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“You’re not playing fair, Trey.” He bends his knees a little so he can wrap his arms low around my waist.
“I never said I would play fair. I’m crazy about you, and I won’t make excuses for the things that I’m going to do to prove it to you.”
The ground below me disappears and my knees become weak. He makes my head foggy and I lose all equilibrium, throwing me off balance. I can’t say no to him and that scares me. He got my initials tattooed on him for heaven’s sake, but I can’t stay mad. Between confessing his love and the sly grin that makes his blue eyes sparkle, I just can’t.
“I love you, you crazy, stupid caveman.” I extend my neck so my lips can clash with his. We are a battle of tongues and passion, getting lost in each other. The bar is crowded with people, but right now it feels like it’s only him and me. He pours all he has into the kiss, holding nothing back.
“Besides, I bet I made you less nervous to see my dad today, huh?” he says between light kisses on my forehead.
“Oh, you clever little dog,” I respond, making busy with the collar on his long-sleeved button up denim top. He looks edible in his black jeans and boots. He now has a beard that looks amazing on him, making him look more manly and rugged. His sandy blond hair has grown out a little, and he has it styled to the side and slicked back, creating a clean and tidy look. I could stare at him for hours and still find new things about him that turn me on. But we don’t have time for that, I’m hungry and we need to be social for at least another hour.
I devour my ham sandwich and fries as if it’s the last supper. The veggies and fruit from the spa didn’t quite cut it; I need real food. I’ve never been the type to diet or workout. I love food, and lucky me, my genes allow me to eat whatever I want without gaining a single pound. I know this will catch up to me one day, but I’m not broken yet, so I’m going to enjoy this while I can. Besides, I’m almost convinced that after I have babies my body won’t bounce back. I stop my thought and start a new one when I realize I’m thinking about babies. Why am I thinking about that? Why is it even a thought in my mind? I push it back to the far corners of my brain and focus on the rest of lunch.
“Shayla, I think it’s time now that I say welcome to the family officially. I can’t say we are surprised, we were all just biding our time, waiting for my son to jump aboard and start dating you.” Charles stands to toast, his smile contagious as he looks over at Trey and me.
“Thanks, Pops. He’s pretty lucky to have me, isn’t he?” Seeing Charles, as Trey’s girlfriend, is a lot easier than I thought it was going to be, I’m finding my groove. Trey’s grip on my shoulder tightens as I banter with his father. I look up at him and he smiles like a kid. So much joy is in his expression it warms my heart. Trey’s letting go of the past slowly everyday, and I’m happy I’m here to witness it.
“Yeah, he is. Someone to whip his ass into shape.” Pops winks at me and everyone at the table hollers and whoops in agreement.
“Thanks, Pops. You know I’m old enough to take you, old man.” Trey stands and walks to his dad. I watch their exchange in wonderment; Trey wraps his arm around his dad’s neck and shoulder, teasingly shaking him.
“You don’t have it in you, son!” Charles shoots back from their leaning position causing Trey to step back. They throw fake jabs and punches at each other. My heart fills with warmth, the sight of them playing in front of everyone, a father and a son, best friends. His mom never had a chance to see this, and I feel so sorry for her lonely, miserable life. What a journey to miss out on.
“We’ll see you guys bright and early for snowboarding!” Trey shouts across the lobby as we make our way to the bank of elevators. Everyone waves and says their good-byes. It’s only five o’clock, but we want to get in early so we can all be well rested for the day ahead.
“That was fun. It was amazing seeing you and your dad together like that.”
“Yeah, that man is an old dog, but I fucking love him. I learned everything I know from him. Best friends and all that shit. Ya know?” I nod. I do know what that’s like. My dad, Kingston, and I are the same way. We built a strong bond when my mom was out doing whatever with whomever.
“You did great today, baby. You didn’t even choke up once talking to Dad,” he says, kissing the back of my hand that’s entwined with his.
“Your tattoo is the reason. But really, Trey, what were you thinking with getting that tattoo? It’s taboo, and what if we break up?” His carefree expression goes from happy to a burning flame in the blink of an eye. Trey moves, backing me into the wall of the elevator, my hands grab onto the hand railing to steady me.
“Don’t say shit like that. You’re it for me; you and I will never be over. You belong to me.”
Wow. I’m hit with the impact of his words and the meaning they hold. This isn’t a temporary thing; this is it for him. If the tattoo didn’t signify this, then that statement sure did. I’m overwhelmed with a thousand emotions—happy, joyful, scared, intimidated—all of those wrapped around my heart. I love being with him, I never want to be without him, but does he know what that means. Sure, he was willing to try the relationship thing, but does he even realize what his declaration insinuates, it means forever. Is he ready for that? I am. Forever with Trey can only be described or explained as my wildest of dreams coming true. Marriage, love…babies, the whole thing I desire to have with Trey.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just…things happen and sometimes people can’t make it last. I don’t want you to regret us one day, I mean think about what you’re saying.” He rolls his eyes and breathes deep through his nose. The elevator doors open and he pulls me out of the cart with determination. The second the door to our room closes I’m pinned against it, caged between his arms.
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??Maybe you need some reminding of my need for you and how much I love you.” We’re legs and arms and lips as passion takes over and I invite him to show me exactly who I belong to. Determined and possessive Trey is a sight to behold. We’re fighting to remove each other’s clothes and shoes, not caring how we get naked just as long as it happens fast. Once we’re both stripped bare, he throws me on the bed. He’s standing over me, hard and ready. I watch in amazement as he strokes himself slowly, my mouth watering and my clit pulsing so hard I can hear it in my eardrums.
“Tell me you want this, baby? You want me inside of you, owning that beautiful fucking body?” My mouth is dry, and I can’t get out a full yes, so I just lie back, nod, and spread my legs slowly. He wants to tease me, I’ll tease him back. Reaching down, slowly trailing my finger over the dips and curves of my body, I find my clit and moan loudly. It’s not his hand, but I’m so aroused any kind of friction feels good. I want to rile him up; I want him to lose control with me.
“Fuck, you’re a greedy woman.” He climbs onto the bed and spreads his knees apart just a tiny bit, his top half never touching the bed. I yelp when he grabs my hips and lifts them. My shoulders and head are the only thing supporting my weight, other than his rough grip on my hips. His yummy, vein-laced arm muscles are bulging from the weight of me in his hands, and it only makes me ache for him more. “Play with your tits for me, baby.”
My hands reach up and palm my breasts, my peaked nipples peeking through my fingers as I pinch them.
“That’s right, baby, think of my hands and mouth on your perfect tits.” I moan and close my eyes when he puts my aching wet core against the crown of his shaft, ready to take me. I let out a throaty gasp when his thumb runs over my clit, causing a new wave of wetness to release.
“You’re so ready for this cock, baby.” I nod and continue to grab and pull on my breasts. All the sensations I’m experiencing can’t compare to the feeling that hits me when he pounds into me, hard. My eyes shoot open at the fullness of him inside of me. He’s hitting my cervix and it’s a painful pleasure that I can’t describe.
“You’re so tight and warm.” He starts thrusting into me harder, after a few moments of letting me adjust to him.
“You feel that pressure, baby? Feel how fucking tight you are?” I moan a loud yes, because I can. I feel so full and I still feel like we aren’t close enough. I want to be wrapped up in him.
“My cock was made for you, and no other man will ever be able to relieve that ache. You know why?” he asks on a hard thrust, causing me to respond in a rushed breath.
