”
He lifted a brow. “Yes?”
Immediately, she lowered her gaze. “Nothing.”
Walking to the dresser, he pulled out clean clothes and dressed quickly. When he turned around, Katie still stood next to the bed, eyes down and hands clasped before her. God, she learned quickly. He moved to press against her back.
“Get dressed and come to breakfast.” He kissed her cheek and strode to the door. Pulling it open, he looked back and said, “Leave the panties here.”
Her low moan followed him as he left, music to his ears.
Chapter Eight
Drew finished his meal, gaze intent on Katie. Her cheekbones held a sweet flush, and she kept squirming in her chair and throwing quick glances his way. Everyone was pretty quiet, but he knew that was a temporary thing. Chloe sat rigidly in her seat, and it was only a matter of time until she burst.
When Katie was chewing the last bite from her plate, Ethan dr
opped a hand on her shoulder. “Want to check the traps with Noah and me?”
She looked at Drew questioningly. He smiled and nodded.
“I’d like that,” she said.
“Excellent,” Ethan returned. “Grace, are you coming?”
“Yup.”
As the four of them cleared their dishes, Drew rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what they were doing. They figured he and Chloe needed to talk so they were clearing out. He wondered if they’d already planned something to keep the group from the farm busy because he hadn’t seen them at all.
“We’ll take the traps to the south,” Ethan said as he selected a rifle from the gun cabinet. “Charlotte and the guys volunteered to help, so they’re taking the ones to the north.”
Well, that answered that.
“Do they know where the traps are?” Katie questioned.
“Charlotte’s walked the line with Drew, and I jotted down a map in case her memory fails her,” Noah said cheerfully. “Shall we go?”
Katie stopped beside Drew, and he stood to hug her.
She lifted on tiptoes and whispered, “I think you’re being set up.”
He chuckled. “Of course I am.”
She made a small sound of displeasure and tightened her arms around his waist.
“Don’t worry about me. Think of me on your hike.”
“Can’t avoid that,” she said drolly.
“Admit it. You love it, the reminder.” He nudged her ear with his nose.
“I admit nothing.” She stepped out of his embrace, blushing prettily.
“Come on,” Noah said from the doorway. “Time’s a-wasting.”
Once they were gone, Drew grabbed his dishes and brought them to the washbasin. Chloe and her partners stayed seated at the table. After he washed his plate, cup and utensils, he turned around, drying his hands on the dishtowel.
“All right,” he drawled. “Let’s have it.”
Isaac sighed. “We’re concerned about what’s happening between you and Katie.”
Drew lifted a brow and leaned back on the counter. Chloe’s jaw was tight, and she stared at him intensely. Jack sat back in his chair, arms crossed, looking displeased.
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