Trust Me .(34)

As her fingers continue to explore the ink, she leans forward and gently kisses the words on my chest. I close my eyes as her lips glide along my body, over this part of my body that represents my past, my loyalty, my faith. Her gentle touch burns as her long fingers drift along my skin as I stand paralyzed by her touch. I feel every movement of her lips, every trace of her fingers. That simple touch is almost my undoing.

I use my toes to kick off my shoes without even untying them. I use my one free hand to unbutton my pants. When I struggle a little to do accomplish the task one handed, Avery reaches down and releases the button. Her eyes are fixed on mine again as she slowly draws the zipper downward. She places both hands on the waist of my jeans and slowly pushes them down. I quickly remove my jeans and jerk as I feel her hands grab my hard erection through my boxer briefs. Her touch is amazing but I know that if she keeps that up, this’ll be over way before I’m ready for it to be.

I still her hands with one of mine and bring them up to my mouth. I gently kiss her palms, her finger tips, her wrists. Then I shuck my boxers and reach down for my pants, pulling a condom out of my wallet. I use my teeth to tear open the package, pulling out our protection and using my free hand to cover myself.

Then I remove her bra and thong - yeah, I didn’t realize it was a thong until I was removing them - and grab a hold of her ass again, lifting her up in my arms.

“Wrap your legs back around me,” I tell her. She does as she’s told and it lines us up perfectly. I slowly bring her down on top of me, my whole cock surrounded by her wet heat. We stay like that for a moment as she adjusts to my size.

“You’re so fucking tight.”

“It’s been a while for me,” she replies and sounds a little embarrassed by her admission.

“How long?”

She hesitates a moment before finally saying, “Almost two years.”

I practically go out of my damn mind. I let out a possessive growl and realize I have to move. Now. I slowly start pumping into her, trying to take it slow; not wanting to hurt her. But, the need to drive deep inside her harder, to possess her, is too great. I start hammering into her, her moans become louder and louder. Just when I think I can’t last any longer, I feel her insides tighten around me and it sends me straight into another world. Bright lights burst behind my closed eyelids as Avery yells out my name while I pump into her a few more times, finally releasing myself deep inside her.

We stand like this for a few minutes, each trying hard to catch our breath and waiting for our heart rates to return to a somewhat normal pace.

I turn and walk her over to my bed without breaking our precious contact, tugging my comforter back. I slowly withdrawal myself from her body as I lower her down onto the cool sheets. “I’ll be right back,” I said as I head towards the bathroom to dispose of the used condom.

When I return to my room, she’s lying on her side in the middle of my bed. The sight of her there is overwhelming and practically brings me to my knees. My legs are rooted in their place as I watch her. I’ve never felt the need to get back into a bed with a woman after I step out of it - even though we have technically not made it in bed together. I’ve never snuggled up to a sleeping woman and listened to her even breathing while she slept. But suddenly, in the moonlight of my bedroom, I have the overwhelming desire to crawl into bed with Avery. So I don’t question it now. I can question it and dissect it tomorrow. Tonight, I’m going to get into bed and hold her. As I climb into bed, she rolls over and lays her head in the crook of my arm, throwing her arm over my chest and her leg over my leg. I listen as her breathing starts to slow, until she’s falling asleep in my arms. Tomorrow, we’ll deal with whatever this means. Tonight, I’m going to go to sleep with the only woman that I’ve cared enough about to let into my damn bed.





I feel the warm sunlight dance across my face, but I’m not ready to wake up yet. I stretch out a little bit and realize my muscles are achy and sore. I’m not sure if it’s from the first time against the door or from when he woke me up around two this morning for a repeat performance in bed. I snuggle up against Maddox again and feel him stir next to me. He grabs a hold of my waist and rolls me onto my side, his front to my back. This position, with him snuggled up against me, is the most comfortable place in the world.

Maddox starts kissing me behind my ear, licking my ear lobe before gently sucking it into his mouth. I gasp at the sensual caress of his tongue and lips. “Good morning,” he mumbles against my head.

“Good morning.”

I glance over at the clock on the nightstand and see it’s almost seven o’clock. “Um, don’t you have to work today?”