Drew & Courtney Duet

Chapter 4

CHAPTER FOUR

DREW

“I want her gone,” Mia demands as she plops on the couch with her arms crossed.

I stare at her confused. “Who?”

“Courtney. I don’t want you living with her anymore,” she explains, her voice firm.

I shake my head at her. “That’s not your decision to make.”

She stands, c*****g her hip out. “As your girlfriend, it is.”

“Where is this coming from? Courtney isn’t the issue in our relationship, Mia.”

“She spews hate and jealousy, which obviously isn’t good for us. So, you can choose—me or her.”

“That’s not true. Courtney isn’t the reason we fight.”

“No? Well, we’re fighting right now and look who just happens to be here.” She waves her hand up in the air, and I follow it behind me. Courtney is standing by the table, digging in her purse. I can tell she heard everything by the somber look on her face. Her blonde hair curled and down, makeup that makes her look like a supermodel, and a tight little skirt and low-cut shirt. She’s almost eye to eye with me in those high heels. When she’s dressed like that, it’s hard to remember she’s one of the guys, which really doesn’t help my plea with Mia about it. f*****g fantastic.

“Mia,” I hiss, my jaw locked as I look back at her. I can’t believe Mia’s doing this right now.

“You’ll make your choice and you’ll make it right now.” Her voice is full of venom, and her eyes are narrowed and threatening.

“You’re being ridiculous.”

She grits her teeth together and speaks between them. “If you don’t, it’s over. So, let me know when you make up your mind, okay?” Mia’s shaking in anger as she grabs her purse from the couch.

I place my hand on her shoulder, turning her back around. “Please, don’t do this.”

“I don’t like you and her being around each other. And it needs to stop.” She tilts her head around me, and I turn to see what she’s looking at.

Courtney’s no longer there, but that doesn’t mean she can’t hear us.

“Perhaps if we had some privacy once in a f*****g while, we could talk about this like adults.”

“Fine, if it’ll make you calm down, I’ll talk to her about it. Can we drop this for now, please?” I plead with my eyes, grabbing her hand in mine.

“Really?” She smiles, stepping closer.

I nod, eating my words. “Yes. I don’t want us to fight anymore.”

She nods in agreement, but then pulls away and throws her bag over her shoulder.

“Wait. Where are you going?” I ask, confused.

“I’m going home.” She walks toward the door. “When you make your decision, call me.”

I follow behind and grab her hand. “Stay with me.”

She shakes her head. “It’ll just lead to s*x. And I have an appointment in the morning. This is for the best.” Mia stands on her tiptoes and gives me a quick kiss on the cheek before she walks out the door and gets in her Mercedes then drives away.

Once she’s gone, I can’t contain the anger I feel. “f**k!”

I hear rattling in the kitchen and glance in to see Courtney messing around in the fridge. s**t, I didn’t realize she was in here.

She slams it shut and jumps a little when she sees me in the doorway.

“I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just grabbing a few things before heading out.”

“It’s not your fault.”

The air between us is thick, and I know she’s probably thinking the worst. “Listen, Court—”

“You want me to move out,” she interrupts. The words sound worse aloud that I anticipated. I can’t imagine Courtney leaving. Nor do I want to.

“I really don’t,” I begin, hoping she can see how awful I feel about this. “Mia will get over it.”

“And if she doesn’t?” she asks, raising her brows. She knows Mia as well as I do it would seem.

I shrug because I don’t know the answer to that.

She steps toward me and places her hand on my arm. “You deserve better, Drew Fisher. I’ll leave if it’s what you want, but when you come to your senses, it might be too late.”

Her words hit me like a ton of bricks. She walks away before I can respond, which is probably best because I have no response to that. I can’t imagine not having Courtney in my life, but I also need to give my relationship with Mia a real chance.

My heart pounds in my chest, thinking about everything, and what each decision would mean. Courtney and I are good as roommates. I know I can count on her to help keep the house and yard clean, pay her half of the bills on time, or be the first one to tell me when our towels need to be washed. It’s simple, and between work and Mia, I need something in my life to be simple.

I lay on the couch and think about Mia. We’ve been together over three years, and we’ve had so many ups and downs, even I get confused on where the ups begin and where the downs end. But I love her, and I want to make this work. I have this weekend off, and I had hoped she’d stay so we could spend some real quality time together before the wedding.

Closing my eyes, I drift off, thinking of Mia and Courtney and how I’m going to figure this one out. When I finally close them for good, it’s not Mia face I see or her voice I hear.

“Drew,” Courtney says, sauntering into the living room with nothing on but a red thong and matching b*a. I’m confused by her boldness and wonder what the hell she’s thinking. She’s never walked around the house like this, and somehow, I’m not complaining.

“What are you doing?” I give her a pointed look.

She walks toward me and sits on my lap, straddling me. Her perky breasts press against my bare chest and my heartbeat pounds harder. I take short breaths as I try to understand what she’s doing.

“Court—”

“Shhh,” she shushes me, placing a finger over my lips and offers a sultry smirk.

“But,” I challenge, but it’s no use.

“Shut up,” she demands with a sly smile. She leans in closer and drags her pouty lips against my neck and plants kisses up my neck to my ear. “I’m tired of waiting for Mr. Right, so I’m finally taking what I want.”

I should be pushing her away, but her lips on me feel right. She begins grinding her hips against me hard, and it feels so f*****g good that I can’t stop the moan that releases from my throat.

Instinctively, I run my fingers through her wavy hair and forcefully kiss her, taking control of the situation. It’s hard for me to hold back when she’s giving herself to me. All my inhibitions are gone and not once does it cross my mind that she’s my best friend. Right now, all my d**k knows is that she makes it hard and now I f*****g want her.

She moans against my lips, which is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. She then slides her body down mine until her knees reach the floor. Hooking her fingers in the waistband of my bottoms, she pulls them down to my ankles and runs her hands up my thighs. Smiling, she takes charge and wraps her lips around the tip of my d**k. My head falls back, gripping my fingers in the sofa cushion under me. Her mouth on me feels f*****g amazing.

Courtney licks from the bottom to the top, paying extra attention to the head until I’m throbbing for more. Her fingers dig into my thighs as she opens her mouth and places every inch inside, deep throating me until she’s gagging. Before she finishes, she stands and removes her b*a and panties until her beautiful n***d body is on full display. She stands there, staring at me with a sexy little smile on her face and all I can do is admire her. I pinch one of her taunt n*****s then slide two fingers deep inside her as I thumb her clit. She moans and sinks lower. I kiss my way up her n***d body until I’m standing eye to eye with her as I slide my fingers in and out of her wetness. Nothing is holding me back, and the urge to want to do everything overcomes me.

“I want you, Drew. f**k me,” she says in her cute country accent. Her p***y is so wet that I don’t know how much more I can take before I slam my d**k deep inside her. I place my fingers in my mouth, hoping to taste her sweetness before grabbing her hips and forcing her against the couch. Slapping her round a*s, I want to hear her scream my name as I f**k her dry.

“f**k me hard, Deputy,” she pleads. Wrapping her long blonde hair around my fist, I force her head back so I can look into her blue eyes and demand she beg for it like a good girl, and she does. I’m not sure what’s come over me, but there’s no stopping now, not while she’s looking back at me with hungry, greedy eyes.

I don’t go easy.

I give her every inch of me until she’s screaming obscenities.

“Yes. Harder. Much harder,” she demands, and I gladly do what I’m told. She screams out my name as her p***y tightens and she comes, and I continue pounding every inch of my c**k until I feel warmth cover me.

“Drew… Please, Drew…” Her moans fade away, and soon her voice is completely gone.

Confused, I blink my eyes a few times until I’m fully awake. I start to realize what the f**k just happened, but I can’t comprehend it. I close my eyes tight, knowing I need to clean myself up and calm down. My d**k is so damn hard that it hurts. I’ve not had a wet dream since I was a teenager and what’s even more awkward is who it was about.

What the f**k is wrong with me?

Not once have I thought of Courtney that way. It’s weird, and I’m not sure what to make of it. It felt real and natural and already the images of her body against mine are haunting me. Since the day we met, I’ve seen her as one of the guys, my best friend and roommate, and nothing else. My subconscious has played a cruel f*****g joke on me, one that I don’t think I’ll be able to forget any time soon.

Once I decide to get up and change clothes, I hear the front door swing open and click shut. Realizing I’ve got a mess in my pants because of Courtney, I sit back down and try to pretend she’s not here. I can’t bring myself to look her in the eye, and honestly, it might take me a while.

You know you’re having a bad day when even cheesecake can’t make it better. After my run in with Drew and Mia, I wasn’t in the mood to go dancing even though I was all dressed and ready to go. Kayla and I decided to go on a dessert date instead, and she’s been catching me up on all the juicy gossip on her horny neighbors. The whole time, I’ve been distracted thinking about Drew and haven’t really been listening to what she’s said.

“What’s going on?” Kayla asks, taking a huge bite of her strawberry cheesecake. Nothing gets past her.

“Life,” I say with a smile.

“Drew?” She winks at me.

“How’d you know?” I laugh.

“Because we’re basically twinsies, and it’s obvious how much you care about him.”

I sigh. “So how ‘bout those Cowboys?”

“Don’t change the subject.” She notices my deflection, a tactic I can never use against her.

“Drew’s girlfriend wants me to move out again, but it’s different this time. I don’t want Drew to choose me if she is really going to be what makes him happy, but I don’t think she is. It just hurts my heart. The sick thing is I would move if he wanted me to.”

Kayla’s mouth drops open. “Court, I’ve got a spare room or a couch if you need a place. And I don’t like this Mia chick. Everything I’ve heard about her over the years is just…ick.”

I laugh. “She’s a special kind of bitch.”

After a few hours of chatting with Kayla, we leave with hugs, and I drive home in silence, which is odd for me. Usually, I’m blaring pop music with the top down, allowing the wind to blow through my hair. Though the weather is perfect, I need time to think before I walk in and see Drew. There will be a day when we won’t be roommates because one of us will get married or in a serious relationship, but I didn’t think that day would be so soon. I never imagined Mia would give him an ultimatum. It’s low, lower than I thought she could go. Though it’s not the first time she’s demanded us apart, seeing the look on her face when she said it made it all too real.

As I pull into the driveway, I notice the Mercedes isn’t in my parking spot. I exhale, recompose myself, then walk in. Drew’s sitting on the couch but doesn’t acknowledge me when I enter, which amplifies the negative thoughts that rush through me. Maybe he’s trying to find the words to tell me to leave? I can’t imagine him doing that, but I know how women can affect men. Instead of allowing their brains to take charge, they sometimes allow their d***s to make important decisions.

Everyone knows Mia has him by the balls—which makes me even more uneasy about the situation. I’m hoping Drew is stronger than that and he doesn’t ask me to move; but if he does, I’ll go. The thought makes me so f*****g sad. It’ll tear my heart from my chest because he’s one of my best friends, and I care so much about him. I love being his roommate. It’s the first place that’s really felt like home since I moved here from Texas. I know my best friend, and I know he’s not happy, whether he’ll admit it or not. Sometimes he’s too proud to talk about how he feels, especially when it comes to her.

I hear rustling around in the living room as I pour a glass of wine, trying to forget about the day. As I lean against the doorway, Drew walks past me like I have a disease.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I say before kicking off my heels and walking to the couch with my wine. It’s still warm from where he was sitting. The shower comes on, and I finish the glass then put it in the sink. The material of the skirt is itchy, so I walk to my room and change into something more comfortable. Grabbing a tank top and pajama pants, I change and wait until I hear the water stop and the bathroom door open so I can wash my face. Nonchalantly I walk to the bathroom and pass Drew in the hallway. He swallows hard and keeps walking to his room without a word exchanged. Seriously? I really hope he’s not mad at me.

After I put my hair in a messy ponytail on top of my head, I turn on the water and bend over the sink to scrub the makeup from my face then head back to my room. Before I walk in, I stand in the hallway for a second, contemplating knocking on Drew’s door. We need to talk about this before it gnaws at my sanity. Sucking in a deep breath, I take a few more steps forward and stand outside his door. Right when I go to knock, he opens the door and is standing there staring at me like I’m a ghost.

“Why are you being so weird?” I ask.

He looks into my eyes then looks away. “I’m not.”

“Yes, you are. Listen, I’m sorry about today. Whatever you want in life, I support that. You can always talk to me about anything. Okay?”

Drew nods. “Thanks.” He walks past me, and I stand there confused by his shortness.

“So, are you still mad at me?” I yell down the hall when he’s out of sight.

It’s completely silent for a few seconds, and my heart begins to race. Maybe I shouldn’t have blurted that out? Maybe there was a better way to ask him?

As soon as I let out a sigh, Drew yells back, “No.”

A big smile crosses my face, and I’m genuinely happy.

“Good,” I whisper with a smile. I head back to my room and climb into bed.