Something Borrowed (New Castle Book 3)

by Lydia Michaels

  As she took him deep, he gave a long satisfied moan. Suddenly, he nudged her to her back. “Now, Chloe. I need you now.”

  She caught the flash of a condom just before he tore the foil with his teeth. Sliding it over his hard length, he grabbed her knees. With a quick tug, he slid her to the center of the bed.

  Her thighs spread wide as his weight settled over her. “You ready, doll?”

  “Yes.” Her mind celebrated the moment, knowing it would forever erase Marcus as her last lover but also transcend every fantasy she had of this man into irrevocable reality.

  He pushed the broad, blunt tip of his cock against her sex and a chill of unexpected panic set in. What if there was pain? What if she couldn’t? Oh, God…

  “Chloe, look at me.”

  She opened her eyes.

  “You’re here with me, Chloe. Stay with me.”

  He slowly worked himself inside, shallow dips going deeper with each stroke. Her thoughts jumbled, an irrational sense of fear threatening, and her body clenched. The sudden tightness of her sex amplified her worry. She didn’t want it to hurt. So great was her fear that her eyes closed against a startling wash of tears she didn’t want him to see. She wished the lights were off. Maybe they should stop. God, she was too tight and—

  Soft lips brushed hers. “Tell me who’s got you.”

  She sensed him holding back and willed her eyes to open. He nudged deeper, hitting a nerve. Her body wasn’t cooperating, one moment inviting him in, the next moment fighting to keep him out. He obviously felt her tension.

  She blinked and more frustrating tears threatened to fall, threatened to spoil the night with embarrassing excuses of how she was so broken all these years later she still couldn’t find normal.

  “Who, Chloe? Don’t shut your eyes. Tell me who has you.”

  Breathing hard, she stared up at him, her body cinched tight and her mind spiraled into old regrets as it sliced open fresh wounds. Why was this happening? She was ready. She wanted to be ready.

  “Shh…” His arms drew her to his chest as he held her close. His breath teased her lips as he traced the softest kiss over her cheek. “I know. I know you’re scared. But you’re here with me. No reason to be afraid, Chloe.”

  His words brought a delicate peace to her chaotic mind, enough that she could separate the past from the present and see herself in the now. “Trenton.”

  “That’s right. I’ve got you.”

  Her body relaxed and her tears abated as she recognized the soft fringe of his lashes, the gentle laugh lines surrounding his kind eyes. The fear faded and she drew in a deep breath.

  “There’s my girl. I missed you. Try to stay with me.”

  It was as if he knew more than he possibly could. His patience and understanding undid her. His acceptance that she still carried baggage from her past tripped the beat of her heart and her vision blurred again, but now for a different reason.

  “I’m ready now.”

  He pressed a tender kiss to her lips, his fingers touching her arousal and gently bringing her body back to life. “Look into my eyes,” he whispered and slid home.

  They simultaneously exhaled. He held himself there for a moment and she was so overwhelmed by the fullness, not just physical fullness, but the weight of emotion she felt, that she couldn’t stop the escape of a lone tear.

  “You okay, baby?”

  She smiled. Although she was on the verge of weeping, she was happy. She’d been brave and he’d been patient. The combination was intoxicating. “I’m okay.”

  He grinned. “I’m glad because it’s about to get real good.”

  Excitement bloomed in her chest as he thrust. The bed creaked with his every advance. It felt good, better than good. And she couldn’t silence her sounds of pleasure.

  His speed increased, his mouth kissing anywhere it could reach, showing her a level of affection she’d forgotten could accompany sex. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the air. A gasp escaped on the tail of each thrust. For as enormous as he was, his motions stayed gentle.

  His palm coasted over her hair, his thumb tracing the arch of her cheek. His mouth kissed and teased her lips, ears, and shoulders. But what affected her most, what made this a moment she’d never forget, was the way his gaze bore into her, never leaving, like an anchor that held her in the present but gave her enough space to let go.

  There was such warmth tucked within his gaze, she could easily slip out words of love, words she had no right to say. But the emotion was there—tempting.

  She wanted to love him for the simple fact that he made her feel like a woman again, looked at her with honest affection. The tattered ends of her frayed soul slowly stitched back together with every compliment, caress, and kindness he showed her.

  He slowed his movements as his mouth found hers, drawing her mind back to the forefront. “Holy fuck, you feel incredible. I knew it would be like this. Perfect.”

  Perfect.

  If only he knew how dangerously close she was to wrapping her entire heart around his sweet words. He shouldn’t say such things if he didn’t want more than just a night with her. But maybe he wanted more. She was falling too fast.

  His tongue swept over the arch of her collarbone and he rested his forehead in the curve of her shoulder, rocking slowly, savoring each deep glide.

  “I can’t believe I found you again,” he rasped, and the tears she worked so hard to hide slid past her lashes.

  He kissed the moisture on her face. Their bodies shuddered as they finished together. She held onto him, never wanting to let go as they trembled under the intensity of the moment. If only he knew how limited her experiences had been, how harsh and cruel, he’d know how much his gentleness meant to her.

  She didn’t want to lose this closeness. She didn’t want to lose him, and her desire to have him, for longer than a night, scared her in a new way. “Don’t let go yet.”

  He thought she was only speaking about their bodies, but she was making a plea for more. She wanted his patience to last because she knew things wouldn’t always be this easy. But most of all she wanted him.

  His thumb swiped gently under her eyes as he stared down at her with renewed intensity. “This isn’t over, Chloe. Not tonight or the next. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of you.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Trenton returned from the bathroom and climbed into bed. Chloe lay with her beautiful breasts peeking past the covers and a well-loved, dazed expression on her face. He kissed her cheek and nestled into her side.

  “How you doin’, doll?”

  “Oh, I’d say I’m pretty good.”

  He chuckled and tucked her hips more firmly against his front. It was almost midnight and he was wiped. However, the idea of parting company with his lovely Chloe in less than twelve hours had him fighting sleep. “Tired?”

  “Mm-hm,” she mumbled, but when he glanced over her shoulder at her eyes they were still open.

  He settled his head on the pillow. “What are you thinking about?”

  “How crazy it is that we’re here like this. Who would have thought we’d ever see each other again?”

  Certainly not him. He gave her an affectionate squeeze.

  “If you didn’t stop to offer me help, do you think we would’ve ended up meeting anyway?”

  He cleared his throat, guilt nipping with the reminder that he still had some secrets to share with her. He needed to tread lightly and didn’t want to spoil an otherwise perfect moment with a conversation that deserved full attention and probably clothing. “Maybe. I’ve been friends with Jeremy since Okinawa and seeing as you know Jade, I guess we would’ve met eventually.”

  “But you probably never would’ve noticed me if I hadn’t remembered you and stopped you at the party that night.”

  If only she knew how immediate his recognition came that night they bumped into each other. “Oh, I think I’d notice you no matter what.”

  She was quiet for a minute. “Wh
at were you doing in Maryland the day you picked me up?”

  He took a deep breath. Stick with the truth. “I was working.”

  “Oh.”

  She’d given him the perfect opportunity to come clean, but this wasn’t the time. He needed to tell her the truth and soon. He didn’t want secrets between them and the longer he hid his association with her ex the more he felt unworthy of her trust, trust he’d been trying damn hard to earn.

  “Let’s try to get some sleep, doll.”

  * * * *

  Chloe awoke to the scratching of Trenton’s jaw moving over her soft flesh as his mouth closed over the tip of her breast, sucking softly. She moaned and arched into his touch.

  “I was wondering when you would wake up.”

  Without opening her eyes she smiled. “What time is it?”

  “Four a.m.”

  His mouth trailed over her silky flesh and she lazily ran her fingers through his hair. “Have you been up long?”

  “About thirty minutes. I tried to let you sleep. It was a losing battle.”

  She giggled silently as he softly kissed his way to her neck. His body settled over hers, heavy enough to let her know she wasn’t dreaming. His mouth worked over her shoulder and her toes curled as he whispered, “I want inside of you, Chloe. Spread those beautiful thighs for me.”

  She parted her legs and he reached for a condom. Pressing in slow, finding his way deep, her body welcomed him as he stroked slowly. His mouth returned to her breast. He took his time, cradling her to him, languidly fulfilling her. She was in heaven.

  Eventually, she’d have to talk to her boys about him again. Dayton would be the hardest sell, but she’d figure out how to handle him later.

  She never had choices as a wife and since leaving Marcus, her sole purpose had been caring for her boys. After what felt like a lifetime of fulfilling the needs of others, she wanted to take something for herself. And she wanted Trenton Cole.

  He pressed deep, bringing her back to the present. The way he made love to her was so sensuous, not climbing toward an explosive end, but rather maintaining a steady thrum of slow building pleasure. It was wonderful.

  Time fell away, no ticking clocks or pressing responsibilities. Just them. They made love until the black sky faded to gray. The gentle chirping of birds whispered from outside the walls, making their hidden sanctuary all the more secret.

  This was different from the night before. Softer. He made sure she came and it didn’t take much. Simply having him inside of her put her dangerously close to the edge. A few tender traces of his fingers and she was done.

  She loved watching him. That fragile moment when his gaze held hers, his eyes darkening under thick lashes as he trembled, fingers tightening on her skin, breath panting quickly past his lips, as he found his release. He was so … honest in those moments, she found them fascinating and telling of the man he was.

  His arm draped below her breasts and she traced circles in the dark hair covering his thick muscles, his head sweetly resting on her chest as they lay replete. She liked this part, too. Marcus had never held her afterward. But Trenton was a cuddler.

  He sighed. “Do you want to shower with me? I’d offer you a bath, but I don’t have a tub.”

  “A shower’s fine.” Suddenly she remembered something and tsked.

  “What?” He lifted his head.

  “I bought something for last night and I forgot to wear it.”

  He raised an eyebrow. “What did you buy?”

  “It’s nothing. I picked up a little nightie, that’s all.”

  “A nightie?” He gave a wicked grin. “I’d like to see that. What do you say we grab a shower, then I’ll make us some breakfast and you can model it for me? After that, we’ll come back to bed and I can find the most creative way to take it off of you.”

  It was surreal having a man so interested in seeing her body. “Okay.”

  They played in the shower, soaping each other’s skin and washing each other’s hair. When she wrapped her body in a towel, Trenton simply buffed off the drops clinging to his body and walked bare-assed out of the room—and into the kitchen.

  “Aren’t you afraid someone will see you? You don’t have curtains.”

  “No one’s around for miles. Don’t worry, we have complete privacy here.”

  She dug her blow dryer out of her overnight bag. Naked was one thing. Naked with frizzy bedhead was a totally different story.

  Once her hair was dry, she put on lotion and some lipstick, and then slipped into the nightie. Turning to examine herself in the mirror, she scrunched her nose. It didn’t look quite like it did on the mannequin.

  The cobalt silk reminded her of Trenton’s eyes. The slip was opaque and reached to her mid-thigh, where lace trimmed the hem. Spaghetti straps delicately draped her shoulders, and revealing lace covered her breasts.

  “You all right in there, doll?”

  Quickly stuffing her items back in her bag, she walked to the bathroom door, took a deep breath, and opened it wide. “I hope you weren’t expecting much.”

  His mouth slightly opened and snapped shut. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. “That is a vision prettier and anything I can imagine.”

  It was a novelty, being able to tease a man like this. Smiling, she nibbled her lower lip. “Is breakfast ready?”

  He pulled his gaze away from her breasts. “What?”

  “Breakfast. You said we were going to eat after our shower.”

  His gaze kept returning to her chest, sometimes traveling all the way down to her legs. She playfully patted his shoulder. “Come on.”

  Sashaying down the steps and into the kitchen, she hid a smirk. He dogged her steps like a starved cartoon character following the fumes of a feast. He’d made eggs and bacon. She took a seat and Trenton continued to watch her.

  “Aren’t you going to eat?”

  Making no comment, nor taking his gaze off of her, he reached for a strip of bacon and bit off the end. She took a sip of coffee and realized she wasn’t that hungry. He’d thrown on loose fitting sweats while she was in the bathroom, but they did little to hide the effect she was having on him.

  Placing her cup on the table she gave the tented material between his thighs a pointed look. He followed her gaze and raised an eyebrow as if silently telling her this is your fault. He was so adorable, so unapologetically captivated by her. She’d never had that sort of effect on a man before.

  Wanting to tease him, she stood and sauntered to the sitting area. “Did you kill whatever that is hanging above the mantle there?”

  “It’s an elk.” His voice startled her. She hadn’t heard him follow, but he was directly behind her.

  The soft crinkle of a condom wrapper had her glancing over her shoulder as he removed one from his pocket. “How many of them do you carry around at a time?”

  “Enough to have you every way possible until next Sunday. Hands on the couch, doll.” He leaned her forward and gently nudged her feet apart.

  His touch coasted over her ass, his right palm tracing the line of her spine and shifting the nightie out of the way. His fingers grazed her damp sex and he chuckled.

  “I see you like teasing me.” He spread her wet folds, feeding the blunt tip of his cock between her slit. “I’ve decided I like it, too.”

  He sank into her in one steady thrust and she rose on her toes. Withdrawing, almost leaving her completely, he slammed deep again. Her hands clutched the back of the couch as he pumped with long measured strokes.

  He tugged the lace cups down, freeing her breasts, and reached for her nipples, plucking and pulling on the sensitive tips. His other hand drifted over her soft belly, parting her folds as his cock tunneled in and out of her. As he rubbed her clit, she moaned, sagging into his possessive hold.

  His cock pressed deep and her body tightened, their position so tenuous she wasn’t sure she could stay this way much longer.

  “Come for me, Chloe. Come all over my cock.” His word
s were the catalyst, thrusting her over the edge into ecstasy.

  Her strength gave out as her entire body quaked with the sudden force of her release. She trembled from head to toe as he held her tight, not letting her fall, working her orgasm, refusing to let the pleasure wane.

  She cried out, overwhelmed by the sensations tingling through her. When she could take no more, he bent over her, folding her body to the back of the couch and thrust hard and deep, rapid strokes teasing her nerves into another storm of pleasure.

  His hands clamped tight on her hips and he panted with each forceful plunge. His moans echoed in the open space, rough and thunderous, countering her softer sighs. Stiffening, his hard flesh pulsed steadily inside of her.

  Slowly, his grip slackened. He pressed a kiss to her back, his breathing labored, and rested his cheek on her shoulder. “Was that too rough?”

  She glanced over her shoulder from her awkward position, eyes heavy with satisfied lust, and laughed. “Not. At. All.”

  He chuckled. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll do it again.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chloe watched Trenton’s truck pull away and sighed. Drifting in a daydream to her room, she stowed her overnight bag on the side of her bed to unpack later. The empty driveway next door told her the boys were still at breakfast.

  Gathering the clothes off the floor of her sons’ rooms, she passed the time straightening up. A hamper was a useless item in a boy’s room, but for once she was in too good of a mood to stress over such things.

  She started a load of laundry and took a chicken out to defrost. At the desk in the living room, she sorted through her bills and logged online to check her bank account. After writing out the utilities, she reached for the payment book for her car and frowned.

  It wasn’t where she normally kept it beside the envelopes. Sorting through the basket of paperwork, she searched for the book but didn’t find it.

  Growing frustrated, she pulled open drawers and rummaged through items she hardly touched. Thankfully, she found it wedged in the back of a small compartment, unsure how it wound up there.