“I love seeing you in lace,” he murmured as he lowered his head, continuing to kiss across the soft rise of her breast, his tongue skimming across the lacy edge of her lingerie.
“There’s more to see,” she replied breathlessly, slipping the other strap off her shoulder and letting the dress pool at her waist.
Tony grunted and fell to his knees in front of her. “I need to worship these beauties for a bit,” he growled, burying his nose between her breasts and breathing her in.
Trina threaded her fingers through his thick, blonde hair and tilted her head back, letting her eyes fall closed so she could concentrate on the feel of his mouth on her.
Tony cupped her breasts in his hands and brushed his thumbs over her lace-covered nipples. It was a gentle caress but it arrowed straight to her core and drew a long, low moan from her throat. He followed the caress with his lips, sucking one tight bud into his mouth, lace and all. She fisted her hands in his hair, holding him still so he couldn’t move, not that he seemed to be in any rush to move. He suckled her, stoking the fire inside her with the heat of his mouth. Then he switched to the other side. It brought and erotically charged sensation of the cool night air on one wet nipple and the hot, moist suction of his mouth on the other. She moaned again, the contrast of hot and cold on her sensitive skin sending her nervous system into overdrive.
“God I’ve missed you,” Tony breathed, his hands going around her back to flick the clasp of her bra undone and baring her to the night air.
He touched her reverently, his rough fingertips tracing circles on the newly-exposed skin. Her hands slid out of his hair and down onto his shirted shoulder. She plucked at the fabric.
“Your turn,” she whispered. “I want to see you too.”
He tilted his face up to hers and Trina took a mental photo of the sight. She would never tire of having him look at her that way and she wanted to remember this moment for the rest of her life.
“You’re going to have to help me,” he said roughly, “because I don’t want to stop touching you, not even for a minute.”
Trina smiled and tugged on the bow tie, pulling it free, and then she reached for the buttons of his shirt. The simple task was complicated by the way he continued to caress her and kiss her and nibble at her. Her breasts were heavy and full and her nipples tight and hard and preening for his attention. Her brain was a fog as she tried to get her fingers to work. Eventually she got enough buttons undone that she could drag his shirt over his head and he had to break contact with her to remove it fully, but it was worth it.
Tony was fucking glorious in the moonlight. He’d always been built, but he was leaner now, his muscles more defined and Trina’s mouth watered to trace all those hills and valleys with her tongue and her fingers.
“I want to see all of you,” Tony rasped, tugging at her dress.
Trina gripped the hot skin of his shoulders and wiggled her hips, letting the dress slither down her legs and fall to the ground. Tony sucked in a breath as he saw the barely-there knickers in matching red lace.
He snicked a finger under the waistband and looked up at her. “May I?”
She nodded and he drew the lace down over her hips, baring her entirely to his eyes. He groaned as he saw the thin waxed landing strip on her mons, something she hadn’t done when they were together.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he whispered before placing his mouth on her.
Tony was sure he must have died and gone to heaven. There was no other explanation for why he felt like he was floating in space with nothing but choirs of angels singing. No, that was a lie. There was an explanation and that was the very real, very alive woman in his arms.
The three words on his tongue wanted to be heard, but he knew he couldn’t release them. Not now. Not yet. He sensed the initial hesitancy in Trina on the drive over and he knew this wasn’t the reunion where everything was forgiven and they could pick up where they left off. This was just the first step and he needed to tread carefully if he wanted Trina back in his life for good. Telling her he loved her would slam that door closed faster than two shakes of a lamb’s tail.
He buried his face between her thighs and drank her in. He’d missed her so fucking much that his heart ached. Now that he had her back, he wanted to keep her.
“Tony,” she murmured, her hands sliding over his fevered skin.
“Yeah, Button?” he asked, tilting his head up to her.
She smiled softly at the old nickname. “Get naked,” she said.
He chuckled. “Come down here and help me then,” he said, laying back on the blanket.
She kneeled beside him and went to work on his belt while he kicked his boots off. His eyes didn’t stray from the sway of her breasts as she worked to get him naked and then he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she wrapped her hand around his dick and stroked.
“Fuck me,” he breathed.
“That’s the idea,” she responded cheekily.
He managed to kick his pants off and lifted her so she straddled him. The wet warmth of her core pressing into his naked and straining cock was heaven on earth. She rocked against him and he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to maintain control. When she lifted up to slide him home, he froze, and gripped her hips, stopping her. He opened his eyes and looked at her, her own eyes puzzled at his actions.
“Condom,” he said.
They hadn’t used protection for years because Trina was on birth control and they were in a monogamous relationship, but things had changed.
She nodded once and reached for his pants, pulling the condom out of his wallet—he was a damned boy scout with being prepared and all. He watched her with hooded eyes as she tore the wrapper open and plucked the condom out. He gritted his teeth against the pleasure as she rolled it on him. The way his body was reacting to even the simplest touch of hers was ridiculous. He wasn’t a teenager anymore—far from it—but his cock was behaving like he was a sixteen-year-old virgin all over again.
She stroked him a couple of times and he opened his eyes to watch her. She had a hungry look on her face as she watched his dick slide through her hand.
“Trina,” he urged, his need acute.
She winked at him and then slid her hands up over his belly to his chest so she could lever herself up and over him. He watched as she slid down onto him, joining them together.
Tony exhaled roughly, his fingers curling into her hips as she took him all the way in. It was the best fucking thing to happen to him in nearly a year. She moaned, her head tipping back, her lips parting and her eyes fluttering shut. Her back arched and her breasts lifted and lowered as she panted, her nipples tight peaks in the moonlight. She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.
Unable to keep still another minute, Tony rocked his pelvis up into her and she ground down against him. They began to move in a synchronised rhythm that was in no way diminished by the familiarity of it. This felt good, it felt right. Their bodies knew one another, and they responded in kind.
Tony reached one hand up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over a hard nipple. His other hand found the place where they were joined and he added some friction to the bundle of nerves just the way he knew she liked. A small mewl of approval escaped her lips and she moved faster, harder, slamming herself down on him as she rode him to her climax. He wanted to close his eyes and enjoy the feel of her, but he didn’t want to miss a moment of it. He wanted to record every breath and moan and photograph every move.
“More,” she cried and he gave her what she asked for.
He was close but he wouldn’t let himself lose control until she came first. He didn’t want to miss it. He’d missed too much of her life and from here on out, he didn’t want to miss another thing.
Trina froze above him, her inner muscle clenching, and she came with a cry. It was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. The pulsing of her core squeezing him broke his control and he let his climax come. It rushed through him like a freight train, stealing
his sight, and tearing a roar from his throat.
Trina collapsed over him, their bodies slicked with sweat, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close as his heart thundered in his chest. The words were there again, on the tip of his tongue, but he swallowed them down and kissed her damp shoulder.
She snuggled into him and he let his eyes fall closed, memorising the feel of her in his arms.
7
Love You Goodbye - One Direction
It was early when Trina stirred. Stupid kookaburras and their early morning wake-up call. She groaned and blinked her eyes open and it took her a minute to realise where she was.
Not in her bed, that was for sure.
Not in a bed at all.
She pushed up onto her elbow, the thin blanket falling down to her waist and exposing her still-naked skin to the morning light.
“Now there’s a sight I don’t mind waking up to,” Tony said, his voice rough with sleep and his eyes hungry.
Trina tugged the blanket up to cover her nakedness, her cheeks pinking with embarrassment. What was that saying about the chooks coming home to roost? Yeah, so this was that awkward morning after the shit she had hoped to avoid. Instead, satiated with multiple orgasms and exhausted from several rounds of energetic sex, she’d fallen asleep in the safe cocoon of Tony’s arms.
Dammit.
“Hey,” he said, his brow furrowing. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” she said, turning away to look at the sunrise.
Tony sat up beside her and trigged the blanket closer around her shoulders. “It’s not nothing,” he said.
She sighed and pulled her knees up so she could rest her chin on them. “We can’t do this, Tony,” she said, not daring to look at him.
“I don’t agree,” he murmured in response, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
Trina closed her eyes at his touch. God, she loved the way his fingers felt on her skin, but she couldn’t ignore the facts, even though she wanted too. God, did she want to.
“Talk to me,” he said, dropping a soft kiss on her bare shoulder.
“We’re broken,” she replied. “Right from the beginning, our relationship was broken and then…” she took a deep breath. “And then last year happened and…”
“Trina,” he said when she faded out. “I don’t think we’re broken. Yes, our relationship broke down, and you’re right, it was built on a rocky foundation, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fix it.” He tipped his finger under her chin and turned her to face him. “I love you. I have never stopped loving you.”
She pulled away from him, reaching for her dress. “You don’t mean that,” she said, pulling it over her head, sans underwear. Shit, she didn’t even know where her underwear was.
He let her go, leaning back on his arms and watching her, a fire in his eyes. “Yes, I do.”
Trina pushed to her feet and pulled her dress down. She put her hands on her hips and looked down at him. He was so fucking gorgeous and she wanted to believe him, she really, really did, but…it hurt so much last time. She didn’t think she could survive it again if they took this chance and then it ended in heartbreak.
“It was just the sex,” she said, running her hands through her tangled hair and trying to tame it into submission. “Don’t get me wrong,” she went on, “it was great sex. It’s always great sex with you, but you are only saying these things because of all the hormones and shit. You don’t love me.”
“It was not just sex,” Tony growled, climbing to his feet and clutching the blanket around his waist.
He took a step toward her and slid his hand around her neck and into her hair. He rested his forehead against hers and she closed her eyes. She wanted to believe him more than anything in the world. She wanted to go back too. She wanted to pick up where they left off more than she wanted her next breath, but it just wasn’t possible. They were both different people now and if they went back, they would revert back to the damaged and broken people they were. It would be just repeating the same mistake. Wasn’t that the very definition of insanity?
“Trina,” he breathed and the hurt and longing in his voice tugged at her heart. “I love you, Trina. Please believe me.”
She raised her hands and curled then around his neck, tipping her face up so she could brush a soft kiss on his lips. “You love the idea of us,” she whispered against his lips. “And so do I, but that’s not how relationships work. There’s too much baggage between us. Too many hurtful words and…I don’t know if I can move on from that.”
He exhaled roughly and then kissed her. She should have pushed him away, but she didn’t. She should have ended it, but she couldn’t. She wanted him as much today as she had five years ago. She’d never stopped wanting him, but wanting him made her do stupid shit and she wanted to be better than that…and yet…she still kissed him back like her life depended on it.
Troy drove Trina back to her car and waited in his truck until she drove away. He hit the steering wheel in frustration and then leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes. He knew this would happen. He knew she’d run scared at the first chance she got.
And maybe she was right. Maybe there was too much hurt between them, too many words said and unsaid. Too much baggage. But fuck if he didn’t want to at least try again. He’d never felt this way about anyone else and there was something inside him that was not yet done with Katrina Anne Farraday.
A tap on his window had him opening his eyes and turning to glare at whoever it was interrupting his pity party. Daniel waved to him and made the wind-the-window-down motion with his hand. Tony powered the window down and glared at his friend.
“Whoa, who pissed in your cornflakes?” he asked.
Tony shook his head and rolled his eyes. “What do you want?”
“I was thinking breakfast, but maybe you need something stronger?”
Tony sighed. “Yeah, breakfast sounds good. I do need coffee.”
He turned off the truck and climbed out of the cab, still wearing the tux pants and shirt from the night before. Daniel eyed him up and down, the corner of his mouth tipping up in a smirk.
“Are you doing the walk of shame, bro?”
“Something like that.”
They crossed the road together headed for the cafe.
“Who was the lucky lady?”
“I don’t kiss and tell,” Tony responded.
No way was he going to tell Daniel about him and Trina, at least not until he worked out how to win her back. Her little speech this morning hadn’t swayed him to her way of thinking in the slightest, it only made him more determined to at least try it all again with her. And again and again until they got it right. He knew she was it for him even if she hadn’t come to the same realisation yet.
Daniel grunted in response and then turned to look at him. “It doesn’t look like it went all that well,” he said, one of his light brown eyebrows quirking. “You look more wound up than a guy should after a successful B&S hook-up.”
Tony huffed out a breath. “Oh, it was good night,” he said. “In fact, a good night had by all. Multiple times.”
“But?”
“But she only wanted one night.”
“And you wanted more?” Daniel sounded skeptical.
“I want more.” Tony confirmed.
They pushed through the door into the cafe and Daniel held off on the inquisition Tony knew was coming as they ordered coffee and breakfast. They took a seat in the back, as far from the listening ears of the nosy Hope Springs gossips as they could, and then Daniel narrowed his gaze at Tony.
“You hooked up with Trina.”
It wasn’t an accusation, just a statement of fact.
“Am I that bloody transparent?” Tony asked, his fingers fiddling with the salt and pepper shakers.
“Dude, you’ve been walking around here like a zombie for the last nine months, or at least, you do when you leave that shitty job and come home. I can only imagine you act pret
ty much the same up in the Pilbara. The only woman you would come away from a one night stand with wanting more would be Trina. Anybody with a brain can see you’re still hung up on her.”
“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” Tony said.
“Fuck, I don’t know, man,” Daniel said with a sigh. “What happened between you was pretty messed up.”
“Yeah, I suppose, but don’t you think there’s a way to get past it? If we both stop with the bullshit and just be honest with one another, don’t you think we could make it work?” Tony searched Daniel’s face for a response. “It wasn’t all crappy. We were happy and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. That hasn’t gone away.”
“You still love her?”
“Of course I do. We both did things to hurt one another, but I never stopped loving her.”
“Sutton will have a cow,” Daniel murmured.
“Yeah, well, Sutton needs to get her own shit sorted and stop meddling in mine.”
“So, what’s the plan then?” Daniel asked, leaning back in his seat. “How are you going to get her back?”
“Fucked if I know,” Tony said with a sigh.
8
Dammit - Jana Kramer
Trina was woken a few days later by her mother barging into the cabin.
“Mu-um,” she whined, pulling the covers over her head and burrowing back under the covers. “It’s too early.”
“Come on Trina, up you get. We’ve got a lot to do today.”
Trina groaned. With Zoë and Blake’s wedding just a few days away, Julia was in a tizzy. It didn’t matter that Zoë had a wedding co-ordinator pulling together Hope Springs’ wedding of the millennium, Julia was elbow deep in all the planning too. Trina would bet Julia was driving the wedding co-ordinator bonkers with her constant interfering, but Sophie—wedding co-ordinator to the billionaires—just smiled and took it in stride.
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