Lag (The Boys of RDA Book 2)

by MEGAN MATTHEWS

  In one swift movement, Trey pulls down my jeans until they’re wrapped around my knees. Their new position hinders my movements and I tense in anticipation.

  “Yes, I think today’s been quite a surprise for your sister as well.”

  One hand starts at the base of my neck and he trails two fingers down to my breasts where he squeezes my left nipple and they both harden. His hands leave my body and I stay as still as possible to try and figure out where he’ll go next. Not being able to see has heightened the experience, and I lick my lips almost forgetting about my sister. But then my heart thumps in my chest, and I worry Elena can hear it through the phone.

  “Of course. I’d love to get together. You should come and visit us.”

  He says “us” like we’re an old married couple and I like it more than I should. I shake my head no both to try and move his shirt and to tell him to get off the damn phone, but neither attempt works.

  My body flutters as the heat of his mouth settles over my breast and Trey runs his flattened tongue over the already hard nipple. I arch my back into his mouth for more, but his taste is quick and the cool air sweeps over the wet surface.

  “Yes, that’s a great idea. I’d love to come visit for the holidays.”

  A finger slips past the barrier of my underwear and he slides it lower to my core. I’m wet and aching and I can’t believe he is still talking to my sister on the phone. I begin to thrash around earnestly in what I hope he’ll read as me telling him to hurry the fuck up.

  From his small chuckle at my display, he picked up the message. “Well I’ll let Simone know to call you back. Have a good night, Elena.”

  He’s silent for a moment and I strain my ears waiting to hear the phone dropped to the floor or feel his hands on me again, but nothing happens.

  Finally, after what feels like hours but was probably only seconds, Trey speaks, “Of course. Okay, good-bye, Elena.”

  The phone clunks when it hits the floor and I’m so relieved. My calm doesn’t last long because Trey’s hands move to my underwear and he pulls them down until they hit my jeans and then those come off in the heap. From the noise, they land somewhere on the floor, and then Trey is back on the bed with his body moving up toward mine as our skin comes into contact at random spots. The anticipation will kill me if we don’t get a move on. I open my mouth to tell him, but the cloth is removed from my eyes and his lips find mine as my eyes adjust to the light difference.

  “God, Simone there are so many things I want to do to you like this, but you’re so wet. I don’t know if I can wait any longer."

  “Don’t make me wait,” I whine into his mouth.

  Trey flattens his body on mine and his hard length presses against me. I stiffen at the contact because it’s the first time I’m aware he’s naked as well, and I want to know how long he’s had his pants off.

  I open my mouth to comment, but the words stall with the sound of a foil wrapper. He rips it open and his body leaves mine as he positions himself. My tongue flicks out and licks my bottom lip. As Trey follows the movement, his eyes shutter. His body is taut as I perform the move again.

  “Later,” he says and then his body drops resting on his elbows. His hips align with mine and they force my legs open further. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I’m stretched as he slowly enters me.

  Trey sucks in a sharp breath, and then with one final thrust, I’m filled. My legs wrap around his back and I push myself closer to him. His thrusts are slow until I can’t take it anymore. I try to reach my hands to wrap them around his neck but am met with resistance from the shirt my hands are still tied with.

  Without moving his eyes from mine, Trey uses a hand to reach above me and tugs on the shirt releasing the knot. With my hands now free I wrap them around his back and use my nails to lightly scratch at his exposed skin. He growls when I stop and picks up his pace. As our bodies come together, he hits my swollen clit in the right motion. I begin to move with him, forcing our bodies together harder and seeking my end.

  Trey eases his upper body back and lifts my legs straight in the air, holding them together, and then places them over one shoulder. I’m tighter with the new position but unable to move, so his hands rest on my hips and he pulls me closer with each thrust.

  “Fuck, Simone, you’re so tight.”

  I can’t form an answer with words but moan and clench my inner muscles against him. My hands move from their position on the bed and I grab on to each of his knees.

  “You have no idea how much time I’ve spent thinking of this moment while at work. Every time you bend over I consider taking you right then.”

  I moan again and push against him trying to line up our bodies again to reach the release I desperately need. Trey reaches down and takes one of my hands from his knee. Our fingers intertwine in the air and he grips me tighter before moving my hand between us.

  “Touch yourself, baby.”

  My fingers find my clit and I begin to circle. All the sensations flowing through me cause my back to arch and I close my eyes no longer able to focus on so much at one time.

  “That’s it, Simone.”

  My release builds in me and as I get closer to the end, my fingers rub faster.

  “Harder, Trey,” I try to scream the words, but through my clenched teeth they come out at whisper level.

  He hears me over my thundering heartbeat and begins to thrust harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his voice becomes louder with each word, and he lowers his head to take my lips in a kiss full of passion and lust.

  His movements become jerky and the unexpected contact sets my release free. My back arches and my face tightens along with every other part of me as my orgasm flows through me. Through my haze, my inner walls constrict and his cock twitches inside me with his own release.

  As he slows his movements, my back returns to the bed and I gasp in air to get my breathing under control. My eyes open and I watch Trey’s chest move in and out with his own labored breath. After a moment he pulls out and rolls over on the bed to lay beside me. Trey unrolls the condom and tosses it to the trash can I placed in the room only hours before.

  I turn my head to him when he’s laid back down. “We are absolutely doing that again.”

  Trey laughs at my declaration and then rolls to his side, scooping me up with him until my head rests against his chest. He pulls the covers we messed up over us and I snuggle in deeper. I plan to get up and visit the bathroom, but there is no way I’m going to miss out on this time with Trey.

  The beat of his heart as it returns to normal combined with the remainder of his cologne relaxes me and I’m lulled to sleep.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

  My fingers hammer across the keyboard as I answer Melvin’s most recent email. It’s his third of the day and like all the others, he's marked it as high priority. This time he’s concerned with the light above his desk. It’s too bright. I no longer question why it’s been so hard for Finn and Trey to fill this position. Melvin. Between the utter boredom of having less than nothing to do all day and Melvin’s many needs, they’ve all gone insane. Finn suggested I bring a book, but at the time a part of me felt it would be wrong. Those feelings ended today.

  “Melvin again?”

  I pop my head up from my computer screen at Trey’s question.

  “Yes, how did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him. I’d be concerned he’s tracked my email with all his techy knowledge, but he’s the one who sent me a racy email with pictures of what he plans to do with me tonight. I don’t think it’s a concern.

  “I’ve noticed the volume of your typing is directly proportional to how scrunched up and distraught your face is. Only Melvin creates those responses in most people.”

  I let out a small sound between a laugh and a snuff and shake my head at him. “So you knew about his particular behaviors before you hired me?”

  Trey grins. “Of course I did. Why do you think all the other receptionists quit?” I open my mouth to retort,
but he keeps going. “I knew you of all people could handle him. I mean you talked about all those rich assholes you used to deal with. What’s one little Melvin?”

  One of his eyebrows goes up with his question daring me to argue his compliment. The old Simone might have, but the new Simone knows he’d talk me around in circles until I forgot what we were arguing about anyway. I’ll make it easy on him…… this time.

  New Simone shakes her head at him and lets it go. Sadly, Trey appears to assume he’s won some large victory from the increase of his smile. His dark green button down shirt is in his normal afternoon state of undress — the top two buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up. What's unusual is that it’s tucked into his Khaki pants. I lean over the desk space and check out the brown dress shoes on his feet rather than his normal brown hiking boots.

  “Did you need something, boss?” I emphasize the boss part to remind him why I won’t be visiting his office for “fun times” as his most recent email suggested.

  His forehead tightens. “Don’t make me fire you, Sim.”

  I frown at the use of his nickname for me and go back to my email. “Some of us are trying to work over here. Melvin waits for no one.” I wave my hand at him in a shoo fashion, but he only laughs.

  “Fine, but you’re coming home with me tonight.” He taps my desk with a knuckle twice.

  “Okay.”

  “I didn’t ask.” He pushes away from the desk and walks to the office door. I roll my eyes to the ceiling in his direction once his back is turned.

  “I saw that,” he calls back to me before the metal door separating the two rooms closes.

  There’s no way he saw. Is there? My eyes catch on the large lobby clock and I swear into the emptiness at my lack of time before the work day ends and I’m faced with Trey and his plans for tonight.

  **

  “Right here.”

  We stop at a little side entrance with a black sign above a simple glass door. It isn’t a place most tourists would look for, but as Trey pulls me through, he promises I’ll be impressed.

  I step on the elevator and Trey leans over to hit the button for the nineteenth floor. I can’t decide if the silence between us is awkward or settled. Like when two people are comfortable enough to share a space together and not need to fill it with mindless chatter. Our relationship, or whatever is happening between Trey and me, has been pretty good since Saturday night. Besides brunch with the girls, we’ve been together every night after work. Somehow we became a couple. The real live couple I wished so hard for when we first met. It almost seems too good to be true.

  Okay, so I might be putting the cart before the horse. It’s Wednesday after all, but I’ve spent four days in Trey bliss and I’m not planning to let go any time soon. I swipe a hand down my black pants to reduce any wrinkles from sitting on them all day as a way to busy myself.

  “Stop. You look fine.” He reaches over and fluffs the shoulder of my light blue sweater. I hope I look dressed up enough for wherever we’re going. Trey, of course hasn't given me many details, but I at least match his level of dressiness.

  The elevator dings and as the doors open, Trey reaches for my hand and we walk off together. My breath stalls at the sight once my eyes adjust and take in the area in front of us. The room is a large square and like most restaurants, there are smaller four-person tables placed throughout the space. Beyond that the exterior wall isn’t a wall at all, but rather large windows all spaced next to one another to maximize the open viewing area.

  It’s a room of glass looking out high above the city, lit up for the evening. A hostess leads us to a table in front of the window to our right, but I don’t notice anything about her or those around us. The display’s spectacular and I can’t take my eyes away from the large skyscrapers and pointy pyramid-shaped Transamerica building outside our window. Trey pulls out my chair and I sit but don’t look in his direction until I turn my head to see what he laughs at.

  Me apparently.

  “It’s so beautiful all lit up.”

  My nose finally picks up the smell of meat. I check out the food at the table next to us for a quick moment and then turn back to the view and a partial angle of Trey’s face. He takes the menu I didn’t realize I still had and sets them on the table.

  “I had a feeling you’d like it.”

  Our waitress, in a standard black uniform with her dark brown hair up in a tight bun, approaches our table. I reach for the menu I never took time to look at, but Trey stills my hand with his and then begins to spout off an order for us.

  “Give us three Kobe sliders, an order of spring rolls, and a queso fondito.” He hands both menus to her. “With water and whatever Martini you think would be paired best."

  I’d protest on principle alone, but I like the sound of everything Trey ordered, and it’s not like I looked at the menu. Rather than allowing him to see his over handedness might be growing on me, I go back to gazing at the view.

  “How did you and Melvin get along today?”

  Trey breaks the silence and I’m forced to remove my eyes from the window to answer him. My head flips so far to the side it rests on the top of my shoulder and my eyes narrow in his direction.

  “He showed me a mole this afternoon and asked me to make him a dermatologist appointment.”

  Rather than console me, he laughs. “He’s a remarkable programmer, Simone. Plus, he has no life and does nothing but work. He’s perfect."

  Yes, truly, I can’t imagine why he isn’t married with ten kids. “I’m pretty sure it was a pimple, Trey.” My sarcastic thought bleeds into my comeback and makes me sound like I’m joking, but I’m not.

  He reaches across our small square table and grabs my hand, locking it together with his. An elbow rests on the surface as he slides his upper body closer and meets my eyes drawing me into his depths. I brace for one of his classically sweet Trey moments.

  “He’ll grow on you.”

  “Seriously?” I roll my eyes at him and try to pull my hand back, but he holds on and places his over mine on the table surface.

  “Well isn’t this sweet.” I stiffen at the intrusion and Trey grasps my hand tighter.

  As if choreographed, Trey and I both turn our heads in unison to Mari standing less than a foot away from our table. I try to remove my hand from under Trey’s, but he increases his grip until it almost hurts.

  Mari stares down at us, her lips in a twisted snarl, an angry businesswoman in her black suit jacket and pencil skirt. The yellow blouse she’s paired it with doesn’t do her hair color justice. She’s prim and proper while I come off looking short and meek in my chair. I haven’t worn a business suit since I left Lowry, Lowry, and Fink. I’d been enjoying my new ability to be laid back… well at least until this moment. Now Mari’s here in all her armor and I’m fighting a dragon with nothing on my side but a Calvin Klein sweater.

  “Mari, have you met Simone?” Trey’s voice is tight and it worries me. I don’t enjoy feeling like the other woman, and even though I tell myself I’m not, I feel as if I’ve stolen her man.

  Mari leans closer with her upper body and sneers in Trey’s direction, reducing her voice. “Yes, I do believe I have. I didn’t know you weren't above sleeping with the help.” In her hand she has a larger than normal martini glass, and as she leans back, some of the liquid sloshes over the side soaking into the carpet.

  I freeze at her words and try to sink into my chair so she’ll forget I’m here. Trey, sensing my discomfort, lets go of my hand and I’m quick to pull it to my lap. It's the wrong decision as the movement catches her eye and she follows it to where it leads right to me.

  “Mari, now isn’t the time or place for this.” Trey keeps his voice low, but from the way his face tightens it takes effort.

  She takes a jerky step back in his direction. I’m pretty sure Mari’s drunk or well on her way to being drunk. I don’t remember her having balance problems when she was in the office.

  “Where is the time or pl
ace? You won’t take my calls. How am I supposed to talk to you?” Her hand sways again and a drop or two more of the liquid spills out. "Now I see why you barred me from the office. You wouldn’t want me to walk in on the maid dusting off your dick.”

  I gasp at her cruel words and my mouth falls open in shock. She didn’t just say that out loud, did she?

  Trey stands jostling the glasses on the table. “That’s enough.”

  “You’re right. I’ve had enough of watching this spectacle in public.”

  In slow motion her hand flails out, and Mari tosses the remainder of her drink in my direction. The liquid splashes on my neck and travels down into my sweater. I reach a hand up to wipe the already sticky mess from my chin, and the harsh odor of liquor follows until it’s the only distinguishable smell.

  I stand, a base reaction to being doused in liquid. I can’t believe the crazy chick threw her drink on me. Mari turns and walks away through the double doors and out to the lobby where the elevator we rode up waits. Behind her our waitress stands with an open mouth, a witness to the scene. She stammers for a minute before placing our food on the table and offering to bring me a towel.

  Trey looks me over and reaches a hand around my back to hold me in a half hug. “I guess we’re getting this to go.” His words are hard and flat in tone.

  I worry whether it’s because we’ve caused a scene or because he upset Mari.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

  I flick off the light in Trey’s hallway bathroom and walk toward his kitchen. We left the restaurant after Mari’s outrageous display, which sucks because the view was great and I’m starved. I tug on the hem of the azure button down shirt Trey loaned me while he promised to save my sweater. His long sleeve shirt is large on me, but since I’m tall it doesn’t completely cover up the plaid boxers I’m using as shorts, also from Trey’s dresser. I’m not sure why he thinks the sweater can't be washed. But working on it made him stop muttering obscenities about Mari, so I ran with it.