by Green, Vicki
My heart fills quickly, all the pent up agony leading to this moment. The deciding factor that would tell me if I should stay or go flows through me, energizing the thick air around us. As if the storm knew, lightning brightens in a flash, the thunder celebrating with a loud boom. I crash my mouth to his, frantically, eagerly. My fears put to rest. I tried to convey in this one kiss how relieved I am, how happy I am, and how much I love him. He pushes against me, his cock straining, rubbing where I want him to be so badly. He moves back but only a breath away, rubbing his face against mine, lovingly. “I love you, Prie. I need you,” he whispers in my ear. My tears flow down my face, making our skin wetter with the rain still hitting us. I shiver again. He senses I’m cold, thinks it’s only from the weather, and takes my hand. He takes me to his house, opening the front door, but my eagerness takes over me, overwhelms me with my own need. As he turns and closes the door, I crash my mouth to his, fisting my hands in his drenched t-shirt. His fingers move into my snarled hair, our kissing frantic. I push against his chest, pulling my mouth from his as I take a step back. His eyes widen in alarm. I can’t wait anymore.
Chapter Thirteen
Trevor
What is she doin’? She can’t leave me. Not now. Not after everythin’. I poured my heart out to her, tried to tell her with my words – my actions – just how much I love her. She doesn’t think I’ve changed enough. Thinks she’ll get hurt again. I have to tell her, make her understand how much better I am. She needs to know that if she leaves me, she’ll destroy my only chance at happiness. I can’t let her go. My heart hurts, grows heavy. Then everythin’ changes.
She reaches down and takin’ the hem of her shirt, my shirt, in her hands pullin’ it up slowly. My heart begins beatin’ again as she uncovers the skin of her flat stomach, the swell of her breasts barely showin’ underneath her bra. My heart starts poundin’ against my chest as it rides up revealin’ the top of her breasts, my hands longin’ to hold them. She pulls it over her head, her heavy wet hair comin’ down all around her. Her eyes have darkened with her desire, her lips parted. She reaches behind her then her bra straps loosenin’, fallin’ down her arms. She brings her arms back, pullin’ them down until her bra drops to the floor. I wet my lips, my hunger gettin’ the best of me. I start to walk towards her but she holds up a hand, a sexy grin on her mouth, stopping me in my tracks.
I can’t seem to take a deep breath, my cock pushin’ against my wet jeans so hard, wantin’ out and wantin’ inside her. Achin’ for her. I watch in anticipation as her hands slide over her skin, makin’ their way down her sides until she grabs the waistband of her jeans. She begins to pull them down, over her slender hips, takin’ her panties with them until they fall to the floor. She steps out of them, pushin’ them aside with her foot. I scan down her luscious body, my heart ‘bout to beat outta my chest. She walks over to me slowly, her movements sexy, enticin’, makin’ me grow even harder. She doesn’t speak, just looks into my eyes as she grabs the bottom of my t-shirt, pullin’ it out of my jeans. I let her, watch her, the anticipation growin’. I help her pull it over my head, her fingernails leavin’ a burnin’ trail over my chest, down my stomach. Her touch makes me shudder, my skin feelin’ alive for the first time in a long time. I almost falter, not able to contain myself much longer. She gazes into my eyes then lowers her head, kissin’ my wet skin across my chest. My heart swells with her love as she stops over my heart, kissin’ there hard as I feel my button unclasp on my jeans, the zipper bein’ lowered. Damn, she’s so fuckin’ hot.
Her mouth travels down my skin, my hands fistin’ in her hair as she pushes my jeans down. Since I normally go commando, the light breeze with her movements blows against my skin. I tilt my head back as my hardened cock springs free and feel her wet lips on my tender skin right above it. I let out a guttural moan, comin’ from deep inside me travelin’ up my throat, as her mouth takes me in, her hands fondlin’, strokin’. “Fuck!” I yell out as she takes my balls in her small hand, kneadin’, rollin’, bringin’ out emotions I thought I had bottled up tight and thinkin’ I’d never feel again. She sucks hard, deep, takin’ me to the back of her throat. Her teeth scrape my tender skin on the way back up and I ‘bout lose control. I bend down, graspin’ her arms. Her mouth leaves me wet and hardened even more if that’s even possible, a ‘pop’ sounds when I pull her up and into my arms. My mouth crashes against hers, tastin’ myself, my tongue divin’ deep into the recesses of her mouth as I carry her to the livin’ room, wantin’ to lay her on the couch and be deep inside her.
We don’t make it far, not able to stand it. I lay her down on the rug in front of the fireplace, wishin’ there was a roarin’ fire in it about now to warm us. But I don’t think that’s needed as my body covers hers, my cock pushin’ inside her quickly. The warmth of our bodies heat us as we begin movin’ together. She feels so good. I move harder, faster, not able to hold back. It’s been too long. She lets out a loud moan as my thumb finds her swollen clit. I rub in unison with our body’s movements, and her legs instantly wrap around my waist.
“God! Trevor!” She moans, witherin’ beneath me, her body tensin’ as she gets closer to her release.
I kiss the side of her mouth, her jaw, across the side of her face, and then breathe into her ear. “I love you so much, Prie. God, I love you.”
She comes fast and hard and I follow shortly after. The only sound in the room is of our pantin’ as we try to catch our breaths. I pull up on my elbows and look down at her. Her eyes are closed, a flush spread across her face. Beautiful. Heavenly. I try to take a deep breath, but it catches in my throat. Gorgeous. I just stare at her, not believin’ that she’s really here. Like one of my dreams, her eyes open slowly, her mouth formin’ a sated smile. I did that. Put that there but the same is on my mouth, in my heart. “I love you with my whole heart, my mind, and my soul, Darlin’.” I lean down and kiss her swollen lips, tastin’ a bit of me and her. When I push myself back up, only a breath away, I see the tears that have filled her eyes. I brush one away. My brows lowered in concern. “Did I hurt you? I….”
She reaches up, tiltin’ her head a bit as she places two fingers over my lips, much like I’d done to her earlier. I kiss them, not able to stop myself. Her grin spreads. “You never let me speak.” A laugh bubbles from her mouth and I kiss her fingers again, grinnin’ beneath them. Her smile leaves, her face becomin’ serious. “I wasn’t sure what place you were in when I came here. I wanted to believe that you’d made peace with your past, those horrible demons that haunted you and didn’t allow you to heal.” My face falters, my eyes startin’ to swell with my own tears. “I wanted you to, so badly. I wanted a happy life for you, even if it meant I wasn’t in it.” I start to tell her no. That I can only live if she’s with me, but she presses her fingers against my mouth harder stoppin’ me. “I brought the letters to you, hoping they would help, hoping against hope that somehow you could get the peace you needed. You deserve. When you got angry….” She closes her eyes briefly, her tears floodin’ out, down her face and into her wet hair. She opens them and they burn into my soul. “Telling me you didn’t need to read them, I lost all hope”
God, I can’t breathe. What she must have thought, felt. I hurt her again even after I told myself I’d never do that.
Never again.
“I left with a heavy heart, thinking I’d finally lost you. Lost you to your past. I’d then made the decision that after the wedding, I’d figure out somewhere else to go, somewhere I could try to be happy without you, even though I knew that wasn’t possible.” She takes a deep breath, tears still flowin’ down her face. Her mouth turns up into a small smile. “Then when you chased after me, held me and explained, I felt my hope rise again, my heart filling with every word you spoke, every touch on my skin.”
She removes her fingers, allowin’ me to finally speak. “Did your decision change?” Do I dare hope that she’ll stay, be
with me? Did our actions just now only mean an end to us? God, I hope not.
Her smile spreads, her brows lift as her eyes soften. “Yes,” she whispers. I lean back onto my knees, pullin’ her up with me. I wrap my arms around her tight, feel her arms move underneath mine, her hands flat against the skin on my back. I kiss the top of her head, the side of her face, everywhere I can possibly reach. My heart beats against her chest with renewed hope. I stop, pullin’ back just a bit and look down into her eyes.
“Does that mean you’re stayin’?” She nods eagerly, her smile still on her beautiful mouth. “With me,” I whisper, hopin’. She nods again and I pull her into me. She’s home. She’s finally home. I look up at the ceilin’ and mouth, “Thank you, God.”
I get up long enough to start a fire, cover her beautiful body with the Afghan that’s across the back of my couch, and go to the kitchen to get us somethin’ to drink. When I return, she’s layin’ on her side. I can see her gorgeous figure outlined by the Afghan. She’s lookin’ in to the fire as I come closer. When I get to her, she looks up, then her eyes scroll down my naked body. I grin when they land right on my already hardened cock. Just one look at her does it to me. I set her drink down on the wood floor beside the rug, and then lay down next to her on my side as she spreads part of the Afghan over me. Takin’ care of me. Always. She takes a drink of her Coke as I take a drink of my bottled water. After she sets her glass down, she takes my water and sets it down too. She takes my hand, lacin’ her fingers through mine, lookin’ up at me with those beautiful eyes.
“Thank you.”
I give her a grin. “For what, Darlin’?” I bring our hands up and push some of her tangled hair over her shoulder.
“For loving me,” she whispers.
I lean in and kiss her hard. Releasin’ her hand, I gently push her over, my body followin’. I make love to her, slowly this time, tenderly, showin’ her just how much I love her. Afterwards, we go back to our former positions, our hands clasped back together. She releases mine quickly and starts sneezin’. I reach over her and grab some tissues from the box on the coffee table and hand them to her.
“Thank you,” she says between sneezes.
I get up, throwin’ the Afghan off me. She looks up, tissue in hand. “Where are you going?”
I turn my head and smile. “Gonna go make my girl some soup. Warm her up.”
My girl.
She smiles and I walk to the kitchen.
After finishin’ makin’ the soup, I turn around to carry our bowls and stop when I see her sittin’ at the table in one of my t-shirts. Her long hair fannin’ down her back, and part hangin’ down coverin’ her breasts. I’ve never seen anythin’ more beautiful. My cock’s hard again. I grin and carry the bowls over, settin’ them down on the table. I grab the chair next to her and sit down. “Looks good on you.” I smile. She grins her sexy grin. “My t-shirt never looked so good.” I pick up my spoon as she picks up hers. The sound of her giggle makes my heart soar. We eat in silence for a bit, except for the sound of her sneezes. “I hope I didn’t get ya sick.” It’d be my fault for her bein’ out in that storm.
She runs her spoon through her soup then looks up at me. “Tell me what all happened, Trevor.” My eyes widen as my brows lift in surprise. “I don’t want any secrets between us. You already know most of what happened to me. Well, a lot of it.” She sets down her spoon and places her hand on mine. “I don’t want anything to come between us. I want us to both know everything about each other, no matter how hard it is.” I take a deep breath, swallowin’ hard. She’s right, I know, but it will most likely be the hardest thing yet I need to do.
We spent the rest of the night and into the mornin’ talkin’. We started out in the kitchen, moved to the livin’ room, then ended up in my bed. She cried, sounds of her cold gettin’ worse, and I teared up, a lot. We held each other, told our stories, our most horrible secrets and demons, until everythin’ was out. I’ve never felt so bare before, laid out for her to see me. The real me. I had to hold my anger in when she told me everythin’ that sick maniac did to her, how he treated her. I almost lost it a couple of times, wantin’ to go to my small gym and hit the punchin’ bag until it came loose and dropped from the ceilin’. But I held firm, strong for her. She needed me to be. I think one of the worst was when she told me he’d taken her baby from her, a hatchet job a doctor friend had come in to do the dirty deed. Even though it would have been part of him, I felt bad for her. She wept and I cradled her. She told me she might not be able to have children. I felt bad as I would love to have a baby that’s part her and me but if it meant I couldn’t have her at all, I’d take the loss of not havin’ kids. She never told me everythin’ that happened when she went home but I figure we got time. She was too tired, almost unable to keep her eyes open.
After she fell asleep, I got dressed and went out to put the horses and cows out to their pastures, the storm had taken its toll on the barns roof and a few tree trunks were split in two. I climbed back in bed, exhausted, pulled her sleepin’ body into my arms. She never stirred. I look down at her, brush some of her long hair away from her face, and can hear the sounds of her congestion. If need be, I’ll take her into town to the doctor later. I rub my hand down her arm and lay my head against hers. Finally at peace for the first time in my life, I close my eyes.
“I’ll miss you,” she says for the hundredth time. I chuckle, lovin’ how she doesn’t want to leave.
“You go and have fun. Do your ‘girls’ thing and then come back to me.” I kiss her again, not wantin’ her to leave either. I just got her back and am not real happy about havin’ to share her.
“Okay, but remember. Memphis and Sadie want us over for dinner at six. Sharp.” She smiles into my mouth and I kiss her lips again.
“Yes, Ma’am.” She giggles, her arms tightenin’ around my neck.
She presses her lips against mine, my hand movin’ up from her lower back to the back of her head. She’s been sneezin’ and coughin’ all morning, makin’ me worried, even though she says she’s okay. “I really gotta go,” she says as she kisses me once more. She turns and I watch her open the door, stoppin’ long enough to blow me a kiss, then I watch the love of my life walk out. Guess I’d better get busy. Gotta get chores finished and then go over to Nash’s to talk about gettin’ a present for Prie. I walk through the kitchen and out the back then down the steps to start workin’ on the roof of the barn. All the while, I’m thinkin’ about early this mornin’, how she told me about all the money her dad left her. I asked her what she wants to do with it and she said she didn’t know yet. I pushed her over in bed, started ticklin’ her, and told her that I didn’t want her for her money. She laughed, squirmed, and yelled out that she knew that. When I stopped, we stared into each other’s eyes, our breathin’ so heavy, and she just smiled. “And I don’t want you just for your good looks either,” she whispered. My grin couldn’t be bigger as I leaned down and captured her pouty smilin’ lips.
I love havin’ these memories as I work, fillin’ my heart. There’s pretty heavy damage to the roof but I finally climb down the ladder as it’s time to go to Nash’s. I take a quick shower, puttin’ on a clean t-shirt and jeans, pullin’ on my boots, head downstairs and out the door. Drivin’ the short distance down the road, I look out at the beauty of the lands, the rain made the grass greener, the flowers brighter, but I do see some trees damaged along the way. I find myself whistlin’, smilin’, as I look out the window. Life couldn’t be better. I feel so much weight lifted.
I feel free.
Caprice
When I first got to Shiloh’s, she and Colby almost strangled me with their hugs, telling me how much they missed me. Then Shiloh and I sat down and talked. I told her all about my night at Trevor’s. She squealed like we were in high school but I loved it. She told me she’s publishing my book next week. I think I squealed l
ouder than she did. Then it hit me. I told her an idea that came to me and again we both got really excited. I had lunch with Sadie and Shiloh. It was such a great day. The only thing that would have made it better is if I could stop sneezing and coughing. They were both concerned so I’d stopped by the doctors and she said it was just a cold and gave me some medicine. I assured Sadie and Shiloh that she told me I wasn’t contagious when I told her about their pregnancies and how close they both were to delivering. After we had lunch at the restaurant in town, I got fitted for my bridesmaids dress. They didn’t have to do much, it fit almost perfectly. Once I was back at Shiloh’s, I said my goodbyes and headed over to see Nash. I texted him this morning and made plans for this afternoon before heading back home.
Home. I’m finally home.
“Nash!” I scream when he opens the door. He pulls me into a hug and leads me inside.
Not having many friends in my young life, it seems funny to have two guys be some of my best friends after everything that happened to me. Just a few months ago I couldn’t look a man in the eyes. I was shy, withdrawn, not knowing if I’d ever really be able to live again. Of course, Trevor was a whole different thing. He tried to save me, had a look about him that was not only caring but like he’d been through his own horrible things. I had an instant connection with him. But it took me a bit to be able to talk to a guy I didn’t know and when Nash came along, we became friends pretty quickly.
“Angel!” The nickname I first hated, and he still calls me it. I laugh as he closes the door, lifts me up, and swings me around. “I missed you!” He plops me down on the couch and we sit facing each other immediately. “Okay, spill. Tell me everything.”
“Ha, if I did that we’d miss dinner with Memphis and Sadie tonight.” I laugh and play smack him on his arm.