"You don't have to drink it." Trent reached for it, but she shook her head.
"No. I'm not one to back down from a challenge." He watched closely as she tipped the glass up to her lips, jealous of the glassware when it pressed against them. To his surprise she almost purred in delight. "Wow, I hate to admit it, but this is so smooth and smoky. I love it.”
"You do?" Pride swelled at his good choice in single malt scotch. "I'll order you one."
Leigh waved his offer away. "No, thank you, I have to keep my wits about me and this drink here would knock me senseless."
She lifted her eyes to his and his gut actually pitched. "I give. You win, I don't think I could drink scotch and be able to walk out," she said and winked at him. The slow sexy lowering of her lashes immediately made his friend down under spring to attention. "What about you, can you handle mine?"
Trent took another large sip to show off. “No problem, but it's too sweet for me, so you can have it back.”
Her elbow slid forward on the countertop when she leaned to wave the bartender over. Of course the guy hurried back. At Leigh's naughty smile, the guy's pose with his elbows on the bar mirrored hers, his eyes moving to her cleavage. "Would you please make me another Bellini Blush? Don't forget the fruity kabob."
The bartender's wide-eyed gaze slipped to hers focusing on the glass in front of Trent and he slid it closer to Leigh.
When the bartender walked away, Leigh shrugged. "You know it's strange but for some reason I'm already feeling a bit tipsy." Her hand shot to the edge of the bar to keep her balanced on the stool.
"I'll be here to save you if you fall," Trent replied as the room swayed. Maybe the mighty Bellini had kicked his butt after all.
Chapter Three
Amy Leigh had to admit, it had been a long time since she'd laughed so much. If she'd met the hunky Trent in Pine Oak, they would’ve never had the opportunity to say more than hello.
She'd not dated in a long time, it was damn near impossible for her. If a new single man arrived in Pine Oak and was halfway decent looking, by the time she saw him, the poor thing was either running scared or claimed.
Then there was her ex, Jay "Butthead" Daley. With his constant “accidental” stalking and dropping by with copies of the house keys he had made.
She really needed to set him straight, but it was hard with him being a nice guy. A nice cheater, but still it was difficult for Amy Leigh to be mean to Jay.
She studied the handsome man at the bar. Trent gave her a crooked smile and blinked a couple times, probably getting a bit tipsy from the mixture of drinks.
With his good looks and his obviously very expensive tailor made clothing, he was way, way, super way out of her league. Amy Leigh admired how the dim lights accentuated his wavy chestnut hair. His nose was straight, his jawline square. On occasion when he shifted she took note of the fact that his arms were well formed, stretching the fabric of his sleeves to accommodate the biceps. Thanks to his loosened tie and undone top shirt button, light wisps of chest hair caught her attention. Wow, she'd love to explore further down that trail to the promise land.
"I give," Trent said and held both hands up after finishing only half of the Bellini Blush she'd ordered for him. "You win." He pouted and she imagined how easy it must have been for him as a child, if he pulled that look on his mother.
Of course she relented. "You don't have to drink it, but you lost the challenge, so you will have to pay for it."
"How?" His lips curved into the crooked grin. Holy moly. Amy Leigh's mouth fell open and she took a big breath, Trent was definite man candy and she was starving.
"A kiss."
The door slammed shut behind them. Mouths fused, both taking turns dominating the other, neither of them wanting any space between them. The intensity of her attraction to Trent Baxter lit a fire through her entire body. Amy Leigh moaned when his hand cupped her ass and pulled her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around his slender hips and her arms around his shoulders refusing to remove her mouth from his.
His naughty tongue delved past her lips while at the same time, his hardness ground between her legs. Oh yeah, she'd died and gone past the clouds and rainbows straight into a pot of gold.
The next thing she knew her back was against the wall. His mouth slid to her neck where his tongue did very imaginative things.
Amy Leigh slid her hand down his wide back, into his pants, down to grab his taut ass. Her fingers trailed to the crack of his firm delicious butt and Trent responded with a hard buck into her. His deep groan vibrated at her throat sending tingles over her.
"I want you naked." Amy Leigh couldn't believe the words she'd uttered out loud, but it seemed to have turned into a night of firsts. What the hell, she might as well go for it. After all she was a thirty-year-old woman now. "Take your clothes off, Trent," she said with a growl.
"You took the words right out of my mouth." Darkened eyes bore into hers, his kiss-swollen lips curved into a haughty grin. There were so many places she wanted that mouth to go.
Lowering her legs to the floor, he insured she was steady before backing away. Never breaking eye contact, his hands went to his tie and those long nimble fingers unknotted the fabric and slid it off, material slipping easily around his neck. He made the simple act of removing a tie erotic. Amy Leigh wondered if she'd ever be able to watch a man remove his tie without thinking of this moment.
"Now you take off something," he said with his hands poised at the buttons on his cuffs.
Amy Leigh looked down; the only thing she wore was a dress, bra, and panties. With a shrug, she reached up and unzipped the dress.
"Look at me," his husky voice commanded and she lifted her gaze to meet his.
The dress slid from her shoulders to her waist. She had to maneuver it past her hips, but the fact she was curvy didn't bother her in the least when Trent gave an appreciative slow whistle.
"Where the hell have you been hiding?" he asked quickly unbuttoning his shirt, gaze skimming over her body. "You're perfect. I want to touch every inch of you."
Standing only in her panties, bra, and heels, Amy closed the distance, stopping a few inches from him. When he reached for her, she pulled away and shook her head. "Not until you remove that shirt. Hurry."
As the black and grey shirt slid from his wide shoulders, her throat went dry. In spite of the anticipation in his eyes, his upbringing took over. He moved away and hung the shirt over the back of a chair. His undershirt followed and she couldn't keep from gawking. Muscles rippled under his tanned skin with every move he made, the display taunting her to touch and take. The man was at least a demigod.
He lifted an eyebrow at her. "You're still wearing too many clothes."
She kicked off her shoes.
Amy Leigh shrugged. "Now you."
Trent didn't waste any time. He unbuckled his belt and removed his pants and underwear with one fluid motion.
"Sweet mother of everything that has ever breathed," Amy whispered. She'd only seen men like him on Pinterest, and here she thought they were all gay. "I would so love to take a picture of you right now and pin it."
The tall rendition of a fantasy closed the distance between them. "Is that a compliment?" All six foot three inches of perfect nudity stood before her. Amy finally understood why women swooned in the olden days.
Unable to take her eyes off of him, she moved backward to the bed.
Amy gazed at the wonderfully erect man standing before her. As she sat on the bed, his standing ovation was at the right level for kissing.
"It is definitely a compliment." She pressed her lips to the tip of his erection. She lifted her eyes to his rounded ones and bit her lip while smiling. "I had to do that."
"Yeah?" His lips curved and he smoothed his hand over her hair, his fingers threading through it.
A dew-like bead of liquid appeared on the tip of his penis and Amy Leigh leaned forward and wrapped her lips around it. He tasted like equal parts of sin and pleasure. D
elicious.
Trent's moans and forward motion of his hips encouraged Amy Leigh to proceed to new territory. She cupped his sack and caressed the underside of his length with her thumb while suckling him.
"Ah!" The hoarse exclamation ended with a second moan. With slow rhythmic movements, he slid in and out of her mouth, his eyes locked on her the entire time. After several more thrusts, Trent stopped. His breathing became ragged and his flat stomach lifted and lowered with each breath. Amy allowed him to slip from between her lips but proceeded to swirl her tongue on the tip until he took her by the shoulders and lowered her backward onto the bed.
Her bra and panties quickly disappeared between kisses and nips and the tangle of arms and legs. Trent's hot body was hard against her softer one. Amy Leigh ran her hands down his back to pull him even closer, all the while his tongue was driving her wild with lazy swirls on the sensitive skin from throat to ear.
"I can't wait to be inside you. You're driving me crazy." The huskiness in his deep voice confirmed how much. She heard the tearing of a condom wrapper. His warm wet tongue rimmed her earlobe one last time before descending to her left breast, while he sheathed himself.
Then his fingers slipped between her folds to her wet core. "Damn, you're so hot and ready." Trent's harsh breaths made her urge him to move faster. Amy Leigh covered his hand, helping to guide his hard member to her center.
With a single thrust he pushed in, the thickness filling her completely. "Ahhh!" Amy Leigh cried out at the eruption of new sensations. She reached around him and grabbed his butt pulling him to go in deeper. He did not comply and instead pulled out then rammed back in, sending quivers of pleasure through her. The wonderful sensation of his thick length stretching and filling, to move out again, over and over drove her to a mind melting orgasm. Everything faded to a swirling blackness enveloping her, and she lost control of her body. She grabbed at Trent when the sensation of floating took her to a height like she'd never know. Amy Leigh arched into him. "Oh shit, yes!"
Trent straightened his arms and lifted partially off her. With fluid motions he continued the fast pace, hips pumping between her legs, each stroke sending her closer to another trip to Blissville. She wrapped her legs around his narrow hips and he grabbed her ass and raised her from the bed. The position allowed him deeper, she groaned at the delicious sensations. Following his lead, she lowered her feet behind him and with his hands on her hips, he guided her movements until she took over riding his length, her hands on his shoulders for leverage.
"Fuck yeah," Trent's darkened eyes met hers.
"Oh, yes!" Amy Leigh threw her head back and moved faster, the beckoning of a crest driving her.
"Lay back, I can't stop," she told him. Amy Leigh pulled up and allowed him to straighten his legs to lay on his back. Without hesitation, he pushed his hard shaft inside her again.
Riding his hardness, Amy Leigh pressed her hands flat on his pecs, determined not to stop until both came.
As much as she wanted to close her eyes and concentrate on the sensations, she refused to miss the view of him. Amy Leigh forced her eyes open to admire the flexing muscular man beneath her. Bucking up to meet her steady pace, he managed to look elegant. Amy Leigh slid her palm over his broad chest enjoying the feel of the sprinkling of hair across the tops of his pecs. Between his chest muscles, the naughty trail led down to where they joined. "Damn you're so hot."
The words seemed to catch him by surprise by the way his eyes flew to hers and the rising of eyebrows. At his hesitation, Amy Leigh slid her hips down to shield him deeper. "Don't stop! Ignore me. Just keep going. Harder, please."
A wicked smile curved his lips. "I plan to." He grabbed her hips and helped her move faster using his strength to lift and bring her back down against his thrusts. She shifted one leg up, the angle allowed him in even deeper and she cried out his name. The sounds of their moans and the slapping of skin against skin filled the room.
When his fingers stroked her throbbing nub, her entire sex pulsed and Amy Leigh came so hard, everything went black for a couple seconds. He kept moving and when she opened her eyes she was enthralled. He parted his lips and his eyes closed, his nostrils flared at the exertion. Trent's muscles bunched and relaxed, she lowered her head to allow her eyes to feast on the path down from his well-formed chest, past the hills and valleys of his abs to where he moved in and out of her. His thick, wet penis appeared and disappeared inside her as she reached between his legs and squeezed his sack. Yes, this was one of those unforgettable moments.
They both cried out.
Trent pulled out and maneuvered her to her stomach. His mouth closed over her right butt cheek, his teeth nipping the sensitive skin of her bottom and Amy Leigh squealed. The heat of his mouth covered where he'd bitten. "You're freakin' perfect," Trent told her, his arm snaking around her hips until cupping her sex. When his fingers slipped between the folds of her sex, Amy lifted her butt toward him.
"I am not done with you yet. Still have something for you. "The tearing of a second condom had her instantly ready again.
The message came through loud and clear as Trent thrust into her once again, this time slower. Each inch that slid in was met with his fingers strumming her bringing her closer and closer to a third climax. By the time he was seated fully in, she was screaming into the pillow, her entire body racked with sweet tremors.
Trent held onto her hips, his movements faster and more urgent until with a loud groan, he spilled, emptying completely. His large shuddering body collapsed to the side and he took her with him until they both lay on their sides, still joined.
“Why the hell was the room spinning?” Amy Leigh groaned and rolled to her side. If only she could reach the edge of the bed and put her foot on the floor then perhaps it would stop. With much resistance, she managed to drag her eyelids open and noted from the middle of the bed, where she lay, it would take a lot of maneuvering to get to the edge. Her head pounded and she moaned. How much did she drink?
With a loud gurgle her stomach pitched, any choice of not moving was gone. Amy Leigh sprung from the bed and darted to the bathroom.
Finally after losing all the contents of her stomach she brushed her teeth and took a hot steamy shower staying under the stream of water as long as possible, allowing it to sooth away the dizziness. Minutes later, she walked out of the bathroom with a towel around her, glass of water in hand.
The clock on the nightstand came into focus, eleven. That gave her about an hour to get dressed and ready before heading to the airport.
Just then a blue piece of clothing got her attention. She neared a shirt that hung on the chair by the desk and picked it up. It definitely was not hers. Amy lifted it to her nose, a familiar scent of male cologne wafted.
"Oh. My. God." Amy Leigh stumbled back still holding the shirt. Her knees hit the mattress edge and she sunk onto the bed. Memories of every action the night before with the gorgeous Trent trickled through her dulled brain. She'd actually done those things?
"Holy shit. I did all that?" Amy whispered before a giggle erupted. Oh yes, and it was the best sex she'd ever had. The man was definitely good. A dirty little secret she'd keep forever and now a souvenir to go with it. She hugged the shirt.
If her head didn't hurt so badly, she'd do a little happy dance. Instead, she got to her feet and looked around the room. Was he still around? She scanned from the bed back to the bathroom and lastly to the closet. Nope, Mr. Tall, Dark, and Tasty was definitely not there. Then she saw a sliver of paper torn from the hotel’s pad on the desktop.
Amy Leigh Paisley? I thought your name was Leigh Mason.
Regardless of what your name is, it is urgent we meet and talk. I'd like to keep this as discreet as possible. I think your drink was drugged.
Please call me at your earliest convenience. I programmed my number into your phone.
Trent Baxter
"Drugged? Hmpf." No mention of their time together. "How about an ‘I had a great time’ or ‘It was th
e best night of my life'?" Amy Leigh grumbled at the empty room.
Why would they have to talk? It was a one-night stand and from what she could remember, it was an amazing yet embarrassing one to talk to him about. She was not about to call him anytime soon. Or ever for that matter. Although the idea of being drugged was worrisome. Perhaps she could report it. If she did, she would be questioned and honestly she remembered very little before coming to the room with Trent. At his name, she hugged the shirt to her and sighed.
As she returned the note to the desk, she saw a second piece of paper.
A marriage license.
Amy picked it up and read it, reread it, and then read it again. In the fill in the blank lines there were the names Trent Andrew Baxter and Amy Leigh Paisley. "Oh shit."
When the heck did they have time to get married?
The water forgotten, she sat on the bed and stared at the marriage certificate. Then her lips curved. He was all hers. At least for another day or two she could claim him as her husband. "Amy Leigh Baxter. Nice ring to it." Of course she wouldn't tell anyone, her mother would have a cow that she married a total stranger and if anyone got hold of the news in Pine Oak, she'd be labeled the new slut queen.
Amy Leigh's shoulders slumped. He wanted to meet to discuss the annulment.
The phone rang and she jumped. She stretched toward the nightstand and picked up the receiver. "Hello?" her voice came out in uneven tones, from deep to high pitched.
"Miss Paisley?" The woman on the other end asked, her voice tentative.
"Yes?" Amy croaked and then cleared her throat. "This is Amy Leigh Paisley."
"This is your wake up call. The hotel airport shuttle leaves in forty-five minutes."
"Thank you." Feeling disconnected from her body, Amy Leigh hung up. She went through the motions of dressing and packing her toiletries along with her dress and shoes from the night before. She picked up Trent's note and the marriage license, folded them carefully, and slipped both into her purse.
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