White

by Aria Cole

  “You know how you said you had a crush on me in high school?” I said as his fingers trailed soft figure eights on my knee beneath the blanket.

  “Mhmm…” he hummed, his eyelids heavy as we swung.

  “I always thought the opposite. I thought I wasn’t pretty enough for you. I was too nerdy or ugly…” I wished I could forget those awkward adolescent years. The only bright side had been him.

  “Chrissy?” He directed my gaze to his. “How could you ever think that? From the day we moved here and I saw you in cutoff jeans and a ball cap, riding your bike past my house like a bat out of hell, I think I loved you.” His mouth twisted in a decadent smile. “I’m just sorry I didn’t kiss you when I had the chance.” He placed a kiss on my lips then, making up for all the lost ones.

  “When did you have a chance?” I tilted my head, searching my memory.

  “After the homecoming game, behind the locker room. You were dressed up for Halloween in that cute little mouse outfit. I wanted to pull you into my arms and kiss you until we were both dizzy. You were beautiful then, and I didn’t think it was possible, but you’re even more beautiful now.”

  A blush crept up my cheeks. “No one has ever said those things to me before. I’ve spent my whole life thinking I was this ugly duckling, that I didn’t deserve someone’s love, but you... you make me feel the way love is supposed to feel. I can’t believe I wasted time on anyone else.” I smiled at him as tears filled in my eyes.

  “God, you have no idea what it does to me to hear you say that.” He groaned then leaned in, taking me in another rich kiss as his hands moved up my body and tickled the flesh above my collarbone. “You might never get rid of me if you keep saying things like that. I might just stay forever, take care of the house, take care of you…”

  One hand slipped between my legs, and he slowly worked the damp flesh. I sucked in shallow breaths as the pads of his fingers found my clit and sent arousal surging through my blood.

  “Momma’s eager to get some grandbabies. Is it too soon to work on that?” His thumb swirled around my clit before one long finger sank inside my body, preventing me from forming a single thought. “Wasted enough time with you already. I’m not wasting anymore.”

  Trent attacked my neck with his lips, his fingers working in and out of my body as we hid in the shadow of the porchlight. “Look at you, beautiful little kitten, letting me finger fuck you on the front porch.” His fingers picked up speed, and my muscles began to ache and bunch with my impending release. “I didn’t know you had a kinky side.”

  His finger curved inside my body and hit just the right angle to have me panting and begging his name.

  My hips arched off the swing as he worked my body.

  “That’s it. I want you saying that name every night for the rest of our lives.”

  His throaty voice pooled deep down in my belly, and every sensation reached a fever pitch before an orgasm coiled all the nerves in my body, racing through me like a thunderous freight train and shaking me senseless.

  “I’m going to fuck you all over your house, starting right now.”

  He lifted me and carried me through my front door like a new bride, stopping only to discard the blanket. He bent me over the stairs, pulled the cotton panties down my legs, and sank his tongue into my soaked pussy.

  “Trent, oh my god,” I sang as his tongue swirled at my entrance from his position behind me.

  How could he not be experienced at this? How had some other, prettier girl not caught his attention in all the years between then and now?

  “I want every part of you. Every piece of your body belongs to me. It did back then and it does now,” he said.

  My fists gripped the edge of the stairs as his tongue delved in and out of my body. My hips gyrated as his hands held my thighs while he consumed me, right there on the stairs, right in my foyer, right where we’d fallen for each other all over again.

  “I changed my mind—I want you in our bed.”

  Our bed.

  His words echoed around my lust-addled brain before his hands were pulling me into his arms, then he carried me down the hallway to my room.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he murmured against my lips as he placed me on the soft cotton duvet. “If you’ll have me, I swear I’ll live and breathe to make you happy.” He dropped to both knees on the floor, his searing blue eyes regarding me as a thousand emotions pulsed between us. “I’ll love you every day until forever, Chrissy Masterson. It took me six years to realize what you mean to me, and I’ll be damned if I’m gonna give you six more.” A grin tipped one corner of his mouth. “Will you marry me?”

  EPILOGUE

  Trent

  “Chrissy!” I called, dread turning my nose up. “Need reinforcements in here!”

  “Are you kidding? A grown man shouldn’t need help to change a diaper,” she huffed as she stepped into the room with a sweet roll of her eyes.

  “Yeah, but I’ve only got two hands. I’m outnumbered already,” I said with a smile as I passed her the squirming little boy in my arms.

  “Hi, Collin. Mama’s here,” she cooed at our son.

  His toothy smile pulled at every heartstring I had, and seeing his chubby little body in her arms affirmed that every day of my life had been leading up to this one with her.

  “’Kay, let’s tackle that diaper, buddy.” I turned back to Cam, the other little man waiting patiently on me.

  His ruddy red cheeks lifted before he babbled a string of words only he and his brother could understand.

  Twins.

  Boy, had my life turned a complete one-eighty with that news. I’d married Chrissy just four months after proposing, and we’d welcomed our sons less than a year after that. Cam and Collin were a blessing though. The sleepless nights and constant feedings were well worth the joy on Chrissy’s face every time one of them smiled. She’d let me name them after football players as long as I promised to let her name our future daughter after a famous ballet dancer. I’d agreed instantly. As soon as those boys entered the world, I’d realized Chrissy was born to be a mother. She was sweet and patient and nurturing. Our babies were just another gift we’d given each other.

  “Momma and Daddy have a date tonight, so you boys better behave for Grandma.” She nuzzled Collin’s neck.

  A smile split my lips. Grandma had gotten her grandbabies all right. Two-fold.

  “You shoulda saved the messy stuff for Grandma, Cam, what were you thinking?” I teased the little boy.

  Chrissy shook her head. “Your poor mom. I don’t know how she made it through with you.”

  “Maybe you should ask her for advice. I’ve got a feeling we’re going to be in plenty of trouble in another ten years with these two.” I fastened the diaper and snapped the onesie between his squirming legs.

  “I don’t even want to think about it.” She laughed then set Collin on the floor.

  He picked up and gnawed on a rubber ducky.

  “Well, with any luck, they’ll be little football players. What do you think, Cam—tight end?” I lifted my boy into the air and gave him a tickle. His righteous laugh was like music to my ears.

  “Two football stars?” She wrapped an arm around my waist. “Looks like I’ll be spending even more time at the field.” She placed a kiss at the crook of my neck and sent a shiver of glee racing through me.

  I couldn’t wait for Grandma to get here to take the little guys. They were cute, but I needed time with my woman. Raising six-month-olds didn’t leave a lot of couple time, though thankfully Grandma took them at every opportunity.

  A knock sounded at the door, and I heard my mother’s thick accent calling through the house. “Where’re my boys? Come to Grandma!”

  She turned the corner, and Collin’s face lit up in a cheeky grin.

  Without even acknowledging Chrissy or me, Momma bent to the floor and cooed to her grandson. “Can you crawl to Grandma? Let me see.” She held her hands out, and my son
’s eyebrows went up.

  “It’s a little early for that, Momma,” I said, cradling Cam.

  “Nonsense. You teach them early, they go far.” She grinned then stood, holding out her arms to reach for my other boy.

  I passed him over, my heart full with an outpouring of love from seeing her so happy with my sons.

  Chrissy, the boys, my family, they were my entire world.

  “Now let’s skedaddle.” Momma bent and lifted my other son in her generous embrace, holding them securely on each hip. “We’ve got a lot to do at Grandma’s house, and maybe your momma and daddy can work on getting you some sisters, yeah?” She winked at me.

  Chrissy burst into a fit of laughter.

  “He’s going to have to get a few more diapers under his belt before I sign up for another one.”

  “We’ll have to see about that.” I pulled her against my body, not caring that my mom was there to witness our embrace. I wanted our boys to grow up around love, to know what love looked like so they never doubted when it finally found them. Time was short and every day counted—that’s what Chrissy had taught me.

  “See, just wait, boys. Nine months, you have a little sister. Listen to Grandma, she knows these things,” she whispered.

  Some days it felt like us against them with all her conspiring to bring more babies into the family.

  I loved every second of it.

  ***

  Chrissy

  Trent and I walked home later after a quiet dinner and a too-long movie. I’d been waiting all day for this moment when we could finally be alone. No chubby-cheeked babies to feed, no Grandma to encourage more baby-making, no waiters to interrupt.

  Just him and me.

  He held my hand tightly as we made our way up the porch steps, then he unlocked the door before turning to me. He rested his forehead against mine and stole all the breath from my lungs with his sweetness. “I want to kiss you right here.”

  “You don’t have to ask me anymore. I committed to your kisses a very long time ago,” I teased then pressed my lips to his in a slow kiss.

  His hands traced across my back and fell below my waist.

  “I’ll always ask.” He nipped at my bottom lip. “Just like I’ll always ask if you’re wet for me.” He slid a hand down my pants and rubbed my cotton-covered pussy.

  “I’m always wet for you.” I sighed against him.

  “Mmm, always ready and waiting for my dick?” His voice lowered an octave as his fingers spun feverishly. “I love that. I love that you need me to make this pretty pussy sing.”

  His words urged my lust on, so I pushed my hands through his hair and kissed him with every fiber of my soul.

  “I need to be inside you,” he whispered. His lips brushed against my ear and sent a wild shiver of desire coursing through me.

  “I’ve been waiting all day,” I moaned.

  Trent hoisted me into his arms and pushed us through the door. We were all hands and lips, tangled together as he stopped in the kitchen, our feet unable to carry us a step farther. He spun me in his arms and pressed me against the fridge. His hips rocked against mine, his rock-hard dick pressing between my legs and driving me to decadent distraction.

  “That’s a girl. Purr for me.” His hand pulled at the zipper of his jeans before he was fisting his long, rigid flesh and stroking.

  My heart leapt as I dropped to my knees and peered up at him through hooded eyelashes.

  “I’m always desperate for your dick.”

  I licked at the tip, a drop of pre-cum swirling against my tongue. I wanted him, all of him, every time.

  Trent’s hands fisted in my hair, holding my head gently as his hips rocked slowly. I groaned, sinking onto his impressive erection before hollowing my cheeks and sucking until I felt him hit the back of my throat. I did it again, his quiet pants and guttural groans the only reward I needed.

  “Jesus, Chrissy. It gets better every time. You feel better, you taste better, you love me more.” He pulled me up off the floor. “I don’t like you on your knees.” He placed a gentle kiss on my lips before lifting me onto the counter. “I like seeing your lush body when I’m inside it.”

  He pulled the dress over my head and discarded it on the floor before he moved aside the elastic of my panties and lined up his dick with my entrance.

  He pushed the smooth flesh through my soaked lips and sent my mind into a whole new stratosphere of pleasure. I tilted my head back against the cupboards, his palms caressing and molding my flesh before I felt the slow stretch of his dick melding with my body.

  “Trent,” I sighed, locking my ankles behind his back, desperate to feel him deeper.

  “That’s it, sweetheart, that’s what I like to hear.” He fucked me slowly, in long, measured strokes that built my orgasm incrementally. “You and me every day until forever.”

  Trent’s tongue searched out mine, and he took me in a powerful kiss. Better than sex, the emotion that crescendoed between us as we came together always overwhelmed me.

  I was happy to show him how much I loved him every single day, in every way, just as he showed me. When I’d found him again, I’d found every beautiful part of life the world had to offer.

  I’d found every beautiful part of myself I hadn’t known existed.

  I’d found a lifetime of love and happiness with the beautiful boy next door.

  THE END.

  (Turn the page to get an exclusive peek at the cover of Scarlet, coming late-June!)

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  In Thanks…..

  First, the incredible bloggers: Rock Stars of Romance, Angie’s Dreamy Reads, The SubClub Books, Schmexy Book Reviews and so many more! Thank you, thank you, thank you for all the support you give to the indie community!

  White wouldn’t be the book it is now without the incredible love and dedication of a handful or brilliant beta readers and early reviewers: Gi, Nichole, Carla, Janice, Chastity, Polly, Karoline, Heather, Kat, Mellony, Sarah, Rachel, plus the entire supportive crew of authors, bloggers, and readers at Ardent Prose! Love you guys, BIG!

  And finally…my favorite people on earth, book people. Readers. The ladies that love their romance with a side of smutty goodness! THANK YOU so much! I hope you enjoyed the ride, I hope you’ll consider leaving even a short review, and I hope I get the chance to entertain you with another shamefully sexy and syrupy sweet story soon! ♥

  About Aria…

  Aria Cole is a thirty-something housewife who once felt bad for reading dirty books late at night, until she decided to write her own. Possessive alpha men and the sassy heroines who love them are common, along with a healthy dose of irresistible insta-love and happily ever afters so sweet your teeth may ache.

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