Page 89 of Fearlessly Us

Avery’s voice yanks us both out of our lust haze, and I blink with the effort of pulling myself back to the moment and my mind out of a place that involves a bed and tangled sheets and moans and pants and whispered confessions in the dark.

“What?” Drew asks, his voice a little breathy, like he’s having trouble coming back to earth too, and something about that delights me.

“The costumes,” Avery says slowly with a what the fuck is wrong with you tone in her voice, giving him the kind of attitude-filled eyeroll only a seventeen-year-old girl can properly muster. “You have like six of them, but there are only three of us and I already have a costume.”

Drew reaches out and takes my hand like he needs the connection to steady himself after whatever that just was and turns to Avery, pasting on an easy expression. “You said your crew was decimated by the flu, so I called in some reinforcements.”

Avery narrows her eyes at him. “What kind of reinforcements?”

The words are barely out of her mouth when three cars turn into the lot and aim right for us, parking in the spots next to Drew’s truck. All the doors open, and in an instant, what looks like half the Renegades roster and assorted other people pile out.

“Please tell me no one claimed Buzz Lightyear yet!” Tyler comes bounding over to us with a grin. “His costume is so fucking cool. I need it. Hey, Cait.” He wraps an arm around me and squeezes, and if he’s surprised to see me here, he definitely doesn’t show it.

“I really think I should get to be Buzz Lightyear.” Cam saunters over, hands in his pockets, giving Tyler a once-over. “You’re way more Slinky Dog than courageous and loyal space ranger.”

“You brought your football team?” Avery’s eyes are wide as she looks between Tyler and Cam, then to the rest of the enormous men standing around debating which Toy Story character is their most authentic personality. “To my school trunk-or-treat?”

Drew shrugs like it’s no big deal that a bunch of the most famous athletes in the city are now milling around the parking lot laughing and joking and generally acting like overgrown versions of the kids we’re about to hand out candy to. “You said you needed help. I brought help. Hey, guys?” The note of hesitation in Drew’s voice has Tyler and Cam immediately turning to flank him, as the rest of the players give him their full attention. “This is my…um…” He looks at Avery and then back at his friends, hesitating like he’s not sure what to call her.

“His sister,” Avery says, voice confident and sure, and a wave of emotion crosses Drew’s expression. Settles there, and he grips my hand even tighter.

If Tyler and Cam are surprised to meet a sister Drew’s never mentioned and who they didn’t know existed until this very second, they don’t show it. They greet her like she’s their own, gushing over the replica of Andy’s room she and her friends recreated in one of their trunks, and donning the costumes Drew brought with enthusiasm and downright glee.

In the midst of the chaos, Drew finds me, sliding his arms around my shoulders and tugging my body to his, burying his face in my hair. “I really love this day,” he says, his voice thick with feeling.

I really love you.

Resting my head on his chest, I listen to the strong beat of his heart, feeling the matching rhythm in my own. “It’s a really good day.”

Drew lets out a happy little sigh, pulling me closer. “Every day I get to be with you is a really good day.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

DREW

“God, you smell good.” I groan, burying my nose in Caitlin’s hair as I reach around her to unlock my front door. Except before I can get the key in, I get distracted pressing kisses to her temple, her cheek, sliding my lips over her jaw and gathering her hair up, draping it over one shoulder so I can dot kisses down her neck, sucking on the spot behind her ear that has her gasping and rocking back into me. I hiss as my cock slides between her ass cheeks through the fabric of her pants and then roll my hips forward to do it again, going a little lightheaded at the electricity that sparks under my skin. “Need you. Need you so fucking badly.”

“Inside,” Caitlin mumbles, bringing a hand up behind her to wrap around my neck, tilting her head to the side to give me better access. “Unless you want your neighbors to get a show.”

“Shit,” I mutter, shoving the key in the lock and turning it, kicking the door open and walking her inside with my chest pressed to her back and then slamming the door shut behind us. “No. No one gets to see you but me.”

Caitlin spins around and stands on her tiptoes, wrapping her arms around my neck and bringing her mouth to mine. The kiss is deep and slow, wet and a little filthy, and for a few minutes we’re all panting breaths and moans and clashing teeth and tongues and bodies rolling in sync, easing closer until all the space between us is erased. “I like possessive Drew,” she says with a gasp when I nip at her bottom lip and dart my tongue out to lick the spot. “I think possessive Drew might be my favorite Drew.”

Leaning in again, I ghost my lips over hers, my hands sliding down to squeeze and knead her ass, cursing the layers of clothing between us. “I think every Caitlin is my favorite Caitlin.” Grinning against her lips, I test a theory I’ve been considering for a few weeks, bringing one of my hands down on her ass in a smack that reverberates around the room, my grin spreading even wider when she moans, her hands tightening around my neck and her hips pushing backwards like she’s seeking out my hand again.

“I fucking knew it,” I drawl, smacking the other side just a little harder and chuckling when she shivers. “Caitlin Parker likes to be spanked.” I lick a path up her neck and graze my teeth over her jaw, tasting the salty sweetness of her skin and her, and everything about it has me entranced. Obsessed. On my metaphorical knees for her. And I hope soon on my actual knees because I want to worship every damn inch of her. “You’re the best kind of perfect, aren’t you baby? No part of you wants to be in control. Not here. Not like this. You’re messy and needy and you want to be a good girl for me and do exactly what I tell you.”

“God, yes.” She moans when I slide my hands up and push them back down into her waistband, cupping her ass then dipping lower, gliding my fingers through her crack, over the strip of lace from her thong that rests there. I put the slightest pressure on her tight hole, and when she sucks in a breath that ends on a gasp, every drop of blood in my body drains directly to my dick. “I want to do all of that.” Tilting her head back, she locks eyes with me, and when she cants her hips forward, I have to bite back a moan of my own. “I especially want you to spank me again and touch me again like you just did.” She bites down on her bottom lip, and it’s so sexy I could actually die. “This time when I’m naked.”

My brain momentarily shorts out at her words, giving Caitlin time to kick off her shoes and spin away from me, dashing up the stairs. By the time I find her in the bathroom, she has her sweater off, hair tie yanked out, her hair spilling over her shoulders. The contrast of her midnight-blue lace bra and golden-brown waves against her creamy skin has me two seconds from dropping to my knees right on the bathroom floor and begging her for the forever I’ve never considered with anyone else but it’s all I want with her.

“I need a shower,” Caitlin says, pushing her pants down to the floor, revealing the matching lace thong I just had my hands all over, and this time I do let out a whimper because fucking hell, she’s beautiful. Perfect. Mine. And I know she knows exactly what I’m thinking because she smirks at me, leaning in to flip on the water. “Thought you might want to join me.”

If there’s a world record for undressing, I definitely beat it, because in a fraction of a second my clothes are in a heap on the floor and I’m backing Caitlin into the shower, unsnapping her bra and shoving her thong down her legs on the way.

“Do I fucking ever,” I say, pushing her against the tile wall and devouring her mouth. Steam fills the shower, and our slick bodies slide against each other, pressing closer as I wedge a thigh between her legs, groaning when she grinds down on me as I shove my fingers into her hair, angling her head back to take the kiss deeper. “You in here with me, all wet and needy and already moaning even though I’ve barely even touched you? It’s a fucking dream.”

I slide my lips down her throat, my hands coasting down her sides and back up again, gliding over her ribs and around to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples and chuckling against her lips when a gasp tears from her throat. “My best dream ever,” I whisper over the pounding of the shower. The only good dream I’ve ever had, I think, before shoving away the thoughts of what happens to my brain alone in the darkness of night and taking her lips again, teasing them open for me. I bring a hand to her throat, holding her there lightly while I kiss her, pouring everything I have into it as her taste invades my senses.