Chapter 27

KATE.
I woke up to Drew trailing kisses down my body.
I smiled, but my eyes remained closed. I didn't want to open them just yet. I wanted to enjoy this moment a little bit longer.
He kissed the exposed area above my boobs.
My breaths hitched when his mouth opened. He swirled his tongue on the spot and sucked on it lightly. He blew on the spot and I felt goosebumps break out on my body.
"I know you're awake. " he said all of a sudden.
I sighed, blowing an exasperated breath through my lips. "You couldn't just let me get away with this, could you? "
He moved slightly, his head appearing above the duvet. "I've been waiting for you to get up. "
His hair was deliciously disheveled, the strands going every which way. He had the best sleep head, I swear. His eyes were low lidded and they'd never looked so sexy.
"Why'd you stop kissing me? " I pouted.
"I knew it would get you to open your eyes. "
"Why? "
"I've been up for so long. I couldn't sleep. " he said matter of fact.
I raised my hand from under the covers and ran my hands through his hair, watching as the strands rose and fell between my fingers. He leaned his head into my touch, his eyes falling closed as a soft breath escaped his lips.
"Insomnia? " I asked even though I didn't believe that shit for one second.
I believed it was all an excuse. I believed something had happened to him, somewhere along his life that caused him to crash and focus all his attention on work as a means of escaping reality. I didn't know what it was or when. But I was sure of that. He'd given his all into work, so much so, that sometimes he'd rather work than sleep.
"Well there's that. " he smiled briefly, "Mostly, I just kept thinking this was all a dream. That I'd wake up and you wouldn't be here anymore. I kept feeling like if I closed my eyes, you'd disappear. "
Oh, my poor baby. My heart hurt for him.
I'd been so caught up in myself for the past few weeks, I hadn't actually thought of how the break up might have been affecting him. Especially now that I'd found out that he'd broken up with me only to keep me safe.
Speaking of, that was crazy as hell. And so fucked up. I never once thought that Rutledge senior even gave a flying fuck about my existence, not to talk of him taking it as far as going after my life.
And all because of a hatred for your son? Fucked up on so many levels. What kind of thing, on this earth, could cause a man to hate his own son as much as this? To the extent that he'd want to kill his son's girlfriend? I still couldn't fully wrap my head around it.
Drew's dad had failed him. From the way he'd interacted with him that day at the restaurant when we'd run into them, I figured he wasn't too close with his mother too. Somehow, I doubted Drew was close to his brother too. He must feel so alone. Maybe that's why he took his work so personal.
I rolled over, taking him by surprise as I straddled him. His eyes widened but his hands came to land on my waist nonetheless.
"I like where this is going. " he murmured. His hands spanned the length of my waist completely and his thumb stroked up and down on my stomach. "You're so small. " he sounded like he was in awe, his gaze fixed on the movement of his thumb.
"Then it's a good thing you have an infatuation for small women. " I leaned down, placing my hands on his chest. His bare chest.
Yep. Drew Rutledge slept naked. Who could've known?
"I don't have an infatuation for small women. I have an infatuation with you. " he corrected me.
"Well, I'm a lucky woman. "
I leaned closer even and pressed my lips to his soft, firmer ones. He gave a low groan, his hands tightening on my waist to an almost painful state.
I loved this. Craved it. I loved how he couldn't seem to control himself with me. It gave me a heady feeling and it gave me a good sense of female satisfaction.
His mouth opened and he pushed his tongue against my lips. I parted them eagerly, and moaned at the spark of electricity that shot through me when his tongue touched mine.
He bit on my lower lip, something I noticed he liked to do whenever we were kissing. I didn't know why; didn't bother to ask him.
I wrenched my mouth away from his to tell him something he needed to know. "I'm not going to leave you, Drew. You're going to have to get used to that. You're definitely going to push me away with your hot and cold attitude, but I'll always come back. I'll stay. " I pecked him on the lips. "I want you to know that. "
"Oh fuck. " he pushed out on a breath, his eyes fluttering closed, "I don't deserve you. "
"I'm here anyway. So, start feeling like you do, Mr. Rutledge. "
He stared at me silently. I yelped when he pulled me to him, resuming the kiss with a ferociousness that shocked even me. My words must have done something to him because I felt a lot of things in that one kiss.
I felt awe, I felt admiration, fear, joy, confusion, and above all, a strong want. Or maybe need.
I returned the kiss at the same frequency because I wanted him to know I felt the same way too. He was special to me.
I felt a sudden vibration beneath me, moving and growing gradually. I was just about to pull away and check what it was when a loud, tortured groan fell from his mouth.
"You're driving me fucking insane, Kate. " he admitted brokenly.
I pulled back slightly, watching him. Seeing as his chest rose and fell with quick breaths and how he subtly thrust upwards into me. He was hard, very much so. And so big. I felt it through the thin layer of my panties.
I felt a sudden urge to see him, to touch him. Hold him in my hands and watch him break completely. For me.
I flung the covers backwards and crawled down his body. I couldn't understand where this sudden urge was coming from, but it was undeniable.
"What are you doing? " he asked, watching me with low lidded eyes.
"About to make you see stars. " I smiled, pushing his legs apart to I could make room for myself.
I settled between his legs and knelt, pushing my legs out wide to be more comfortable.
"Kate....... " he called out in a hoarse voice, "Are you...... "
I looked up and saw his eyes were wide,mouth fully parted. "Going to give you head? Yes. "
I paused when I saw he was wearing boxer briefs. He'd been naked when we went to sleep last night.
"When did you wear this? " I tugged at the elastic waist band, letting it snap lightly against his skin. He hissed in a breath.
"This morning. " he answered. "I didn't want to scare you. "
I hummed, tugging on his briefs to drag it down, but his hand landed on mine to stop me.
"You don't have to do this. "
I rolled my eyes, "I know. Just lie back and enjoy. "
His hand tentatively left mine. He dropped it to his side and watched me.
I dragged the briefs down and watched with rapt attention as his dick sprang free. And, oh lord, it was the mother of all dicks.
I'd always known he was huge. I mean, how could I not? He was always going hard whenever I was near him. I knew he was big, but I didn't know he was this big.
Fact, Drew was definitely a grower, not a shower.
And your home girl was speechless.
I watched in fascination as I wrapped my fingers around him, trying to get them to meet, but they couldn't. There was at least over an inch of space left between my finger tips.
I squeezed my fingers to see if I could get them to meet but they still didn't, all it did was make Drew groan.
I glanced up at him, saw he was clutching the sheets at his sides.
"Drew, you pack quite a punch. " I said without thinking. Apparently, the size of Drew's dick had incinerated the filter between my brain and my mouth.
He wheezed out a tortured laugh but didn't say anything.
I leaned down, and closed my mouth over the tip, swirling my tongue around it and delving into that little slit at the tip.
"Ah, fuck. " he yelled, thrusting upward into my mouth.
I took my time enjoying him, licking, sucking, blowing and I loved every single moment of it. I loved how he broke and lost all control when he finally shoved his hands into my hair and controlled the pace at which I sucked him.
Soon, I felt him swelling in my mouth and I knew he was close.
"Kate.... " he called out in a tortured voice, "I'm going to cum... Fuck. You have to... " he tried to warn me.
But I ignored him. Instead, I tightened my lips on him, and sucked him with more force, massaging his balls with my fingers.
"Kate... " he warned again. "I'm..... Fuccckkk. "
He shot his load into my mouth and I didn't have to think, I swallowed everything down.
His head fell back on the bed as he tried to catch is breath, his dick softening slightly.
"You swallowed. " he said when he finally caught his breath.
"Of course. "
I saw a speck of cum on the tip of his dick. I cleaned it with my thumb and rubbed it on my tongue, making sure to meet his eyes.
"Delicious. " I purred.
He groaned, covering his eyes with his forearm. "You're going to be the death of me. " he muttered. And he probably didn't want me to hear it, but indifferent anyway.
I smiled, pleased with myself and hopped down from the bed, walking into the bathroom.
I closed the door and fell against it, feeling a rush of power fill my body.
I liked how Drew Rutledge made me feel. And I wasn't so sure if that was a bad thing.
DREW.
I lay on my back on the bed, willing my world to right itself again. Because, Kate just fucking rocked it. Exceptionally.
I stared at the bathroom door, which she'd just walked through, willing her to come out.
I'd stayed up all night, wondering if she was going to change her mind and leave me the minute she woke up, only to be taken aback by this change of events.
I blew out a breath, getting up and tucking my still hanging dick back into my briefs. I didn't want her to feel that she needed to please me just because I wasn't getting any from her. I was a man, I had needs, but she didn't have to feel obligated to do something for me even though she didn't want to do it.
I collected my phone from where I'd been charging it and checked my emails if I had anyone relating to work that I'd forgotten to check. Because, hell, lately I'd been slacking at work due to lack of concentration. And now that I was starting to think clearly again, I figured I should do something.
I had just two, since I'd directed all the ones that weren't marked very important to my assistant.
I moved back to the bed, sat on the edge and replied the emails. When I finished, I dropped my phone beside me and leaned forward, bracing my elbows on my knees and placed my head on my hands.
The door to the bathroom opened and Kate walked out, tying her hair in a messy bun on top of her head.
"Do you like pancakes? " she asked as she made to walk past me.
"I do. " I absently answered.
"Great. "
"Wait, Kate. "
She stopped, turning to me with slightly confused eyes. "Yes? "
I walked over to her, framing her face with my hands, "What you did just now... Did you do that because you felt you needed to? "
She eyed me warily, "No. I did that because I wanted to. "
I sighed, bending down to kiss her lips. She had a fresh scent of my toothpaste. And I loved it.
I deepened the kiss before pulling away. I traced her lips with my thumb. I realized I hadn't really done anything for her. And I planned on rectifying that soon.
"I don't ever want you to think that you need to do anything, just because it's what I need. Okay? "
She nodded. "That wasn't a pity blowjob. Believe me. " she gave me a small smile, patting my hand on her cheek lightly.
"That was too mind-blowing to be a pity blowjob. " . But it sounded more like I was trying to convince myself than her.
"Pancakes? "
"Pancakes. " I confirmed.
My eyes were involuntarily drawn to the easy sway of her hips as she walked out of the room. I sighed, running my hand through my hair as I made my way into the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth then splashed water on my face, as if I could wash away the lingering tiredness I still felt.
As I kept my brush, my eyes fell on a newly opened brush that rested beside mine. And I smiled. God, I missed seeing her things mixed up with mine.
I stared at my reflection in the mirror, recalling all what I had gone through in the past weeks. If anyone had ever told me that I'd unravel so quickly over a woman's departure from my life, I'd never have believed it. But it happened. And it proved to me that I was as fucking human as they come.
I wasn't indifferent, no matter how much I tried to tell myself I was. And even though it scared me, because it did, I also felt a type of way about all these. I wanted her in my life and I loved how she made me feel.
I walked out of the bathroom and out the bedroom, making my way to the living room. But I caught sight of her in the kitchen.
She had her back to me so she couldn't have seen me as I walked in, but she turned anyway.
Did she have that same awareness that I did whenever she was in the same room as me?
I walked over to her and wrapped my hands around her waist from behind. She leaned against me immediately, her head falling to rest on my chest.
The delicious smell of pancakes wafted into my nostrils. So, on top of everything she cooked. Sometimes, it was just hard to believe she was real. She was like every good thing wrapped into a person.
"Good morning. " I murmured into her hair. I figured we'd been too preoccupied with what we were doing this morning, I'd forgotten my manners.
At least what was left of them.
"Morning. " she replied.
"These smell good. " I tilted my chin to the pan on the cooker.
"Yeah? " she smiled, "Prepare yourself for a taste. You'll never remain the same, I promise. "
I laughed, running my hand over her hips. That was the thing about Kate. I couldn't control myself around her. I couldn't keep my hands to myself, not for lack of trying.
"Stop it. " she swatted my arm, nudging me out of her way, "Give me space. I need to focus. "
I moved to one of the stools, which gave me an awesome view of her ass as she worked.
The view of her in my kitchen, working effortlessly as if it was a normal thing for her. She fit in here. With me. This was how I wanted her. And I'd missed this. This was contentment.
She placed a pancake in my plate and one on her's too. She got a juice from the fridge, filled two glasses, then she sat on a stool beside mine.
I ate a piece of the pancake and.... It was so good. I think Kate's pancakes were going to be my new favorite things.
"This is so good. " I told her.
She blushed, "Thank you. "
I munched, taking a sip of my juice before placing the glass back down.
"Do you want to go out today? "
She paused with her fork mid air. "I don't know. Do you? "
I shrugged, "I'd rather stay home. I want to have you to myself today. " I hesitated, "Is that okay? "
She nodded. "Of course, it is. I have to go back to work on Monday. So I figured I'd spend as much time with you as I could before I go back. "
She was resuming work? Did that mean she was fully okay now? And I realized I'd been a fool not to ask. All I had talked about was how I wanted her back in my life. I hadn't actually cared how she was feeling.
"How are your bruises? " I asked, "Does anyone still hurt? "
She shook her head no. "They stopped hurting a long time ago. And I don't take my meds anymore. "
"I'm sorry I didn't ask before. I was so occupied with everything that happened and -"
She placed a hand on my shoulder, "It's okay. I understand. " she squeezed to reassure me, "Totally. "
I gave her a brief smile, although I still felt stupid as fuck.
We finished eating and we moved to the living room where we watched a movie for a while before she left me to go have her bath.
She came back dressed in one of my T-shirts and it looked absolutely good on her.
Basically, we spent the whole day laughing, watching movies, getting to know each other more and making out. Although I didn't push he for more. I could never get a hold on her mood.
I barely thought about work all through the day, but it was one of the best days of my life. Probably the best.