“Do I smell bacon?” Yeah, that would work. He smiled, seeming to know her ploy of distraction.
“Yeah, I thought you’d be hungry after last night.” He winked at her and started to make her a plate.
“I can do that for myself,” she said, shooing him away.
“No, I like taking care of you, Karlie. You will just need to get used to me doing things for you.” She didn’t want to feel hopeful about what he just said. She didn’t want to read too much intotheir relationship or whatever this was that they were doing. But she couldn’t help but feel anything but hopeful about what he said to her. He wanted to take care of her. Karlie wrapped her arms around Drew’s waist and lay her head on his shoulder, pressing her front to his back.
“Mmm, baby, if you keep that up, we won’t be eating breakfast.” Her hands dipped lower, cupping his cock and rubbing him through his boxer briefs. “Baby,” he growled, turning to lift her to sit her ass on the kitchen table. He started kissing up her neck, standing between her spread legs. “Wrap your legs around me,” he said, taking her mouth—hard and fast, licking and nipping her lips. “Fuck, you’re not wearing underwear!” She smiled at his realization. He seemed to pick up speed, pulling down his boxers and sliding through her slick folds.
“This is better than breakfast anyway,” Karlie purred, as Drew lifted her T-shirt, exposing her breasts.
“Hell yeah, it is,” he agreed. “I love how rosy your nipples are, how hard they get when I fuck you.” He lapped one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently. She moaned, feeling his touch down into her core. He moved to her other nipple and gave it the same attention. She screamed out her orgasm, and he followed, growling into her neck, sucking and licking her breasts. She knew that he probably left a mark there, and a part of her liked his primal instinct to mark her. It made her feel like she was his.
∞
Drew helped her off the kitchen table after he cleaned her up. He had completely lost his fucking mind. All he could think around her was—mine. Yeah, she was his, and he just had to prove that to her. He’d fucked her like a dog in heat right on the kitchentable. Hell, he didn’t even let her have breakfast first. What the hell was wrong with him?
“How about we eat, baby? I know that you have to be hungry.” He was afraid to even look at her for fear that he’d be on top of her again. He couldn’t keep his hands off her.
“Mmm, that sounds great,” she said dreamily. “I am starving.” A knock at the door stopped him from making their plates.
“Shit, at this rate we’ll never eat,” he said, grimacing at her.
“How about I answer your door, and you keep piling food on my plate?” she asked, already on her way past him. She playfully slapped his ass and walked to his front door.
“Who the fuck are you?” the woman’s voice at the door screeched.
“Shit,” he grumbled, realizing who was talking to Karlie. He put down the plate and started for the door.
“I’m Karlie, Drew’s—” She didn’t get the chance to finish her sentence before Lisa interrupted her.
“Karlie who? And why are you wearing Drew’s T-shirt?” Lisa was in rare form today, and she seemed pissed.
“Lisa,” Drew hissed, “what the fuck are you doing here?” Lisa stepped back, holding her mouth as if Drew had slapped her. “Don’t be so dramatic, Lisa. I asked you a question. Why are you here?” His patience was quickly wearing thin.
“I just wanted to see what time you were picking me up for the wedding.” Lisa all but whispered her reply, keeping in character as the jilted ex-girlfriend.
Drew shook his head. “Lisa, we are not going to the wedding together. I never asked you to go with me. I am going with Karlie.”
Lisa turned her attention to Karlie; her expression was mean. “Karlie, as in Jenna’s sister?” Lisa’s eyes widened in understanding. “Oh, so you are duty-bound, as best man, to escort the bride’s sister to the wedding.” She slipped across the floor, cuddling up to Drew’s side, and Karlie cleared her throat.
“I am the bride’s sister,” Karlie all but growled at Lisa, “but I don’t need a pity escort to her wedding.” She walked over to stand by him and Lisa, who was still trying to climb him like a tree. This was not going to end well for him. He didn’t care what Lisa thought; he did care that she remembered that they were over and that he was with Karlie now. He didn’t like the sadness and suspicion on Karlie’s face. She looked pale and ready to burst into tears. He would never want to cause her pain—Drew would never do what Jake did to her. He needed to put a stop to Lisa’s game. Lisa hissed as he removed her, rather forcefully, from his body.
“What you need to understand, Lisa,” he said, “is that we are no longer together. We haven’t been together for a while now. You need to move on because I have.”
Lisa stepped back, glaring at Karlie. “Yes, I see that you have moved on. Seems your tastes have dropped some, darling.” He couldn’t help but look at Karlie, worried about her reaction to Lisa’s nasty comments. Karlie was looking down at her bare feet—hurt and upset by the whole scene. He wouldn’t let Lisa do that to her. Hell, he wouldn’t let anyone do that to her.
He stepped in front of Karlie, turning his back on Lisa. “Baby, look at me.” He lifted her chin and forced her to look him in theeyes. “Lisa’s wrong. She’s nothing.”
Lisa gasped from behind them. “Nothing,” she whispered. “Nothing? I’ll have you know that I have moved on, Drew Jackson. I don’t need you to take me to the stupid wedding. I already have a date and he’s everything you’re not.” Drew didn’t even bother to turn back around. He focused on Karlie and the pain he saw staring back at him in her eyes. How had this morning gone so wrong? Another few minutes passed, and then he heard Lisa’s heels clicking on her way out the door. She let it slam shut behind her, and he huffed out his breath. With Lisa’s craziness out of the way, he could concentrate on Karlie. She blew out the breath that she seemed to be holding and deflated right in front of him. He brushed her adorable bed hair out of her eyes and tucked the loose strands behind her ear.
“You okay, baby?” He waited her out when she didn’t answer. A few minutes passed before she turned and walked back into his kitchen. She started washing the dishes that now held their cold, uneaten breakfast. “Baby, please—” Standing behind her, Drew wrapped his arms around her middle. He kissed the top of her head and nuzzled her neck. “You don’t need to do the dishes,” he said. “Just leave them. We can go out for breakfast. Just leave it all,” he begged. “I just need to know that you’re okay, Karlie. Please tell me what you’re thinking.”
“I’m thinking that you were involved with that bitch. I am thinking that she didn’t know it was over between the two of you. Did you end it with her? Why did she think that you were taking her to the wedding? You made me feel like the other woman. I feel bad for her because I was her. I was the one who walked in to find her boyfriend and sister in bed together. That poor woman,” Karlie sobbed. He spun Karlie around, needing to see her face and look her in the eyes.
“We dated, had sex, and I broke it off with her long ago. It’s been almost a year, but she can’t accept the fact that it’s over. It never began. I never wanted what she wanted. I told her from the start that I didn’t want a relationship. She knew the score, but she wanted to change the rules. Baby, she was nothing, and I have no idea why she thought we were going to Jenna’s wedding together. Please, Karlie, I would never start anything with you if I was with anyone else. It’s just not who I am.” He bent to look eye level with her, silently pleading for her to believe him. He could see her thinking through everything that had just happened.
Finally, she nodded. “I know that you wouldn’t do that to me or her. I just—I guess I was just reminded of what happened to me and took it too far. I’m sorry.”
