He’s talking about what I said yesterday, how I thought the world would be a better place without me in it. “Trent…”
He shakes his head. “There’s nothing to say. You talk to me, that’s all.”
I want to laugh but I don’t, he’s being serious now, this matters to him, I matter to him. “Okay, I’ll talk to you.”
He holds my face and stares at me, like he’s trying to find something in my eyes. Whatever it is, it seems as though he finds it as he leans in and kisses my lips. “You matter,” he tells me, and he’s killing me, he truly is killing me. He’s making me happy, he’s making me want to stay happy, stay in the present and stay with him. “Baby. You. Fucking. Matter.” He pauses after each word.
“Thank you,” I whisper, unable to talk properly because I’m fairly certain if I did speak louder, I’d crumble to the floor in a puddle of tears. “You’re my home,” I confess, and instantly regret it by the weird expression he gets. “About that run?” I say, pulling away from him hoping to distract him. It doesn’t work, his hands stay on my face, his thumbs caressing my cheeks.
“Nope, talk to me,” He demands and my cheeks flame. “Baby, what do you mean I’m your home?”
I inwardly groan as I turn to stare out toward the sea. “I never really had a home. I mean I did but not somewhere I was safe. My whole life Dad was drunk, and Mom hated me. Grandma tried but it never felt right.” I gaze into his eyes, “Until you.”
I shake my head, unable to believe that I’m baring my soul. “Now, I’ve found my home, when I’m with you, everything is so vivid. I see things more clearly. You are my home. When I’m around you, a sense of calmness settles over me, like together we can conquer anything that comes our way.”
He applies pressure to my face, and I turn to regard him. “Baby, you own me body and fucking soul. What you described, is exactly how I feel. I walked out of hell and straight into heaven. I found my home with you, and I’m never leaving.”
“Trent…” God, this man leaves me speechless.
“Can I ask you something?” He’s gone serious on me again, I nod, curious as to what he wants. “Will you talk to Dr. Sands about your medication?”
My mouth opens in shock. “Trent, what? Why?”
He gets even closer to me, his hands still not leaving my face. “I fucking love you. I need you to be okay, taking those tablets doesn’t mean you’re weak or not normal. It proves that you’re fucking strong. That you’re a fighter. That you’ve been to rock bottom but you fought your way to where you are now. That’s all that they mean.”
My mouth dries, and I swallow hard trying to get the dryness out of it. “Why is it, when you say things it makes it sound so much better than the actual reality. People who find out I’m on my meds aren’t going to realize I’ve fought. They’re going to see what they want and that’s that I’m crazy.”
“Baby, who gives a fuck what people see and believe? They have no bearing in our lives. Those that don’t see the beauty of you, the strength you have, they don’t deserve to be in your life. Those who know you, they’ve witnessed the struggle you have faced, they’ve seen how courageous you are. They’re the ones that count, their opinions matter. Let me tell you this, not one of them has ever considered you to be crazy. All they see is how truly amazing you are.” His hands are tight against my face as he leans in, kissing my lips
His tongue touches my lips, and I open my mouth, butterflies forming in my stomach as he begins to kiss me, I let him lead as I love it when he does this. He takes charge and kisses the life out of me, leaving me weak. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel his hard cock against my leggings. My hand reaches up into his hair as the other holds onto his neck. The kiss gets deeper, more passionate and I begin to grind against him. My grip on him gets tighter as his hands begin to knead my ass cheeks.
“Trent… Please,” I moan, I want him, I know I said I wasn’t ready, but I am, I want him right now. If I had the chance I’d do it right here on the beach.
“You sure baby?” His breathing is ragged yet so hopeful.
“Yes, please Trent,” I beg as I grind against him once again, this time, Trent matches my grind with an upward thrust. “Oh, Trent,” I cry, I need him.
He smiles as he begins to walk us back to the complex, I’m still wrapped around him like a damn spider monkey. Each step he takes, I moan as his cock hits against me in just the right place. I wish I’d left my back door open, instead I’m being tortured with every step Trent takes. Leaning forward, I capture his mouth and kiss him, my hands roam around his head as I grind against him.
“Christ baby,” he grits out, before taking over the kiss again. I’m burning up with need as we enter the complex, thankfully I left my apartment door unlocked. I jump down from Trent’s embrace, and push my door open as I pull Trent inside with me. As soon as he kicks my door closed, my hands begin to roam under his T-shirt. Feeling his muscles only makes me want him more.
Pulling his T-shirt up over his head, I admire his physique, he’s been working out a lot, and it shows, I want to run my tongue down his happy trail but not today, today I just need him. He kicks off his sneakers and socks, his head pops up, he must sense me staring at him as he closes the distance between us. His hand goes to the back of my neck, and his mouth is on mine. This kiss is unlike any we’ve had before; this kiss is carnal. I kick off my sneakers as he pulls off his shorts.
I pull back from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. Trent doesn’t let up though, he presses kisses to my neck. My body arches as he does so, giving him better access. His hands go to my ass, and there’s no turning back, not for me. I’m too far gone in this lusty haze to even contemplate it. I want Trent so much; I love him and trust him with my heart, mind, and my body. There’s no one in this world who can get me the way Trent does. He pulls off my leggings, so I’m standing in a thong and my sports bra. His eyes are full of love and lust, and it makes me weak at the knees.
“Ready baby?” His voice is thick with need.
“So ready.” My response is raspy.
I’m hungry for her, there’s no other way of putting it. Five years I’ve been waiting for this day, and it’s finally here. Walking out of those prison gates and seeing her, I wanted her from then. Since then I’ve learned things about her, things no one else knows and it’s only cemented my belief in wanting her. Once I make love to her, there’s no going back, not that there would have been anyway. I love Michelle, and this love is unlike anything I’ve ever had before. Yes, I’ve been with girls before I was in prison but none of them called to me the way Michelle has. She had me hook, line, and sinker from that very first day.
Lifting her, once again she puts her legs around my waist. Her ass is directly on my cock, and I’d love nothing more than to thrust up into her, but I’m not dry-humping her. I walk with her attached to me and bring us to the bed. As I lay her down, she gazes up at me and her expression almost brings me to my knees. She’s gazing at me with so much trust. That to me means more than anything. This woman has been to hell and back and yet she’s trusting me with her body. That’s something I’ll never take advantage of.
I pull away and watch as she lays on the bed, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. I pull down my boxers, and climb onto the bottom of the bed, right where her foot is. She’s aroused, and it makes me want to fuck her right now, but she’s scared and nervous. Picking up her right foot, I place a kiss on the instep and then begin to trail kisses up her calf toward her thigh. As I get closer to her center, she inhales sharply. Yes, she’s enjoying this. I start again but this time with her left foot, trailing kisses up her leg and toward her most intimate area. My thumbs snake under her thong, and I pull the material. The material begins to stretch so I give one more pull, it rips and in doing so exposes her pussy to me.
Leaning over, I press a kiss to it, and she squirms. My mouth moves down, and I begin to lick her, her hands automatically go to my head, and her knees come up, givi
ng me better access. My fingers take over from my mouth, and I begin to finger fuck her. I attach my mouth to her clit and suck. Her moans spur me on, her feet now on my shoulders as her hands grip hold of my hair. I draw back and she cries out in disbelief. Sitting up, my cock rock fucking hard, I reach for her sports bra. She rises and helps me take it off, and as soon as it’s gone, I’m placing kisses from her stomach to her pussy.
She instantly places her feet on my shoulders again as my fingers start to play with her. Within seconds she’s moaning again, licking her clit, sends her bucking, she’s close. Removing my fingers, I reach for her breasts, my mouth still on her clit she’s climbing, her whole body tight. My hands start to knead her breasts, and she moans. I smirk. She’s loving this, and it’s only going to get better. Taking her nipples into my fingers, I begin to pull them knowing that just a few tugs along with sucking on her clit is going to send her spiralling. I’m right, as soon as I pull them again, she detonates, and I sit back and watch the show. She’s fucking magnificent, so fucking beautiful.
It takes her a few moments to come down from her orgasm, a smile on her face when she does, I reach across the bed for my wallet, opening it up, I pull out the condom. “You sure about this, baby?” I ask, wanting to make sure she wants this.
“Yes, God, Trent, I need you, so bad.” She's panting hard, she looks blissfully happy, and that is all I ever want. Her to look like this every fucking day.
Her eyes are on me as I put the condom on. “Ready, baby?” I ask as I move toward her again, her smile still so fucking bright, she nods silently telling me that it’s okay but at the same time she’s scared as hell. “We’ll take it slow, all right?”
“Okay.” She says softly as hesitancy crosses her face before she shows me that megawatt smile of hers again.
Positioning myself over her, her eyes widen. She swallows hard but makes no other movement. I enter her slowly and she takes a deep, sharp breath causing me to stay where I am, a fucking nightmare of a position, half in, half out as I let her get accustomed to me. I wait a few moments before I fully enter her, and when I do, it’s as though my world aligns, like this is where I’m supposed to be. I’m fucked. I know what it’s like to be inside of her now, and I’m hooked, like a drug addict. I’m going to need a constant fix.
I pull out slowly and thrust back into her, she moans loudly, she’s loving this right now, I pull out slowly again before thrusting back in. I have the urge to set a faster rhythm, but right now, I can’t. This isn’t about me and my needs, it’s about Michelle and having her comfortable and enjoying what I’m doing, what we’re doing. Her arms and legs are wrapped around me as I thrust into her, she’s moaning with pleasure but at the same time, she’s wound up tight. With each thrust, she eases a bit, just a bit.
“Love you, baby,” I whisper as I keep up the slow and agonizing pace.
Her eyes light up. “Love you too. God, Trent, it’s so good.”
That’s my cue, and I start to move a little faster. Her nails digging into my back along with her head thrown back tell me that she’s loving it. The sensations also send me into a frenzy, I lose the little patience I have, and I begin to thrust quicker. If I continue this way, I’m going to come before she does, and to make matters worse, she starts to move along with me. “Baby, God.” I wish she’d stop moving, but at the same time, I’m loving the friction it’s causing between us.
She lets out a loud moan, and I revel in it. My girl’s loving this. Her arms and legs tighten around me, and I know she’s close. Then again, so am I. Fuck, I need her to come. Moving slightly, I put my hands under her thighs and lift them, allowing me to go deeper into her. I thrust hard and fast.
Her hands fall to the bed and she grips the sheets. “Oh Trent, Oh God,” she cries, her whole body tightening, I thrust twice more before she comes on a cry. “Trennnnt!”
While she’s exploding around my dick, the walls of her pussy clamping around me, I thrust into her and come myself, grunting the word “baby,” as I do.
After pulling out of her, I climb off the bed and head toward the bathroom, but I turn in time to see her as she collapses onto her back. In the bathroom, I quickly discard the condom. When I return to the bedroom, I study Michelle lying on the bed. She looks tired and sated. I climb in beside her, lifting the covers over us as I do so.
She moves so that our bodies are touching. “I never thought it could be like that. I never knew it would feel good,” she tells me quietly, like she’s ashamed.
“It does when you do it with the right person baby.” I’m fucking lucky that I’m the one she got to experience this with.
“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes heavy and drifting closed.
“Baby, don’t thank me. It was phenomenal.” I can’t wait to do it again, next time with her on top, letting her set the pace, I’d say once she fully lets go, she’s going to be a hellcat between the sheets.
“Hmmm…” is all she can say. She’s tired, the lack of sleep finally catching up to her. “Oh, Trent…” she says, and I can tell by the hesitancy in her voice that whatever she’s about to say, I’m not going to like. “Mom’s staying here when she gets out of hospital,” she finishes as though it’s the most normal thing in the world, like telling me she’s going to the damn store.
“What? Why on earth would you agree to that?” No longer relaxed. I’m raging. This is the woman who told Michelle she was jealous of her because the man she was fucking enjoyed molesting her child.
“Trent, don’t be angry. What else could I do? I like having Sebastian here and the only way he’d stay is if I let her stay too. He’s not going to leave her by herself, not after she’s just been released from hospital.” She moves closer to me, her fingers rubbing circles on my stomach.
I sigh, fucking Sebastian, of course he’d asked her. “I’m not angry with you. Fuck baby, never with you. That bitch doesn’t deserve your kindness, and you shouldn’t have been put in that position where you had to agree to take the bitch in.”
“I know, trust me, I know how much of a bitch my mom is. I’m keeping out of her way whenever it is that she gets here but I did it for a selfish reason, I want my brother here.” This is her way of telling me not to say a word to Sebastian. She understands me too fucking well. “If she gets too much for me to handle, I’ll tell you okay?”
At this point, there’s not much for me to say or do. “Okay baby, but if I hear her say one thing I don’t like, I won’t keep my mouth shut.” I don’t like the woman, and I’ve only met her once, but once was one time too fucking many. I won’t let her treat Michelle like something stuck on the bottom of her shoe.
“I know you won’t.” There’s a smile in her voice as she leans her head against my arm, it’ll be only a matter of minutes before she’s fast asleep.
I wait until she’s in a deep sleep before I climb out of bed and get dressed. I want a word with Peter before he goes back to Augusta. Monica and the kids went back this morning, and Peter is leaving tomorrow. He’s still in the apartment that Michelle set him and his family up in, he seems to enjoy the peace of not having Ethel constantly asking him questions, he can escape her most of the time. Walking out of Michelle’s apartment, I’m surprised to see Heller walking in the main door of the complex. His face like thunder, it’s like he’s about to kill someone, then again, he doesn’t look much different from the way he usually does.
“Just the man I wanted to see. Peter should be on his way down now too,” Heller’s deep voice says, and the fucker could do with lowering his voice a bit—he could wake Michelle up.
I’m instantly on edge, having Heller and Peter want to talk to me is never a good thing. “My apartment?”
Heller nods. “That would be best.”
Fuck, what is it now? Opening my apartment door, I let Heller walk in ahead of me. Footsteps pound on the stairs; Peter’s on his way down. I keep the door open until he comes into view. “Ah, Mr. Heller’s here already I take it?” He sounds surpri
sed.
I raise an eyebrow. “What gives you that idea?”
He shakes his head as he walks past me into my apartment. “Smartass,” he says with a smile.
Closing the door, I turn to the two men in my apartment. “Someone want to tell me what the hell is going on?” I demand as they shake hands. That shit just pisses me off. They’re here for a reason; they should just tell me what the hell it is.
“Trent,” Heller starts. “My men found Mr. Montoya’s hideout. He had a house about an hour away from here. My guys tore it apart and found some items along with two rooms that looked as though they were set up for someone or maybe someones.”
“Why are you talking in riddles?” I ask through gritted teeth, why can’t he just say whatever the fuck it is he has to say instead of speaking in tongues?
“Trent, it seems as though he had a room set up for Michelle and someone else, like he expected them to live with him,” Heller says as he pulls out his cell phone. “Are these Michelle’s?”
Taking the cell out of his hand, I look at the screen. Scrolling through the pictures, all I see is images of ladies panties, a hairbrush, toothbrush, and a silk nightdress. My vision goes blurry as I stare at the nightdress; that is Michelle’s, and she wondered where it had gone; she thought she’d lost it on the way up from the laundry room.
“How did that fucker get in here after the locks were changed?” I can’t believe this shit, that fucker was still in her damn apartment even after she had kicked him out.
“I don’t know, but this place is getting a complete security sweep,” Peter sighs, he too is pissed off that the fucker got in under our noses.
“You said two rooms? What was in the second one?” Even as I say the words dread fills me, I remember someone who had lost their favorite toys. Bryson had been complaining that his mom had thrown them in the trash because he was naughty.
“A toy Turtle, a Pokémon toy, and some Pokémon pajamas,” Peter tells me, the look on Heller’s face tells me he knows where they came from. “You have an idea of who they belong to don’t you?”
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