DREA (GxG)

23. {Cat's out of the bag}

Everything was a disaster. Drea's pants were ruined, which meant she didn't have anything to wear downstairs. The stupid decision she made to leave her luggage in the living room was coming to haunt us. Thank God I'd taken mine up with me when I was going to shower, but my clothes barely fit her because she was so damn tall, and her ass was big. I found a dress and looked over at her. "No." She dismissed and went back to applying make-up. "Jesus Christ! Jules, how many of these freaking things did you leave on me!" she complained, spinning around and around in the mirror to search for more hickies. Such a melodramatic ass.

But I flushed. "I'm sorry. You're really suckable."

"I mark really easily." She scoffed. "You need to exercise some self-control."

"Says the person who keeps kissing me every five seconds."

"You have very nice lips."

"Well, I'm sorry for you because the minute we walk out of that door, you're banned." I finished dragging on my shoes and stood up.

She watched me, leaving the mirror to come over. I watched her come, my eyes sweeping over her body. She bit her lip as she stopped before me. "Then I'm not going out that door." She kissed me quickly.

I rolled my eyes. "You need to put some clothes on."

"I will, whenever you go downstairs to fetch them."

I stared at her. "You want me to go downstairs alone? To deal with everyone? By myself."

"Just run when you reach the living room."

"Or," my arms wrapped around her waist, you can put this on and we can go grab it TOGETHER." I held up a pair of grey sweatpants for her. It was baggy on me so it should fit her well. She took it and held it up to study it. She held it against her hips, and it looked like it could fit so she dragged it on. It fitted closely but it fitted. She pulled up the legs a little, pulled down the waist a little then checked herself out in the mirror. She was hot.

"I'm stealing this as a replacement for the pants you ruined."

"Oh no. I'm loaning it to you. You're giving it back as soon as you get your things." She ignored me, spanking her own ass. I watched her, biting my lip. "Let's go," I told her, heading towards the door. I feel her hands grab my hips then I feel her pressed up against my back. Her lips found my neck as her hand left my hip, sliding up my stomach, groping my breast then gently closing around my neck. I moaned. "Drea, I just took a shower."

I felt her breath against the side of my face and turned to look at her. Her hand around my neck gripped my chin, tilting my head even more towards her. "We shouldn't have done this. Now, I'm going to have a problem keeping my hands off you."

I gulped. "You need to exercise some self-control."

She chuckled, grazing my lips with hers. "Perhaps," she breathed then she kissed me passionately. I melted, unable to resist her. I spun in her arms, wrapping my hands around her neck and deepening the kiss. She moans into it. A moan that I knew was obviously fake. Then she goes. "Yess! Yes..."

My face instantly heated up. "Stop!"

She continued between kisses, grinning. "Yes...yes...Oh God! I'm going to--"

I gave her a nervous laugh. "You're a clown." I pulled back meeting her eyes. "Satisfied?"

She pecks me again. "Satisfied."

"Good, let's go."

Before she could do anything else, I pulled the door open and dragged her out. "Wait!" she pulled back, rushed into the room, and came back carrying the bottle of wine. "This is Grace's and it's probably why she called. Ready for this walk of shame?"