Chapter 25
Drew
I sat in a pair of boxers with a beer in hand watching the game when someone knocked on the door. I ignored it. After what went down with Cici I wasn't in the mood for company at all. I just wanted to get drunk and ignore life for a while. So when the knocking continued, I turned the TV up. Maybe if I just drowned it out, I wouldn't feel bothered by whoever it was and want to pummel them until their brains leaked out their nostrils.
"Drew, I know you're in there. I can hear the TV. Answer the door."
The voice stopped me in my tracks, even as I held the remote up to continue pushing the volume louder. It was her--here to see me at my own house. But why? She'd made it painfully clear she was done, and while there was still a fire in me to never say die and chase her down, I was at a low point.
Still, when she called my name again, I scrambled. I shut the TV off and grabbed my pair of shorts, strewn over the end of my couch. The place was savage, looking like a tornado had ripped through and left empty pizza boxes and beer bottles in its wake. I'd sent the maid away three times, just to be alone, and the apartment was evidence of my depression. I didn't care. She was here and I was being given a gift from the heavens. I raced to the door and jerked it open.
"Drew..." Cici stood with her lower lip worried between her teeth and her dark green jacked draped over her arm. Her eyes looked me up and down and she said, "Can I come in?"
"Uh, yeah, yes... Uh, come in," I told her, stepping to the side. She walked past me smoothly, her eyes scanning my messy bachelor pad. "Fuck, I'm sorry." My cheeks burned as I raced around, picking up the more grotesque things I'd left lying, like a plate with a half-eaten, moldy crust and a near-empty dipping sauce container on it.
She sighed, probably totally turned off by my filth, and I winced at her frown. If I'd have known she was coming this place would've been spotless, draped in roses and diamonds and ready for her. But I had no clue. I thought she had sent me packing for good.
"Can you stop?" she asked, but my brain was frazzled. I swept around the room snatching up my dirty laundry and panicking. It was the only distraction I had from the way I felt. Overwhelmed. I'd never felt this way about anyone in my life. For a while I thought I was incapable of it, like a fucking sociopath or something, but here I was helplessly in love with her, and I didn't know why she was here.
"Drew!"
I froze, arms loaded with my belongings and staring at her with eyes wide open. "I'm sorry."
"Can I talk?" she asked, and then she set her purse and jacket down on the leather recliner near the door. I swallowed hard and put the armload of things I had in hand onto my dining table and gestured at the couch.
Cici grimaced as she sat down, perching on the edge as if afraid something would crawl out of my sofa and bite her. I wouldn't be surprised if I had a rodent or two now that I'd really let things go. I sank into the cushion beside her and sighed, then ran a hand through my hair.
"I know what you're going to say. Why you're here..."
"You do?" she asked and chuckled. "I don't think so."
I met her gaze as her lips curled into a smile. "Drew, thank you for the flowers. When you left I had a good think..."
God she was so fucking beautiful. She really took my breath way when she smiled, and I had been so foolish to never appreciate that. I slid off the couch and dropped to my knees, crawling the few inches between myself and her and taking her hands.
"Cici, I will literally grovel until I suffocate, walk across hot coals, whatever it takes. You have to believe me when I say I'm sorry and I love you."
She bristled as I said the word love, but she didn't pull away. She pressed her eyes shut, then rolled her lips together and licked them, then opened her eyes and looked at me.
"I think you're the most irritating and infuriating man I've ever met. You've mocked me, bossed me around, made fun of me, pranked me, and broke my heart." I saw tears welling up in her eyes and felt like the biggest asshole on the planet.
"But..." I said, hoping there was really a but in there. That she wasn't just here to rub my face in it.
"But, I love you, Drew. I have for a very long time. I can't stay mad at you. I can't get you out of my head, and my god, that sex in the cabin was incredible and--"
I never let her finish her words. I had to dive in and kiss her before she changed her mind. My hands gripped each side of her head as I pulled her in and covered her mouth with mine. Our tongues twirled together in a feverish dance, and I fought back tears. She was here, and she told me she loved me, and nothing could ever keep me away from her again. I pulled back slightly, "I'll never hurt you again, I swear. I've learned my lesson. No more pranks, no more mocking, just Drew 2.0. If you'll have me, of course."
She smiled and looked at me with the same fire I'd seen in that cabin when she tried to keep me out of that bedroom. "Drew 2.0? Really? That sounds like an app update," she said with an eye roll and a chuckle.
"Yeah, the kind that comes with all new features and bug fixes," I joked, relieved the tension between us had dissipated. I pressed my lips to hers again, and this time she really kissed me back. Her hands rested on my shoulders, then slipped up into my hair, and I moved closer, nestling between her knees. The damn skirt kept her from really opening to me though, and I growled in frustration. I wanted her, to be inside of her, to make this thing permanent.
"We have a lot to talk about, but I'm sick of letting my brother get in my head and make me doubt myself." She sighed and rested her forehead on mine. "Drew, my heart is really fragile. I don't want to be hurt again. I'm not just a plaything you can toss away if you get bored. I really care about you, and I don't want to do this if you're not serious."
I gripped her head more tightly and kissed her hard again, then returned to rest my forehead on hers. Every single time I ever hurt her flashed through my head in a split second. The stupid pranks, telling her to not act childish, belittling her ability to be professional, and most recently refusing her a ride after I got offended by a simple comment she made.
"Old habits die hard, Cici. But I do love you." I pulled back and looked her right in the eye. "And if I ever say or do something to hurt you, I need you to know it's not intentional. You call me on my bullshit. You force me to grow up and learn to love you the right way, because that's all I really want."
With tears welling up, she bit her lip again and nodded.
"Cici, I want--"
She stopped my words with her finger at my lips, then she leaned backward and unbuttoned her blouse. I couldn't believe her boldness, but I wasn't going to stop her. She grabbed my hand and guided it to her lace-covered breast, and I'd never felt anything so soft. I groaned as my palm covered it, squeezing gently, teasing her nipple through the fabric.
My cock throbbed in my shorts, desperate for her touch, but this was about her. She needed to know I wasn't the selfish jerk she had experienced. "Cici, we don't have to--"
"Shut up before I change my mind," she snapped, pulling me in for another kiss. My hands slid down her sides to her dark green skirt, and around to the small of her back where I found the zipper. In one smooth motion, I had the material pooled at her ankles, baring her from the waist down completely. Her lace panties were damp, and I couldn't resist leaning down to breathe in her scent. Cici moaned as my tongue found her hard nub, and she dug her nails into my hair as she lifted a leg, giving me room to work.
"Fuck, I want you so bad," I growled, pinching her clit between my lips before sucking. I felt her moving about, then the light brush of her shirt as it slid across my back and to the floor.
When I looked up she was naked, eyes hazed over in lust. My tongue greedily lapped at her moisture, swirling and sucking her clit. She tasted better than I remembered, and better still knowing she was mine now, no more games.
"Drew," she panted, her hands in my hair again as she rolled her head back and arched her body to meet me. "Oh fuck, Drew," she moaned as I slipped a finger inside of her, then a second. Her walls were tight, wet and so hot around my digits. As I added a third, she screamed out, "Yes, right there!"
I loved how responsive she was, how much she craved my touch. I wanted to make up for what I'd done, and this was as good a place to start as any. I made sure to hit that sweet spot inside of her with every thrust and she shuddered, her body clenching my fingers. She moaned as her orgasm barreled over her. I lapped up every drop she had to offer, reveling in her unique taste and scent. Her body convulsed and spasmed, and I moaned against her mound as she bucked against my face.
When she calmed, I wiped my face. I couldn't wait any longer. Sliding my fingers out, I stood and freed myself from my shorts. My dick sprang up, standing hard for her. She quivered with her eyes shut, enjoying the hormone surge still pumping through her as I dropped back to my knees between her thighs. I gripped her hips, pulling her toward me. Cici spread her legs wider, revealing her drenched sex to me, and I placed the head of my shaft against her entrance. Her response was a moan as she rocked back against me, impaling herself on me inch by inch.
"Oh fuck," we both groaned as our bodies connected, heat to heat, and I couldn't help but to thrust hard, burying myself balls deep inside her tight space. She met me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back as she cried out in pleasure.
I cupped her ass as I pounded into her, loving the feel of her wetness enveloping me, milking me with each downward stroke. I wanted to make this last, but it'd been too long and I felt myself on the edge already. "God, Cici," I panted against her neck, my hips slamming into hers. "I'm gonna..."