by V J Lee
Trevor ignored the sting of those last three words. “Why him? Of all the beings on this planet, why him? No one can compete with him.” He released her and ran his hands through his hair, over and over again.
“I was in medical, doing inventory, trying to avoid you and Petra, when he stumbled in, hurt and out of energy. He didn’t want my energy. He just wanted me to clean him up, so he could drag his ass out on the street and find someone random. I practically forced myself on him.”
“Why would you do that? He has been with at least a million others, and not just women, Rissa.”
“Well, now, I guess that makes me a million-and-one. Why would you sleep with Petra after everything she has done to you? You know what, never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“It’s over, Rissa. You know when I went to see my lawyer? It wasn’t about my parents’ estate. It was about ensuring that Petra couldn’t take Jacob away from me when I left her. She has been using him as leverage, telling me I would never see him again if we didn’t get married. Jock helped me see that she can’t do that. She put my name on the birth certificate, so I have rights. Go figure, right? Who would have guessed it?”
“What do you mean, ‘it’s over?’” Her heart was beating out of her chest.
“When we get back, I’m breaking it off with her. The wedding is off. She can have the house and a nice sum of money, in exchange for joint custody of my son. Hell, I could probably pay her off to walk away and never see Jacob again. She is that greedy.”
“Then what?” Did she dare hope? This had to be a dream. Her alarm clock would sound any minute.
“Then I do everything in my power to win you back.” He spun on her, pinning her to the wall again. This time, his lips descended on hers, kissing her hard.
Pushing him away, she said, “I can’t do this while you’re still engaged.”
“Does that mean you will when it’s over?” Rissa watched as he licked his full glistening lips.
Looking down at her leather boots, black as night against the beige marble tile, she replied, “I don’t know. It would take some time, starting over at square one. Plus, who’s to say you wouldn’t fuck her again. I mean, how did that happen, anyway?”
Trev sighed. “It was an accident, okay?”
Rissa had to snort at that. “What, you just tripped and fell into her twat, over and over again? You go to her like a moth to a flame.”
He was halfway to his room, when he turned, and said, “I guess I just hoped you would fight for us, fight for me. I didn’t want her, but she needed me so much.” He shrugged his broad shoulders and continued with a small, sad smile. “I think it was just nice to have someone who needed me to protect them. You never need anything.”
Rissa rubbed her chest as if it would take the ache away. “If I had asked you not to go to her, to your son, you would have eventually resented me. You would have ended up with her anyway. Would you have stayed, if I had asked?”
“Yes, in a fucking heartbeat.” With that, he walked through the connecting door without looking back, and it quietly clicked shut.
* * *
Trevor couldn’t sleep. He tried calling Petra. He knew he owed her more than a phone call to tell her it was over, but he wanted this done like yesterday.
Even though he had hung towels over the door cracks to keep the light in the hallway from spilling into his room, he still couldn’t rest. His mind turned over Rissa being his once again, of Rissa sleeping with other men, of her brief encounter with Cosmo. Then, there was Jacob. Could Petra share their son with him, or would she take off with the boy? He knew that once he filed custody paperwork with the courts, it was illegal for her to take him across state lines, but would that stop her from trying?
He clenched his fists in the sheets with a fury that elevated his heart rate and sent his blood pressure rising. He would track that bitch to the ends of the earth for his boy, and ultimately, might have to.
Rissa’s fears were justified. He couldn’t deny the strange hold Petra had over him. She had ripped out his heart time and time again, leaving a trail of broken pieces for him to follow right back to her. And he fell for it every fucking time. The fact that she was a lousy lay intensified his resentment, especially when compared to Rissa, whose sexuality and erotic abilities were beyond measure.
A single thought about sex with Rissa and the things that woman did to him made his cock twitch. He intended to put his hand in his boxer briefs and adjust himself, but contact with his junk and images of Rissa—riding him, tits bouncing, his hands full of her round ass—made the blood rush to his shaft, and it stiffened in his hand. If Rissa were still his, she’d jump at the chance to take care of his needs, but for now? There’s nothing wrong with a little self-love.
Wrapping his right hand around himself, he moved his index finger, making contact with the bundle of nerves under the head of his shaft that Rissa used to flick with her tongue. He gripped his girth and stroked, up and down, until he noticed the door that separated their rooms open slowly, light slicing through the darkness. Jerking his hand away, he felt a lot like a teenage boy caught masturbating by his mother.
The steam from Rissa’s recent shower billowed around her, making the light from her room seem like twinkling lights. The scent of her sweet almond shampoo from her just-washed, still-wet hair was intoxicating. She looked like Christmas morning.
Trevor’s cock throbbed, growing harder and larger at the sight of her. He stifled a groan that threatened to escape his throat.
He shifted up in bed so his back was against the headboard, then bent a leg so she couldn’t see how badly he wanted her beneath him, or on top of him, or bent over the bed while he shoved himself into her, over and over again, until they were both gasping and spent.
“So, what do you have to say?”
Shaking his head, it took him a full minute to realize she was talking to him. “Sorry, what was that?”
“Were you serious about it being over? I mean, for real?” Rissa asked.
“Yes, it is. I’ve made sure she will always be taken care of. Really, for her, that should be enough. Why?”
Rissa tugged on the damp, white terry cloth until it pulled free from her body. Trevor couldn’t take his eyes off the towel, as it dropped to the ground around her perfect little feet. His heart began to race.
“You know, usually when a woman stands naked in front of a man, he looks at her naked body, not the towel on the floor,” she scoffed. “Should I be embarrassed right now? Maybe I should go …”
“Don’t you dare…” This time, he couldn’t suppress the growl that escaped his throat. “If you leave this room, I will follow you to the ends of the earth. I need you right now, as much as I need oxygen. I want to get up off this bed and carry you back, but my dick is so hard right now, I can’t move. Please, get over here. I want to watch your naked body come to me.”
And watch he did, the way a lion watches prey, before they’re conquered and devoured. He watched the way her full sexy hips swayed and how those large breasts bounced with each step she took, which made him come completely undone. When he shifted his legs, his cotton boxers caressed his member and almost made him orgasm. Her green hazel eyes locked onto his as she licked her full red lips, nearly bringing him to completion.
Her hair was wet and darker than its usual shade, the waves slowly drying to curls that fell down her back. She stopped just far enough away that he could reach out and touch her soft skin, torturing himself, making him burn from the inside out.
“Trevor …” Just before her green hazel eyes fell to the floor, he glimpsed the hurt and sadness in them. He cursed himself, because he put it there—he was the cause of all her pain. He vowed to himself he would make it right. Here and now, as his eyes devoured her decadent body, he swore to put the light back in her eyes. She addressed him, firmly but softly. “Trevor, I don’t want to be the other woman.”
He couldn’t hold back any longer. He closed the distance between them and took her in hi
s arms. “You could never be the ‘other woman.’ My darling, you are the only woman.”
Rissa looked up at him with concern, eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I just don’t know what I would do if you left me again. I want to trust you, I really do.”
“But?”
“But, I’m so scared.”
This strong, beautiful woman, who had never been scared of anything in her life … this woman, who let Spirit Wolves chase her down for the good of humanity … was scared of what he, a mere mortal man, could do to her. The thought of it softened his erection. Trevor wanted to tell her that he would never leave her again, that she was the only woman he could ever love, but they were only words. He needed to show her how much he cared.
Tightening his arms around her small frame, he hugged her until she was gasping for breath. Soft, full breasts pushed against hard muscles; her body fit his as if they were made for each other. The idea of the two of them reuniting as a couple, made his manhood stand at attention again.
Trevor turned her so her feet hung over the edge of the bed and pushed her back, sending her into a horizontal position in front of him. He stood and faced her, admiring the naked woman sprawled out across the shiny hotel duvet. Her breathing was heavy, causing her full breasts to rise and fall in a seductive, hypnotic way. Her nipples, hard pink peaks, pled to be touched, kissed, sucked and licked. Those mountains of flesh were pure perfection. He knew how well they filled his hands.
“Mmmm … I think your cock missed me, Trevor.” A wicked grin stretched across her face.
He admired her luscious lips, taking his time to show her how much she meant to him. Then his mouth traced over the curves of her body, down to her other set of lips, framing her glistening sex. It was swollen with need. Baring his teeth to his prey, he descended to his knees.
She gasped as he flung her legs apart and pulled them over his shoulders. He felt her body shiver in anticipation of the act he was about to perform. He dove right in, licking her from perineum to clit. It was his turn to shiver. She tasted like sweet cream, and the scent of her jasmine body wash danced with her fragrant pheromones in exotic harmony. It was an aphrodisiac all in itself
“God, I love the way you taste,” he groaned at her entrance.
Rissa grabbed his head and pushed it back down to her center. “More tasting, less talking,” she groaned.
He was only too happy to oblige her. He licked her, over and over, again and again, until she was squirming under him. He then latched onto her clit, taking it between his teeth and sending her pleasure sensors through the roof. Sucking it in while twirling his tongue, he had her pulling on his hair, pushing herself into his face, grinding against his mouth.
“Do … not … stop!” she screamed between breaths, as her body began to clench and shake with pleasure. There was no stopping him, even if the devil himself was commanding him to.
Trevor continued playing her like a well-tuned instrument, adding two fingers into her core, pushing them in and out of her warm center.
“Hum! Damn it, hum! Now!” Rissa screamed at him.
Well, okay then. He took air in through his nose and started humming on her clit as he exhaled, sending her thrashing on the bed, making her muscles tighten around his fingers, until he thought they might break. As she came, hard and fast, against his mouth, he couldn’t help but smile. She always knew what she wanted sexually, and wasn’t afraid to tell him or show him, which was so different from Petra, who just laid there like a lump.
Rissa jumped up, turning on all fours with her fine, round ass in the air. “I want you to ride me like an animal. Fuck me now,” she demanded, confirming his ideas about her assertive sexuality.
Who was he to look a gift horse in the … yeah. Well, whatever … he didn’t need to be told twice.
Crawling onto the bed, he placed a knee on each side of her legs, mounting her. He was so hard for her—and only her—that his penis didn’t even need to be guided in. The damn thing knew its way home, pushing into her hot, wet canal without guidance. It was like reuniting old friends. It felt right; it felt perfect. He fit inside of her like a glove made just for him.
She moaned. “Smack my ass. Do it now.”
He slapped her right cheek with his dominant hand, feeling that he did it way too hard, yet knowing it wasn’t hard enough. His thoughts were confirmed.
“You hit like a girl. Harder, damn it. Harder!”
He smacked her, then rubbed her reddening rear. When she moaned with unbridled ecstasy, he did it again, all while pounding into her repeatedly, burying his cock to the root. His balls slapped against her clit. He knew what was coming next, so before she even said anything, he wrapped her hair around his wrist, pulling her head back.
“Yessss. Oh god, yessss.”
Trevor grabbed her jaw to turn her face toward him, as far as it would go in her current position, and kissed her mouth, hard. He then ran his tongue along the soft spot beneath her ear. Blowing on the moisture, it made her buck against him wildly. His hips thrust against her ass, again and again, causing it to jiggle upon each contact. The room was hot. Beads of perspiration appeared above his brow, while her body glistened with a fine sheen of sweat. She halted, shifting forward, so he was pulled free from her, just as he was about to bust.
Turning on her back, she looked up at him with that wild mass of hair spreading out across the bed. “Get back inside of me,” she said, as she spread her legs, touching herself.
When the head of his cock entered her, she brought her hands up to her breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples. Fixing her gaze to his, made the sensations in his body intensify in dizzying degrees. Entering her the second time was just as good as it had been the first.
He pumped into her hard and fast, the way he knew she liked it. She screamed his name, meeting him thrust for hungry thrust.
As his balls started to tighten, she stopped again. “My turn,” she heaved out.
Flipping him over on his back without breaking contact, she straddled him. Bringing his hands to her breasts, he squeezed lightly. She cupped his hands, making his grip tighter, and squeezed harder.
Rissa threw her head back, her hair brushing his thighs. The heat of the room magnified the smell of their sex, turning him on even more, if that was even possible. She rode him to the verge of orgasm before stopping, once again. She bent down, kissing him hard, her tongue penetrating his mouth the way he had penetrated her.
Although slightly tricky, she spun around while keeping him deep inside of her, so she could ride him reverse cowgirl, as her gorgeous brown hair fell down her back. What a gorgeous view … he watched himself enter her, inch by inch, then stared at her ass, until she slowly ascended. His need for release was almost painful, so he slapped her ass, hoping to increase the speed of her ride. It worked.
“Damn it, Rissa! I can’t hold back any longer. I need to finish inside of you … now.”
“Yes! Now … give it all to me … now! Baby, fill me up,” she pleaded, nearly breathless.
Trevor took hold of her hips and thrust up into her … hard … grinding into her, as he came in great spurts.
Rissa folded her body forward, grabbing his ankles and pressing her breasts against his legs. Her ass was in his direct view, cheeks spread apart. If he hadn’t just had the orgasm of his life, his dick would be twitching again.
She stretched like a cat, raising her arms up over her head and arching her back. His cock moved inside her slightly, making him grin from ear to ear. She rolled off him, too soon, in his opinion, but he would have slept inside her if she let him. The sensation of being pulled out of her hot, moist core made him shiver with the loss.
The aroma of sex was still in the air, and the combination of their two distinct scents was as erotic as hell. She was as erotic as hell. She turned and scooted her body to the edge of the bed to get up. He could, in no way, allow that to happen.
Reaching his arm out faster than she could react, he pulled her back into his
arms. Her soft curves met his hard planes—it was as if she fit him perfectly.
“Just where do you think you’re trying to run off to?”
Rissa looked up at him. “I think we need to take this slow. You haven’t even broken up with Petra yet. That makes me feel like shit, as it is. This shouldn’t have happened, but I just couldn’t help myself. I’ve missed you so damn much.” The sadness in her beautiful eyes killed him.
She tried to wriggle out of his grip again, but he held on for dear life … his life, their life together … He knew he needed to be with this woman for the rest of his life.
He rolled on top of her, pinning her down with his weight. “We’re here alone, just the two of us, for a few days. I say we don’t worry about anything but us, not the past or the future, only right now. Nothing but you, me, work and making love until neither of us can walk straight,” he said into her mouth, as he took it with authority. Coming up for air, Trevor continued. “I promise you, the second I walk into that house, I’m telling her it’s over. Hell, it’s been over. In truth, it never really started. I was blind. You truly are the only woman I have ever loved, or ever will.” The words no sooner escaped his lips, than he was hard again, sliding back into her. He was home, and all was right with the world. Life was worth living again.
Chapter 9
Rissa woke to the smell of coffee and bacon, then something sweet and syrupy. Trevor must have ordered room service. She stretched, feeling the delicious aches and pains from the night before. They made so much noise last night, the phone had rung twice, and the front desk had sent security up to tell them to keep it down.
There’s nothing quiet about amazing sex, and her wails had even penetrated the Marriott’s thick hotel walls.
They had relocated to Rissa’s side of the adjoining rooms to sleep since they had made such a sexy mess of his. She opened her eyes to find the source of the sweet maple aroma. Right under her nose, was Trevor’s magnificent beast, slathered in syrup and hard as a rock.