Slow Grind (Men of Mornington Book 1) (14 page)

“You’re not Max’s kid sister. You’re not the brat running around with Emma giving me batty eyes for days. You’re a strong, beautiful, dead-sexy woman, and I’d be a fucking fool to not notice. We’re not kids anymore, Aubs.”

“Yeah,” I whisper huskily, my voice giving me away. “What do you plan on doing about it?”

“This,” he says, then sensually presses his lips to mine and softly kisses me. “Tell me to stop and I will.”

Instead of verbally responding, I lick the seam of his lips and push my hands into his hair, finally brazen enough to take matters into my own hands. He’s given me my out—my chance to run—but all I want is him.

Drew, eager and ready, grips me by the backs of my thighs and hoists me up his waist, carrying me back into the bedroom. He sets me gently on the bed and casually pulls of his shirt, tossing it in the direction of the bathroom. Regaining the confidence I have deep down, I push his sleep pants down his legs, letting them pool at his feet. My heart races as my fingers trace his girth. I’d known he was well-endowed, but I had no idea he was packing
this
.

As I’m ready to take him in my mouth—because there’s only one thing to really do when a dick is level with your face—he pushes me backward and peels the leggings off my body, revealing me naked underneath.

“God damn,” he groans and drops to his knees. I push myself up on my elbows, ready to take in all the sights. Drew starts at my calf and slowly kisses his way up my leg, to my thigh, to my ...

“Oh God!” I scream as his tongue grazes my most sensitive flesh.

“Drew,” he growls, and I catch his drift.

“My bad. Don’t you dare stop,” I pant, my fingers catching in his hair.

“Didn’t plan on it,” he says, his words muffled as he goes back to business. With each swipe of his tongue—his expert fingers pressing inside me, and the fantasy I’ve had in my head being reenacted right in front of me—my body doesn’t take long to get there.

“Drew. Please,” I beg, wishing he’d stop slowing down each time my orgasm is ready to roll over me. Then he stops and I all but squeeze his head between my thighs, and of course, he laughs.

“You ever hear of anticipating being the best part?” he chuckles, that grin driving me crazy. “Just when you’re about to come, your pussy squeezes the life out of my fingers. When you do come, though, it’s going to be the best you’ve ever had. Your legs are gonna shake for days, remembering what my mouth feels like on your pussy. You won’t forget me, Aubs. I promise you that.” I don’t have the balls to tell him for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this moment. Ever. I’ve had this memory from my fantasies for longer than I’ll ever admit.

“I’m going to die if I don’t come, Drew. Please,” I gasp. No other words are spoken as he dives back in, his fingers working double time, the suction around my clit almost painful and the scruff on his jaw fucking with my senses.

My hands clench the sheets, my knees fall further apart and my toes curl. It’s exactly how I imagined a fantastic orgasm to feel like, and something only Drew could extract from me. My body floats and hovers above me, watching me in the throes of ecstasy, and Drew doesn’t stop after the waves come crashing down around me. I have to squeeze my knees so tightly he has no choice but to move or be crushed. I can’t take it. Too much pleasure. Too much pain. Too much … Drew.

“Holy shit,” I breathe as he backs away.

“Condom?” I ask as Drew climbs up the bed and lies down on top of me.

“Already on, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I’m not wasting another second. I need you, Aubs. I need to feel you. All of you.” Drew slowly pushes inside of me, gentlemanly, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, then pulls almost all the way back out, then gliding back in effortlessly.

“You feel fucking amazing, Aubs. Your pussy’s so tight. I’m gonna have to go slow or this is gonna be over before it even starts.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back, my nails digging into his sweaty skin. I want to scratch. God, do I want to scratch, claim him as mine, but I’m not sure how he’d feel about it.

“Whatever you want to do, do it. Let loose, Aubrey,” he says, reading my mind yet again. So I do. I dig my nails into him and rake them down to his ass, and it feels fucking amazing, this kind of control and power over a man. Feeling each of his muscles ripple under my fingertips as he slowly, leisurely, thrusts in and out of me. No fantasy I ever had could compare to the real thing.

My orgasm builds slow and steady, just like our love making. Drew’s fingers intertwine themselves in my hair and hold me in place as his tempo increases. With his face buried in my neck, sexily kissing the small, sensitive place between my neck and shoulder, my orgasm crests and I allow it to swallow me whole.

“Drew!” I cry out, and I feel him smile against me.

“Right behind you, baby.” His pace quickens and sends me spiraling again, both of us finishing together. It sounds stupid and cliché, but it’s real and it happens. It happened.

*****

We both jump in the shower to wash away the scent of sex, but it only increases our desires, inciting another round under the steady stream of water.

Lying back on his bed, my head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around me, I start to panic. They’re all going to know, and Max is going to be pissed neither of us could keep it in our pants.

“Do we tell anyone?” I ask, wanting to know how he feels. Was this a onetime thing, or something we plan on exploring?

“If you want to,” he responds with a sleepy voice.

“I don’t want Max to hate you. Or the guys. Or Em. I don’t want to cause problems here for you with your people.”

“They’re
our
people,” he chuckles.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want Max to hate you.”

“Stop worrying, Aubs. It will be fine,” he growls, leaning over to kiss me. “Whatever happens, it was worth it. It’ll always be worth it.
You’re
worth it.”

Chapter Thirteen
Drew

“Whose idea was this again?” Sam grumbles after peeking through the curtain at the crowd. I laugh and slap him on the back. No need to voice my own concerns. Doing a little strip tease for whatever chick I’m with is one thing, but putting my self-affirmed skills to the test in a room of what seems like a hundred screaming women…
Yeah, this is going to be a little weird.

“It’s all for a good cause. Remember that,” I promise him.

It’s Friday, the night of our big show, and we’re standing backstage at the Colonial Hotel where a hoard of wailing women is waiting for us to go on stage. I’m pumped—kind of a nervous excitement. Mostly, I can’t get out of my head how awesome it is that we’re able to do this for our mate. I glance over at Aubs.

“I can still try to sell the apartment, guys. You really don’t have to do this,” Max offers via speakerphone for the thousandth time since the conception of this idea. No matter how many times we brush him off, he continues to interject his opinion.

“This is happening,” I chuckle. “Get used to it, Max. You know you’ve always fantasized at the idea of me being naked. Your fantasy is about to become a reality. Now get some fucking rest. We’ll call you later.”

The rest of the guys, Aubrey and Emma join me in bidding Max farewell for now. He’s got his own job to do, and that’s to get healthy enough to fly to Europe while we bring in the dollars.

“Okay, do you want to go over that last move again, Sam?” Aubs studies his face. I grin, loving how serious she is about all this. I know this means a lot to her, helping Max and all that, but God, she’s so cute when she takes charge. Emma quickly runs out of the wings and to her booth.

“No, I got it,” Sam mutters, looking less than confident.

Our intro music cues up and like a pack of professionals, we shake out the nerves and put on our acting faces Aubrey told us about when we first started. We’re no longer Drew, Sam, Cam and Nash; as soon as we step on that stage, we’re The Men of Mornington.

“Then let’s do this,” I say, pumping my fist as I move closer to the curtain.

“Break a leg, guys. Make me proud out there.” Aubrey bounces in place with her hands cupped over her mouth. She’s got to be as nervous as we are. So much is riding on this.
Too
much is riding on this.

All four of us take our spots straddling the backward-facing chairs, pulling our skull caps low enough to almost cover our eyebrows. Em’s voice booms over the screams and chants.

“Hey there, beautiful ladies,” she calls, and the room lights up. “Pull out your money and get ready to throw them at the sexiest group of men you’re ever likely to see in one room. Here tonight, stripping for a cure, I proudly give you The Men of Mornington!”

The screams give way to sheer anticipation, the room becoming so quiet you can almost hear the pulleys opening the curtain. As soon as the spotlight hits us, the screams start up again. Of course they do. Where else can you find a quartet of handsome, shirtless fellas, with oiled up chests and low-hanging jeans?

Sam and Cam are in the middle grinding to the beat of
Anywhere
by 112—a tactical move nonetheless. As the lyrics begin, Nash and myself blend in, our movements mirroring each other. I glance back to the wing and notice Aubrey isn’t watching. My heart pounds to the beat and the nerves begin to kick in as I realise we’re out here on our own.

If we fuck this up, Max is dead
. It’s that simple, and it scares the hell out of me.

Pushing my anxieties aside, I slowly stand and push the chair down and between my legs. My hand runs down my chest with ease, and the crowd erupts in cheers and a few marriage proposals. Sam and Cam, a few beats ahead of Nash and me, hit the floor and leisurely grind themselves into the ground. In my head I laugh, but on the outside, I’m all business.

I scan the audience. Aubrey’s eyes catch mine, and I don’t miss her bottom lip caught between her teeth. Holding her gaze while I finish the first part of the routine, I dance explicitly for her, like there is nobody else in the room other than us. When I reach the edge of the stage, I sit, hanging my legs over the side. Hands from every direction grab at me, but I reach for Aubrey, who’s pushed forward by an unsuspecting bystander, right into my arms.

I’m going totally off script here, and her eyes widen when I pull her between my legs. I place her hands on the button of my jeans and mouth to her, “Take them off.” Aubrey pauses for a second and then gets to work. As soon as the zipper’s all the way down, I take her hand, place it on my crotch and let her know the hardness beneath is all for her. She’s gonna kill me for sure, but little does she know, things are about to get worse.

Anywhere
bleeds into
Slow Motion
by Trey Songz and unknown to Aubrey, the guys and I plan on bringing her onstage. Since she put all this together, it’s only fitting that she’s a part of the routine, right? At least that’s how I framed it to the guys when I offered the idea.

Sam and Cam join me at the edge of the stage and offer their hands to Aubrey. She unsuspectingly accepts their invitation and squeals when they bring her up and place her in the chair Nash has set up for her in the center of the stage. Standing, I let the jeans drop to the floor and step out of them, showcasing the tight, short boxer briefs we decided on instead of thongs. Aubrey said they were sexier, so we took her word for it. Anything to get out of having a piece of fabric wedged up my arse.

“What are you doing?” she hisses, and we all laugh.

“Get ready, kid. Welcome to The Men of Mornington,” Nash chuckles in her ear.

“You’re all dead.” She covers her face as we form a semi-circle around her.

Sam, the first in the line of lap dancers, straddles her lap. He grips her hand and runs in down his torso. He grinds on her for a few lines of the song and moves away so Cam can have his run at her. Cam, the gentleman that he is, doesn’t get on her; instead, he dances next to the chair, letting the ladies in the crowd get a view of his body and Aubrey’s embarrassed reaction. Quite genius, actually, and the crowd is eating it up.

After Cam joins Sam in the wing, Nash slides up between Aubrey’s slightly parted legs and acts as if he’s going down on her. The crowd explodes, and I just want to break his face. I glare at him, anger bubbling inside me.
This isn’t a part of the plan
. When he slowly raises his head and drags it up her body, between her tits, he places a chaste kiss on her cheek and winks at me over her shoulder. If this weren’t for Max, I would lay him out right where we stand.

The last stanza of the song starts and I know this is it for us. Only five minutes. That’s all we have. I approach Aubrey and notice all the money lying on the stage I hadn’t noticed before. They’re not all singles, either—there are a lot of larger denomination bills. Fully prepared to deal with Nash after the event, I lazily rake my eyes up and down Aubrey’s body. I swallow hard, knowing this is a little more real for me than the other guys; this isn’t just pretend for me. It won’t hurt to see if I can not only bring in a lot more money but get Aubrey worked up and feeling me like I’m feeling her, too.

Standing next to her chair, I slide my fingers into her hair, gently at first, then when she doesn’t respond to me, I grip the locks tighter at the base and force her to look up at me. Her blush is sexy as fuck and I could probably fuck her right now, on this stage, in front of all these people, and not have a single problem with it.

Urging her to stand, she does without hesitation, but she closes her eyes. Knowing it’s about the show, I place my hands at the back of her thighs and lift her up my body and like a pro, she locks her ankles behind my back. Out of all the moves she taught us over the last few weeks, I gently sway with her in my arms for a brief moment while I decide my plan of attack. I have motives here, people. I need this to be sexy enough to double the cash we have now, as well as prove a fucking point to the firecracker in my arms.

Decision made. I drop to my knees, her still wrapped around me. With her straddling my waist, I push myself up toward her and Aubrey’s eyes widen again when she feels what’s going on down below. Not wasting another second, I lay her flat on the ground, unwrap her legs and toss one over my shoulder. Placing my lips on her bare stomach, I kiss the soft flesh beneath my lips, followed by a lazy lick until my tongue hits the fabric of her flimsy top. At her tits, I nip at the side of one, and I can feel the money raining down on my back. I bury my face in her neck and don’t just pretend to kiss; I really give it a go. I don’t miss when her body reacts and she raises her hips to meet mine. And neither do the ladies who paid for a show and are sure as shit receiving one.

Aubrey’s hands start to run up my chest, and remembering how these women like it in the books, I snatch them from my body and pin them above her head with one hand. While I grind my dick into her crotch, her hips trying to match my tempo with each fake stroke, I place my free hand under her ass and lift her. Since the song is
Slow Motion
, I slow my tempo and pretend to give it to her like I would if we were alone, and this wasn’t a show, and she was mine. I close my eyes and imagine her soft, pliable body beneath mine, taking everything I can without hesitation. When I open them again and look down at her tits, only to take her in once again, her quickly rising and falling chest cues me in, letting me know she’s in this as much as I am.

Sam, Cam and Nash come back on stage, alerting me to the fact our set is over, and I lean down to Aubrey’s ear. “Thanks for playing, Aubs.”

Sam and Cam help Aubrey stand and all five of us take a quick bow before Em announces our exit.

“Don’t forget, ladies. You can make a direct donation to The Men of Mornington if you enjoyed the insanely sexy show tonight. The website is listed on the flier. Remember, stripping for a cure is a real thing and you all just witnessed it. One more time for The Men of Mornington!”

I run off the stage, adrenaline pulsating through my body. The noise from the crowd is deafening. Who would’ve thought a bunch of chicks could get so rowdy? Aubrey, who ran off during our exit, is waiting for us, a huge smile on her face as she jumps up and down. Without thinking, I sweep her into my arms and hug her, easily lifting her off her feet.

“You guys killed it,” she squeals. “They’re
still
screaming for you. I can’t believe how good you were.” She shakes her head, her cheeks flushed pink. “If I didn’t know you, I’d have thought you were professionals. Maybe you all should be considering a career change. You’re all still fucking dead, though.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I’m more than happy to do whatever I need to for Max, but I can’t see myself making a career out of it.” I turn to her and smirk. “I do have a few more tricks up my sleeve, though I’d like to save them for someone special.”

Her face goes red and I laugh as her eyes dart toward the other guys, making sure they didn’t catch on, as if they didn’t realise it when I had Aubrey on stage. She glares at me, which only makes me laugh harder. God, she’s so easy to wind up.

“That was insane,” Nash laughs and slaps me on the back.

“Too insane,” I grin. “I had no idea how fun it would be.”

“Yeah, but you know Max is going to kill you, right?” Cam comments. Yeah. I’m pretty sure if there’s video out there somewhere, which I’m sure there will be, he’s going to see it wasn’t just a show for a crowd, but a show for Aubrey. Go big or go home, right?

I’m still coming down from the high hours later. We’re sitting around a table at the back of the pub, knocking back drinks like they’re free. The only people left in the place are us and a handful of chicks who have been acting like our groupies. The guys are making the most of the attention they’re getting from the women, but honestly, I’ve barely even noticed. The only chick I care about is sitting opposite me.

Aubrey says something to Sam, who sits next to her. Kicking my shoe off, I stretch my leg out under the table and run my foot along the inside of her thigh. Gasping, she jumps. Her wide eyes settle on mine accusingly as I smirk back at her.

“I still can’t believe you did that to me,” she mutters. She narrows her eyes at me like she knows it was my idea. I cross my arms over my chest and smirk at her.

“Come on,” Sam teases. “Any woman in that crowd would’ve loved to have been in your position.”

“So why didn’t you pick one of them?” she retorts, her cheeks glowing. “My brother is going to kill you all. You know that, right?”

“It was worth it,” I grin. Yawning, I stretch my arms out. Every part of my body aches, and all I want to do is collapse on my bed and sleep for a few hours. “We should call Max and tell him how it went.”

“Already did,” Aubrey smiles. “Told him all about it. Even your little off script performance. Trust me, he’s gonna kill you.” She holds her head high, as if she loves the idea of Max ripping into me.

“Again, it was worth it,” I say, winking at her. Sam eyes me thoughtfully as he finishes the last of his drink. I raise my eyebrows at him, almost daring him to say something. He shakes his head slightly, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Well, as much as I’d love to spend the night chatting to you guys, I better get home and face Laura.”

“Face her?” I laugh. “Sounds serious. She didn’t come tonight?”