Drew Reynolds is a hard working man. He’s not rich, he’s not fancy, but when he finds the one, she’ll be the only one. For seven years he has only been existing—until Raven Howards finally returns to town. He’s going to own every part of her, and he’s sure to let everyone know she belongs to him.
Raven remembers Drew. He was the one guy that stood out from all of the others. However, he’s the bad boy that all the girls want…and have had. How can she even fall for a guy like that?
He’s not taking no for an answer. She’s back, and he’s taking her. There will be a happy ending, he won’t allow for anything less.
She averted her gaze and stared past his shoulder, seeing Brice and Cathy dancing.
“I don’t think I’m ready for what you want.”
Taking hold of her hand, Drew led the way out of the bar and around the back to where it was dark. No one would see them.
“Drew, what is going on?” she asked.
Only when he was sure that no one was around, he turned toward her, pressed her body up against the wall, pushing her hands high up. Then he took possession of her lips.
Her lips were so soft, and they opened up just for him. Locking her hands high above her head, he stroked his hand down her body, only grazing over her large tits. They were huge, and he couldn’t wait to get a taste of them. He went down past her waist to her hip where he bunched up her skirt.
Sliding a hand between her legs, he felt her moist panties.
Breaking from the kiss, even in the darkness he saw her eyes. “This you can’t deny, Raven. Since the day you’ve been gone, I’ve been dying inside, waiting for you to come home.”
“Don’t question it.” He slid his fingers beneath her panties and found her wet slit. “This is not something you get when you’re not interested. You can fight it all you want, and I accept that, but this here, this belongs to me, and you can’t deny that. No way can you deny that.”
“This is crazy. It has been seven years. You’re a man-whore.”
Drew found her clit, stroking over her nub. “I’ve been waiting for you, Raven. All these years, I never knew what I wanted until I saw you again. This fire has been between us for a long time, and you can try to run from it, but you can’t hide from it.”
Using two fingers, he stroked over her clit, and he heard her cry out, the pleasure making her shake.
He claimed her lips again, and he couldn’t not taste her. She was a fucking drug to him.
“Drew, what are you doing?”
Ignoring her panicked voice, he lifted up her skirt, sank to his knees, and moved her panties out of the way. The scent of her cunt was heady, and he was begging for a taste.
“Spread your thighs.”