Free A Hot Mess (The Truth in Lies Saga #3) by Jeanne McDonald Page B

anymore.  I was a reasonable, sensible adult who handled her problems without reverting to illegal substances, or so I thought.  I completely ignored her suggestion, to the point of forgetting about it, until Javier stopped me before leaving and handed me a dime bag with papers included.  I had no intentions of smoking it, but after my night with Drew in the pool, I needed something to take the edge off.  Feelings stirred in me that I’d been fighting since he arrived.  Now, there was only one way to get him out of my system.  It was time for me to tell him how much he destroyed me.  How I felt completely used by him.
    I invited Drew to breakfast the next morning, hoping to clear the air.  Never in a million years did I expect him to show up at my apartment past midnight.  And then he had to show up looking all sexy.  What was he thinking coming over wearing those glasses and that old, stupid t-shirt?  Having him so close was cruel and unusual torture.  Ugh, and I’d promised to watch Jackie’s kids in the morning until Mom was done with whatever church function she was doing.  Stupid me! There I was, baked and sucking off my ex without thinking about what I was supposed to be doing in mere hours.  
    His cock twitched in my mouth, growing harder and larger with each pass.  I wasn’t about to slow my movements.  I sucked harder and faster, encompassing his full length in my mouth and hands.  He was on the verge, about to fall over the precipice and I wanted nothing more than to watch him fall.  My teeth scraped the pulsating vein in his cock, pressing deep into his skin.  
    Suddenly, he pushed away from me, leaving his shoes, shorts and underwear on the floor in front of me.  His shirt fell down over his stomach, touching the tip of his cock.  God, he was a gorgeous sight.  Neither Nate nor Gage was that big, and I longed to feel his long, thick cock filling my body.
    Drew shook his head, his eyes wild and his body trembling.  “Not yet,” he growled.  “I want you.”
    I stood up, licking my lips.  With the tips of my fingers, I wiped the corners of my mouth, eyeing him intensely.  I could only imagine my expression, with my brows lifted and an evil, seductive grin teasing my lips.  I slid my hands down between my tits, over my stomach, stopping just above the hem of my shorts.  “Then what’s stopping you?”
    Drew’s jaw clenched, and in the space of a single breath, he had me in his arms and pinned between him and the pantry door.  I gasped at the ferocity of his actions.  His lips crashed into mine.  The sheer force of his kiss took my breath away.  Drew didn’t care that he was stealing my oxygen.  He shoved his tongue into my mouth, taking what he wanted.  
    Tongues tangled.  Teeth clashed.  Wanton moans echoed around us.  I dug my nails deep into his back, devouring the cry of pain that escaped into my mouth.
    He lifted me off the ground, slamming me hard against the door.  I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling his hips against mine.  The head of his cock rubbed against my clit through my shorts, sending a vibration of need pulsing through me.  I clawed at his back, gathering his t-shirt into my hands.  “Off,” I growled against his lips.
    Following orders, Drew leaned back just enough to allow me to rip his shirt over his head and toss it aside.  I dragged my nails down his firm chest and over his taut nipples.  His skin rippled with excitement, and once again a wave of passion and sickness engulfed me.  How easy this was for him, to forget what happened between us.  To forget about Olivia and the baby.  I wanted to forget.  I wanted to stop feeling any kind of pain.  The truth was, I was jealous of Olivia.  I hated how she was carrying Drew’s child.  I hated how she stole my happiness.  I hated how I was willing to steal her happiness for the sake of my own.  Everything about this situation was all fucked up.  Yet, it felt so good to have him