Finding Serenity (The Unexpected Love Series Book 2)

by Black, T. E.

  My heartbeats cease and my palms close into a fist. My red-tipped acrylic fingernails pinch my skin, the open wounds trickling blood. I'm about to punch this bitch in the face. She's touching the man who’s supposed to be mine. I don't give two shits whether we hated each other until a week ago or the fact he's into bad stuff. He was mine before I even knew it.

  "Trent!" I growl from my seat.

  He pulls away from the chick he's been fucking with his mouth to look at me. At first, he exudes fear. His brows draw together, and his smooth skin pales. After a minute of us staring each other down as if we're going to go at it any minute, he smirks. He fucking smirks like this is some sick game, and I snap.

  "Can you please stop fucking your bitch in the middle of the damn shop, Trent?"

  It sounds like a question, but it's more of a demand. I refuse to watch him and this girl have sex in front of me, especially when he was just all over me not too long ago.

  Trent lets out a laugh, making me want to punch him in the face, too. He separates from the girl.

  "We'll talk later, sweetheart," he quirks, giving the girl a tap on the ass.

  He makes me sick. He makes me hot. He makes me want to screw the hell out of him.

  I'm taking control right now. If I don't, I'll go insane.

  I stand up from my seat just as Trent stalks toward me with a sexy-ass grin on his face. He knew what he was doing bringing her in here, and I'm about to show him exactly what his prize is for winning.

  "I think we need to talk, Shay,” he points out.

  I don't give him an answer. Instead, I put one foot in front of the other, moving past him, out the front door, and toward his truck while he keeps up with me.

  Glass Animals – “Toes”

  THIS IS WHAT dreams of angry fucking are made of. Shay standing in my bedroom in nothing but her bra, her panties, and those damn red high heels. Her tattoos make my eyes wander, the sight one of the sexiest things I’ve seen.

  I sit on my bed, my dick rock hard from how she's taking control. Typically, I want the power, but right here, right now, I'm giving it over to her. I'll let her have it if she wants it. She can take every inch of my body, my mind, and my soul.

  I memorize the contours of her hips and her tight little stomach as she leans over tapping on her phone. One of the sexiest beats I've ever heard fills the room, engrossing me, sucking me in as I listen to the words. It's a song made for this moment.

  "What is this, baby?" I question, my fists gripping the comforter on my bed.

  She lifts her head, a devilish smile embedding itself in my brain for years to come.

  "It's called ‘Toes.’"

  I nod my head, not giving a fuck about the song anymore. She starts moving her body to the music effortlessly. Her hips sway to the bass, my mouth watering in the process. She has curves I've never seen before on a woman. That's what Shay Kirby is. She's all woman, and one I can't wait to fucking sink my teeth into.

  Her red fingernails glide over the tattooed exterior of her skin. I watch them roam, caressing every inch of her body. One hand runs through her long black and red hair while I study every motion.

  My dick begs to be inside her, and my heart is racing. Any blood that was swimming around inside me now settles in my cock. I can't fucking handle her little tease right now.

  She moves closer, and I reach out to touch those hips that have been haunting me.

  "Come here, kitten," I order.

  She obliges, straddling my thighs. I smile against her, running my mouth over the swell of her breasts. She moans, her mouth opening slightly. She's so fucking sexy.

  I never imagined I’d get this again, but here we are. Our bodies pressed against one another, our fingers pushing viciously into each other’s skin.

  She looks down at me with eyes full of hunger. Placing a manicured hand on my chest, she separates us. My back hits the bed, and I stare in awe. I know nothing will ever compare to this. No woman will ever compare to the sight of Shay straddling me, unclasping her bra to let me see those beautiful tits.

  I lean up to kiss her perfect mouth, but she shoves my chest hard.

  “No kissing,” she snaps.

  Seriously?

  “Why can’t I kiss ya, kitten?”

  “Seriously?”

  “Seriously,” I answer.

  “You just had your mouth on that bitch, Trent! I have no clue where she’s been! And to be honest, I shouldn’t be thinking about fucking you either right now!”

  She jumps off me, searching for her shirt on my bedroom floor. I sigh, her eyes snapping to mine.

  “You’re sighing? I think I should be the one making aggravating noises, Trent! Dammit! What was I thinking? You had sex with her!”

  “Shay,” I soothe.

  “I’m just going to leave. I’ll catch a cab back to the shop. This was a mistake.”

  “Shay.”

  “Dammit, Trent! Couldn’t you have kept it in your pants for a few fucking days?”

  “Shay.”

  “God forbid you keep your dick soft for longer than twenty-four hours!”

  “Shay!”

  “What Trent!”

  “Come here,” I entice.

  Her shoulders shrug, her eyes dropping to the ground. She steps to me as if she’s walking on water, keeping eye contact a distant memory. I take her tattooed hands in mine, our choice of ink colors complementing the other.

  “I didn’t sleep with her,” I confess.

  I wanted to. I just couldn’t do it. I took her home from the bar, got way too coked out, and spent the whole night talking about this girl I was crazy about. I figured the chick would’ve left, but she ended up a little too fucked up herself. Hell, she didn’t even sleep in my bed. I grabbed an old comforter out of the hallway closet, and she slept on my pullout couch.

  Shay lifts her head, watery eyes searching for the truth.

  “I saw you with her, Trent. Don’t tell me you didn’t sleep with her. You two were practically fucking in the doorway.”

  “It was an act. I was trying to make you notice me. The only time you actually see me is when my tongue is shoved down another chick’s throat. I’m shit to ya any other time, Shay. Ya only notice me when I’m fucking up.”

  I look away, my heart thumping in my chest. She’s fucking getting to me. I just told her something I had planned to keep to myself. I didn’t want that to happen.

  “Trent …” she urges. “Look at me …”

  Fuck. I wanted to talk, but I didn’t want this conversation to happen. What was I supposed to do, though? She was ready to get a fucking cab. My plan fucking backfired.

  I flick my eyes back to her, a softer expression meeting mine.

  “It’s fine. Just know I didn’t sleep with her, Shay.”

  “Why?”

  “Dammit!” I shout, startling her. “I just couldn’t do it. You fucking mean something to me, and I couldn’t do it.”

  Her fingers come up, caressing the stubble on my cheeks while her lips press to my ear.

  “I like you too, Trent,” she confides before her tongue glides against my skin.

  A fire ignites inside me. My insides warm, my head becoming clustered.

  Shay presses me back down on the bed, her curvy silhouette looming over me.

  Words aren't needed right now. We both know what needs to happen. It's been too damn long, and we've both been starving for each other. Emotions are fucking with both of us.

  I study her, the black lace bra falling from her chest. She slides it gracefully down her tattooed arms. Her nipples come into my sight, and I lose it. My breath hitches with an audible gasp while my heartbeat breaks records.

  “Fuck. You’re downright stunning.”

  I reach for her breasts, my fingers twisting and pulling at them. I feel her wetness through her panties. My eyes trace the outlines of her ink, getting lost in the sight.

  "Touch me, Trent,” she pleads.

  Generally, I’d ask the woman on
top of me where she wanted my fingers, but with Shay, I know exactly where to put them.

  I dip two fingers into her black laced panties, getting my first touch of her clit in what feels like years. Her pussy is to die for.

  I rub in small circles, letting her warm up to my rough touch. In seconds, she's rocking her hips into my hand, giving herself what she wants. Her moans get loud, her body moving in waves.

  "You ready to have my cock inside you again, kitten? I can’t wait another fucking minute."

  She responds with a noise I'll never forget. She's been dying for me almost as badly as I've been dying to be inside her again.

  I sit up, taking her with me. Her fingers find the edge of my shirt, pulling it over my head in a swift motion. She tosses it somewhere on the floor, but it doesn't matter at this moment. The only thing that matters is the beautiful woman who's completely captivated me.

  I reach over to the bedside table, looking for a condom while Shay unbuttons my pants.

  Her fingers rub over the tip of my cock, and I moan, searching for the damn condom faster. My hand lands on the foil wrapper. I rip the fucker open with my teeth and roll it over my shaft.

  Shay leans down, fusing our mouths together. My hands grip each side of her face, pulling her deeper into my mouth. Fuck not kissing her. I fucking need it. Her kiss is electric. Her noises are constant, and her panties are my only roadblock. I lower one hand and, gripping them, I give a swift tug, which has the lace in pieces in my hand.

  "Get yourself on my dick, Shay," I command.

  She listens for once in her life, and I thank all that's holy for this moment. Her pussy is a heaven I hope I go to when I die. I could live like this for the rest of my fucking life if she'd let me.

  Shay rocks on top of me, her breathing heavy and sexy.

  "Talk to me, kitten. Tell me how much ya love my cock," I encourage her.

  Her eyes open, she’s staring down at me while she rides like a champion.

  "I fucking love it, Trent," she moans out while I thrust.

  “I.”

  Thrust.

  “Fucking.”

  Thrust.

  “Love.”

  Thrust.

  “It.”

  That's all it takes, four words and I'm ready to blow my load inside of her sweet pussy. I lift my hips, pumping into her as hard I need to, my finger gliding over her clit. I rub it roughly with no remorse.

  Our breathing becomes frantic. Our sweat clings. Our moans try to outdo one another. All the while, my heart is doing backflips. The ice shielding my heart is fucking melting. My heart is screaming to tell her I love her, but my brain is telling me it's not a good idea. I could ruin our moment by scaring her away. So I keep my feelings to myself and let my heart lose the battle.

  The day will come, but today isn't it.

  “ARE YOU GONNA let me take ya out now?" I question.

  Her cheeks redden, and she smiles nervously. How she’s shy right now after we just fucked is a damn mystery. I don't know if she expected me to let it go afterward, but it won't be happening. She'll be mine, one way or another. It's not up for discussion anymore.

  She looks at me with adoration in her eyes. We shared something some don’t get the chance to experience in a lifetime. I’d be a fucking fool to let her get away from me.

  "I can't this weekend. Next weekend Abby goes with her father, so how about then?"

  I’ll take what I can get. Next weekend is a hell of a long time to wait, but I'd wait forever if she asked me to.

  "All right. How does next Saturday sound?" I suggest.

  She grimaces, and I prepare myself for the letdown. She's gonna back out. I knew it was too good to be fucking true.

  "I have plans next Saturday. Does Friday work?" she replies.

  I nod like a fucking bobblehead, unable to contain my excitement.

  Friday.

  "I'll pick you up at six, babe. Wear something sexy. I got plans for us." I waggle my eyebrows.

  She smiles, and my heart speeds up again. That’s gotta stop fucking happening. My ears ring and my blood rushes. It’s insane.

  You're gonna fix my fucked-up soul one day. I can feel it.

  I want her kiss. I want to feel her mouth on mine, her plump lips against mine. So I do it. I fucking go for it. What’s the difference? If I’m in, I might as well be all cards on deck.

  I reach my hands out, snaking her face before she realizes, and pull her to me. Her lips don't move for a few seconds, but when they do, I'm in heaven again.

  I’m floating on cloud nine. I’m looking down at the world from a cloud of fucking euphoria. Everyone moves along with their days, but my world stops. My world stops spinning, only to focus on the woman in front of me. I’m fucking sick—lovesick. I’ve never been so happy to be sick in my life.

  We kiss hard.

  We're frantic.

  We’re insane.

  For a moment in time, we belong to each other.

  Giving our bodies what they want, what they desire, we keep on moving. Neither of us pulls away. We embrace it. We embrace each other in the only way we know how.

  We touch.

  We pull.

  We bite.

  We fucking feel.

  Alessia Cara – “Here”

  “MOMMY, CAN I invite Daddy to my birthday?"

  Abby hops up on the couch next to me, settling her head on my thighs.

  "Bruce is having his own party for you, baby girl," I reply, my heart twisting.

  Abby crosses her arms. Her bottom lip pokes out while the dimples in her cheeks fade.

  "But why can't we just have them together?"

  This is the part of not being married to Bruce that hurts the most. Abby will never experience the joy of having her mother and father together in the same room without wanting to kill each other. I didn't plan on it happening. I really didn't. The time came when I’d had enough of him. He was an alcoholic, and he never gave a shit about Abby.

  "Jesus, Bruce! Do you care about us at all? We’re your family! The least you can do is spend some time with Abby. She's your daughter!"

  Bruce looks at me with intoxicated eyes. The red lines covering the white tell me he's been drinking all day. It's not like I couldn't have guessed. He's been this way for as long as I can remember. Even before Abby was born, he was an addict.

  "What the fuck do you want from me, Shay? I'm working two jobs! I'm trying to put food on the fucking table, and you nagging me about having a few drinks isn't fucking helping! You love to complain about anything you possibly can," he screams, his voice slurred.

  I'm not prepared for what comes next. I never expected it to happen.

  Bruce darts toward me, his hand balling into a fist as it crashes into my face. I know I should feel something, anything at all, but I don't. The blackness takes me away to a better place, and that's where I stay until I hear him pleading for me to wake up.

  "Mommy, if Daddy can't come to my party, can your work friend come instead?"

  I gather my bearings only for them to be thrown off again.

  What did she just say?

  I look down at pleading eyes, not knowing the answer to her question. I want to tell her Trent will come, but right now, I don't know if it's a good idea.

  I give her a sad smile, grabbing my phone off the end table.

  "Why don't you call him and ask, sweetie?" I prompt.

  Abby's eyes light up like a big city. She snatches the phone from my hand, using her fingers to find Trent's name in my contacts.

  Abby hits the send button on the screen, and I put it on speakerphone for her.

  One ring.

  Two rings.

  Three rings.

  Please don't answer.

  Four rings.

  This was a stupid idea.

  Five rings.

  I release a long breath.

  "Hello?"

  Oh God. His voice is pure sin, just like the rest of his body. Trent is built, and his height
makes him even more attractive. He constantly has an "I just woke up looking this good" thing going on. I'll be damned if it doesn't work for him.

  I know he works out because he has a six-pack to prove he spends countless hours at the gym. Let's not forget the magical V leading to the place I love the most. The V is my favorite part. I'll admit I've wanted to trace it with my tongue on more than one occasion. You can call him downright sexy if you include his hair, which is a dark brown, long on the top, and a tad shorter on the sides. His hairstylist knows what they're doing. His beard, his eyes, and his beautiful white smile are the panty dropper, though. I can tell you from personal experience.

  "Shay? Everything all right?"

  I take a deep breath, calming the ache between my legs.

  I can do this.

  "Hey. Abby wanted to talk to you," I speak quick, shoving the phone in her direction.

  How bad am I? I just used my daughter as an excuse not to talk to him.

  "Hi, Trent! Do you wanna come to my birthday?"

  I can't help but smile at how brave she is. Abby has no fear once she's met someone. She's a social butterfly once you’re around her long enough.

  "You’re daaa … darn right I do, princess. When is it?" Trent asks between laughs.

  Abby looks at me and her smile is now five lumens brighter. She's excited. Her little nose wrinkles and she bites her bottom lip.

  Please don't let her down, Trent. Don't ruin this for her.

  "In a few weeks," she confirms matter-of-factly.

  Trent laughs deep into the phone, his voice sounding more genuine by the minute.

  "Sounds good, princess. Where's it at?"

  Abby shoots her eyes toward me, hoping I'll spill the surprise. I don't want to disappoint her, but I just can't afford to rent the zoo for her party. Money is tight, but the bills make it even tighter.