Chapter 82

“Da’?” There was pleading in his voice. “Do you forgive me?”

I sighed and held out my hand, all thoughts of caution vanished as Drew pulled me to him, his gaze hot. I wanted to rub myself against the hard cock I could feel nudging the crease of my thigh and nuzzle the rough stubble of his morning beard. I completely forgot we had an audience, and that it wouldn’t do for his family to see how aroused he had me, so early in the morning.

“Drew.” Robin’s shout echoed through the first floor of the house, startling me out of my musing. “St. John’s gone, and I don’t have time to get my Jag; I’m taking the MG.”

Drew reached for a lock of my hair and tugged gently before taking the keys from a hook on the wall. He tightened his grip on my hand and gave a light tug. As if on a lead, I followed him into the hallway, observing as he tossed the keys to his brother, who caught them with ease. The front door slammed shut behind Robin.