by Ciara Cole
Somehow, Gwen believed her. But if it wasn’t Trent’s parents, then who was it?
Chapter Eight
Gwen had never really pictured herself having a fairy-tale wedding. It was what every girl dreamed of but for Gwen, it had only ever been a fantasy.
For the three months she was engaged to Trent and they planned their wedding and future, Gwen kept thinking something would happen to upset the joyous sequence of events. Trent confessing his love, getting support from his family, Jonah adapting to having a father and loving every moment with his newly found family … they were all happenings that just didn’t seem real, until the night of the wedding and Gwen was flying with Trent first class on their honeymoon.
Only then did she start to think that maybe, maybe, she could believe in the dream-come-true excitement her life had become.
They were having breakfast on the extended terrace in their beautiful Mallorca villa. Gwen could look beyond the infinity pool to the beautiful and colorful seaside landscape that was both vibrant and relaxing all at once.
She scrolled through her phone, viewing some of the articles featuring their wedding. She’d felt nervous about it but there was nothing too terrible posted. They’d tried to avoid as much publicity as possible during their wedding in L.A. But of course the press had somehow found their way to get pictures, and Gwen had to admit the shots were beautiful. She’d worn a gorgeous ivory dress and her long dark hair had been carefully coiffed. She’d had diamonds in her ears and at her throat. The pictures showed her while exiting the Rolls Royce in front of the church used for the wedding. The photos were indeed flattering and the accompanying captions surprisingly, equally so.
The articles talked about the lavish wedding of the shipping magnate heir to the mother of his son. They described her haute couture gown and her jaw-dropping jewels, and how it all went well with a wedding that had dripped in extravagance.
The reception was held in a luxury banqueting venue, and framed with fairy lights and floor to ceiling flowers. There were also countless photos of the nuptials on Instagram, the news sweeping the media. Gwen had to smile at the few shots of Trent she found, looking so handsome in his suit that it caught her breath. The comments about the billionaire heir remarrying a year after his first wife had died, weren’t at all unkind as Gwen had feared. There were a lot of speculations about Gwen, the elementary school principal mother of his eight-year-old son. They named her his first love and seemed to find it romantic that the two ended up together after so long.
Gwen started in surprise when Trent reached over her shoulder and gently took her phone. He kissed the top of her head and from behind her where he stood, grabbed her chin and playfully tapped it with his finger. “I told you no internet,” Trent admonished.
He switched off the phone as he took the seat opposite her. With the sun behind him and the gorgeous blue coastline reflecting on his lightly tanned skin he looked like a golden, green-eyed god. Gwen sighed internally with awe.
“I know,” she said with an apologetic smile. “Why should I care if the online buzz is favorable or not? I had a beautiful wedding, Jonah enjoyed every moment, and everything was perfect.”
“When my parents insisted on pulling out the stops I was skeptical,” Trent said. “But seeing the stars in your eyes, even days later, I’m glad I went along with it.”
“I think I’ll remember that day for the rest of my life,” Gwen stated.
“Me, too. The reports were right about one thing,” Trent said softly. He took her hand and kissed it, his hooded eyes holding Gwen’s in a heartbeat-warping moment. “You are my first love.”
And you are my everything, Gwen thought while going warm all over from Trent’s lips pressed to her knuckles. She didn’t give a reply as her eyes swept shyly down. Trent chuckled deeply and suggested they start on the breakfast spread before them before it got cold.
Gwen poured him coffee and they talked about where in Spain they’d visit next. They’d already tried Andalucía with its breathtaking architecture, then the Canary Islands and its beautiful volcanic sandy beaches. For now, they were loving the stylish, glitzy Mallorca but Gwen was curious about more.
“I used to hate traveling and never went anywhere for years,” Gwen said. “Somehow, with you, I feel ready to try everything, see everything. It all becomes so marvelous when you’re next to me.”
Trent smiled. “I’ll take you all around the world. Anywhere you want to go.”
His husky words made her inner thighs heat up. She couldn’t believe how she switched on so fast for him with just a look, a smile, a word. It had been six months since he’d walked into her office that unexpected day. Yet nothing had dwindled, the fires burning bright between them without warning each time.
Like now. With Trent accurately reading the glitter in her eyes, the rush of her breath. His features took on a more dangerous, devilish cast. “Come here.”
Gwen slipped out of her chair. Those two words had the connotation she liked. I want you.
To see that look in his eyes every time, telling her she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen, never failed to get her panties steamy. Oh wait—this time she wasn’t wearing any. She’d conveniently forgotten to pack them for this trip, as Trent was always happy to discover when he reached underneath her clothes. Which he presently did.
Gwen had come to stand in front of him and he gripped both sides of her thighs, pulling her closer in between his parted legs. His eyes gleamed when his fingers raked up her dress and found her bare-ass naked. Just how he liked it of late, he realized.
“Where’s your modesty, woman?” he mock-growled, palms kneading her soft, sexy ass as she straddled him on his seat.
“You’re totally to blame,” she told him with a careless shrug, before leaning in and pulling his bottom lip in between her teeth, then sucking gently. “You make me want to be the naughtiest I can be.”
“And it drives me crazy,” he admitted, groaning as she rubbed her hot naked sex on the stiffening bulge in his pants.
As they kissed sensually, Trent freed her breasts from the cups of her pretty white sundress. He squeezed and molded them with his hands, peeling his lips from hers to suck hard on her neck. Gwen moaned in pleasure.
“God, you smell good,” he rasped, nibbling harder on her neck.
Gwen buried her nose in his wavy mane and sighed. “So do you, baby.”
Hungry to feel his skin, she quickly unbuttoned his white shirt and pushed it off his broad, muscular shoulders. Their lips met once more and they caressed each other with tongue. They kissed with turbulent, indecent passion. Trent’s hardness pushed up against Gwen’s soaked center and her hips rocked wildly and enticingly. She needed his expert touch.
As always he read her body’s language like poetry. He moved one of his hands in between their bodies and flicked his index finger along her clitoris. Gwen moaned into his mouth, whispering unintelligible words of encouragement until he slipped that finger inside her needy slit. It didn’t take long of sliding that one digit inside her, before he inserted another to pair with it.
“So tight. So freaking hot. You need more, baby?” Trent’s words were hoarse against her parted lips, making her even wetter.
“You know I do. Here … now … let’s do it.”
Trent chuckled thickly. “What is it with you and outdoor sex?”
“No one else is here. And I believe the only other time, it was your idea,” she reminded him, alluding to their first ever night together, when he made love to her on the beautiful green lawn beneath the starry sky.
“Guilty,” he allowed, withdrawing his fingers from inside her and sucking on them while holding her misty gaze.
“Mmm, that you are. You’re a bad man, Mr. Matthews, and should be taught a lesson.” She smirked at his arched brows, before sliding her hands down his mouthwatering abs to his pants, undoing them. She tugged them down along with his boxers as Trent helpfully lifted his hips. The next instant Gwen made a
grab for his rearing member. It still awed her that her fingers couldn’t meet around his thick, powerful girth. She loved the satiny feel of his meaty flesh in her small fist, and how it throbbed like a separate living entity.
Breakfast was forgotten, as Gwen moved her lips slowly down from his face to his neck, kissing and licking, while her hand stroked his shaft. She kissed his chest and heard him groan, the sound deepening when she licked on his left nipple. First she teased with her tongue, then grew ravenous as she clamped her teeth on the tiny bud with just that much sting in her bite.
“Fuck.” Trent cupped the back of her head, the agony and arousal in his voice making her cream all the more for him.
Still fisting her hand tightly round his manhood, Gwen sucked on both his nipples, biting on them lightly in turns. She looked up at him and then smiled as his hands on her head began pushing her face lower. Her eyes twinkled wickedly with purpose.
She kissed her way lower, paying homage to the beautiful tattoo on his side, the praying hands which he’d told her he’d gotten in memory of his daughter Sara. Gwen then shifted down on her knees in between his open legs. Both her hands gripped his tool now, fist over fist. Staring up at him she let her tongue sneak out and lave his tip.
“Yes,” he urged, eyes like slits. Boosted, Gwen played her tongue on him from crown to base, making sure she had every inch of him wet and slippery. Then she widened her lips and sucked his tip into her mouth. She bobbed her head slowly down to engulf him, moaning as she felt the pulsing veins engorging his shaft. She only stopped when the massive thickness of him couldn’t let her go further. But then Gwen knew all too well how to work with what she’d been given.
She made sure to push Trent to the very edge with her mouth and tongue. His fingers tensed in her hair each time she sucked on him and danced that naughty tongue around the underside of his cap. Gradually she picked up the rhythm of her bobbing head, her nails digging into his strong, toned thighs. She felt the muscles flex beneath her touch and smiled to herself. The more he held himself back, she knew he only got wilder for her.
He swore out loud, throwing his head back as his chest heaved. Then suddenly he tugged her up by her hair, making her release him from her jaws with a protesting whine.
“I shouldn’t have given Max that promotion and holiday,” Trent growled as he brought her mouth against his. “I’m sure I’ll be needing protection from my minx of a wife.”
Gwen giggled against his lips. “Not even Max could keep you safe from the hunger inside me for you,” she teased. “Unless of course, you really want to be safe?”
“Hell, no,” growled Trent. “Turn around, babe, and sit on top of this freaking hard-on you gave me.”
“With pleasure.” Gwen smirked audaciously, and first threw off her dress and then buck naked, twirled around and straddled his lap again, with her back against his chest.
His huge hand gripped his equally huge pole, and Gwen felt him slide it along her soaked slit and clit. Damn you, stop teasing! Gwen threw a glare at him over her shoulder so he could possibly read her mind. This time it was him who smirked.
“Sure you can take it?” he murmured, lifting her hair in his free hand and kissing her nape.
Shiver after shiver racked her body. Her increasingly wet vagina rubbed itself more against him in silent, yet eloquent plea. “I’m dripping for you, can’t you tell?” she moaned.
“Doesn’t answer my question: Can—you—take—it?” He reached his hand around her and cupped her breast, before pinching a nipple hard between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand released his manhood and pressed into the hood of her clit, spreading the flesh wide and exposing more of that tiny infused button. He stroked it with the very tips of his fingers. Gwen went totally wild, her hands gripping his as he tortured her body.
“Trent, please! I can take it, all of it,” she pleaded, her spine arching almost enough to snap in two.
He kissed on her shoulder gently, as if to calm her. He gripped the base of his shaft once more, guiding the tip to brush her swollen vaginal lips. His other hand moved from her breast to her waist. Once he had her positioned just on top of his turgid pole, he held both sides of her hips in his hands and brought her fully down upon him.
Gwen’s mouth opened wide but no sound came out. Bliss was a cape of blackness overshadowing her vision, blinding her. In the space of a thousand heartbeats or maybe only one, they both stilled as they equally tried to adjust to the feeling of him inside her.
Then suddenly, they began to move as if by some unseen command. Gwen’s hips danced and Trent thrust into her, their motions soon gliding into synchrony.
She pushed down on him, and he pushed up into her, and the earth shook for them. Her hands twined above her head to sink into his hair, while his hands alternated between squeezing and pinching her breasts and nipples, to stroking her clit and her engorged sex wrapped so tightly around his equally engorged shaft.
Her legs spread wider of their own accord, until they were hanging off the outer sides of his thighs. Thank goodness for the sturdy chair, as it allowed them to move faster and more forcefully against each other. With each thrust, Trent just went deeper and deeper. Gwen bounced faster on him, her breasts swinging from side to side, and up and down. Her spine felt elastic, the way she twisted and arched. Goodness, this felt so good—better every time, she thought in a daze.
The tension within her womb built to almost unbearable heights. Gwen couldn’t stop her loud, almost screaming moans. She felt like she was being split in two by Trent’s glorious man meat reaching spots she couldn’t believe even now could humanly be reached.
“You’re the only one for me, baby. You feel it, right?” she panted, turning her face to graze her lips against his.
“You’re my first and last. I promise.” He kissed her, at the same time thrusting in and out of her while also stroking her clit and twisting her nipples.
The multiplied assault on her senses couldn’t be withstood for long. Gwen screamed his name, her vaginal muscles tightening and clenching around him, causing him to grunt while thickening even more inside her. Gwen gasped, her head spinning.
Making her lean her back completely on his chest, Trent rubbed on her stomach, whispering in her ear that he’d fill her up soon with his come. Gwen sobbed in ecstasy at his dirty words, her ass slapping even faster against his thighs.
Chapter Nine
When they’d headed out for their honeymoon they’d decided to start on having another baby. They felt they were both ready now. Becoming a real family made them eager to fill it up with siblings for Jonah, who was staying with Trent’s doting parents for now. He’d spend the other half of the five-week long honeymoon trip with his other grandmother, Gwen’s own mom Tanya, who’d returned to the country to make it for the wedding and would be staying some months.
Gwen had been worried if Trent could really take five weeks off from business, but he told her now that he was the president and the CEO he could confidently leave the day-to-day running of the company in capable hands. Especially since Max had successfully fished out the mole in their personal team.
As suspected, he was paid by Trent’s former in-laws, Hailey’s parents. It had been easy to set a trap for him, especially after Trent’s mother had gone to confront Hailey’s parents, Mark and Jennifer Harper. It had been immediately after Gwen and Julia had met for dinner and Gwen had told her about the leaked documents. Julia had gone to warn the Harpers to desist from making trouble for her son. She knew they were behind all the bad publicity he got after Hailey had died. Julia had said she felt bad that Hailey was gone, but that Trent had his life ahead of him and they couldn’t keep interfering in that.
She then had said that Trent already suspected someone on his team and was close to nabbing him.
Of course, Julia hadn’t really known how close Trent was and had only been bluffing to get them running scared. When she had given Trent the news about confronting the Harpers, Trent and Max had
worked out a way to catch the spy red-handed.
“He probably thinks we’re already on to him,” Max had said. “Why don’t we cook up some ruse, and make him fall into our trap?”
“We could cook up a story, and say we’ll be releasing it to the press to expose a certain family secret or something,” Trent had said, smiling to himself.
Max had set up an around the clock surveillance in front of the Harpers’ home. There had been no guarantee the spy would show up, as he could easily have just phoned or emailed the information he’d gathered. But Max’s thoroughness had paid off, as just before midnight the following day, a familiar figure had driven up to the gates and had slunk into the house. Max had recognized him as a young intern who’d joined the company a year ago and had been put on their team. He’d seemed smart and promising and everyone had liked him, but it never occurred to them that he could be two-faced.
The next morning Trent had called him in and fired him. As the young man had blustered, Trent showed him pictures of the man entering and leaving the Harpers’ home. “What’s your connection to them? Obviously you’ve been feeding them info about me and also, planting all sorts of trouble on their behalf,” Trent had said.
“And just in case you try to deny it,” Max had added, who had stood behind Trent and then had switched on a screen behind the intern, “Here’s the video of you sneaking into my office to get the file I kept on the so-called press release. Since I already suspected it was you, you were among the only three people I told about the documents. And you were the only one interested enough to check them out yourself and even make copies.”
“Please, Mr. Matthews! I only did what I was told,” the man had whined. “They came to me after I got put on your team and paid me to spy for them. I don’t want to go to jail for this. Please help me, Mr. Matthews.” He had been almost bawling.