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All of a sudden, I said, “I can't handle anymore foreplay! I want your cock in my pussy!” Trev chuckled, and I think I heard a muffled, “Alrighty, then!”
I took his cock in my hand and squeezed hard, one time, and pressed the head against my wet pussy lips. He immediately understood what I was asking for as he gave a little push into my pussy vault then pushed again all the way to the hilt of his shaft.
“I know you want to come all over my cock, so give it up for me, Lindsey! Come for me!” He thrust into me again and ground his pubic mound against my clit over and over again until I begged for mercy from my rolling orgasm.
Then I demanded that he come with me, telling him to thrust as hard as he wanted into my pussy. I swear I heard him growl, and then he did just that—thrusting and thrusting until he shouted out, “I'm coming now!”
He stayed inside me until his soft penis popped out. He then rolled onto his side and spooned me. It felt so good to be close to him again, to feel his warm skin against mine, to feel his breath on my neck.
And to feel absolutely safe inside his muscular arms.
As I enjoyed the moment, the thought of him leaving me again came to mind, and I became sad instantly.
I knew how his leaving had affected me the first time. I didn't want to have to go through that again. I wanted him close; I wanted him to stay with me—for how long? I had no idea, but I just knew I wanted him next to me.
I wanted to ask, but I was scared of his answer.
You faced Ken, and that wasn't as hard a conversation as you thought it would be.
So have this one with Trev. You just might be pleasantly surprised …
"What happens now? With us? Is there an us?" I held my breath.
He turned me to face him; his eyes looked at me with so much excitement, but I still didn't let myself get hopeful about anything.
I wanted him to say it. I wanted to hear him say he would stay with me.
"Are you sure you want to be in this town? This tiny, isolated town has nothing to offer you, does it?" I asked him.
"This tiny little town hasyou.As long as I am with you, I'll stay anywhere." He kissed me gently on the forehead, but I raised my lips to him, and we looked each other in the eyes without wavering during a long, deep kiss.
"I told you I don't want to be far from you, and I mean it." He said softly, "I don't necessarily have to be in the city to run my company. I can do that from any part of the world—ahem … as long as I have an internet connection.” And we both doubled up in laughter.
Chapter 29
Epilogue: Lindsey
Trevwastruetohis word. He convinced his executive committee (with a single phone call! Wow!) that he would always be available, even if he lived here in my town with me. I knew that he needed his own workspace, so in a couple of hours, we converted the upper floor of one of the less-used buildings for that purpose.
Though it was quickly done, Trev seemed happy with it. “After all, we have property-wide Wi-Fi, right?” and I only playfully jabbed him in the side and shook my head with a laugh at that comment.
He let go of his room at the Lodge and joined me in mine from that very night. He tried to convince me that we should live off-site, but given the way things were going at the time in the business, It made no sense to add a new expense.
In fact, how things were going, financially and otherwise with the Lodge, were of great concern to Trev. I laid it all out for him. I even showed him my accounting. His only comment was, “I'm glad you shared this with me.”
A couple days after his return to me, Trev reported to me how the new game had really taken off and was getting zillions of downloads and great reviews. I was super glad to hear that. He said he had me to thank for it, even though I insisted that it was all him.
He told me that he had brought some paperwork for me, but I didn't know what it was until the third day after his return to the Lodge.
He just told me, “Read that document and then we'll talk,” and let me be. It was a part-ownership agreement for the game I'd given him an idea for! Ownership translated into monthly royalties being paid directly to me.
“I'm being paid royalties for this game?” I looked at Trev in a somewhat confused state of mind.
At my comment, he made me open an envelope that had a check in it for the first month’s royalties. “You’re going to be a multimillionaire from your idea—you do realize this, right?” he asked me. I can't remember how long my mouth hung open.
He told me, “I'm no fool, Lindsey. I know you are operating this place on a shoestring and haven't got much money ahead, if any, to show for your dedication and efforts. I saw that you're in debt, so let this first payment help you clear some of that debt. And then maybe, just maybe, when you have paid it off, I can convince you to use some of your future earnings from the game to upgrade and remodel the Lodge …” I remember how tentatively he looked at me. But I reassured him that I would not shout at him about this. And he laughed out loud (thank goodness).
Over the next six months, I met some of the people in Trev's life—Eric (who, it turned out, was his best friend and who was responsible for us meeting in the first place) and some of their other mutual friends, his assistant (“Call me any time for any reason, Lindsey!”), and more. I introduced him to the couple of girlfriends I still had in town; besides Ken, so many of my school friends had left for “greener pastures.”
