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“It’s about damn time, Turner.” She teased and his gentle laughter vibrated through every part of him and into her.
Then he was kissing her, it wasn’t soft, but it wasn’t overly aggressive. Trey was savoring, drawing out and appreciating every single second, every touch, movement and new overwhelmingly beautiful feeling that sparked to life in the non-existent space between them.
His hands began to glide and explore up and down her waist, across her stomach, her chest, her shoulders, her hands, her hips, thighs. One of his hands effortlessly laced itself around the base of her neck while the other now gripped the back of her knee and drew her leg up his thigh and hooked it around his waist allowing them both to feeleverything.
Then she was in the air as Trey wrapped both her legs around his middle while he carried her to his bed and laid her beneath him. Trey admired her, a hand lifting to caress her temple and the framing curls of her hair as he said, “Let me show you all the things I could only dream of doing while I waited for you to pick me.”
Maybelle’s breathing hitched as she looked back up at him, still fully dressed yet feeling so incredibly naked under this man. He was beautiful, and he wanted her. In answer Maybelle sat up with him so they both knelt on the mattress. She helped Trey remove his shirt and then he was slipping off hers.
Maybelle followed his movements, where his eyes landed as she revealed herself to him. That emerald stare gripped her throat, and caressed the rise and fall of her breathing, intensified on the now bare expanses of her skin. Trey’s hands went to the waist band of her pants, tugging and pulling her to him so he could more easily plant kisses along her jawline, down her neck and across her shoulders.
“Is this what you want, May?” Trey asked into her skin and Maybelle shuddered. He stopped then to look her in the eyes as he waited. Maybelle was speechless, breathing too heavy, body boneless. She wanted this, wanted him sosobadly.
“I want you, Trey.” She began, not exactly coherent, “I wantyouto know me entirely.” And by the way Trey’s hands flexed against her hips, he knew what she meant, what she referenced.
All timid touch vanished as Trey crushed his mouth against hers and lowered her back into his bed, “You are so beautiful, May.” Trey hummed against bare stomach, nibbling a bit of her skin as he slowly undid her pants. Trey stood from the bed, slipping her jeans off with ease, then his own sweats were on the floor leaving them both in very little clothing.
“So close.” Trey’s voice was airy, strained as he lifted her leg to him and began to trail kisses from her ankle, up her calf, on the side of her knee, up her inner thigh.
Trey was back above her, fingering the strap of her bra, “Sit up for me, please.”
Maybelle did just that and Trey smirked as he undid the band, “So obedient.” He chuckled and Maybelle glared up at him.
“Enjoy it while it lasts.” She bit back but Trey’s laughter only became deeper, huskier as he lowered himself onto her, his fingers looping on the sides of her underwear.
“Oh, I plan to.” His baritone voice alone was enough to send her into a state of absolute euphoria.
Together they learned, taught, and received every blissful touch, feeling and movement. And as Trey promised, he loved and learned every bit of her in a rhythm and intensity that had them both diving over the edge of pure satiated contentment.
Maybelle had never felt safer than she did here withTrey, she was finally home. Even as he cradled her against him under the covers, feeling every bit of his naked body against her exposed skin.
“Mayhem.” Trey said onto the back of her neck as he trailed a line of kisses along the tops of her shoulders. Maybelle snuggled deeper into him, feeling every bit of his strength, his heat, ofhim.
“Hmm?” She mumbled in answer.
Trey wrapped his arm around her waist, trying to pull her closer to him, not that there really was acloser,she was completely pressed into him. Any closer and they would be molded into each other, which did not sound like a bad thing to Maybelle.
“You’re endgame for me.” Trey breathed as he nipped at her ear.
“What does that mean?” Maybelle snorted.
Trey pressed a long kiss onto her back before lifting himself up on an elbow, hovering over her as he said, “It means I love you and I will always love you.” He promised, his forest green focus lining with glassy emotion as he brushed a stray hair from her face, “I’ve waited a long time to tell you that.” He choked out.
Maybelle put a gentle hand on his cheek and brought him to her as she kissed him. She kissed him like she could kiss away the past, all the heartache and loneliness he had faced, and just be here with her. To just know this blissful moment of peace in one another’s embrace.
When they parted Maybelle pressed her forehead against his and held him there as she whispered, “I love you too, Trey Turner. You’re my endgame too.”
35 Unforgettable
Trey would have thought for his stupid, insecure assumptions that his best bud and girl had slept together that he would have had to grovel more to his new girlfriend than to his best friend but boy was he wrong.
It had been weeks of washing the dishes on Williams’s turn, driving him anywhere and everywhere he wanted no matter what Trey already had planned and doing Williams's laundry, especially the clothes that had been festering in his football bag for god knows how long. Trey was at his beck and call and Williams hid none of his enjoyment.
He gloated.
Mercilessly.
Until today, Williams finally threw him a bone, “You want to play some COD?” He asked in the doorway of Trey’s bedroom.
