Hothead (Irresistible 4)

“Let’s go,” I murmured, repeating myself when he wouldn’t stop glaring at Mike.

His broad shoulders were rigid, and I could feel every muscle in his torso tensed and ready to launch into go mode. I would’ve been flattered by his fury on my behalf, but I was too ready to get the hell out of this place. By now, it was just Drew, me, Mike and a sniffling Hillary standing by the door.

“Look, I deserve a chance to explain myself,” Mike broke the silence.

“If you really believe that, you’re a bigger idiot than I thought,” I snapped.

“Just le

t me talk to you alone for a – ”

“Watch it,” Drew growled the second Mike reached for my arm. I didn’t know when it happened, but he was suddenly standing in front of me. “Read the room, asshole. No one here has any interest in hearing you beg, so save your own breath and go the fuck home.”

“I’ve known this girl for way longer than you have,” Mike snarled, making me want to roll my eyes out of my head. “And I want to talk to her privately.”

“You’re not going to get to,” I retorted.

“Yeah well, I’m not going fucking anywhere till I get a chance to.”

“Suit yourself.”

The words came from Drew before he pulled me into the bedroom and slammed the door in Mike’s face.

“What are you doing?” I hissed. “Let’s just go home. I know he’s not going to leave!”

“Good,” Drew muttered. “He made you watch him and Hillary all night, so I’m going to make him listen.”

“To what?”

“Me fucking you.”

My eyes fluttered wide. Tingles of mischief darted across my skin as Drew closed what little gap there was between us.

“But you’re not fucking me,” I whispered.

“Trust me, I’m aware of that.” My breath caught in my throat as he pushed me up against the door. “But I want him to think I am right now. I want to think I have you pinned here with my hand up your skirt and my cock teasing your pussy,” he muttered, thrusting his body against mine and rattling the door behind me. “I want him to know how loud I can make you moan.”

“I can’t fake moans very well,” I breathed as Drew kissed and nipped along my jaw. “So you might have to help me out a little.”

He gave a low, rumbling laugh against my neck.

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” he murmured, his warm, rough tongue nuzzling me for several more seconds before he sank to a kneel in front of me.

I swallowed as I watched Drew assess my legs, smoothing a hand up the side of my thigh as he tilted his head to look under my skirt.

“Hold it up for me.”

“What?”

“Your skirt. Lift it,” Drew said firmly. “Just like that. Now hold it there,” he muttered, wetting his lips when I flashed him my mesh and lace panties. They were black but they were sheer and in my heels, my pussy was right at his eye level, making me feel completely naked despite the fact that I wasn’t.

Yet.

But I did feel vulnerable as all hell just standing there, especially with Drew tormenting me. He was taking his sweet time, sending a million little tingles over my skin as he rubbed his hands up and down the backs of my thighs, gazing lustily between my bare legs.

“Drew,” I exhaled pleadingly. My short, jagged breaths had the door vibrating behind my back, shivering with me in its frame as I simply waited to be touched.

The second he kissed me over my panties, I let out a soft moan.