by V J Lee
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When he arrived, Cruz was waiting outside for him. As he approached the car, Cruz looked around for Rissa. Trevor couldn’t hold back the smile that spread across his face, as he explained her absence. “She’s worn out, so I let her sleep.”
Cruz’s dark eyebrows shot up into his dark hairline, not missing the innuendo in Trevor’s comment. “No way, penedjo! Don’t bullshit me. You’re getting married, and Rissa’s done with you. You just don’t want anyone else hooking up with her.”
“Is that what you want, to just hook up? Because she deserves better than that.”
Cruz reached across the seat, grabbing the files. “Yeah, well she deserves better than you. I would give up everything for a woman like her. When she comes to her senses—and she will—I’ll be here, waiting.” He stalked away from the car in a huff.
Trevor drove back to the hotel, deep in thought. He was beginning to understand that every man who had the pleasure of knowing Rissa, would give up his single life in a heartbeat, to make an honest woman out of her, because she is truly a catch. What an idiot he had been. He thought of Petra … tall, elegant, seemingly so put together.
He had no idea what her hold was over him. The first time he saw her in high school, he dumped his current girlfriend to go after her, like a heat-seeking-missile, and she turned him down, every time. Trevor supposed that was why he wanted her so badly. It was the thrill of the chase. He couldn’t have her, so that made him need her.
When she finally warmed up to him and agreed to go out with him, it was a Homecoming dance. He went all-out, renting a limo, making reservations at the fanciest restaurant in town, renting a custom tuxedo to match her dress, and even buying her a beautiful bouquet of her favorite flowers.
Petra’s family lived in an upper-middle-class suburban neighborhood in a Victorian-style home surrounded by a couple of acres of well-groomed property. He picked her up and drove her to his parents’ house for pictures. He didn’t notice back then, the way her eyes lit up as they entered the gated community. Her folks were pretty well-off, but their place paled in comparison to the grand estate he called home.
Trevor got lucky that night. The effort he put into their night together wasn’t cheap, and she took notice. If he remembered correctly, their first time together was pretty hot and steamy. He wondered when, exactly, their sex life went cold. It must have happened slowly, the way a frog in hot water has no idea it’s being boiled alive. It wasn’t until he was with Rissa, and the sex was amazing, that being with Petra felt like walking into a deep freeze.
Trevor wanted to believe that if it weren’t for Jacob, he wouldn’t have even considered going back to Petra. No one else seemed to believe that, though … not even his best friend. Now that he had been with Rissa again, he had no idea how he could have ever left her for Petra. Other than the fact that he was a total asshole, what other explanation was there for running back to her? Nothing was adding up on the Petra-Trevor front.
Trevor hadn’t put up a fight when Petra told him they were getting married. He allowed her to manipulate him into throwing money at the fucking wedding. Even when Petra decided that Rissa wasn’t allowed to see Jacob, he went along with it.
Stopping at a red light, he slumped over in the driver’s seat and beat his head against the steering wheel. Cruz was right, Trevor didn’t deserve this woman. Every guy he knew thought of Rissa as one-in-a-million. He had caused her as much pain and heartache as Petra, if not more. His role in the whole thing, everything he did and didn’t do, must have torn Rissa apart.
Now, Trevor was sure he had no feelings left for Petra. She was a good mother to Jacob; she truly seemed to love the little boy with all her heart. So, there was a part of her that wasn’t frozen over, but she would have to find a way to be a good mother, without being his wife. He needed to find a way to make it up to his beautiful Rissa, and mend the heartbreak he caused. She wasn’t fully his yet, but Trevor would see to it that she would be.
Chapter 11
Rissa stretched out of the warm cocoon of blankets, noticing that Trevor’s body heat was missing. He must have gone back to his room. She lumbered up and over to the table and smiled, because he had left her a piece of pie. He knew her so well. It was later than she expected, not exactly early morning, which was when she planned to wake up.
They would be leaving soon, so she decided to jump in the shower, taking her time soaping up. When she finally realized her fingers were looking like prunes, she got out and dried off. She took extra care to apply just enough makeup to look a little brighter, because …well, she was feeling a little brighter—maybe it was due to the great sex.
After drying her hair and slipping on her standard-issue black Agency gear, she came out of the bathroom. Standing in her room with the biggest bouquet of red roses she had ever seen, was Trevor.
“What is this?”
“I want to make amends, Riss. I want to ‘woo’ you, and make you see that I’m serious about you … about us.”
Rissa took the flowers and held them to her nose, inhaling their sweet scent. “They’re gorgeous, Trevor. Thank you, but we really can’t continue, until you talk to Petra.” Even though her heart was pounding with excitement, a little bit of dread was seeping into her happy thoughts. Could he go through with the breakup? The hold Petra had on him was a strong one.
Trevor took her flowers, putting them in the water picture on the table with their dirty dishes, making it look like they’d had a romantic dinner for two. “I understand that and admire it. I know you feel bad about what happened between us yesterday, but don’t. Like I said, it’s been over between Petra and me for a while. Now that I’m certain she can’t use Jacob against me, I can cut her loose.”
“What about the next time someone comes after her? What happens when she needs you to protect her? Are you going to move in with her and then fall into her vagina again?” She knew she was being harsh, but she had to ask.
Trevor grimaced. “I deserved that, though it doesn’t make it any easier hearing it. No, I think you’ve broken my addiction to her. I have a new addiction now. I won’t rest, until you agree to be my wife.”
Her stomach leaped with joy, and then she had to swallow the joy down hard. “Don’t say things you know I want to hear. Actions, my love, speak louder than words.”
Trevor pulled her into his hard chest. “Trust me when I say that my actions will scream how much I love you.” He lifted her chin and kissed her forehead. “We had better get going, love. Some of us still have to work the day shift.”
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They drove along the interstate, chatting about everything and nothing, making each other laugh until one of them would snort, then laughing harder at the sound. The time on the road passed quickly, and before they knew it, they were pulling up to the front of their house. She smiled a small, closed-mouth smile, thinking that it just may be their house, once again. Trevor pulled her bag out of the trunk and carried it to the front door.
“Well, I should probably just leave this—and you—right here,” he said.
“You could come in and have a snack … I made my ‘crack’ blueberry muffins before we left.”
“Mmm, you do know my weakness, but if I go in that house, the muffin I end up eating won’t have blueberries.”
“Oh, God. Is it bad that I want you to come in and eat my muffin until you can’t eat anymore?”
Trevor got up in her personal space. “Not at all. Petra’s not coming home tonight. I don’t know if that changes your mind or not. You could invite me in … for a while.” When she hesitated, he said, “You know, for a muffin.”
Fishing her keys out of her bag, she barely got in the front door, before she threw herself on him.
* * *
It took all the willpower he had, but Trevor pushed Rissa away, looking down at her confused expression.
“I want you, Riss. God, I want you with every ounce of blood rushing through my cock right now.”
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sp; “So, what’s the problem then? All that talk of muffins made me horny.” She shrugged her shoulders. “What can I say? I like sausage with my muffin.”
He couldn’t help but laugh. This woman was a nut, and Trevor loved every bit of it. “I don’t want to fuck, Rissa. I want to make love to you. I want to slowly make love to you, with not only my body, but also with my heart and soul.”
He could actually see in her physical features, the stone wall that rose in front of her. She turned away, putting her bag on the table, then continued into the kitchen. He had to say, he hated to see her go, but loved to watch her leave. Trevor didn’t mind watching that tight ass sashay away from him, but he would rather it be naked and backing into him.
He suppressed the groan that was threating to leave his throat. Trevor watched as she popped the lid off the container of muffins and pulled out a large glass to fill with milk from the fridge. His heart ached at how well she knew how to please him.
“I can’t do that, Trevor. Not now. I feel lousy enough that we had sex, but making love to you puts us on an entirely different playing field. I can’t do it until you are officially done with her.”
She poured the milk into the glass and put the muffin in the microwave for a few seconds. The room filled with the smell of blueberries and his mouth watered. She spread butter across the top, and he watched, as it melted down the sides of Rissa’s perfect muffin.
“Eat your ‘crack muffin.’ I’m taking a shower, then going to bed. You can either stay and fuck me, or we can just be together without sex, but I will not make love to you.” She turned, leaving him alone in the kitchen, as he lifted the wrong muffin to his mouth.
Trevor was still standing there twenty minutes later, when she came back into the kitchen with a red satin robe knotted around her waist. Her hair was towel-dried, and her skin still glistened from the steam.
“So, what will it be, then? Do you want to spend some time together in a non-sexual way, or do you want to fuck like the Spirit Wolves on a new moon?”
He walked toward her, unable to contain himself any longer. He placed his hands around her slim waist and lifted her onto the black granite counter top. Trevor then slowly pulled the tie on her robe and slid his hands through the opening, feeling her warm, moist skin on his hands, as he took in the musky jasmine scent in his nose. Then ran his fingers up her sides, not yet touching her full breasts.
“I’m glad you see things my way,” she whispered into his ear. It sent heat straight to his already engorged cock.
Bringing his lips to her ear, it was his turn to whisper to her. “I thought maybe a compromise is in order.” He looked at her, then brought a hand to her cheek. “How about instead of ‘fucking,’ as you so sweetly put it, or ‘making love’ as I want, why don’t we just ‘have sex?’ I’ll even leave my pants on.”
She pulled back from him, pursed her lips as if thinking it over, then let the robe fall from her shoulders, fully revealing herself to him. Trevor let the groan finally escape his throat. His eyes drank her in. All those luscious curves and porcelain skin begged to be touched and licked. The landing strip of well-maintained curls at her core called to the hardest part of him.
He licked his lips, imagining her slick taste in his mouth. Their muffin banter had been too much for him, and he’d been daydreaming of taking her on the counter since she left him to shower the long car ride off her body.
Bringing her legs up over his shoulders, he descended on her hot, wet center, and she was wet … glistening even. She’s wet for me, he thought, and immediately became painfully hard. He tongued her entrance, then licked all the way up to the hood that housed those nerves. Sucking on it would send her through the roof, so that’s exactly what he did. He sucked and hummed, until she was pulling his hair and pushing herself into his mouth.
Trevor added a finger, gently feathering it over her lips, as he nibbled on her clit. He slid his finger inside her, slowly, until it was swallowed completely, then flexed his knuckle forward, to press on the sweet spot he knew would make her gush with ecstasy. He pulled his finger out, but not all the way, and then penetrated her again, faster, and repeatedly. She started thrusting her hips enthusiastically every time his finger forced its way down her canal. He then added another finger, widening her hot, wet space, making her buck wildly. Her passion made him want to suck harder, lick better.
Trevor felt Rissa’s inside muscles start to clench, and she threw her head back to scream, “I’m coming! Don’t stop! Oh god, Trevor, don’t stop!” He stilled his fingers and his mouth. She looked down at him with fire in her eyes. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“I want to feel you come while I’m inside you. I want you to come around my cock, not my fingers.”
“Then get inside me, before I go fucking nuts and finish this myself!”
“Now that, I wouldn’t mind seeing,” he said, as he undid his pants, dropping them to his ankles.
Rissa started ripping at his shirt. “Take this off! I want to feel you.”
The shirt hit the floor, and her hands were all over his chest and shoulders, then she clutched his ass with the nails of a cat in heat.
Trevor positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance, and she did the rest, pushing her hips up and into him so hard, he was consumed straight to the hilt. She moaned, he moaned, then he began to thrust.
Her ankles wrapped around his ass, urging him on hard. He pushed in and out so forcefully that he had to pull her thighs into him to keep her from sliding back, up against the cupboards. He kissed her, shoving his tongue in and out of her lips, the way his cock was sliding in and out of her lower lips, and the sensation was euphoric.
Trevor knew she could taste herself from his time on his knees. She clutched the back of his neck with one hand and pulled his hair with the other, and he increased his stride to a frenzied pace, hammering into her, until he felt her muscles tightening around him again. Her head fell back, and she screamed his name, over and over again. A rogue thought entered his mind … if he died right now, he would have only one regret: that he never made her his wife.
Her muscles constricted him unyieldingly, and he couldn’t last any longer. He came with a guttural scream of his own.
Trevor put his head down on her shoulder, unable to move. Rissa pulled his hips into her, grinding in circular motions against his heavy, slowly softening wood, and got herself off again. She continued, covetously holding him inside her, rubbing up and down against him, until she came again, shuddering and shacking against him. She finally allowed her hips to descend, letting out an enormous sigh.
“Sorry … aftershock,” she said into his cheek.
“Baby, you can use me like that anytime.”
* * *
Later that night, they laid together in the California king-sized bed, tangled in each other’s limbs, with her head in the crook of his arm. Rissa was beautifully and gloriously naked, while Trevor wore nothing but boxer briefs.
“That was awesome,” he sighed into her hair.
“Well, I am made of awesome, dipped in chocolate and caramel, then wrapped in bacon and deep fried. And my tits are even better than that. But, we are better together.”
“Oh, man. They really are, and I hardly paid any attention to them this time around. Next time, I will make you come while lavishing all my attention on them.” He leaned over to take the pearly bud of her breast into his mouth. Letting it out with a “smack,” he continued. “If you’re made of awesome, then what are we together?”
Rissa thought for a minute, then replied, “We’re made of awesome, baked into one of my chocolate cupcakes, dipped in chocolate and caramel, wrapped in bacon, deep fried, then covered in sprinkles.”
“That is pretty amazing.” The smile on his face was genuine.
“I know, right? Hey, what does my arousal smell like?”
He threw his head back in laughter. “Why do you want to know that?”
“Just something that someone sa
id … that they could smell it, and I want to know what it smells like. Is it good or is it stinky? I imagine that it’s probably pretty sweet, the kind of sensory stimulant that can bring a man to his knees.”
“I can only guess where this came from. I don’t know that I can smell it, but when you’re turned on, I imagine you smell like ambrosia.” When she didn’t move or speak, he explained. “You know, the food and drink of the gods.”
“I know. I was just hoping you really did know. I suppose I could ask someone else.”
Trevor felt himself stiffen at that, and not in a good way.
“Who else have you been with, other than Cosmo?” Cosmo’s name left his mouth as a growl. He had wanted the answer to this question for months, though he never planned on asking it
“Don’t do this, Trev. Don’t ask questions you don’t want to hear the answers to,” she sighed.
He leaned forward so she fell out of his nook and onto her pillow. He looked down at her. “I don’t want to know, but for some masochistic reason, I have to know. I also have to know how there is any way I can compete with someone like Cosmo.”
“Comparing you to Cosmo is like comparing earthworms and anacondas.”
“Ouch.”
She giggled, before saying, “It’s not like that. It’s just … being an alien who needs sex to exist, there are things he can do that no human can. It’s like this.” She leaned over and pulled her purple rabbit vibrator out of her nightstand. Switching it on to full strength, it started rotating, while pearls in the middle spun around. The little bunny ears vibrated side to side, intended for clitoral stimulation. Trevor didn’t know if he was horrified or turned on.
“This is what it’s like having sex with a Light Alien. All of this going on at once, plus a burst of pure sexual energy shooting straight into each one of my pleasure centers.”