Free Falling Into Drew by Harriet Schultz Page B

considered a pre-race blow job good luck. These young men don’t know what they’re missing.”
    He didn’t answer and noticed that Charles already had his hand under Inga’s friend’s sweater as she perched on his lap. A hint of a smile formed and Drew shook his head from side to side when it became obvious that it was time for him to leave the bar’s party crowd to their late night entertainments, ones he used to be at the center of.
    “I’m not playing any more, Inga, so why don’t you and your friend both show Charles a good time? He’s not a racer, but he’s even richer than me.”
    “Are you sure, liebchen ?” she purred in his ear while pressing her breasts against his back. “Don’t you like sex anymore?”
    “Not the way I used to. I’ve grown up.” He paid the bar tab and squeezed Charles’ shoulder before leaving to return to their rented house. “Think you can handle two of them?”
    “If I can’t, I’ll die a happy man. Come find me for breakfast to make sure I’m conscious. I’m anxious to find out if what you once told me Inga can do with her mouth is really true.”
    Drew threw back his head and laughed. “It’s quite a talent. Have a good time, but be sure to use condoms with these two. They get around.”
    He pulled his knitted hat down to his brows and kept his eyes aimed at the ground so that no one would stop him as he pushed his way to the door. The night air was frigid and he headed uphill to their rented slopeside chalet at a brisk pace. He hoped to hell that no one had snapped a picture of Inga draped all over him because he knew what it would look like to Kate if it made it onto some website. He’d never had to explain himself to a woman and wondered why he suddenly cared what someone he’d slept with once would think if she saw it. Yet he did.
    Maybe he’d call her. It was midnight in Austria, but six hours earlier in New York, which meant Kate would be finishing up at the office or already home. Suddenly, he needed to hear her voice.
    He piled logs into the great stone fireplace and nursed the low flame into a blaze, then wandered to the kitchen to search the cabinets for what he wasn’t sure. Cocoa. He grinned as he mixed it expertly, aware of how out of character this beverage would seem to those who bought into his bad boy reputation. Mug in hand and settled on the plush sofa with the fire as the only light in the oversized room, he debated his earlier urge to call Kate. The woman really had him off balance.
    He set the half-finished mug of cocoa on the floor and gazed at the dancing flames. Just the memory of their night together made him hard. He’d guessed she might be a little uptight, but she was remarkably passionate. It had been a surprise, a wonderful one, when he woke the next morning with his cock in her mouth. He’d had more blow jobs than he’d ever remember, but the feeling of her mouth on him had twisted his insides.  Although she’d been more than willing to finish him that way, he’d flipped her onto her back and plunged into her warmth. He didn’t question why he’d needed that intimate connection, but he was sure that he would have lost his mind if he’d denied himself that joy.
    He bolted upright. Joy? He’d never associated that word with sex, but it seemed the right way to describe what he’d felt. Drew’s mouth opened wide to release an exhausted yawn. He propped his feet on the low table in front of him, leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
    When he woke, the room was bright and freezing cold now that the fire had died. A quick check told him it was almost seven a.m. and he made a snap decision. The slopes would be empty and they were calling to him.
    After a bowl of instant oatmeal washed down by the leftover, now cold cocoa, Drew twisted his body into the skintight racer suit he’d worn in his last World Cup competition, covered it with insulated pants and a parka for the ride up the lift, grabbed the ski tote with his