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“His name,” I repeated as firmly as I could without scaring her.
“Roy … Hayley.”
The stepbrother. Motherfucker!
The library door opened, and I knew that within thirty minutes, Roy Hayley would be tied up in the cells underground until I arrived. Gage had been waiting for a name. He had it.
I pressed a kiss to her lips, then pulled her back against my chest and held her. Until I had her safely back in my bed, I wasn’t letting go of her.
Twenty-Seven
Trinity
Eight years. It had been eight years since I’d cried. Not even a tear. Nothing. I’d go to my dark place to survive the horror, but no tears ever came. When I finally snapped out of it, I was always numb and dry-eyed. I tried to cry so many times, but I never could. It always felt like there was a wall inside that blocked out any deep emotion. I’d accepted it was probably why I couldn’t fall in love. The wall protected me. It surrounded me. It was my strength.
When I’d opened my eyes, Huck had been there. His eyes full of concern, his words soothing. Something shattered. It felt like every emotion I’d held back for so long broke free and came roaring back to life. All the pain, hurt, heartache, anguish, sorrow, loss, regret—it all flooded me at once. Without meaning to, he had taken down my wall, then held me while my heart and head accepted the return of all I’d kept out.
If he hadn’t been there to hold me, I wasn’t sure I could have survived the onslaught. Once my sobs had finally subsided, I’d felt exhausted yet free.
Huck carried me to the car, held me in his lap the entire ride home, and then carried me down to his room. Since I’d opened my eyes and pulled myself out of the dark place, he’d been holding me. His arms had to be tired, but I had been reluctant to let go of the security that he provided. Levi had driven us home but left again after we got out of the Escalade.
I felt guilty for being the reason Huck had left the party early. At least the other two were staying there. I’d not even gotten a chance to see Maddy and thank her for the dress, shoes, and jewelry.
Why had Roy been there? I cringed, thinking about his touch on my arm.
I tightened my hold on Huck without thinking. He sat down on his bed with me. I started to tell him to let me down, but he lowered his mouth and kissed me. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I opened, feeling needy for a taste of him. He’d been distant earlier, and I craved this connection. It was a reassurance that I didn’t need to get confused with permanency. But tonight, affection helped pull me back from my past.
His hand slid up my side until it covered my right breast. I arched into his touch. If he touched me, it would wash away all the dirty that came with memories of my past. His thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple. I turned toward him and pulled up my skirt so I could straddle his lap. His hands moved around to cup my bottom, and he paused when he felt bare skin. I couldn’t wear panties with this dress.
“Trinity.” His voice was hoarse.
“Hmm?” I replied, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?”
“Because you could see my panty line in this dress.”
He squeezed my butt cheeks and groaned. “I was just going to kiss you, baby. You’ve been through it tonight. We don’t need to fuck. Let me put you in one of my shirts and hold you until you fall asleep.”
I slid forward until I could feel his erection between my legs. “Or you could fuck me until I pass out,” I suggested.
His grip on my bottom tightened. “I’m real wound up right now. A lot of shit in my head. Seeing you like that has me wired. You need gentle. I can hold you gently. Can’t let myself get carried away.”
I leaned back and looked at him. “You’re worried you’ll fuck me too hard?”
His jaw clenched, and he nodded. I tried not to smile. I called itfuckorfuckingbecause it turned him on when I said the word.
“Maybe I need to be fucked hard. Maybe having your hands all over me will take away the bad stuff. Make me think of only you.”
The flash of hunger in his eyes was different somehow. It made me shiver. Was it territorial or possessive? What was the cause of it?
When he didn’t move, I pulled my dress up enough so that he could see me, and I slid my hand down to play with my clit. His eyes followed me, and his body jerked when my finger slid in between my folds.
“You sure you want this tonight?” His voice was deeper.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. I needed it. I needed to just remember him. When I slept, I wanted it to be Huck that I saw. He could wash away all the nightmares.
His hand went to the zipper on the back of my dress, and he slid it down. Then, he pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms so he could take it off. His eyes went to my boobs, and I let my arms down slowly. I watched him as his hands covered my breasts and held them.
