Dances with Monsters(176)

They took her to the station and she gave her statement and answered questions, then allowed the officers to take pictures of the wounds to her forehead and the inside of her mouth, as well as the bruising on her body from where Carter had gripped and pressed against her. She'd been nervous about the photographs, but a very nice female officer took her to a private room to get the photos on her body. She was then told that a prosecuting attorney would be contacting her within a day or so to get the charges formally filed. Drew sighed, knowing she would have to return to a courtroom again at some point, but Carter Steele deserved to be in jail for the problems he'd caused everyone.

Heath was waiting for her when she came outside and he took her immediately to the veterinary hospital that Rocky was at, where her sisters still were. The vets on staff assured her that despite his broken front leg and two cracked ribs, he would make a full recovery with plenty of TLC. They planned to keep him overnight to make sure that he remained stable. Drew hadn't wanted to leave, but Heath gently pointed out there was nothing she could do for him that wasn't already being done. He promised to bring her back bright and early to pick him up in the morning.

Heath drove them all back to Bloomfield, to the café. Connor had contacted him earlier, saying that he and Lana and John were heading home as the girls had been upset at the sight of the police, Drew's wounds, and Rocky being hurt. Drew felt horrible, even though she knew she hadn't done anything wrong. She silently vowed to make it up to the two small girls.

Nik and Toni hugged their baby sister, and then took turns hugging Heath, being careful of his own cracked ribs, before heading off with their own husbands and children.

It was almost eleven o'clock by the time Drew convinced both of her parents that she was just fine, that nothing else was going to be happening. The threat had been resolved, she had promised them. Finally, they relented and headed back to their apartment, promising to see her first thing in the morning.

Bunz had lingered throughout everything and looked utterly exhausted. She put a hand on Drew's shoulder.

"You want company tonight?" she asked. "I can stay over with you if you don't want to be alone. Or –" She glanced at Heath and her full lips twisted into a little smirk. "Or I can go home."

"Um," Drew said awkwardly. She didn't want to chase her friend off, but she also didn't want Heath to leave.

"It's cool," Bunz said, a full grin on her face. She reached out to pull Drew into a quick hug. "I'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

She and Heath headed back upstairs to her apartment again. He frowned as he pulled the security chain into place.

"Have to take a look at the lock tomorrow," he muttered, mostly to himself. "I can probably fix it." He rose to his feet, stretching a little. He glanced at Drew, leaning against the wall next to the kitchen and staring moodily off into space. "You okay? You hungry?"

Drew shook her head. "No, I'm good. I'm just—tired." She glanced up at him and held her arms out. "Can we go to bed?"

Heath nodded and reached out to pull her into his side. "Yeah."

He was lying in her bed quietly, waiting for her to come out of the bathroom once she had showered and brushed her teeth. His pre-bed routine didn't seem to take half as long as hers, but he was content when she finally crawled under the covers beside him wearing a white ribbed tank top that just barely covered her bottom and nothing else. As she snuggled up to his side and his hand trailed down her body, he fought the urge to really touch her like he wanted. It had been an incredibly stressful night, and he just wanted her to be able to relax and go to sleep.

Then he felt her hand begin to stroke his bare stomach sensuously and his felt himself immediately harden at her touch. It had been less than a week since their last sexual encounter but now that he'd experienced it with her, he found himself missing it and her body immensely. He stayed still but let the hand that was around her trail down a little further, finding the expanse of smooth flesh below the hem of the long tank top. He stroked it with his fingertips and was rewarded with her little shiver. He felt her lips press into the side of his neck and he tensed his muscles to repress a little shiver of his own. He turned his head slightly toward hers and before he had fully finished the movement of his head, she was hungrily attacking his mouth with her own. He could hardly keep up with her, sliding both of his hands into her hair as if to keep her head still so he could catch up and try to slow her down.

But Drew didn't seem to want to be slowed. She maneuvered her body on top of his, careful to hold her weight up with her hands and not put pressure on his ribs. He smoothed her hair to one side and relaxed as her kisses slowed slightly and she began to suck gently at his lips and his tongue. A moment later, he felt warmth from her core as it settled directly on top his hardened length, still encased in his boxer briefs. He grunted softly at the pressure and sensation he immediately felt, and then she started moving her hips on him.