Page 150 of Drop Three

Navy cries out, “Ahhh, Bodhi…I…yes.”

My cock is hard as stone beneath my towel, and I have to fight myself not to rub it against the mattress in front of me to relieve the ache.

I won’t, though.

I want Navy to be the one that makes me lose control with either my cock buried to the hilt in her tight little cunt or taking me into the back of her throat.

Any of those options sounds like fucking heaven.

A long moan leaves Navy’s mouth as I pick up my pace. “B, do you hear that?” She pants, her voice coming out in a whisper.

“It’s probably the fan kicking on. Be here with me,” I tell her, reaching my free hand to grab her left breast.

“It sounds like knocking…” she whimpers through moans.

Tap. Tap. I think she’s right. But who would be at my house this late?

“Shit. You’re right. I don’t want to stop this,” I tell her, settling back a little so she can hear me clearly, contemplating if I’m strong enough to leave my spot.

Navy exhales loudly. “It’s okay. Go see who it is. Like you said, we’ve got time.”

I nod, trying to convince myself she will still be here when I return.

I walk to the side of the bed and sit beside her, carefully removing the silk blindfold from her eyes and bringing my hand to the side of her face. “This moment…here with you…means everything to me. You mean everything to me.”

Navy nods as our gazes collide and we share an intimate moment of clarity. Whether or not we’re prepared for the outcome, we both want this, and it’s happening.

I place a soft kiss on her lips and tell her I’ll be right back.

I put on basketball shorts and grab a T-shirt to wear as I descend the stairs.

“Just a second,” I call out.

I’m not sure why someone would knock on my door at ten o’clock at night—especially when the rest of the guys are at Jethro’s. What I didn’t expect, however, was the face of the woman I’ve seen in my nightmares more times than I can count, but also the woman at the front of some of my happiest memories.

And she looks like she’s here to see me.

Fuck, it’s been too long.

We’ve already talked on the phone…so what now? I guess it’s time to find out.

“Gwendolyn.”

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“Oh,god. Were you sleeping? I’m so sorry if I woke you. I can leave and come back in the morning. Shit, what was I thinking?”

I’m shocked she’s here. At my house. Unannounced. It’s unexpected.

“Gwendolyn, it’s okay. Are you okay?”

She nods. “I’m okay.”

“Come hug me. It’s been a long time.” I reach for her, pulling her into a hug. Hopefully, she doesn’t smell Navy on me. I’m betting I reek of sex and good decisions, but I can’t not hug her after everything that’s happened between us.

My thoughts quickly drift to Navy upstairs, hoping she’s okay. I’m not sure why Gwendolyn is here, and I don’t know how long this visit will take. I make a mental note to check on her if Gwendolyn is still here after ten minutes.

“It has,” she exhales in a laugh, wrapping her arms around me.

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