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ight ahead of me, and I run faster when I see the lights on downstairs. Could she be okay? I dig in with my heels, pushing faster as I run to the house.

The back door is locked, and I beat on it with my fist, twisting the handle. “DREW!” I’m shouting at the top of my lungs. “DREW!”

A flurry of noise comes from inside, and I see a shadow running to the door. It flies open, and I stagger back, using my hands to wipe away the rain mixed with heat from my eyes. God, am I crying? My throat is raw from screaming her name.

“Gray?” Her eyes are wide, terrified, I’m sure, at the sight of me.

I don’t even hesitate. I can’t.

Rushing forward, I grab her to me, hugging her tiny body so close against mine. “Drew… Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

I’m breathing so hard, but my cheek is against hers. My nose is in her hair. I’m holding her to me, holding her body to mine like it’s the last thing on Earth. It’s the only thing I have to keep my broken self alive. I need to know she’s whole if only to keep putting one foot in front of the other.

“I’m okay.” Her small hands are on my waist. She reaches up to wrap her arms around my neck as I lift her off her feet. “Are you okay?”

“Drew.” I can’t stop saying her name. I’m shaking with adrenaline, and I might be a little crazy right now.

She’s safe in my arms, and it’s hitting me hard. I’ve needed to be in this place, holding her, since the day that truck exploded. Since before that truck exploded. Drew’s the only one who can heal my soul.

“It’s okay, Gray. I just skidded off the shoulder. A raccoon or something was in the road… Anyway, I’m not hurt. I’m okay.”

My arms are tight around her, and her fingers thread in my hair, stroking the pain away, holding me just as tightly as I’m holding her. I force my grip to relax. I try to let her go and step back, but the robe she’s wearing slips open.

She’s still in my arms, when I notice she’s completely nude underneath. Her perfect breasts, those perfect little nipples, strain at me. Her legs cross, and she’s every dream I’ve ever had standing right here. My erection is alive and straining in my pants.

I groan with the forces surging through my belly. “Drew.” It’s a broken noise. “You’re so beautiful.”

Her hair hangs in damp waves around her cheeks, and her crystal blue eyes sparkle with tears. She blinks, and one falls down her face. “I need you, Gray. I’ve needed you so long. Please don’t leave me again.”

My lips crash into hers with a low noise. She’s off her feet, and I carry her forward into the kitchen, pushing her ass onto the small table under the window.

Her hands are on me, moving just as fast, pulling at the hem of my shirt, jerking it higher until I pause to rip it off my body.

We both let out a low moan of satisfaction when our bare chests meet. Her soft breasts flatten against my hard body. It’s heaven.

“Drew…” The word escapes on a ragged whisper.

Her hands are on my cheeks, guiding my lips back to hers, which I hungrily take. I’m kissing her hard, pulling her lips with mine. She moans, and my erection aches. I need to be inside her. I need to feel her all around me.

Water drips off my hair onto her neck, onto her shoulders, I put my mouth on her beautiful skin and kiss, bite, suck.

“Yes,” she hisses as I move lower, taking a tight nipple into my mouth.

I flick my tongue back and forth over that hard little bud and her body rises up to meet mine.

“Gray, yes… please.” Her body undulates beneath mine like the rhythm of some primal music, and I feel her fingers pulling at my waistband.

My hands only leave her long enough to unfasten my wet jeans. I shove them down, low enough to allow my erection to spring free. Her cool fingers wrap around me, and she guides me to her core.

“Are you sure?” I groan, dying inside. If she says no, I don’t know how I’ll survive.

“Yes,” she moans.

Our mouths fuse together, tongues entwining as I push into her slippery core. It’s so hot and tight, gripping my dick. My hand slams onto the table. I break away with a low groan, sparks flashing behind my lids.

Her hands are on my ass, pulling me closer. Her pelvis bucks, and I rock my hips, thrusting harder, pumping faster. She moans, her fingernails scratching the skin of my hips, my thighs, as she pulls me, moving her body with mine, driving me deeper into her core.

“Drew…” It’s a desperate prayer.


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