little annoyed. He opened the door to the car,
helped me in, and then buckled me in place. He was no-nonsense, serious even,
as though his mind was elsewhere when he buckled me in, even without any
emotions. Usually, he would linger when his fingers brush across my thighs, and
I could see the pupils of his eyes dilate in excitement. But as he accidentally
touched me, it was as though he had shut off all his emotions and was being a
robot.
“Okay,”
I said, as Drew got into the driver’s side, buckled up, and started the car.
His face was grim as stepped hard on the gas pedal, careening us out of the
parking lot and onto the highway. He was going faster than usual, as though he
was taking his frustration out on the road. When we got to almost 90 miles per
hour, driving pass every car on the highway, I said, “Slow down, Drew, we’re
not in a hurry.”
“But
we are,” he said. “The sooner we get this over with, the better, then I could
deal with the guilt.”
I
blinked. “The guilt? What are you talking about, Drew? There is nothing for you
to feel guilty about. It’s not your fault something happened to Nat and your
father.”
“No,
it’s not that,” Drew said.”It’s worse. It’s much worse. But I can’t tell you
until I show you something.”
“You
can’t tell me anything right now?” I said, crossing my arms.
“No,
Summer, I can’t,” Drew said, setting his jaw.
“Okay,”
I said, feeling like a broken record with Drew.
Because
of some miracle where there was hardly any traffic on our way from the Four
Seasons to the Donovan mansion, we arrived in less than a half hour. The drive
up the scenic hill would have been beautiful had it not been for how fast Drew
was driving, making sharp turns, sudden stops, and fast jumpy spurts. By the
time he pulled into the pavestone driveway, past the heavy iron gates to the
garage, I was fuming.
He
opened his door and got out, and was walking to my side of the car to open the
door when I pushed it opened, got out and walked past him to the back seat to
get my luggage. I didn’t even want to make eye contact with him, I was so mad.
How dare he tell me he had such ominous bad news, withheld it from me for a
long time, making me suffer through intense worry and dread all that time, just
to drive like a maniac to endanger our lives, and not even say a single thing
the entire way over. How dare he ignore me the entire way over right after I
spilled everything to him, right after I pushed aside my own worries to comfort
him.
How
dare…
Drew
took the luggage from my hands, dropped it down on the garage floor, closed the
car door, and pushed me hard against it. Without a word, he grabbed my hair
pulling it back while his mouth crushed into mine with a fury that melted me. I
was burning just as much for him, as we passionately kissed each other, running
our hands over each other, moaning and groaning our wants and needs.
His
blue eyes pinned me down while he devoured my lips hungrily, my neck, and then
my collarbone. He bit me on fleshy part of my shoulders, and I felt a slight
pain, but mostly pleasure as he licked it again, moaning. “Oh, Summer, last
night was pure torture…you and your rules of not kissing or touching you.” He
probed his tongue into my mouth to taste my mouth, sending shudders of pleasure
through me. He pressed his hips between my thighs, and I could feel how much he
wanted me.
“You
know,” Drew whispered huskily against my cheeks as he pressed his hips harder
against my hips. He took the corner of my mouth into his and sucked on it,
making my lower body burn for him. “Rules get me more turned on, because
they’re meant to be broken. That’s what I want from you. I want to break all
your rules.” His eyes burned into mine for a second before he released my
mouth. He pushed my head back on the car until I was staring up into his face,
his eyes still intensely on mine. “When you have no more rules in your rule
book to
helped me in, and then buckled me in place. He was no-nonsense, serious even,
as though his mind was elsewhere when he buckled me in, even without any
emotions. Usually, he would linger when his fingers brush across my thighs, and
I could see the pupils of his eyes dilate in excitement. But as he accidentally
touched me, it was as though he had shut off all his emotions and was being a
robot.
“Okay,”
I said, as Drew got into the driver’s side, buckled up, and started the car.
His face was grim as stepped hard on the gas pedal, careening us out of the
parking lot and onto the highway. He was going faster than usual, as though he
was taking his frustration out on the road. When we got to almost 90 miles per
hour, driving pass every car on the highway, I said, “Slow down, Drew, we’re
not in a hurry.”
“But
we are,” he said. “The sooner we get this over with, the better, then I could
deal with the guilt.”
I
blinked. “The guilt? What are you talking about, Drew? There is nothing for you
to feel guilty about. It’s not your fault something happened to Nat and your
father.”
“No,
it’s not that,” Drew said.”It’s worse. It’s much worse. But I can’t tell you
until I show you something.”
“You
can’t tell me anything right now?” I said, crossing my arms.
“No,
Summer, I can’t,” Drew said, setting his jaw.
“Okay,”
I said, feeling like a broken record with Drew.
Because
of some miracle where there was hardly any traffic on our way from the Four
Seasons to the Donovan mansion, we arrived in less than a half hour. The drive
up the scenic hill would have been beautiful had it not been for how fast Drew
was driving, making sharp turns, sudden stops, and fast jumpy spurts. By the
time he pulled into the pavestone driveway, past the heavy iron gates to the
garage, I was fuming.
He
opened his door and got out, and was walking to my side of the car to open the
door when I pushed it opened, got out and walked past him to the back seat to
get my luggage. I didn’t even want to make eye contact with him, I was so mad.
How dare he tell me he had such ominous bad news, withheld it from me for a
long time, making me suffer through intense worry and dread all that time, just
to drive like a maniac to endanger our lives, and not even say a single thing
the entire way over. How dare he ignore me the entire way over right after I
spilled everything to him, right after I pushed aside my own worries to comfort
him.
How
dare…
Drew
took the luggage from my hands, dropped it down on the garage floor, closed the
car door, and pushed me hard against it. Without a word, he grabbed my hair
pulling it back while his mouth crushed into mine with a fury that melted me. I
was burning just as much for him, as we passionately kissed each other, running
our hands over each other, moaning and groaning our wants and needs.
His
blue eyes pinned me down while he devoured my lips hungrily, my neck, and then
my collarbone. He bit me on fleshy part of my shoulders, and I felt a slight
pain, but mostly pleasure as he licked it again, moaning. “Oh, Summer, last
night was pure torture…you and your rules of not kissing or touching you.” He
probed his tongue into my mouth to taste my mouth, sending shudders of pleasure
through me. He pressed his hips between my thighs, and I could feel how much he
wanted me.
“You
know,” Drew whispered huskily against my cheeks as he pressed his hips harder
against my hips. He took the corner of my mouth into his and sucked on it,
making my lower body burn for him. “Rules get me more turned on, because
they’re meant to be broken. That’s what I want from you. I want to break all
your rules.” His eyes burned into mine for a second before he released my
mouth. He pushed my head back on the car until I was staring up into his face,
his eyes still intensely on mine. “When you have no more rules in your rule
book to
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