May Chains

Epilogue

(I'll do an other post for comments and answers)

"Where is that shirt?"

"What shirt?"

"The one you like?"

"That's not really helpful," the reply is drawled out.

I swivel around the room looking on the floor and on the furniture. Where the fuck? "The one I wore that night…" I try to explain without completely taking my mind off what I'm doing.

Drew walks out of the bathroom a towel around his waist running a smaller one over his head, "the one you wore when we went out with Harpool and the gang?"

My eyes stop their search to rank over his bare, hairy, muscled flesh; I hum a reply not really remembering what I was talking about.

Noticing my change in interest Drew drops the towel he was using to dry his hair over a chair and crooks a finger wanting me to come to him. "The one I so deliciously peeled off you in my quote 'ugly ass muscle car'?"

I take the last step to him, not sure when my feet got the massage to walk or where from. I place a hand on his pec and feel a pooling of heat. Oh, he sent the massage. Drew loosely wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me against his damp body. My lids flutter and I draw my hands up and pull them threw his hair, grabbing fist fulls and pull him down for a kiss.

He wraps his other arm around me, the first dipping to squeeze and hold my ass the other to hold my head in place. I lick his lower lip and moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He quickly moves both hands under my ass shoving me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around him as he walks us to our bed. I'm laid down and on top of, relishing the feel of his weight on my chest and legs.

Pulling my hand from his head, I fumble around the dresser next to the bed looking for a condom. We're going out and I don't want him dripping out of me all night. Neither of us have something and I trust him never to cheat so there is no other reason to use one, except situations like this. Drew growls sending shivers through my body. To think I was afraid of this? Being with Drew and comparing it to what happened with Dr. Simon is like comparing a warm summer day to the holocaust. It took me a while to get that, and Drew has been wonderfully patient. Like always.

He removes a hand from my butt and pulls my questing hand to his mouth, licking my forefinger; he locks eyes with me and rumbles out "I want nothing to separate us."

My eyes roll back as he dips to suck on my neck. Aching and needing him to do so much more I tug and pull at his towel. His laugh tickles my neck and I give him a growl in return lashing my tongue out and capturing his ear in my mouth. I run my tongue in and around the hole for his gag, fucking it with my tongue, showing him what I want. Clinging to me he nips at my shoulder his hands starting to fumble with my jeans.

It takes forever to get him completely nude but finally mission accomplished. His hot, hairy, hard body presses against me and I feel the world zero to this single moment. Gently, always gently, and with much preparation, he pushes into me pulling a moan from both our lips.

We match, thrusting, grunting, clinging, clawing. I come, biting down on his shoulder, he follows suit freezing on top of me as I gaze lovingly up at him feeling his body compulse over mine.

He chuckles warmly, petting my hair and cheek, "I need a shower again."

I bite my lip and nod "me too."

My stick all over our stomachs and chests, his deep inside of me. Life is good. He pulls me into the shower and I show him how much I love him again, shoving him against the shower's wall and paying homage as he clings to the shower rack, the curtain pulled into a knot. His other hand hovering over my head stuck between wanting to hold me in place and knowing I can't take that. I gulp him down and smile up at him loving this look. The one I can decipher with no help. Loving the fact that only I can give it to him.

I find a different shirt to wear, and we head out to the bar to hang with the gang. Lilly is spending the night with Bice and Drew is in the mood to get me drunk and see what drunken sex is like. I'm willing to see what tipsy sex is like; I still can't bring myself to go all the way.

We step out of the taxi, since I put the rule down that no one drives while drunk, and I'm fucking sticking to it, Drew pulling me out and wrapping me up in his arms, his puffs of breath tickle my ear as he kisses it heading towards the karaoke bar.

I cast a glance to the street corner and have to squint as my eyes have decided to play tricks on me. I watch as a little girl skips over to a large man with bright orange hair and a box held to his chest with straps over his shoulder. The man takes her hand and they begin to turn. Once their backs are to me I watch as a monkey in one of those funny hats and vests leaps on to his shoulder. The thing cocks his head and waves.

I gasp, blinking trying to force the image to leave me.

Drew turns and laughs "damn, looks like we missed the show."

I 'huh' in return running through the day, I'm sure I took my pills.

"The man and monkey, with that awesome fez hat? You know, the man plays music and the monkey dances… I bet his daughter bats her eyes so people give more tips."

I force a laugh, "awesome fez hat, huh?" I turn in his hold and smirk up at him. "If I get you a fez hat and vest will you do tricks for me?"

He hums with approval, "If you play for me, I'll do any tick you want."

I nip at his lower lip and revel in the feel of him. "Lilly isn't allowed at our showings."

Drew laughs, shakes his head in agreement, and opens the door for me.

Stepping into the smoky place I spot my family in the corner laughing and toasting. Andy and Scar, their black hair in inch mohawks now, their bulky bodies in dark leathers. Natalie in an itty bitty number, an arm slung over Gavan. He has tentatively started dating one of our groupies. Our fingers are crossed for them, the groupie isn't here tonight, he has a late astrology class. Fan's bright red hair stands out before Brighton's blond. The pair of them sitting across the table from each other—a move we force on them sometimes when they forget that we don't actually want to watch them fuck.

I wave a hand at them and heading over only to stop dead in my tracks.

A beat I'm well familiar with, a melody that sings to my bones washes over me as a crappy ass drunken voice shouts out "SUICIDE! HOMICIDE! SHE'S MY LITTLE GENOCIDE!"

My eyes dart to the stage, a preppy boy stands holding the microphone to his slobbery mouth. His eyes tight shut as he screams out my song. A wave of goose bumps falls upon my body living me feeling hollow for a split second before coming back up with the tide and filling me whole.

I beam, I can feel it. The room brightens visibly.

A sexy rumble fills me ear and I get that wave feeling again as Drew whispers "told you so."

I smile leaning into his hold. Life is good…

And Alva's fat!

Win