"I'll give you something to stroke, smartass." Trent takes my club from my hands and wraps his arm around my waist as we head back towards the cart. I attempt to give Trent a serious look of disapproval, but my mouth betrays me. I can't help the chuckle that escapes my throat and the look of amusement that shines from my eyes. Trent is a pistol, and his sense of humor is something I truly enjoy. There really is nothing like a man who can make you laugh, and Trent Hamilton makes me laugh. All. The. Time.
James and Amy are quite the comfy little pair in the cart, and I grin at her like a lovesick idiot.
"Stop smiling at me like that. It's creeping me out." Amy is curiously gauging my reaction to her and James sitting next to each other. He's holding her hand and gently rubbing his thumb along her knuckles as they talk quietly about something. She looks so happy in this moment. I just slightly shake my head and chuckle at her before taking my place in the front seat next to Trent as we head over to the next hole.
We're finally nearing the end of our anything but ordinary golf outing. Amy and I have consumed enough alcohol to tranquilize an elephant.
Does that make any sense?
Sure it does. Everything makes sense after you've been drinking for several hours straight. Trent and James were tied throughout most of the game, but my sexy man managed to pull out the win by a few strokes. Amy and I demanded that they stop keeping track of our scores because it was a huge waste of time. She quit after the ninth hole, and I managed to lose a disturbing amount of golf balls throughout the course. My voice is actually hoarse from yelling, “Fore!” after every shot.
I'm definitely more of a mini-putt kind of girl.
Trent and James take us back to the country club where we will have a nice sit-down meal with everyone at the event. Amy is overwhelmingly giggly and clingy at the moment, and I'm concerned of the possible scenarios that could occur during this meal. My fingers and toes are crossed while I simultaneously pray that she manages to keep her shit together and not act like a boozed-up idiot in front of our coworkers. This, I know, is a shot in the dark, but I'm trying to keep a positive perspective on the situation. Luckily, James seems to be handling her pretty well at the moment. He keeps her laughing while concurrently managing to keep her from yelling drunken obscenities at everyone we pass. That's kind of her thing—the "I'm going to yell incomprehensible words of drunkenness at you" thing. Don't ask me why. It just is.
"Trent, I'm going to head to the restroom for a moment. Mind keeping an eye out?" I nod my head towards an unsuspecting Amy. Trent just gestures a yes in return as he asks that adorable boy from earlier, Jailbait, to put the clubs in his truck.
As I walk under the elegant awning that encompasses the clubhouse, I notice my ex-fiancé, John, standing near the front doors. He's having an animated conversation with Veronica. Yes, that Veronica, or Loose-Lips McGee as I warmly enjoy calling her.
Normally this situation would have my chest hurting and bile rising from my stomach, but I'm relieved to not feel overwhelmed by those feelings. The feelings of heartache and anger—the very feelings that nearly ate me alive only a few short months ago. I know that this has everything to do with Trent. He's been more than just a pleasant surprise; he's the surprise of a lifetime. He's like the winning lottery ticket, Olympic gold medal, and Nobel Prize wrapped up in one beautiful package with a giant red bow.
Can I pass that last comment off as the alcohol?
Yeah…didn't think so.
The feelings I have for him are overwhelming but in a wonderful, amazing, fan-fucking-tastic kind of way. Am I getting close to being able to say I'm in love with him? Maybe. The only thing that is holding me back is the fear I have. The fear that I'm falling too fast. The fear of letting myself jump head first and him not being able to catch me. What John did to me was devastating, heart-crushing even, but what Trent could do to me… I don't think I could survive something like that.
I continue to walk past John and Veronica, and I can't help but notice their discussion is actually an argument. This argument seems to be slightly heated for this type of occasion. I'm surprised that John is even allowing this conversation to occur and risk other people overhearing them. He is all about appearances and maintaining a perfect persona.
I feel his eyes on me as I head in towards the bathroom but maintain my composure and avoid making eye contact. I know this is for the best. Maybe someday I'll actually be on speaking terms with him, but we are a long way off from that. Our best bet is to continue living our lives and moving forward. We are no longer a part of each other anymore.
As I'm washing my hands and attempting to fix my hair a little in the mirror, I see Veronica burst in through the bathroom doors and lock herself in one of the stalls. Tears were streaming down her face and she was visibly upset by whatever conversation had occurred between her and John. I feel a little bad for her—just a little—but I really don't think it's my place to ask her what's wrong. I figure I'll let one of her close friends know she's in here and encourage them to go check on her.
I mean, at least I'm nice enough to do that, right?
It's not like I owe her anything. She did bang my fiancé—in my bed. I think that kind of gives me a free pass in terms of not being responsible for giving her a shoulder to cry on.
I walk out of the restroom and notice John leaning against the wall with an annoyed look on his face. He looks stressed and slightly older. His eyes aren't as bright as they used to be. He starts to smile at me but then thinks better of it.
"Hey, Elle. How are you?" He is looking at me with caution, almost like he's afraid I'm going to go off on a rampage.
"Hi, John. I'm great. How are you?" I lean on the wall next to him and give him a friendly smile.
"You look great, Elle. Really, you do. I've been better." His expression is sad and slightly off. His attempt at showing happiness isn't all that successful.
"Thanks. You look stressed. I hope your night gets better." I pat him gently on the shoulder and realize that touching him no longer evokes any type of intimate feelings within me. Contact with him doesn't seem to bring out any type of emotion from me. Being close to him, talking to him doesn't remind me of the past. It just allows me to open my heart up to the future, to the possibilities of finding the right relationship, the right person to spend the rest of my life with.
"Thanks." He hesitates for a minute, looking down at his shoes, and then glances back up at me. "So you're making a go of it with Trent?" He's waiting for my reaction. He's trying to figure out just how serious Trent and I are.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that. Trent and I are definitely making a go of it." I can't help the grin that spreads across my face with the mention of Trent's name from my lips. John frowns slightly and runs his fingers through his tousled brown hair, frustration radiating off of him.
"That's really great, Elle. I guess it's time I started to move on, huh? I guess it's time I realized that I made the single biggest mistake of my life and there's no way you'll ever take me back." He pauses for a moment and takes a shuddering breath. "Ellie, I just want you to be happy. I really hope you're happy." John's eyes are filled with tears as he steps toward me and kisses my forehead softly before walking away.
I let out the breath I didn't realize I was holding and lean back against the wall.
Did I just hallucinate that entire conversation?
I'm unknowingly shaking my head and sighing in what seems to be relief. Relief that John has realized it's time to move on, relief that we were able to have a civil discussion without one of us yelling, and most of all, relief that even with his admission of still wanting me, I am one hundred percent certain that I am over John Ryan. He no longer owns my heart.
Someone else has my heart now. Someone who walked into my life at a very unexpected yet perfect moment. Someone who makes me laugh and smile, and someone who has my pulse racing at just the thought of his lips pressed against mine. Someone who embraces me for everything I am—even the flaws. Trent d
oesn't put me down or try to change me. He seems to like Elle just the way she is.
I lightly touch my lips with my index finger as I reminisce about the last time Trent kissed me; I can still feel his warm, supple mouth on mine.
My face is beaming as I glance up to see Trent walking towards me. His blue eyes are tender and taking me in. His demeanor is sweet and loving as he flashes a grin in my direction. Trent comes up beside me and pulls me in for a gentle hug. My cheek is pressed against his chest as I inhale his scent. He's sweet and spicy with an undertone of sexiness. Like ginger, cedar, and clean laundry all rolled into one.
"Are you sniffing me?" Trent laughs into my hair.
"Yes, I'm sniffing you. I could just sit here and sniff you all day long. You're like a combination of Christmas, sex, and rugged, manly hotness."
Trent starts to laugh harder as he pulls me in tighter.
"God, you crack my ass up, little spitfire." He leans back and looks into my eyes, gently brushing strands of my auburn hair out of my face. "Do you realize how much you make me laugh? You're so damn adorable and yet, you manage to be ridiculously sexy at the same. Do you even know how much you turn me on? I've been walking around in a constant state of blue balls since the other night when our date was interrupted."
I stand up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. "You're making me fall in love with you."
Did I really say that? Fuck, I said that, didn't I?
I close my eyes in anticipation of Trent's response. Alcohol sure has a way of making me lay out all of my feelings.
Fucking feelings.
Stupid, fucking feelings and my stupid emotional inner monologues…
"Open your eyes, Ellie." Trent's husky voice and sweet breath washes over me. I slowly open my eyes and the expression on his face nearly knocks me on my ass.
He's beautiful.
His face is warm and embracing every part of me. He's drinking me in with every blink of his eyes, almost like…like he feels the exact same way. He looks like he's falling hard, too—falling faster than he has ever fallen before.
"I'm falling in love with you too, sweetheart. I know you're scared, and I know the shit that dickless douchebag put you through has you doing everything in your power to never go through something like that again, but I'm not him, baby. Don't run from it. Fall with me. Be with me, Ellie. I want to give you every part of myself. I want to be the reason you wake up every day with a smile on your beautiful face. God, Ellie. You own me. You fucking have me by the balls and I don't even care."
No one has ever said anything to me like this. Trent just laid everything out there.
All. Of. It.
He just jumped. Put himself out there without even knowing how I would take his words. The words that just took a giant piece of my heart and held it hostage. The words that just sealed my fate. The very fate that includes loving Trent Hamilton, because right now, I do…
I love Trent Hamilton.
I grab Trent by the back of the neck and sharply crash my lips to his. He pulls my hips closer as our tongues entwine. I'm attempting to show him just how much he owns me through this kiss, because Trent Hamilton owns me. He owns every single part of me, and I don't think I'll ever recover from this. I know there are unknowns about our future. Trent is just supposed to be temporarily in Charlotte, but I just can't seem to find the strength to care about this huge dilemma. I'm melting into this kiss, this wonderful, awe-inspiring, toe-curling kiss.
Trent pulls back, trying to slow his breathing. "Ellie, Let's go. Let's get out of here. I can't wait a second longer to be inside of you."
Yes, let's go. Right. Now.
And with that statement, I grab Trent's hand and quickly pull him back into the clubhouse that is already set up for a nice dinner. A dinner that Trent and I will most definitely not be attending. I walk towards our assigned table and see James and Amy sitting down, still visibly enjoying each other's company.
"Hey, James, I need you to take Amy home tonight, okay?" I ask, unable to ignore the ridiculous grin that is spreading across Amy's face.
"Yeah, no problem." James slides his arm around Amy's shoulder.
"What's got you two kids in a big rush? You heading home to play hide the salami?" Amy questions unabashedly. I hear Trent chuckle behind me and feel him pull my hips back toward him. He is harder than stone and causing my body to tremble from his close proximity. My panties are already wet at the feel of his cock against my ass.
"Don't worry, Amy. Ellie and I are going to do more than just play hide the salami. I'm taking her back to my place tonight and you probably shouldn't expect to see her until late tomorrow, if not the day after that." My insides clench at the mere idea of having more than twenty-four hours to be with a very naked Trent.
"Bye, Amy! Bye, James!" I yell behind me as Trent hurriedly escorts me out of the clubhouse and toward his truck. He quickly helps me inside and practically peels out of the parking lot.
Oh hell yesssssssssssssss.
Chapter Nineteen
“When a hot guy instructs you to lie naked and spread-eagle on his bed, you follow those orders without a second thought and let him give your vagina some good old fashion face-time.”
We manage to make it to his apartment in record time. I swear Trent was driving over ninety miles per hour the entire way, swerving in and out of traffic like a man on a mission—a one-man mission straight to my cock-pocket. I kept attempting to unzip his pants so I could feel him hard in my hands, but he put the kibosh on that.
“Don't even think about getting my cock out before we get home or else I'll pull over and fuck you in the bed of this truck, and I won't give a shit who sees us."
If that doesn't make you cream your panties, I'm not sure what would. Trent kept sliding his hand up and down my thigh, brushing his fingers over the apex of my sex, and then rubbing soft circles on my clit through my panties.
We're in the elevator now, and my back is pressed against the wall, my hands clenched tightly together. I'm struggling to be a good girl and wait until we make it inside his condo before I start attacking him like a sex-starved woman.
"Ah, fuck it," Trent says before quickly pushing the stop button on the elevator and tenaciously pushing himself against me. "I can't wait another minute. I have to be inside of you. Right. Now. I need to feel your tight, wet pussy around my cock more than I need my next breath." He makes quick work of his zipper and has my skirt around my waist faster than I could say, “Thrust me hard, Dr. Hamilton!”
He slides my panties to the side as he wraps my legs around his waist and plunges himself inside of me. He is thick and hard and deep—oh so deliciously deep. His hands are gripping my ass, and I clench tightly around him. Within an instant I'm lusciously full. I'm dripping wet from my arousal, and this only spurs my instinctual sexual desires to take over. My hands are frenzied, grabbing him, touching him, running my fingers all over his body.
And then he stops. Stops moving. Stops his delicious rhythm inside of me.
“FUCK,” Trent groans out and his eyebrows pull in. “Ellie…” He takes a choppy breath. “I can't believe I started this without a condom.” He rests his forehead against mine in frustration.
“It's o-okay,” I pant against his mouth. “I'm on birth control. Have been for years.” I urge his hips closer to mine with my heels.
“Fuck, Ellie. You make me crazy. You make me lose all control. I've never not used a condom, and yet with you, I just completely forgot…about everything. All I could think about was getting inside of you.” His eyes are remorseful, almost as if he feels like he's betrayed me.
I place my hand on his cheek and lock my gaze with his. “You make me crazy, too. And I've never been with anyone without a condom—even my ex. I can't believe you can get me so worked up that all rational thought just leaves the building.” I grin at him and rub my nose against his. “So uh…how about we get back to the crazy…you're still inside of me…and I'm still wet…so please…please keep fucking m
e.”
Trent lets out a rough growl as he slowly pulls out a few inches and then slams back inside of me, my back roughly hitting the elevator wall. And with that, my hands are all over him again, grasping every inch of his muscular body as he kisses up and down my neck. His breath is hot in my ear, causing delicious shivers up my spine.
Oh god yes.
Deeper. Harder.
Trent's large hands tightly clutching my ass as he continues to push inside of me, getting back that lusciously perfect rhythm. Each thrust brings me closer to climax. Each thrust has me moaning and panting and nearly screaming his name. My breathing is embarrassingly loud and echoing throughout the small elevator cart.
"Trent! Yes! Oh yes! Right there! Oh my god, right there!" I moan out with a raspy voice. My lips are pressed against his shoulder and I fight my urge to scream by roughly biting him through his shirt. My hands are tightly clasping his neck and I'm scratching my nails down his back from the intense feeling of his cock filling me to the hilt. He's stretching me, filling me, urging me closer with each thick penetration.
"Better than I could have ever imagined. Being inside of you, feeling you scratch your nails down my back and tremble in my arms is the best fucking thing I've ever experienced," Trent groans into my neck before using his teeth to pull down my shirt past my bra then doing that same sexy move to slide my bra down past my breast, exposing my pebbled nipple to his lustful eyes. He slides the flat part of his tongue across my nipple, swirling the tip. Around and around… My full breast fills his mouth, his tongue working me over.
My hips jerk involuntarily, and I'm whimpering into his neck as Trent sucks me hard into his mouth and proceeds to drive himself in and out of me at a feverish pace.
A devastating pace.
A pace that has me screaming his name. He quiets me by bringing his lips back to mine and nipping my lip with his teeth. I roughly suck his tongue into my mouth at the same rhythm that his shaft is moving in and out of my sex. I'm so wet, so pleasurably wet. My arousal is dripping down his balls as he continues to slam into me, his sac smacking against my ass.
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