by C C Monroe
“You excited to see the place?”
I nod excitedly, clapping my hands together. “Yes! I’ve been dying to come here. Lana and her family went here for vacation last year and she told me it was gorgeous.” She was right, the sun is high in the sky, causing the beach to glisten like millions of tiny diamonds. The reflection of the sun on the slow moving water, showcasing a beautiful glare to cast upon it. It’s breathtaking.
“Look at the water, I mean I just want to jump in it from here. I can’t wait to lie out in the warm sun with you.” I see him glance at me without moving his head, a sexy smirk tugging at his lips.
“I can’t wait to see you in a tiny bikini.” His hand on my thigh slides higher, and I wiggle in my seat.
“You’re bad.” He just nods, placing his hand back to its original spot on my leg. I love it when he teases me, but not as much as when he feeds my addiction. His teasing is my foreplay. He gets me hot and teetering on the edge and then when I’m good and ready he takes me in a way pleasure shouldn’t exist.
“I got a glimpse of the new bikini you packed. I also got an eyeful of your freshly waxed pussy, and I’m fucking starved.”
We turn down a street with beautiful mansion-style homes and beachside villas. It’s not enough to distract me from his last words though.
I’m hanging on his every word, praying for another. “You know how easy it’s going to be to slide that bikini bottom to the side and do what I please to that perfect slice of heaven?” I twitch more in my seat, pushing my knees together to help alleviate the pounding through my clit.
“Just saying, baby, those scraps of material are just little pieces covering pure damn sin.” We pull up to the house, and I’m glad because I need to get out of this car. It’s growing hot with tension. That and I want to get inside this house so he can bite…lick…and ohhh. Dang, he’s good. We haven’t touched in a long time, and I don’t think I could ever do what I did again. Pushing Trey away, so I wouldn’t have to face my secret head-on, wasn’t okay. I would hate for him to push me out again like he once did. So why did I think it was okay to do it to him? Practice what you preach, Shayla Donovan.
He laughs when I get out and make my way to the front door. Oblivious to my guilt, I must be getting better at hiding it. And that’s a problem. I don’t want to hide it from him. Trey’s not only my boyfriend, he’s also my best friend. Best friends don’t keep secrets—good ones at least.
I look around, taking in the colonial-styled home, distracting myself. The outside’s painted a gorgeous navy blue with white columns framing the giant front door. The windows are all accompanied with white shutters, giving you the feel of the old southern homes, but with beachfront views. There’s an array of plants and trees around the property. White and pink roses line the brick pathway to the front door.
Trey walks up behind me and kisses the back of my exposed neck; a warm shiver runs over my skin.
“Wait until you see the views from inside, the bedroom looks right out onto the beach.” Moving around me with our bags in his hand, he sets them down on the porch and enters in the code on the keypad I’m assuming he got from the owner. He opens the front door and immediately you’re welcomed with the stunning sight of floor to ceiling windows that look out onto the beautiful blue sparkling water.
Walking around, I see there is a sitting room with white walls and blue couches to the left and then a restroom to the right. Giddy with excitement, I walk down the hall where we’re met with an open floor that houses the kitchen, entertaining room, and dining room, all which have windows showing the Pacific Ocean. Don’t get me wrong, I love the city views I have back home but this, wow—I could get used to this.
“What do you think?” Trey looks to me, setting our bags down beside his feet as I take in all the white furniture and beautiful scenery in front of me.
“It’s perfect. We don’t get to see water from our apartment, only city.” I turn and walk over to him. Wrapping my arms around his waist. “This is different.” I kiss his chest, then lay my head against my favorite spot, which he branded as mine and mine only. He rubs his hands up and down my back, the touch welcomed.
“How about I take you upstairs? When you see the bed, babe, you’re gonna go nuts. We may never leave here.” Releasing me so he can grab our luggage, he guides us upstairs, leading the way.
“Holy shit…” I whisper in awe. He was right. The four-poster canopy bed is king-sized and the blankets look like a sea of clouds. Images of Park City come flooding back. The blankets match the ones in our hotel, the bed where I gave myself to Trey—what a memory to relive.
The windows bring in natural light from the door to the balcony, framed in sheer white curtains. The wind catches them, making them blow elegantly in the wind. I let him settle in and set out to explore on my own. First, I need to see the view in all its glory.
I step out of the glass doors and onto the balcony. Greeted first by the wind, it feels refreshing brushing against my face, the smell of salt and fresh air all around me. My whole body feels warm from the sun; I needed this vitamin D. Seattle is filled with more rainy days than sunny.
“Trey, look at this view!” I turn my head and place my hand over my eyes, shielding the bright sun.
Coming up behind me, he cages me within his arms, gripping the white railing of the balcony.
“I’ve got the best damn view right here,” he growls into my neck, causing a tickle to rise. He peppers wet kisses on my neck—this is paradise.
“If I wasn’t a selfish or jealous man, I would make love to you right here. But I don’t like sharing your body with anyone, so I guess the view from the bedroom will have to do.” He slips his hands under my shirt, lightly grazing and kneading my stomach.
“What’s your obsession with my stomach, Trey Adams?” I ask, leaning my head back on his chest, glancing up into his eyes.
“Come inside, baby.” He ignores the question and turns with me still in his arms. Lifting me just enough to have my feet leave the ground before placing them back down on top of his. It’s a subtle and understated move, but it does the trick. Trey Adams is the ultimate definition of swoon worthy.
“You really pulled out all the stops, this place is perfect, Trey.” Setting me down at the foot of the bed, my hand reaches out and grazes the sheer white material draping over the canopy columns. I’ve always wanted a canopy style bed and this one just gave me more incentive to look into one when I get back home.
When he doesn’t answer me, I look to where he’s standing a few feet in front of me. His hands are perched on his lean hips and he’s looking at me with intent, something is brewing in his thoughts. I can see it in his cloudy blue eyes.
“Trey?”
“Give me a baby.”
With those blunt words I feel the familiar tinge of guilt surfacing. The taste of bile rising in my throat. It had to be now, just when I was able to swallow it down.
“Trey…” I hesitate.
“I want to create a life with my little woman.” He approaches me, coming closer.
“Trey, you can’t be serious, we aren’t even married.” I leave the bed and move to stand in front of the window. Maybe I can put this thought in his head and take the attention off my own secret.
“We’re going to get married one day,” he says, sitting on the bed, watching my every reaction.
“Yeah, but now? I’m only twenty-two and we both still have so much to accomplish.” I turn and see he’s staring at me, pleading with me, begging me to do this.
“You stopped taking your pills. I saw the pack completely full. Why’d you stop taking it if you don’t want kids right now?” I swallow thickly. I know why, but how do I explain this without devastating him?
“We stopped having sex and I got distracted with everything, I just decided to forgo them.” I see his face change, he looks sad, genuinely sad—his eyes are concentrating on the floor and his shoulders are slumped over in defeat.
“I want nothing more
than to be the one who shares a family with you.” He lifts his shoulders and releases a deep breath. I so badly want the same thing, I do. Moving to him in a few long strides, he stands to meet me.
“I want a family with you too, Trey.” Why else would this whole situation kill me? The thought of not ever creating a child with Trey is gut-wrenching.
“Then let’s do it. We both have our stable dream jobs, we’re fucking crazy about each other, and even though things are hard right now, we still love each other. Right? You love me, don’t you?”
How could he question that?
“Yes, I love you, don’t ever doubt that, Trey,” I say as sternly as I can.
He’s so right, and all I want to do right now is wipe that sad expression off his face and replace it with peace. Stepping as close to him as I’m able to, I push him onto the bed with the soft press of my hand. Maneuvering myself to stand between his legs where he’s seated on the edge.
“Okay, let’s do it.” What’s the harm in trying? They said there’s a chance I could get pregnant, it was in the low percentage, three to be exact, but until the doctor tells me it’s completely impossible, there’s no harm in leaving that crap at the door and trying. Maybe I shouldn’t tell him, it wasn’t a for sure ‘no.’ Gosh, what is wrong with me?
“Are we crazy for trying?” I ask, slowly removing my clothes in front of him, my sultry eyes locking on his while he watches with intensity. When I’m completely naked, I step back between his legs as he grips my ass and buries his head into my stomach, kissing and nipping at the place just under my belly button. My clit throbs, the slow burn in my stomach causing heat to build between my legs.
“No, but we’re crazy in general.” He smirks, pulling me into his lap.
“It scares me sometimes how much I love you and how much I depend on the thought of us being forever,” I confess, keeping my eyes on him.
“It scares me too, because it’s not just a thought, it’s a reality.” He kisses my neck, taking in my scent, smelling and bathing himself in me.
“You’re so small and delicate, baby. You’ll be the most beautiful fucking sight when you’re carrying our child.” The sword in my chest digs deeper, but the desire in my stomach flourishes.
“Fuck me, Trey.” I’m so horny and deprived of his cock that it’s all I can think of. I don’t want soft and sweet, I want to be rough and uninhibited. I want him to punish me for hiding this secret and pushing him away.
My words stir the beast inside Trey, the one lurking on standby. Flipping us over, he lies over me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. My hands are so small that both of mine fit in just one of his. Biting and sucking on the flesh from my ear to my neck, he elicits a moan from my lips, and I thrash deliciously under him. We’re both grinding and searching for friction to relieve ourselves but no one can win. We can’t get close enough. I need him naked and inside me, quicker than the pace we are going now.
“You want it rough? You like it when I fuck you hard because you’re fucking dirty, baby?” He pinches my pebbled nipple with his free hand before he slides down my body, roughly pinching and squeezing me. Before I answer, I’m filled with two of his long, skilled fingers.
“Trey!” My back bows off the bed, my toes curling from the sudden invasion.
“You act like a goody-good when you’re around everyone, but when I get you under me, you turn into my dirty woman, you need your man’s cock, baby?” His voice is so low, like the devil himself is speaking. Turning me on further, past the brink of return.
“I’m bad, and I want you to fuck me into submission, Trey.” He lets out a restrained moan as he removes his fingers from my core. Bringing them to his mouth, he sucks them clean. I watch him like I’m in captivity. Watching my caged animal take what he wants from me.
“You taste so sweet.” I feel his hand tugging against the button of his jeans then I hear the slide of his zipper. Letting himself free, his erection slaps my clit and I moan out louder than before.
“Trey!” Filling me in one swift motion, my mouth opens in a wide “O”, no words but a strangled cry comes out. I watch his eyes roll back as he bites his sexy bottom lip. Those full lips that I love to kiss.
“Milk it, baby, you’re squeezing me like a fucking glove. Fuck.” He starts pounding into me with reckless abandonment. My fully naked body under his clothed one showing us that this isn’t lovemaking, this is pure carnality. We haven’t touched each other for far too long, we both can’t restrain ourselves. I’m surprised we lasted that long. I haven’t touched myself, but I’m sure he spent many nights thinking of me while he stroked all nine, long, thick inches of himself. I’m confident in my body to know it’s on his mind daily. My body is his unhealthy obsession. I can only hope he never breaks that habit.
“Did you think of me when you got off?” I moan. Looking up from his favorite spot in my neck, he smiles the smuggest of smiles.
“I thought of your juicy, warm pussy in my mouth. I pictured your tiny legs around my waist as I pounded mercilessly into your tight heat.” I detonate around him with the image he’s describing. I orgasm fast and hard, the contractions pulling him in deeper.
“I’m coming, baby, I’m gonna fill you with my cum and then watch it run down your sexy legs.” Those dirty words sound unbelievably desirable coming from his lips.
I feel his hot spurts jet inside me, adding to my dwindling orgasm.
Coming down from our sexual high, he flips and my top half is pulled partially on top of him, my slick skin lining his fully clothed one.
“That was fucking incredible. I needed that,” he huffs out.
“Yeah, it was.” I prop my chin on my relaxed hand that lies on his chest. “The view here’s incredible. I’m excited for the next few days with you.”
“Me, too. Honestly, that water’s calling my name.” He gestures his head to the side toward the view of the ocean.
“Right. It’s been so rainy in Seattle lately. I’m getting pale, I need some sun.”
“You aren’t pale. I’m excited to lie out and be fucking lazy with you.” He kneads his fingers into my biceps, waking up my sore muscles.
“Right…I do feel bad for leaving L to fend for herself,” I admit, knowing that Lana is holding down the fort back home, like the rock star best friend I know her to be.
“Have you two thought about hiring one or two full-time employees to help out?” I shrug.
“Yes and no, I kind of like being busy all the time. It keeps me sane. You know me, I’m a busybody.” I chuckle, fixating my eyes on his neck; they drift from there to look over the details of his handsome face.
“You are, but you still need to take some time for you and not feel guilty about it.”
“True. I don’t know, maybe I’ll bring it up with Lana when I get back. What about you? How are things at the studio?” I question, I haven’t talked to him much about work or anything in his life really. I mastered the art of avoidance these past couple of weeks. Worst of all, I haven’t asked him how he’s feeling about Pops. Worst girlfriend award, right here.
“Things are pretty steady right now. We’re starting with two new local bands next week and they want me and Kings to help them write a song. Which is a first. Local bands tend to be more cocky and sure of their talent. They don’t like just anybody coming in and telling them how to do music.”
“Wow, are you nervous?” He scoots up on the bed a little more, resting his back on the headboard, cradling me tighter to him.
“No, not really. Kingston and I really do work well together, so no.” I love when Trey exudes self-assurance; it’s a major turn on.
“Yeah, you are.” He squeezes my shoulder and kisses my forehead. We sit in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying each other’s company.
Breaking the quiet, I decide it’s my turn to give back to him for all the nice things he has done for me the past twenty-four hours. He basically forgave me for being the world’s biggest twat.
“Trey?” I play with the waistband of his briefs where his happy trail begins. He never zipped up his pants after our romp.
“Yeah?”
“I was thinking, when we get home, I could maybe make dinner.” I pause.
“Okay, that was random,” he says, assuming I was done.
“For you and your mom.” I feel his body go rigid, his hand tensing on my shoulder.
“Really?” He looks down at me, and I sit up, straddling him in all my naked glory. I need him to understand that I’m willing to do anything for our love, even if that means tolerating that worthless troll, he deserves nothing but my devoted love and unconditional support. His hands find their favorite place on my hips where he draws tiny little circles with the pads of his thumbs. I know he’s using it as a tool of distraction, putting a veil over his emotions.
My sensitive Trey.
No matter what women say, there is nothing sexier than a man who can build you a fire, smack your ass and pull your hair in the bedroom, defend you with honor, then show you their sensitive side.
“Yes, I’m willing to try for you. I can’t make promises that this will work out the way we want it to, but for you, I’ll try.” He leans forward, taking his shirt off, reaching behind him to pull it from his body. Snaking his arms though the opening of mine, his hands find the nape of my neck, pulling me against his bare chest. I want, so badly, to be able to trust his mother, but in the deepest pit of my stomach, my gut tells me not to. Tells me to push her out or do whatever I can to show her true colors. I don’t want to hurt Trey, but am I going to hurt him worse if I do nothing and she is exactly what I think she is?
“How in the fuck did I get so lucky?” He kisses just above my heart. “Lucky enough to be the one who claimed your heart.”
I revel in his sweet omission. I need to at least try to be friendly, and if I see any sort of suspicious behavior, I’ll tell him. That’s all I can do, to not only keep Trey safe, but also keep our relationship solid.