The thought was nice, but June wasn’t in the mood for the sympathy.
“My parents are planning a wedding to a creep I don’t even like. I can’t get Trey out of my head. It’s killing me all the secrecy, but I need it. Everyone will laugh at him. Oh, look there is Trey Hunt fucking the fat girl. I’m sure he’s only doing that for fun.” June tried her best to mimic a male voice.
“You’re thinking about everything too hard. Trey likes you. I see the way he looks at you. There’s something going on between you. You both need to stop running and hiding from the truth. That’s my advice.”
The door tinkled again, and June cursed.
“I’ve got to go. Please, think about what you’re doing. I don’t like seeing you like this.”
June listened to her friend’s advice. Nothing had changed in her mind by six when she was dressed and ready to go. She sat on the sofa wondering if she could get sick in the next hour. It was a shame scientists hadn’t invented a pill that could make women who didn’t want to go on dates have symptoms to stop them. They could call it The-Sucky-Date-Pill.
When the door rang, June wasn’t ready.
Getting up she made her way to the front door to see Trey stood on the other side.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
He didn’t answer but pushed her through the door. Trey closed and locked it.
Cupping her face, he slammed his lips down on hers. “I can’t do it. I can’t let you go on a date without staking my claim first. While you’re sitting there eating your fine cuisine I want you thinking about me.”
Trey pushed her toward the couch. He turned her, bent her over the edge and pulled up her dress.
“You’re going on this date for your parents. I get that. I get everything you’re telling me, June. I’ll support it, but I’m not going to let you go without claiming you first.”
She heard the foil tearing and his grunt as he rolled the latex over his cock. In the next instant he slid deep inside her. She was wearing a thong, which he’d pushed to the side. Their moans echoed around the room at the same time. He was long, thick, and buried deep inside her.
“When you’re sat with him, you’re going to know you had my dick in your pussy.” He pulled out and slammed back in.
His hands gripped the straps of her dress pulling them down so her breasts tumbled out. Fingers tweaked her nipples, making them ache.
“Please, Trey, fuck me.”
“Who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You. I belong to you.”
“Good. I own you, June. We’re a secret, but no fucking man gets what I get. I’m the one you’ll be coming home to. Me, I’ll be the man fucking this pussy and sucking on your tits. No one else, me.”
She loved his possessive attitude. His words were making her wet and turning her on. She cried out as he released her breasts to slap her ass.
Once he finished with her ass, he stroked her clit, driving deep into her pussy. Closing her eyes, she groaned feeling her orgasm crash through her.
“That’s it. Come on my cock, baby.”
Crying out, she pushed against him, feeling him hit her deep.
“Fuck!” It was the last word he spoke before he erupted inside the condom.
She lay across the sofa panting. June didn’t want to move or to blink for fear the feelings erupting around her body would disappear.
The sound of the door being knocked interrupted their moment.
Trey cursed again, helping her to her feet.
Her heart in the throat, June stared at him. “I don’t want to go,” she said.
“You’ve got to go.”
Glancing toward the door she shook her head.
“Go, I’ll be here for you,” he said.
She handed him a spare set of keys before heading toward the front door. Staring at him, June wished she could stay.
“Come on, June. I know you’re there,” Martin said, calling through the door.
With no other choice, she turned on her heel and fled out of her apartment.
Chapter Ten
Trey gripped the back of the couch trying to bring some focus to his chaotic mind. All he saw was June with her date. He hated the picture and despised the feeling of another man being close to her.
The thoughts had driven him to coming here tonight. He couldn’t let her leave her apartment without touching her, tasting her.
A good twenty minutes passed before he left her apartment, keeping hold of the spare key.
He stopped as he saw Dale stood outside of the tattoo parlor, flicking open his phone. His friend turned to him, looking at the building and then looking at him.
“Do I even want to know what’s going on?” Dale asked.
Walking to his front door, Trey kept his thoughts to himself even as he set the two keys down on the counter by the front door. Dale was close behind him.