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Every time she screamed out filled his passion and made him go harder. Faster.
“Yes. Yes. Dre!Yesss!”
Her nails dug into his shoulders as she bucked wildly against him, chasing her orgasm when suddenly she cried out. Screaming his name over and over until she surrendered to her release.
Drevon loved watching her fall apart, and within seconds, a hot wave of passion raged through his body and launched him over the proverbial edge of his control.
Chest heaving, he collapsed against Antika, pressing her against the tiled wall and probably holding her too tight as he struggled to catch his breath.
They stood there, body limp, knees weak, and panting heavily near each other’s ears. Even when the water started to cool, it took them a while before either could move.
Drevon blew out an exhausted breath then finally lifted his head. “You okay?” he asked, and his heart flipped inside his chest when a sensual smile graced her lips.
“Better than okay.”
She kissed him so sweetly, and in that moment, Drevon knew he was all the way gone.
ChapterTwenty-Three
Drevon stood on Jet’s doorstep, waiting for him to open the door. He could hear Rocky, Jet’s two-year-old boxer, barking on the other side of the threshold. He’d been debating with himself for the last three days since returning from New York on whether to talk to his boys about Antika. Even with them checking in a few times, texting back and forth on stuff, he hadn’t really shared much about her since telling them about the engagement.
Today, though, he needed to hash it out with someone and determine next steps with her.
Jet might not be the best sounding board—mainly because he wasn’t looking to fall in love and settle down, especially no time soon. Yet, he lived the closest.
What the hell is taking him so long? Instead of ringing the bell again, Drevon pounded on the door.
They all had keys to each other’s houses, but after Montez walked into Jet’s house one morning when he had a woman there, they all decided that ringing the doorbell was a must.
“What’s up, Dre?”
Drevon whirled around, surprised to see his cousin.
“Not much,” he said, and they gave each other a fist bump. “What’s up with you?”
“Nothing, but why aren’t you answering your phone? I just left you a message to see what you were up to.”
Before Drevon could respond, the barking stopped, and the door swung open. Jet, wearing a wrinkled T-shirt and sweatpants, looked as if he hadn’t slept in days. While he held on to Rocky’s collar, his gaze bounced between Drevon and Montez.
“What is this, some type of intervention?” he asked dryly and opened the door wider for them to enter.
“It wasn’t but should it be?” Drevon asked, giving his friend another once-over before strolling into his townhome. “You look like hell, man.”
“You should talk. Your ass don’t look that great, either,” Jet said, following behind them. “Wait. Dre, if you’re here looking like someone kicked your puppy, that means you must be having woman problems.”
They knew each other too well. It was almost scary, and if Jet’s appearance was any indication, they both might be having issues on the same subject.
Drevon couldn’t speak for him, but what he was feeling these days about Antika was nothing like anything he’d ever dealt with in his life.
Something had shifted between him and hisfiancéeduring their trip. Something he didn’t know how to fix. He had come back a different man, and now he had to figure out how to move forward.
“What’s it going to be tonight, boys?” Jet asked, and pointed into his dining room where he had a dining table that easily converted to a pool table. It had to be one of the top ten greatest inventions. “We shooting pool, or are we going to make all of our issues disappear with liquor?”
“I vote liquor.” Drevon kept walking until he reached the kitchen. “I can’t handle you guys kicking my ass in pool tonight.”
His ego wouldn’t be able to deal with it. His pool game was all right, but Jet and Montez were better. Now, had it been golf or basketball they were going to play, he could give them a run for their money.
“Fine. We can drink, and I’ll see if I can help you two with whatever the hell is going on with you,” Montez said and sat on the bar stool next to Dre while Jet went to the other side of the counter.