Drew grinned then dipped his head, taking my nipple in his mouth. My back arched as his tongue tormented me, flicking over the sensitive bud, his hands refusing to let an inch of my skin remain untouched. I bit my lip, holding in a moan.
“What time will you be there?” Mum asked.
Any freaking second!
“Erm, can I... ring you back later? I... I have to go.”
As I ended the call, Drew gave an evil laugh, trailing kisses down my stomach. “Something wrong, Ells?”
I raked my fingers through his hair, pressing against him. “You’re so going to pay for this later.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He grinned again, and I pulled him up to me to kiss him when a banging knock split the silence. Our bubble of horniness burst with a nearly audible pop and we both froze, eyes wide.
“What should we do?” I asked, carefully untangling myself from Drew to sit up. My head spun at the speed I was ripped from bliss to reality.
It had to be Jason. Drew sat up too, blinking a few times. “I guess we should answer.”
“But he’ll know you stayed the night and we-”
“Ellie, calm down. We’ve got nothing to feel guilty about.”
Right. I was an adult, and yes, I was allowed to have sex with my boyfriend. But it was about more than that. We had plenty to feel guilty about.
We scrambled into our clothes, neither of us speaking. From the loudness of his persistent knock, Jason obviously hadn’t calmed down overnight. With an apprehensive glance at Drew, I took a deep breath and opened the door.
Jason leaned against the door frame, his clothes crumpled, and his multi-coloured hair tangled and ratty. When he spotted Drew over my shoulder, he straightened up. “Should have known you’d be here.”
“Jason, have you been to bed?”
“I want to talk to you. But I don’t want him here.”
Although his voice sounded calm, there was an edge that made me uncomfortable. Drew protectively wr
apped his arm around me from behind. My body, still half asleep and desperate to be alone with him again, shivered at his touch and I gave myself a swift inward reminder now was not the time. I didn’t need to look at Drew to know his eyes were fixed on Jason, defensive and prepared for a fight.
We never should have left him. We should have aired all this right away instead of letting him get worked up.
The joys of hindsight.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Drew told him.
“Ellie.”
I’d never been able to ignore Jason’s pleading look. It wasn’t fair to pull that trick out of the bag. Not now. He hadn’t used it in years, hadn’t needed to. It was reserved for when he’d really messed up and I was about to lose my last shred of patience with him. This was different. It was a test, and I wasn’t interested in playing his game.
“Jason, please. Don’t.”
“Don’t what? I want to talk. To you.”
“I’m not leaving Ellie alone with you while you’re angry,” Drew said. “You can come in and talk to both of us or you can leave. It’s up to you.”
Jason switched his gaze from me to Drew. “She doesn’t need you to speak for her.”
“Stop!” I held up my hands, hoping to defuse their argument before it started. “It’s too early for this. Jason, go get a coffee and give us chance to wake up. We’ll meet you in an hour, and-”
“No.” Jason’s jaw set. “I want to do this now, and he needs to go. Or I can talk to the reporters downstairs who can’t wait to find out exactly what happened here last night.”