The sunlight cut through the curtains in thin golden beams.
My body ached everywhere in the best way. Between my thighs, across my ass, in my jaw. A hum of soreness and satisfaction.
I was lying in Drew’s bed, tangled in his sheets, the scent of sweat, s*x, and male musk thick in the room.
The door was still cracked open. Somewhere down the hall, I heard Miles snoring faintly.
But Drew wasn’t asleep.
I felt him move behind me, the bed dipping as he shifted closer. His hand slid over my hip, tracing slow, lazy circles.
"Morning, birthday girl," he whispered, his voice raspy and low.
I didn’t speak. I just pressed back into him.
His c**k was hard. Already. Again.
He kissed my shoulder, then my neck. His hand slid down between my legs.
I was still slick from the night before. And he
