Once breakfast had been cleaned up, I went to my room to get dressed. I came back out to see Patrick leaning against the kitchen counter. His phone was pressed to his ear, and he had a look of resignation on his face. He ended the call with a gran before turning to face us.
“We have to <b>go </b>out for a while, Patrick said, addressing the guys. My expression dropped at the thought of being left alone, but Patrick continued before I could say anything. “There is no way we are leaving you alone, Em, even if you wanted to.” I nodded in agreement. There was no way I wanted to be alone, I didn’t know if I would ever befortable is this house again, which is probably something I should bring up to the guyster. “Drew, you <b>stay </b>here<b>, </b>and the rest of youe with me.”
After quick goodbye kisses, the guys quickly left, and Drew came to stand next to me, wrapping his <b>arm </b>around me and pulling me closer to him. “T have some work to get done, but it shouldn’t take me that long, he promised before turning to walk toward his room.
“Wait, Drew,” I said before he had gone more than a few steps. He turned to look at me. “Do you mind if I keep youpany him. “I just really don’t want to be alone right now.”
while you work?” I asked
“Nope,” he said. “As long as you don’t mind the mess in my toom.” My groan made him smile. Drew knew that messes made me twitchy. I couldn’t understand how someone in the military could be so messy. But rather than change my mind, I <b>took </b>his offered hand and tilted my head toward him. He took the invitation to kiss me and pressed his lips firmly to mine.
I loved kissing all my guys, and they always kissed me back with equal fervor. Sometimes, our tongues fought over whose tongue <b>was </b>in whose mouth, or our teeth would knock together. We would both forget that we needed to breathe on more than one asion, and I loved it. Drew finally pulled back and studied my face momentarily before pressing another gentle kiss to my lips.
<b>“</b><b>Go </b>sit in the living room. I will grab myptop ande out there, and then you don’t have to see my room’s <b>mess</b>.”
“Thank you,” <b>I </b><b>said </b>before turning and going to sit on the couch. A few minutes <bter</b>, Drew returned with hisptop and sat beside me on the couch. Once settled, I rested my head against his shoulder and watched him work. After a while, I shifted, and Drew nced down at me. the coffee table, he used his foot to push it further <b>away </b>before lifting me onto hisp so my legs were straddled on either side of his. I rested my <b>arms </b>Setting hisptop on on his shoulders as he sat back, heat filling his eyes.
“Are you sure, Em? I don’t want to do anything that wi
will scare you.”
“It’s not scaring me at all,” I assured him <b>as </b>I smoothed my <b>hand </b>down his shirt. With a roll of my hips, I ground against him, and he hissed out a breath. ‘Help me up?” I asked. Dropping his hands to my waist, Drew lifted me up and set me on my feet. Once he <b>was </b>sure I was steady, he began to stand, but I stopped him with <b>a </b><b>hand </b>on his chest. “Nope, you sit. He raised his eyebrows at my <b>order </b>as he sat back, and I grinned at him.
“I’ve got this, I promise, I told him before kneeling between his legs <b>and </b>reaching for the button of his shorts. Drew groaned, and <b>I </b>could see he was fighting to keep himself from helping me. I nudged his thighs further apart and nced up at him.
“You’re beautiful,” he growled, and 1 blushed as I tugged on his shorts.
“Going to need a little help, I said, resting my hands against his hips. Hooking his thumbs into the sides of his shorts and lifting his hips, he pushed them down. I took over, pulling them the rest of the way off before moving in front of him again
“Better?” He smirked.
“Hmm,” I murmured as I stroked a finger over his erection, which was straining to be released from his boxers. Drew quickly helped me remove his boxers, and I grinned when his very eager dick bounced off his stomach as he <b>sat </b>back. I slid my hand against his balls, making him shutter, then leaned in and <b>licked </b>across the tip of his dick before wrapping my mouth around him while I fisted the base of his dick. I had managed to swallow almost half of <b>his </b>dick before Drew let out a groan.
*Fuck, that feels so good.” He said, gripping the sofa with one hand while he tangled the other into my hair. I didn’t respond; I just bobbed my head<b>. </b>I remembered to exhale on the down stroke but gagged when his dick hit the back of my throat, and I eased back.
“Sweetheart,” he grunted. “You don’t have <b>to</b>.” I red at him before easing to the tip and popping him out of my mouth.
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