Page 64 of Fearlessly Us

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

DREW

You want to try that again, Pretty Boy?

I may be half out of my mind with the need to strip off my boxers and bury myself inside her, but the image of a naked Caitlin straddling me on her knees, that wicked smirk on her face as she holds herself above me, has a kind of joy filling my chest. She’s comfortable in this moment, I can’t help but think. Stripped literally bare, the flush of back-to-back orgasms on her cheeks and gray eyes dancing with humor and fun, she’s looking at me like I’m important. Like this moment between us is a monumental sort of thing.

And it is.

Big.

Enormous.

Life changing, if I can let it be so.

I hope I can because god, I want her. In my heart and in my bed and in my life and any goddamn place I can get her in a way I’ve never wanted anyone or anything before.

With a grin, because it turns out the potentially life-changing can also be so much fucking fun, I slide a hand up her thigh, fingers teasing over her clit until she lets out a soft, breathy moan, hands coming down to my chest to steady herself. “I bet I can make you scream again right now, you on top of me and my fingers on your clit, rubbing you so good until you come all over me.”

“Fuck,” she mutters, nails digging into my skin when I increase the pressure of my fingers. “I probably did scream. How do you know how to do this?”

I hear the question and understand what she’s really asking. What is this? How can you make me feel this way when I never have before? And I get it. Sex is complicated for her because of what she’s been through with her body, and I understand what a gift it is that she’s letting herself be here with me like this. That she’s trusting me to give her pleasure when the only person she’s really trusted with her body is herself, and sometimes not even that.

With my eyes on hers, I sink a finger inside her slowly. “Because I watch you.” I curl that finger to reach the spot I know sent her flying before and watch as her eyes go blurry, more color rushing to her cheeks as she bites her lower lip to stifle whatever noise she was about to make. “Because I pay attention to you. What you want. What you need. All I want to do is make you feel good, Caitlin. Make you feel so good you’ll forget about any time you didn’t.” Reaching up, I free her lip from her teeth, running my thumb over the tiny divots as I curl my finger just a little deeper and watch as she gasps. “Don’t hide your sounds from me, baby. Let me hear all of them. Every single one.”

Caitlin drops her head back on a whimper, golden-brown waves streaming down her back as she starts to ride my hand, tits bouncing with every needy, unabashed movement. I swear to god I’ve never been so hard in my entire goddamn life and I want to be inside her more than I want to breathe, but I also want to stay just like this, making her come in every conceivable way until she’s wrung out, and then I want to do it all over again a million more times.

I’ve never considered permanence—didn’t think I was capable of it or could trust myself or anyone else to stay for anything even close to forever. But lying on Caitlin’s bed with her rising above me, naked and gorgeous and looking like my wildest dream come true, I see a life I didn’t know I wanted. A future that could maybe one day be mine, if I’m brave enough to grab hold of it and never let go.

“Feels so good,” she says on a moan, grinding down harder on my hand. “Fuck, Drew, don’t stop.”

“Never,” I murmur, pulling my finger out of her and pressing back in with two, my thumb stroking her clit as my free hand grips her hip, helping her move over me as her hips start to stutter. “Let me see it, Catie. All over my fingers, baby. Give me what’s mine.”

I watch as she comes undone, lips parted on a long, low moan and eyes glassy with pleasure as her release coats my hand, and I’ve never seen anything more perfect in my life. I stick with her until her tremors subside and she collapses on top of me, hot breath skating over my neck.

“Holy shit,” she mutters, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “Three times, what the fuck?”

Chuckling, I press a kiss to her hair and run a hand up and down her back. “We’re just getting started, Princess. You’ve got at least a couple more in you.”

She laughs a little breathlessly. “I’m not so sure about that. I don’t know if I can.”

Gliding my hands up her back, I cup her face and lift her head so she’s looking at me. “You can. You will. If you want to. Everything you want, Catie. Nothing you don’t.”

I see the emotion swim into her eyes as I repeat my words from before and she sits up, tracing her fingers over my tattoo. “What does it mean?” she asks, and I understand she isn’t changing the subject, but rather giving herself time to think. “Is it your only one?”

I nod, stroking a thumb over the soft skin of her hip. “It’s a triskelion. One of the ancient Celtic signs of brotherhood. Cam and I got them the summer after we were drafted to the Renegades, right before mini-camp.”

Caitlin smiles a little, fingers still tracing over the triple spirals. “You inked your friendship with him on your body to make it permanent when barely anything in your life ever had been before. Your only permanent mark.”

“Yeah,” I say, voice rough, because of course she would see that. Understand it. Understand me. “He thought it was a fun way to fuck around and blow off some steam before we officially joined the team, and I let him think that’s what it was to me too, but it wasn’t. For me, it was…” I trail off, not knowing how to finish that sentence.

“More,” she says quietly, her eyes coming back to mine full of understanding and something else that makes my blood heat. My cock jerks between us. “For you, it meant more.” She looks down at the bulge in my boxers right above where she sits, running a finger over it and smiling at the needy whimper that falls from my lips. Sitting up on her knees, she curls her fingers in my waistband and tugs. I lift my hips to help her drag my boxers off and watch as her eyes go wide, her breath catching on a gasp.

“Holy shit,” she mutters. “That is a big fucking dick.”

I bark out a laugh that ends on a strangled groan when she wraps her hand around me, giving me a firm stroke that has me seeing stars. I cover her hand with mine, helping her jack me slowly. “It’s exactly the right size for you. It’ll fit perfectly.”

She looks at me, a hint of nerves in her gaze. “That can’t possibly be true.”