“Sleeping,” I mumbled, breathing in his scent and relaxing against him.
“Sorry, darlin’. I didn’t think I was going to be gone as long as I was. Come on, let’s get you to bed.”
Trip carried me to bed. He stripped off his shirt and jeans and climbed in next to me. My hand came in contact with his bare stomach and suddenly sleep wasn’t as important as it was moments ago.
I traced the deep grooves of his muscles, leaning over to replace my fingers with my tongue like I wanted to the first time I saw it. Trip groaned and pushed his fingers through my hair. My tongue traveled down his stomach, stopping when I reached his boxers.
Trip’s hips lifted so I could remove his underwear. I pulled them down his legs. My tongue traveled over his shaft, memorizing the feel and taste in the dark. Trip’s hands moved back in my hair as I took him in fully. His thighs clenched as I moved faster over him.
“Shit,” he cried, turning over and pulling me up in one swift movement.
My sweatpants were shucked off, and Trip positioned himself in between my thighs before I registered I had moved. I yanked off my tank top just as Trip slid into me. We both sighed when we were pressed together.
Trip moved in a slow, steady pace. My heels dug into his butt, urging him to go faster. When he didn’t get my cues, I leaned up and kissed him deeply.
Trip’s resolve broke, and he thrust faster, giving me exactly what I wanted. We both crashed over the edge together, our orgasms milking the other’s until we were both spent.
Trip rolled over and pulled me to him. Before I could ask him where he had been, a light snore escaped his lips. I smiled and snuggled in further, letting the exhaustion of the night before and today pull me under.
Trip was already gone when I woke up. I rolled over on his pillow and breathed in his smell. My phone rang, making me jump, embarrassed I was caught being weird.
“I’m coming over in fifteen. Get in the shower,” Renee demanded cryptically before hanging up.
Not wanting to get yelled at for ignoring orders, I got out of bed and did as I was told.
“Hurry up,” Renee yelled, banging on the bathroom door and scaring the shit out of me.
I picked up the shampoo bottle I was singing into and postponed my solo concert for my next shower. Throwing on my robe, I went into the kitchen to see what Renee was up to.
“What are you doing? Get dressed. We don’t have much time,” she yelled, clapping her hands together.
“What am I dressing for? And where are we going?”
I moved into my room and lotioned up before pulling on a pair of jean shorts and my favorite Pappies shirt. Renee surveyed me before nodding her approval.
“We’re going over to Trip’s house. As to what you’re dressing for, I don’t know. Trip told me to get you dressed and to have you at his house before ten.” Renee glanced at her phone. “We need to hurry.”
I slipped on my flip-flops and followed Renee to her car.
“You really have no idea what’s going on?” I asked as Renee backed out of the parking lot.
“Nope. Trip called Brian this morning and when they were done talking, Brian handed me the phone. Trip told me to get you showered, dressed, and to his house before ten.”
Renee shrugged her shoulders as she rolled down her window and waved to the guard. He nodded and opened the gate. Renee pulled in front of Trip’s huge three-story house with a large porch spanning the front.
I’d never been inside his house, but Brian pointed it out when Renee moved her business to his garage and told me that Trip was his neighbor.
“Is it normal to have all these camera crews around?” I asked, noticing news vans parked on the street.
“No, but I have a feeling it has to do with why Trip wanted you here.”
My hand went to my messy bun still drying on my head. I pulled down the visor and noted the black bags under my eyes and the fact I was makeup free.
“You look beautiful,” Renee said, parking her car and getting out. “Let’s go see what your man has up his sleeve.”
With fake confidence, I walked into Trip’s house.
“There you are,” my mom cried, coming up and hugging me.
