Gavin (A Redemption Romance #3)
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I was so baffled by the money and what Trent had said, I forgot to try and pull away again. He turned me, gave a head nod to the group and directed us toward the parking lot.
Trent guided me to a sleek, black Camaro SS, with an awesome blue rally stripe. It was new, still had the paper plates on it, was this his?
“Where’s your truck?” I asked, perplexed. This ride was awesome, totally Trent too, I knew he loved muscle cars, but as he opened the door and I slid inside, I could tell, this thing was top of the line.
Getting in on the other side, he replied; “thought I’d bring this today. Figured it would be easier for you to get into in a dress.”
Confused, I thought about it for a minute. I’d been planning to go home with Jake and Hope, “how did you know I’d be coming home with you?”
He smirked and shrugged his shoulders, but didn’t answer.
“Damn it, Trent, how did you know?”
Letting out a frustrated sigh, he looked at me, before looking over his shoulder to pull out of the parking spot. The engine purred beautifully and the powerful machine moved smoothly.
“I planned it.” He admitted without looking at me again.
“What do you mean, you planned it, how? Why?” Realizing how stupid the why was, I shut up. He’d been trying to talk to me, to get me alone for months. I’d just always been better at avoiding him. Somehow, I’d let my guard down today and allowed myself to get caught.
“Jake mentioned that you were riding with him and Hope to the wedding when we went out last weekend. So, I told him that I would take you home.”
Simple enough, I thought, but didn’t Jake question that? No one knew, no one, not even Aurora knew that Trent and I had dated.
“He didn’t ask you why?”
“We’re going to talk at home, I have a lot to say and I’m sure that you do too, but I’m done with this secretive shit. I didn’t tell him, but swear to god, Amber, we are the worst kept secret in Texas.”
What the hell did that mean? I had to wonder in silence, because he cranked up the radio and didn’t say another word. For the rest of the thirty-minute drive back to my house, I was treated to David Allen Coe, then Hank, Jr., blasting over the speakers.
Pulling up to the house, he pulled right in the driveway, like he’d never left, parked in his usual spot and shut off the car. Turning to look at me, he glared, placing his hand over the buckle for my seatbelt.
“If you get out of this car before I come around to get you, I’ll be pissed, Amber, and you don’t want to see me pissed, yeah?”
Pressing my lips together in a frustrated line, I didn’t answer, but I also didn’t make a move to jump out of the car.
As hard as it was, I sat there and watched him walk around the front of the. All I could remember was the last time he’d walked around his truck like that to get me. He’d opened my door, unbuckled my seat belt and lifted me down, cradling me in his arms. I’d clung to him that night, holding on and sobbing. He’d held me like I was the most precious thing in his world. Remembering the pain of that night sliced through me and just as he opened the door, an involuntary sob escaped my throat.
The car was so low, he bent down, balancing himself on his toes and clasped my face in his hands. “Sweetheart, please god, don’t cry.” The warmth on my skin was a soothing balm to my ravaged spirit.
Shaking off the memory, I pulled my shoulders straight and nodded. “I’m good, but tired. I need to go in and sleep.
He raised an eyebrow and one side of his mouth lifted. Reaching in, he unbuckled my belt, but thankfully didn’t lift me out this time. Instead, he stood to his full height, and extended his hand, gentlemanly as he was, to assist me. Keeping my hand firmly in his once again, he led me to the front door of my house. Even when I tried to pull my keys from my handbag, he didn’t let go. Instead, he stuck his hand inside, fished out my keys and opened the front door.
The motion sensor security light that he’d installed just under a year ago had turned on, illuminating his determined face. He held the door open for me, as he’d always done, and followed me inside. Turning, he caught the screen door, since it had a tendency to slam, showing me, once again, how naturally, in tune with everything in my life, he was.
I needed a minute. One fucking minute. I had to get away, to get some space, to clear my head, to shake some sense into myself. It was all too much, way too fucking much.
The sound of my heels clicking on the wood floors echoed around the room as I headed toward the hall, leading to my bedroom.
“You’ve got ten minutes, Amber. If you’re not back out here, I’ll come back there and find you.”
Letting out a deep, calming breath, I spun to face him, bracing for his reaction to seeing me this way. I glared at him as his eyes widened and his face paled.
“Sweetheart, no,” he pleaded in the sweetest, softest voice to ever exist on Earth, as he reached for me with one hand.
He seemed to be stuck in place, unsure of what to do next, though his arm had moved, nothing else did, which was good for me, I couldn’t be held just then. I’d break the rest of the way, for sure.
Uncertainty wasn’t his usual style, he almost always had a plan, at least when his world wasn’t tipped on its axis. Any contingent he was able to plan for, he did. Me, however, and all the shit in my life, he’d not been able to foresee.
“I need a damn minute, okay?” I asked, mock-calmly as the black mascara streaked down my face. I’d seen my reflection in the mirror before I’d turned around, I knew the frightening sign he’d see when I’d turned to look at him. Maybe it was a bitch move, but I needed a break here. I wasn’t trying to be difficult just to yank his chain, I was doing my level best to hold my shit together and save him from a life he didn’t want and would grow to resent.
I held his pained stare a few more seconds, then turned once again and headed to my room. I stripped out of my dress, then sat on the bed to remove my shoes. I rejoiced in the fact that I’d picked a dress that hadn’t needed unzipped by someone else. That would have been difficult. I never understood why I could zip something up, but about broke myself in half to get it down again.
Walking to my dresser in my underwear, I yanked off the strapless bra that had been cutting into my skin for the past three hours, tossed it toward the laundry hamper and pulled out my favorite hoodie and sweatpants.
Sweats were my guilty pleasure. Very few knew about them, I was totally polished and perfect at all times, in front of almost everyone. Trent knew, he’d seen them and had even added to my collection. The pants had to be loose enough that they weren’t tight against my rounded ass, and the inside needed to be as soft and fluffy as possible. Same with sweatshirts, except they had to fit my tits, always have a hood and the front uni-pocket thing. I could keep all kinds of crazy shit in there.
Never once in my life, except that one night, had I ever been out of the house in my sweats. Those sweats had been the first ones I’d ever thrown away. They’d been my favorite too, Trent’s old USMC hoodie and the perfect navy bottoms. I’d hoped to save the top, but it had gotten ruined too.
Once again, forcing the memories from my mind, I yanked on my new favorite clothes, a pair of super fluffy socks and walked into my bathroom, to find Snowball asleep in the sink, again. Thankfully, I had two, so my white, super fluffy baby kitty could sleep in the sink undisturbed.
I washed my face and brushed my teeth, then went through the tedious process of pulling out the nine-billion hair pins that Trinity had stuck in there. Considering my hair had been mostly down, I didn’t see the need for all the pins. Who knew, maybe she owned stock in the company. Once I was clean and unencumbered, I found my courage and walked back into the living room, to find Trent, standing at the front window, looking out over the quiet street.
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Don't forget - Trent's story isn't complete, so changes will occur before now and then! Also, Trent hasn't been edited, at all, so enjoy the sneak peak for what it is! All m
y love, Anna
Anna Scott
Anna is an author Romantic Novels and erotic short stories. The books Anna loves to write are erotic in nature. They swirl around an underlying theme of love, challenge, imminent heartbreak and always end with at least the possibility of a Happily Ever After.
In her youth, Anna would frequently stay awake into the early hours of the morning, typing on an old typewriter. Horrific stories of blood, murder and suicide plagued her young mind until they had to be released onto the page. Her love of writing started at this early age, but over the years, her work has moved from the twisted and morbid to the more lascivious and pleasurable.
Today, Anna can be found in her comfortable, red armchair, coffee in hand, staring out at the surrounding fields, dreaming up new and decadent stories.
She shares her life with an alpha male of her own, a family and many animals.
Anna began to publish her books, thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend. This special person is always a support, encouraging Anna at every turn. She helps to focus Anna’s mind when the many facets of writing get to be overwhelming.
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Redemption Series
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Gavin
Trent (Coming Summer 2016!)
Reed (Coming Fall 2016!)
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One More Chance
Last Chance
Taking a Chance Box Set (Coming Soon!)
A Maker’s of Peace MC Romance
Finally Mine
Forever Mine
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Seduce
Reject
Regret
Fall
Manipulate
Sabotage
Submit
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Lost Love - Free Short Story
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