Drew pulled away to slow us down. Kissing along my inner thigh to my knee, he started up the other side, with me shrieking my need into a pillow to muffle the sound of our passion. When his lips arrived again at the junction of my legs and body, he seized the thong with both hands and, kneeling over me, pulled it down savagely, before burying his tongue full length inside me. I was clutching at the sheets to keep myself from shooting straight up into the headboard when he pulled his tongue out and lashed it against my clit, once, twice, and then held it there while I dissolved under him.
"Oh," I gasped, "oh, oh, omigod." If I'd ever had a stronger orgasm, I didn't remember it. It was as if I'd orbited the moon and crashed into a warm ocean to drown. I clutched Drew to me, surprised that he'd somehow slithered up my body to cover me in kisses while I struggled to breathe. Slowly, my shaking and twitching subsided and I heaved a sigh of contentment.
"Was that enough cuddling?" Drew asked. Suddenly I was laughing, wriggling to be free, consumed with the need to kiss every inch of him, maybe bite, and definitely to suck. With all my strength, not much of which was left, I pushed him off me and pounced on him, unsnapping his jeans, pulling down the zipper, and then yanking them downward as he lifted his hips to help me.
"Something I can help you with?" he asked with a smirk. I leaned forward and bit his shoulder.
"Ow!"
Without another word, I pulled at the waistband of his briefs, and he again cooperated by lifting his hips. When his cock sprang free, I swallowed hard. Had he always been this beautiful? This delectable? A glistening bead of pre-cum at the tip invited me to partake, and I flicked out my tongue to accept. Drew made a sound, and without further teasing, I engulfed him, taking his full length into my mouth with a groan that matched his.
Luxuriously, I sucked hard as I dragged my lips back toward the corona, making him gasp. I swirled my tongue around the head, and then slowly moved my lips back down toward the root, but Drew couldn't hold back. His hand fell on my head and he pushed, thrusting upward at the same time to bury himself deeply into my throat. Then he pulled away abruptly.
"Drew?" I said, wondering what I'd done wrong.
"I can't…wait just a minute." While I wondered what was happening, he turned over and took something from the nightstand. Turning back, he handed me the condom and asked me with his eyes to put it on. I ripped the foil, took out the latex disc, and placed it at the top of his straining manhood. Unrolling the condom over his throbbing cock was a turn-on in itself, and I was panting by the time I'd finished it. I grasped his latex-wrapped shaft in my hand and squeezed.
"God!" he responded. I could wait no longer. I swung my leg over his and positioned myself with the head at my opening, and then plunged downward to bury him inside me. Both of us cried out, and I collapsed onto his chest, which had the unintended effect of pulling him halfway out of me. He pushed me back up to sit upright, burying himself to the hilt again. The sensation of being filled to overflowing resonated through my core, which pulsed in response.
Drew's face was screwed up into an intense grimace, and if I hadn't known better, I'd have thought he was in pain. But, I was sure mine matched. Each time he thrust his hips upward, his pubic bone ground into my clit, causing a responding spasm in my internal muscles, to which his cock responded by swelling in a quick pulse inside me. We could probably have stayed in that reciprocal loop of pleasure for a long time, but I felt something building that demanded more. Drew must have felt it too, because he reached his long arms around me and, in a deft move, flipped us so that I was now lying on my back, and he was above me, with my knees up and legs wrapped around his waist.
His face took on a rapt look, gazing at me with eyes wide open, capturing mine. He began to pump his hips, thrusting more and more deeply, until with a cry of release, I shattered again in his arms. Dimly, I realized that he had found his release as well, as he murmured again and again, "I love you."
Those fatal words. I love you. The reason I'd broken his heart in February. This time I swallowed my fear. There was no one else between us now, and I genuinely cared for him. Would I be able to love him? I hoped so. I felt something for him. I was glad to have him with me, and my god! The sex was incredible. Nevertheless, I was still only nineteen years old, and I didn't have the confidence that I knew what love was, really. I couldn't say it back, but this time I wouldn't drive him away. I'd let him stay until either he'd taught me to love him or I knew for sure I couldn't.
~~~
I slept most of the night curled in Drew's arms, though there were times when we both woke and drowsily made love again, with less urgency and more sweetness. By early morning, I was drunk with lack of sleep and Drew's kisses, but I knew I needed to go back to my own room before Grace woke up. I kissed Drew and reluctantly left, happy in a way I didn't recall ever being before. Even my delight in my daughter didn't have the same quality as this. I felt invincible, as if everything from now on would go my way. Was this love? I didn't know.
I managed to shower and make myself presentable before Gracie started stirring, trying not to wake up. Eventually she gave up and opened her eyes. "Hi, mommy."
"Hi, sweetheart. It's morning. Do you want to get up and have breakfast?"
"Can I have breakfast with Drew?"
I was in trouble and I knew it. My daughter had lost her heart to the gentle giant, and if I didn't lose mine, we were in for heartbreak. Fortunately, I intended to try to love him, whatever that meant.
"We'll see, sweetie. If he's up, he'll probably want to eat breakfast with us." That was all the prompting she needed to get out of bed and get dressed, though we had to go through most of her outfits before we found one that met with her approval. Before we had her shoes on, Katy appeared and demanded that we hurry up.
Except for Ethan, Katy was the youngest of the kids, but somehow she had a sense of her own importance as Russ’s and Charity's daughter. Though I never saw them teaching her to be a little princess, the fact remained that she was one. Grace usually went along with being bossed around by her, but this morning she balked.
"I'm going to eat with Drew," she declared.
"Who's Drew?" Katy asked, though she'd met him the day before.
"That would be me," came his deep voice from the hall, causing Katy to shriek in alarm and Gracie to clap her hands.
Drew came in then, scooping Gracie up for a hug and a tickle with his morning stubble. By the time he set her back down, Katy was demanding the same treatment. He looked at me questioningly and I nodded, indicating it would be fine. It seemed my boyfriend had at least captured all the children's hearts. I smiled inwardly at the thought. My boyfriend. I had a boyfriend.
At breakfast, Russ asked Drew if he could stay the weekend.
"I can stay today, but I'll have to leave tomorrow afternoon," he answered. "I've got work Monday morning."
It was the first time he'd mentioned work, but of course, he would have had a summer job. His college expenses were paid, but there was nothing extra for spending money, and he couldn't have a job during the school year because of his athletic obligations. Russ, though, was interested in what he was doing.
"It's nothing. My dad owns a little handyman business, and I help in the summers. He doesn't have to pay me as much as he pays other employees, so it gives him a break. I've got five younger brothers and sisters," he said, as if it explained everything.
"I see," said Russ. I thought he was disappointed in Drew's prospects, so I mentioned that he was hoping to be drafted by the NBA at the end of his senior year.
Russ smiled broadly at him. "Good luck, then," he said. "I'll even let you guys beat my Cowboys for that."
"Thanks," was the reply, Drew's voice dripping with irony.
Amber had been literally fidgeting in her seat, and I looked at her then, wondering if she had to go to the bathroom or something. She looked about to burst. I raised my eyebrow at her, and she took it for permission to speak, as if she needed that.
"Jane
y, I have something to tell you."
I looked around, curious that she'd chosen the breakfast table with all the family and hands looking on to tell me something. Why hadn't she waited for a more private moment? I waited expectantly.
"I'm going to UofU in September," she squealed. "Isn't that cool?"
My first reaction was dismay. Who would take care of Gracie…then I remembered I wasn't going back myself. I could take care of Grace and Ethan while Amber took her turn on campus. I smiled back at her, almost as happy for her as she was for herself.
"That is cool! Now I can pay you back for taking such good care of Gracie. I'll be happy to watch Ethan for you while you're gone."
Amber's eyes sparkled, and her grin turned mischievous. "Oh, Ethan's going with me. Grace, too." What?
Before I could protest, she bounced again and rushed to tell me the rest of her news. "We're both going to school, Janey. We can fix our schedules so someone's with the kids all the time."
I opened my mouth to protest that you couldn't have kids in a dorm when Russ intervened.
"Amber asked if it would be good business for me to buy a duplex for you girls to live in while you're going to college," he explained. "And it was a very astute question. I've arranged to pick up a foreclosure, a duplex with one three-bed unit and one two-bed. You girls will stay in the small side, and I'll be able to rent the other side to three boys. Even giving them a discount to help keep the lawn up, shovel snow for you and take care of any maintenance needs, it will more than make the payment. I predict that Amber may go into real estate."
I was thunderstruck. Here was a solution I never would have thought of, but Amber, who I thought of as the baby, had not only thought of it, but successfully pitched it to Russ. Without breathing a word of it to me. From the grin on Drew's face, I had the notion that maybe he'd been in on it, too.
When I finally got the whole story, it turned out that Russ had immediately decided to hire Drew's dad to renovate the duplex before time for us to move in. How he'd conveyed that to Drew without my knowledge while we were all sitting at the breakfast table was beyond my understanding, or maybe that whole discussion was an act for my benefit. I didn't know. What I knew was that it was a perfect solution, for Amber, for me and for my future with Drew. He was even talking about renting one of the rooms if the school would allow it under the terms of his room and board agreement.
~~~
The only thing left to do was to ask Drew if my idea of having him talk business with Russ was a good one. He'd beaten me to it, though. Somehow, Drew had already learned that Russ was an investor, and had asked him to give some pointers for what to do with an NBA salary besides squander it like other players, assuming he was drafted.
He and Russ spent most of the afternoon closeted in Russ's office. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall to hear what they talked about. I'd worm it out of Drew that evening, or if necessary, out of Russ after Drew left. I hated that he was leaving, now that we'd repaired our relationship. But it was imperative for him that he spend the summer earning money, and now he had a project to take back to his dad that sounded like it would help him get ahead.
I knew that Russ would spare no expense to make his investment nice, even though it might not be good business in the short run. That was just his nature, and besides, Amber and I would be living there, and even though his obligation to us as foster children was over, he continued to spoil us rotten.
When Drew finally emerged from Russ's office, Gracie was napping, so I pulled him outside for a walk. The now-neglected swimming pool was still covered despite the heat, and we left the sidewalk and the ugly cover behind as we strolled arm in arm.
"Did you get any good ideas?" I ventured.
"A few," he answered, grinning at me. I dug my elbow into his ribs. "Non-responsive answer, good one."
"Yeah, we talked about where to stash any money I didn't need for living expenses," he said, relenting. "A first-year rookie doesn't really make all that much money, less than two hundred thou, usually. I'll try to live modestly until after I'm a free agent. This assumes all that happens. At that point, I can count on a lot more. Meanwhile, if it doesn't happen, I'll have put away enough to start a small business and Russ said he'd back me if it comes to that. I guess an athlete with a 3.8 grade point average is worth betting on," he joked.
"Oh, Drew, I'm so glad! So, no matter what happens, you'll be okay, and you'll be able to take care of your family."
"That's what it looks like," he mused, staring into the hazy distance.
EPILOGUE
Eight months later
And so it went. Drew's season had been stellar so far, and we would know later that the team would go deep into the playoffs with him leading them. Amber and I developed a nice routine that left us both time to attend classes, pay attention to our kids, and have her do most of the cooking so we wouldn't be poisoned by my efforts. I did the laundry.
With Drew right next door, we had lots of fun in the evenings after his practice, and on weekends. Now, instead of going to Pancake Haus for the after-game get-together, everyone came to our house, and the party spilled from one unit to the other as if it were one big house, which I suppose it had been at one time.
Drew and I became closer and closer friends, with benefits of course. I'd worried about Amber's opinion at first, but when I screwed up my courage to ask her about it, she gave me a long-suffering look.
"Janey, give me some credit. I'm not a child."
"Yeah, bi-otch, she's not a child," chimed in Ri, who was a frequent visitor and had walked in without knocking. "What are we talking about?"
"Janey thinks I'm worried about her fucking Drew," Amber answered. My mouth dropped. When had she started talking like that? I turned to Ri with an accusation in my eyes.
"Don't look at me, she was talking that way before I met her, weren't you chica?" she asked Amber.
"I don't know. Hey, who wants a beer?"
I gave up, then. Amber was no longer a child, and besides, I had a hot date with Drew that night. It was Valentine's Day. I was going to tell him something very important tonight. I was going to tell him I was finally sure, that what I felt for him was love. Then we'd make love, and everything would be perfect—we would have weathered the anniversary of our worst disaster and made a new memory instead.
Drew had important news when he returned home, though, and it made the day even more special. He rushed in not long after Ri, and swooped me up in his arms to twirl me around.
"What's going on?" I asked when he set me down and I'd regained my breath.
"I just talked to a scout with the Utah Jazz," he almost shouted. "They're inviting me to a workshop after the playoffs. Janey, do you know what that means?"
"Um, that they're interested in you?" I asked, thinking I was missing something.
"YES! And if they draft me, I'll live right here, in Salt Lake! I won't have to go somewhere too far away from you and Gracie. Isn't that great?"
I heard 'won't have to go' and 'you and Gracie' and knew he'd said something far more important than he thought. He was thinking forever. I held the knowledge to me like a teddy bear. He already thought of us as a family, because he'd included Gracie. He'd been worried about leaving us behind.
I guessed he’d forgotten his desire to move to California right away. The knowledge made me love him even more. I was so happy for him, for the affirmation of his NBA hopes, and most of all that I was going to complete his happiness tonight when I told him.
I loved him, too. No matter what else happened, we were going to make a life together. I just knew it.
The End
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