“What?! You have a picture of that picture?”
He nods his head yes.
“Oh my god! Give me your phone. We are deleting that right now!” I hop off the island and stalk towards him, frantically grabbing around the back of him where his Blackberry is sitting on the kitchen counter and charging.
He quickly snaps the phone out of the charging dock and holds it above his head.
“Hey! Give that to me! Give that phone to me now!” I'm jumping up and down in an embarrassing attempt to grab the phone from his hands. Trent is standing his ground, holding his Blackberry high in the air while laughter is bursting from his lips. I decide that tickling is my next approach. I speedily place my hands on his ribcage and begin furiously tickling his sides.
“Shit!” Trent squirms out of my reach and tosses his phone on the counter. Then he grabs me before I can manage to get my hands on it. His arms have me in a firm grip and I'm struggling to break free.
“I think it's time your pussy gets ready for Dr. Hammer,” he hoots before grabbing my waist and throwing me over his shoulder.
My head is pressed against his back and my legs are firmly in his grasp. He smacks my ass and then heads towards his bedroom, striding through the hallway with purpose.
“I hope you're ready to be satisfied,” Trent says and smacks my ass again.
“Oh my god! You're so lame! Enough with the Dr. Hammer and satisfied talk!” I yell as I continue to hang off of his shoulder, my boobs pressed against his back.
Trent chuckles loudly, smacks my ass for a third time, and walks into his bedroom.
He tosses me on the bed and traipses towards me like a predator—a predator that's ready to fuck his prey into a god damn coma. My pussy clenches at the sight of his strong, precise movements, and his eyes have my nipples harder than I ever knew was possible.
“We're not leaving this room until I've fucked you senseless and you have to tell me to stop making you come. Because that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make you come and come and come… and when you don't think it's possible to have another orgasm, I'm going to eat that delicious pussy like it's my last fucking meal and make you come again.”
Ohhhhhhhh, I think Dr. Hammer just gave me a lifetime guarantee.
Chapter Twenty-Two
“If your friend is going through some guy problems, always make sure you gauge her level of anger with this: 'On a scale of 1 to Adele, how pissed off are you at this guy?' If she says, 'Adele,' go ahead and take the matches from her and proceed to drive far, far away from that guy's house…immediately.”
Sitting contently in Trent's truck as he's driving me home, I turn down the music that's blaring through the speakers so I can actually manage a conversation with him.
"You can turn on whatever you like." He glances at me out of his periphery as he accelerates onto the highway toward my apartment.
I've been holed up in Trent's apartment for the past thirty-six hours, enjoying his company among many other things. I begrudgingly let him drive me home only because I have to work a night shift in the ER tonight.
"Tell me about the first time you had sex."
Trent sputters a little as he lets out a choking cough, obviously surprised at my request. "You want to hear about when I lost my virginity?" Turning his head towards me for a brief second, he allows me to see the curious amusement in his eyes.
"Yes I do. How old were you? Who was it? Where were you? Tell me everything." I tap my fingers lightly on the passenger door, grinning at him.
"I'll share mine, but only if you share yours." His eyes are back on the road, switching lanes on the highway and passing a slow-moving sedan.
"Deal."
He clears his throat and then begins to tell me all about Tammy, the girl whose vagina stole his virginity. "I was seventeen, and like any teenage boy, I had sex on the brain constantly. My girlfriend's name was Tammy. She was cute, too nice for a horny kid like me, and her father was a pastor. We were alone at her parents' house on a weeknight. I think they were busy at a church function. I'm pretty sure we were supposed to be working on some school project together, but one thing led to another…and then Tammy was lying naked on her bed, nervously ready to have sex. Hell, I was nervous too. Seventeen and not a clue what in the hell I was doing. The sex wasn't the best, being it was our first times, and I came in under a fucking minute, but it's what happened after the sex that makes this story so interesting…"
"Oh I have to hear this!" I turn in my seat so that I'm facing Trent, all ears, ready to listen to whatever comes out of his mouth.
"Well, right after I finished, Tammy's parents came home—"