Love Drunk (Love Me Duet 1)

I don’t understand his words, but it’s gone the minute we enter his home and his hands are on my hips as he pushes me against the wall. My bag drops on the floor as my legs wind around his waist.

“Sex is what we do,” I say into his ear.

He tears open my shirt and grinds against me on the wall. I’m wet. He’s making me wetter. I want him, but my jeans and his pants are between us, and I really should shut up so we can get naked faster.

“What if I want more?”

He stops at my words.

Damn! Should have taken my own advice and kept my mouth shut.

He holds me in place, his lips leaving my collarbone to look at me. He never misses a beat, always full attention. Even when I don’t want it.

“We discussed this, Everly.” He starts to walk with me still wrapped around him to his room. The door’s already open and I stare at him as he places me on the bed then proceeds to kick off his shoes followed by his pants.

“We can talk after.”

He shakes his head, now fully naked and hard.

I pull my jeans off so I’m naked too.

“No. We can talk now. Make it quick.”

“I want more. I don’t think I can do this anymore. I haven’t done this before, and I want more. I’m a relationship type of girl. Give me a relationship, Gunner.”

He sighs loudly. “What’s involved?”

“You want to negotiate what’s involved to see if you accept?”

My heart flutters. I like the fact he’s even considering it.

“Yes, Everly. Now hurry, my cock eagerly wants your pussy.”

“I want calls. Text messages when you aren’t coming over. I want to know it’s only me. I want to meet your family.”

He stops me. “You have. My father and mother are dead.”

Shit! Didn’t expect that.

“I want you to meet mine,” I say in a quieter voice, afraid of what he will say.

“Eventually. Is that all?”

“For now.”

“I accept. Now spread your legs.”

I smile, doing exactly as he asks.

11

To be consumed by someone who doesn’t know they’re consuming you is a whole new level of sexiness. I get lost in all things Gunner. So much so that I take Friday off work and do nothing but spend it in bed with him. Let me clarify, we do nothing but have a whole lot of sex. But other than that, nothing. He touches me when he needs me, and I fall a little bit more down that hole that is him each and every time. He’s not affectionate in the slightest, but when his hand roams down my back or pulls my hair, I know I’m the only woman he does that to, and somehow that’s empowering. That somehow, I’m the only woman who he has let in this far.

I like it.

I’m falling for him.

I can’t help it.

How can that happen this fast?

Maybe May’s right.

I shake my head and get out of bed. He’s currently still naked doing work on his phone. I smile when I look down at him as I try to find my jeans and where my phone should be.

“I don’t take days off,” I say to him, not able to help the smile on my face. “You make me do crazy things, Gunner Reid.”

He places his phone down and looks at me. “You haven’t seen the start of it yet.”

I put my jeans to the side and place my hand on him.

“Your tits bounced then just like they did when I fucked you this morning.” His eyes fall to my breasts then back up to my eyes. “Do you want to be fucked again, Everly?”

Temptation.

At its best.

“I want to talk about you meeting my parents. Can that happen?”

“We discussed this last night. Yes. Eventually.”

“I want sooner.”

He groans, sitting up and reaching for his clothes. I watch as he pulls each pant leg on then stands.

Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut longer? Probably.

“We all want things we can’t have. It’s part of the world we live in. Which I am guessing you aren’t accustomed to.”

“What’s that meant to mean?” I say accusingly.

“You come from money, Everly. When was the last time you had to go into a bank and ask for a loan? Save all your pennies to get something you desperately want?” He says it with such disdain in his voice.

Reaching for a towel that’s on the floor I cover my body, wrapping it around my waist so I’m not naked.

“You,” I spit. “Fuck you. You know nothing about me. Yes, my father has money. Yes, he gave me the money for my café, but he didn’t want to, and I plan to pay him back. I work hard, Gunner. I’m at that café every day, apart from today, which is obviously because of you. So, if you will excuse me, I’m gladly going to fuck off right now.” Reaching for my discarded clothes I pull them on and quickly dress, checking my phone. I have several missed calls from May who probably wants to finish our conversation. I don’t want to tell her she’s right, that would be painful, but right now she is.