Finding Serenity (The Unexpected Love Series Book 2)

by Black, T. E.

  Thank fucking God.

  I tug Shay into the back room of the shop without resistance. She wants this as bad as I do. I'm pretty sure she needs this just as bad as I do, too.

  As soon as she shuts the door, I have her back pressed against it. Our mouths connect and our hands roam over each other's bodies freely. Touching Shay's body is addictive. I swear every time I touch her I find a curve I hadn't yet discovered. Her fucking curves are the sexiest thing I've ever felt.

  "Baby," I breathe against her lips, calming my erratic breaths. "I need to be inside you."

  She smiles up at me mischievously, grinning like the Cheshire cat.

  "Well, you’re going to have to wait for a minute because I have a surprise for you."

  I let a frustrated groan slip out while she shimmies away from me and digs through a drawer of the filing cabinet.

  "I don't mean to be a dick, but what the fuck are ya doing, babe?"

  She looks at me, her smile huge still. She holds a small white box with a black bow on it, and a slightly bigger box wrapped identically in her other hand.

  She saunters over to me while I watch her confused as fuck.

  What in the hell is she doing?

  She steps in front, giving me small tug by the hoop on my jeans.

  "Open them."

  I take the two boxes from her, hoping whatever is in here won't stop me from fucking my girl while my client waits outside. I open the first box, and I can't help but let out a loud laugh at her timing. Sitting in front of me in the tiny box is a black touch screen iPod.

  God. I love her.

  "Thanks, babe. This is awesome!" I lean in to kiss her lips

  She pulls away, pushing at my hand to open the other box.

  "Hurry up," she rushes.

  I open the other box, finding a small wireless speaker in it, and when I look back up at her, she has her bottom lip tucked between her teeth while her eyes undress me.

  She takes the iPod and the speaker dock from my hand, setting them on the cabinet while she flicks through the music selection. She chooses a song and cranks up the volume so loud the bass of the speaker shakes the walls.

  Spinning around, she moves back too quickly, while The Darkness’s “I Believe in a Thing Called Love” drowns us out from eavesdroppers.

  Shay shoves me hard, and I stumble against the wall, my back slamming into it. Her mouth smashes into mine, and she whispers to me between kisses.

  "Now, no one can hear us."

  Holy fuck.

  She’s the sexiest woman I've ever met.

  I grab her, our mouths slamming back together. I spin so she's the one against the wall. Her hands find the button on my jeans, and all I can think about is how good it's gonna feel to be inside of her. Her hand skims the head of my cock, and I suck in a sharp breath.

  "Fuck, kitten. Your touch is electric."

  She looks up at me through dark lashes, her bright eyes dark. “Do you believe in love, Trent Wallace?”

  “Fuck, kitten. Do I ever,” I hiss.

  She takes her emotions out on my dick, stroking it hard. The way I like it. She fucking assaults me, and it's of epic proportions. I’ll never get tired of her touch.

  I move quickly, placing my hands on her ass and hoisting her up so her legs wrap around my waist. Her heels dig into my lower back, and I thank God she's wearing a fucking dress today.

  My hands inch up her skirt, my fingers gently caressing the apex of her thighs.

  "Oh God," she purrs under my touch.

  The moment I touch her panties, I find her completely soaked. She coos at me to keep going, but I tease her a little longer for both our benefit.

  I slide one finger inside her, feeling her clench around me and begging me to continue.

  "Fuck, kitten. There's nothing like your sweet pussy. Ya want me to stick my cock in that pretty little pussy?"

  She answers before I even get the full sentence out of my mouth, using her heels to kick down my jeans and boxers.

  "I guess that's a yes, babe," I answer.

  "Yes. Please, Trent."

  I reach between us, positioning my cock at her entrance before thrusting into her all the way. I'm deep inside her, and it's fucking heaven.

  Shay cries out, and I use my free hand to cover her mouth. I don't want the entire shop to know I'm fucking my girl back here. The customers are a bunch of horny, good-looking assholes, and the last thing I want them to think about is Shay naked.

  Shay's hand finds mine covering her mouth, and she guides it down her jaw, curling my fingers around her throat. Fuck. Can she get any sexier?

  This is something new for us. I test my limits by giving it a tiny squeeze, careful not to hurt her. As soon as I squeeze, her pussy clamps down around my cock, and I know she likes it.

  You're a dirty girl, kitten.

  "Ya like that, babe? Ya like me choking you while I fuck you with my cock?" I hiss through gritted teeth.

  "Yes!" she tries to yell out, but my grip is restricting her from screaming too loudly.

  I slam into her, my balls tightening. Sweat beads on my skin. Her pussy feels too damn good. The harder I pound into her, the more I tighten my grip on her throat, and before I know it, she's milking my cock. I try to hold my orgasm back, but hey, what her pussy wants, her pussy gets.

  Our orgasms hit like a tidal wave, crashing down on a town of people and destroying everything underneath it. We both cry out in bliss, intertwining our bodies as much as we can during it.

  It's fucking amazing.

  “JUST COME DOWN, man. I'll squeeze ya in," I tell Mac, leaning back in my chair.

  Mac called me to see if he could get an appointment on short notice, and as much shit as we give each other, I always rearrange my schedule to fit him in. He’s my best friend.

  Twenty minutes later, he waltzes into the shop with a shit-eating grin on his face. I jump up from my chair, going to greet the dumbass motherfucker.

  "What's good, Mac Daddy?" I bump fists with him.

  "Nothing much, asshole. I need you to do some ink. It’s special shit, though, so don't fuck it up."

  I wave him off. "I got this."

  He nods and follows me toward my station. We sit down, and he tells me his idea with the excitement of a three-year-old.

  "I want you to do a calla lily and make sure it's that fucking purple-ish black color Callie likes. I owe her, man. So don't fuck this up."

  I laugh at him, cracking jokes about turning into a pussy-whipped bitch, to which he agrees a hundred percent. Seriously, though, making jokes isn't even fun anymore when all he does is agree with them. He's turned my entertainment into a fucking soap opera. Boring.

  I get the stencil drawn up, even adding a little extra to the design without him asking me.

  Am I a good friend or what?

  "It's fucking perfect, man. Adding Callie's name is genius! Ya know, when you're not being a douchebag, I remember why we're friends," he jokes while I start putting the stencil on his neck.

  "Yeah, yeah. Just go check it out in the mirror, pussy. Make sure it's where ya want it. I'll pick some tunes."

  He heads toward the mirror, letting out a chuckle. "Aren't I supposed to be picking the music? The customer's choice, right?"

  Nope.

  "Not a chance in hell. Just sit ya ass back down in the chair and deal."

  I settle on a little classic rock for the music of choice. Bob Dylan blares from the stereo, echoing through the shop and putting me in the place I need to be when I tattoo.

  "Seriously, dude? Bob Dylan? Did ya grow a pussy since we’ve last hung out?"

  I scoff, taking a seat next to him to start the outline of his tattoo.

  "Keep busting balls, fucker. I'd be more than happy to accidentally let my needle stab your neck."

  He lets out a deep laugh, surrendering to the fact I hold his entire life in my hands right now.

  "Point taken. Tattoo away, oh great one."

  I catch the sarcasm.


  “HOLY SHIT, MAC! Is that what I think it is?" Shay squeals from the doorway.

  "Hey, Shay," he welcomes, flashing a smile her way.

  I stare at her, seeing if I’m the only one who can make her blush, and sure enough, there's not a shade of red in sight. Fucking score.

  "Yeah. It's exactly what you think it is. Think Callie will like it? She'll be here soon. I told her to stop down in a bit."

  Shay lets out an "aww" noise, and it makes me a tad jealous. I wish she'd fucking make "aww" noises about shit I do for her, but all I get is being pissed or wanting to fuck. I want something more from her. I need emotions from her.

  "Callie's going to love it, Mac!"

  "I'm going to love what?"

  As if on cue, Callie comes walking into the room, her eyes darting around at us suspiciously. I throw my hands up, knowing it's the best thing for my safety. She might freak out about the tattoo since she's a pretty odd woman.

  "Come see, sweetheart," Mac urges, tilting his head, his neck fully exposed.

  I train my eyes on Shay, who stares at them both lovingly. Callie gasps, followed by the sound of skin slapping skin. Are they seriously gonna fuck in my station?

  When I look away from Shay, I realize Callie gave Mac a love tap on the chest. She sits in his lap, tracing the tattoo.

  "I can't believe you got my name on you! It's beautiful, Mac!" she gushes, stealing kisses.

  "Thank Trent, babe. I just came up with the idea.”

  I sink down in my chair while Callie's head swings my way. Motherfucker. I don't feel like having her get all mushy with me right now.

  "Trent, I knew you had a soft side somewhere! Thank you," she says genuinely as she hops off Mac's lap and heads my way.

  I instinctively lean back further hoping she has enough common sense not to do what I think she's going to do in front of her fiancé. Yet, she does it anyway. She plops herself in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and hugging me tight.

  "It's beautiful, Trent. Thank you,” she repeats.

  I put one hand on her lower back, careful to keep it from entering forbidden territory.

  "All right, Cal, enough with that shit. You're gonna make me beat the shit out of him. Get your cute little ass back over here," Mac booms from the distance.

  Callie giggles, placing a small kiss on my cheek and running back to her man.

  After Callie settles back into Mac's lap, she turns toward Shay and me.

  "Do you guys wanna go out tonight? We all need a night out! It’s been too long!" she exclaims.

  I shrug, looking over at Shay, who has her lip between her teeth, pulling it so hard I'm afraid she's gonna make herself bleed.

  "I'm down. Shay?" I question, raising my brows.

  "Uh. I want to, but I don't know what to do about Abby. It's not like I can just leave her," she says, her voice soft.

  "I'm sure Mrs. Lidy can watch her, babe. It's just for a little while. You deserve a night out too, you know." I try to convince her, secretly crossing my fingers that she agrees.

  We haven't been out together as a "couple,” and I'm dying to show her off.

  "I'll see what I can do. I'll call Mrs. Lidy now."

  She saunters off to make the call, leaving me with Mac and Callie, who are practically fucking on the tattoo chair.

  Good God. Help me.

  AFTER WE TOOK Abby to Mrs. Lidy's and got ourselves ready, Shay and I sit at a table in Max's. We both sip on our drinks with everyone who came out tonight, including Sierra and Evan.

  "So how do you all know each other? I mean I never really asked. I don't expect a full explanation, but I'm curious," Shay asks, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

  How fucking cute. I never see Shay get embarrassed. She’s a steel fortress when it comes to emotions. She hides that shit well. Just another thing we have in common.

  Mac chimes in before I can start explaining.

  "Well, I met your boyfriend when I was twenty-three. He was such a fucking punk, Shay. You should’ve seen him!" He laughs, putting his arm around the back of Callie's chair.

  All the girls start giggling at Mac's description of me, including Shay.

  "He was a scrawny little fuck who was a total momma's boy! And he put his dick in anything then lied to his mom, telling her he was in class at all hours of the night! It was fucking hysterical. I met him the night he almost got jumped at this very bar. He woulda got his ass handed to him, but ya know I had to step in and save the day. Needless to say, you can thank me for making him into a man with balls, not a pussy like he used to be."

  I huff, grabbing my shot glass off the table and throwing it back, washing it down with my beer afterward.

  "Hardy fucking har har. Eat that shit up, everyone, because I'm not the only one who was a total fucking loser back in the day."

  I look around the table, my eyes scanning over every person that occupies it. My gaze stops on Evan who has his head down, swishing the beer around in his glass.

  Bingo.

  "How about Evan here? You remember when we found this sorry sap at the gym, Mac?" Evan's eyes shoot to mine, his face instantly flushing. Sierra giggles next to him, tucking her face into the crook of his neck.

  Oh, this is gonna be good.

  "Why, what was wrong with Evan?" Shay asks from my side.

  "Oh, kitten, you have no idea. He was totally fucking love struck when Mac and I met him."

  Mac cuts me off, throwing his own comment in. "And a total fucking wimp!"

  Just as Mac says it, Evan throws a "fuck you" his way, and I continue my story.

  "Ya see, he used to go work out at that gym instead of managing it ..."

  "You manage a gym?" she asks Evan.

  "Yeah, I do. I've been working there for almost three years now, and I'm going to school to get my degree in physical therapy." Evan shrugs toward Shay.

  I look over at Shay seeing the new dimple piercings in her cheeks sparkling in the stage lighting. Fuck. She’s damn sexy, and somehow, she fits in with my group of fucked-up friends. That's a big fucking deal for me.

  "That's impressive, Evan. But you know I have to let Trent continue telling your story. Sorry," she says, letting out a small laugh and throwing back her cherry bomb shot.

  "All right, listen to this. Mac and I hit the gym at the ass crack of dawn figuring no one will be there to see us still bombed off our asses. Sure enough, the only fucker in the entire place besides the counter girl is that sap over there."

  "Like I said, we were both hammered. So Mac decides it would fun to challenge our buddy Evan here to a lifting competition at six o'clock in the fucking morning. Evan had his tail between his legs before Mac could even say he was joking!"

  Everyone at the table is holding back tears, even Evan. He used to be an idiot, but now, he's a cool kid. That only makes this story better.

  "Wait, wait. It gets better! So we start asking him what the fuck he's doing at the gym that early, and he tells us he's trying to get in shape for some girl he's trying to impress!"

  Sierra kisses his cheek when I tell that part.

  "Mac and I asked if he was just trying to bang the fuck out of this chick, or if he was serious about her. He told us point blank he planned on being with her for the rest of his life."

  Shay is gushing along with Callie, even though I'm sure she's heard this story from Mac before.

  "So what happened then?" Shay asks.

  "For the next few months, we met him at the gym every morning at six o'clock, sober or not. We trained the fuck out of him, and in the end, he got the girl."

  Shay's eyes shoot toward Evan and Sierra, as she squeals in happiness.

  "That’s so damn cute! He was trying to impress you the entire time?" Shay questions Sierra.

  "Yep, and honestly, he could’ve just asked me out before he went all gym rat. I would’ve said yes either way, but his muscles just made it that much better when we fuc-"

  "Babe! Come on! Shay doesn't wanna hear that sh
it!" Evan jokes, placing a kiss on her temple.

  "Of course, I do!" Shay defends.

  “Do you want another drink, babe?” I ask her.

  She nods, grabbing the collar of my shirt before I get up. I move with her tug, her lips landing on mine. Her taste is the sweetest. I don’t know if her red lipstick is flavored with some shit, but I love it. My tongue traces the seam of her mouth while she mewls.

  “What do ya say we get outta here after this beer?” I quip.

  She giggles against my mouth, placing a soft kiss on me again before answering. “We better drink fast then, stud.”

  I stand up, letting out a deep chuckle.

  Walking through the crowds of people is a pain in the ass, but I manage to make it to the beer where Ryleigh greets me with an agitated look.

  “What can I do for ya?” she asks.

  I look at her for a moment, noticing how run-down she looks. Ryleigh is always on top of her game. She never misses a play, but she looks different.

  “Ya could start by tellin’ me what’s going on.”

  With squinted eyes, she snarls, reaching for two beer bottles in the cooler.

  “You'd know if ya came around once in a while, now wouldn’t ya?” she snarls.

  I groan, rubbing my hands over my face.

  “Are ya gonna stay wicked pissed forever, Ry? Fuck. You’re family to me, for fuck’s sake!”

  With her eyes glued to me, a finger comes up to poke me in the chest.

  “When ya stop shoving that bullshit up your nose, I’ll stop being wicked pissed. I told ya once and I won’t say it again, Trent. I won’t watch ya do this to yourself. Does she even know?” She nods toward the table Shay sits at.

  “She doesn’t fucking know, and it had better stay that way, Ry. I’m serious about this shit,” I all but growl.

  Ryleigh lets out a sarcastic laugh, twisting the caps from the bottles.

  “Ya really think she isn’t gonna find out, Trent? Remember, I’m not the only person who knows about ya dirty little secret.” She looks over my shoulder, another grimace turning on her face. “Speaking of dirty little secrets, looks like one is waving at ya.”

  I look over my shoulder, and sure enough, the chick who stayed on my couch a while back is flagging me down. Motherfucker.