Page 43 of Winning Her

“Nightstand,” I gasped out before he could push me down again. “My nightstand, first drawer.”

Trent grumbled but leaned over to reach for the drawer. I lowered myself onto my back and waited. He pulled out the condoms and arched an eyebrow down at me. He didn’t say anything though, kneeing my thighs apart and settling between my legs. I bit down on my lower lip as I watched him open up the condom and slide the rubber onto his cock. I’d never seen a man naked like this. The last time didn’t count because I didn’t remember seeing it. I wasn’t a virgin anymore, but seeing how big he was, I was suddenly hit with the same fear from that night.

I forgot it pretty quickly because Trent knew just what he was doing. He caught my legs under the knees to wrap them around his hips, then leaned down, so his upper body lay above mine. One arm wrapped around my waist, arching my back slightly as he pressed licks and kisses all over my breasts. I gasped and moaned every time he flicked my nipple or wrapped his lips around one and sucked.

He had me squirming and writhing under him in seconds, keeping me distracted so I didn’t even have time to feel fear when his cock slid into me. He was far gentler than before, and it still felt just as good.

“Trent,” I moaned out, tipping my head back as I swiveled my hips, gasping at the feel of being so full. “Please, move.”

He hummed, his lips moving from my chest as he kissed up my neck. His hips moved, slowly at first, pulling back until just the tip of him remained inside me, then entering me in a slow thrust. He started up a rhythm, adding a roll to his hips with every thrust. I dug my fingers into his shoulders as I held on, my legs tight around his hips.

“Jessi,” he whispered.

My eyes fluttered open at the call of my name, and I met his gaze. There was this unreadable look in them, but before I could decipher it, he was kissing me. His hips moved faster until his hips slammed into mine with every thrust as he fucked me into the mattress. My moans and cries were muffled in his kisses, and he sneaked a hand between us to cup one of my breasts, his thumb and forefinger teasing the nipple.

Pleasure pooled at the base of my spine, and I broke away from the kiss, tipping my head back. He moved to kissing all over my neck, the arm around my waist holding tightly onto my hip, and I knew I would have marks to carry with me for a few days.

“Trent!”

I cried out his name as my body started to shiver. I dragged my nails down his back, and he growled as we hit the climax. Trent’s hips stilled against mine, and I could feel him pulse inside me as I convulsed hard around his cock.

We slumped into the bed, sated, and Trent rolled us to the side, keeping me in his arms. I held onto him just as tightly, closing my eyes and burying my face into his chest as a stray tear leaked out of my eye.

Goodbye, Trent. I don’t want to, but I’m sure I’ll miss you.

17

Trent

I held Jessi close, feeling her holding me just as tightly.

What am I doing?

The thought kept running through my mind as I realized this wasn’t exactly normal behavior for me. Of all the women I’d had sex with, I didn’t usually end up asleep in the same bed with them, and even in the few cases I did, there was never this… cuddling afterward.

I realized I really loved feeling her soft, smaller body pressed against me.

“Jessi?” I called tentatively.

There was no answer. She squirmed a little and curled further into my chest, and I couldn’t help grinning.

I am never letting you go again, Jessi, I thought to myself with determination.

It felt more like admitting something I’d known for a while than coming to a realization that she was really important to me. Besides, I’d practically bared my soul to her twice now. I wasn’t sure if she knew how important it was that I’d let my walls down around her. After that, I just couldn’t let her go.

My body shivered a little as I ducked my head into her hair and breathed deeply. Jessi was still asleep in my arms. I’d never done this before with my bed partners, but for Jessi, I could allow a lot. I knew, for her, I could let myself start to love again. It was something so foreign to me, but I knew it would come so easily with Jessi by my side.

I wasn’t sure when I fell asleep. I didn’t think I could, feeling so giddy for the first time in a long while. But I did eventually drift off, dreaming of Jessi as I held her close in my arms. My dreams were all about our past, present, and future. I hadn't forgotten how she was the closest person to me before my mom died. I’d pushed everyone away, but Jessi had always stuck around. I hadn't been nice to her back then, but now I could feel the ice around my heart start to melt.

As for our future… I hoped we had one together, anyway. It would be just perfect if that dream could come true.

Then, I woke up, and once again, I was alone.

Really Jessi? I thought with a frown. Why did she keep doing that? I stretched out then moved to where I’d dropped my clothes, searching for my phone through them. It wasn’t that early in the morning, so maybe she was just at work?

That’s right, I thought to myself, feeling placated. There wasn’t anything else that would get her out of bed early, right? She had her obligations to the hotel. She probably got up early to head to work.

I got dressed in yesterday’s clothes, leaving my shirt only partway buttoned and leaving off the tie. I didn’t look around the room as I left, though I couldn’t help but notice the boxes she’d had around were all gone.