Undone (The Unexpected Series Book 2)

by Marie, Amy

  His pace quickens causing my breath to turn ragged. His lips find my neck and it’s all I can do not to scream. I wouldn’t want to wake Jason up…again.

  “I did.”

  The past couple months have flown by. Between Thanksgiving and Christmas we have spent as much time as we could together. Thanksgiving was held at Walker and Erin’s house this year. I smirked the entire time I watched Erin clean up a spot on the carpet. Christmas Eve was spent at Alex’s parent’s house and yesterday, on Christmas, we visited both of our families. I’ve never been so blissfully in love in my life.

  Lately we have been spending more and more time at my house and less at Trent’s. We’ve managed to make my old room, from when Erin lived here, into a room for Jason. I’m pretty sure Trent is going to ask me to move in soon, and I’m pretty sure I’m going to say yes.

  Relinquishing my torso, Trent allows me to fall onto my back. His body covers mine and he pushes my shirt up to reveal my breasts. His eyes find mine. “You’re absolutely perfect for me, Noelle.”

  He grabs both of my hands and pulls them above my head, entwining our fingers. Last night Trent was aggressive. I can already tell this time will be sweet.

  His already nude body adjusts to fit between my legs and he slowly pushes into me, filling me completely. His tempo is bordering on the edge of teasing.

  “My God, Trent, that feels amazing.” I moan and bite my lip to keep it from getting too loud.

  My chest rises to meet his mouth and he takes a nipple into it, licking and sucking until it peaks, then doing the same on the other.

  His neck is strained with his restraint not to go too fast. He wants to make this last but my body is craving a faster speed. I push my hips up urging him on.

  “Stop teasing me, Noe. I don’t want to fuck this morning,” he warns.

  Lifting my legs up, I wrap them around his back, opening myself up more for him. He can’t help it anymore. His body glistens with sweat making it easier for him to slide over me. My arms pull against his but he refuses to let them go. “Fine. You want it hard then you’re getting it hard.”

  The bed starts to shake as he starts pounding into me. He lowers his head and bites my neck, another turn on he knows about me, and I uncross my legs from behind his back. I plant them down on the bed and start meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Trent!” I yell as an unexpected orgasm rips through my body.

  He frees my hands lowering one side onto his elbow and reaching down with his free hand to rub my clit. I feel the buildup start again and my eyes shut as I see white stars behind them.

  “Come again, Noe. Come with me,” he commands. “Now.”

  He pushes into me a few more times and all the nerve endings of his fingertips come alive. I let go with him and watch the sunshine stream into the room.

  ~~

  “Pancakes, Noe.” Jason requests when I ask what he wants for breakfast. Trent and I both took the day off work since yesterday was a holiday and Trent has made plans for us to see the lights on Michigan Avenue tonight.

  He’s in the other room talking to his mom about watching Jason so I decided to give him breakfast. By the time Trent is done he walks in finding Jason covered in syrup as well as my table.

  I will admit that I’m shaking a little but Jason is the exception to my crazy analness. That boy could spill marinara sauce on my wedding dress, if I ever get married, and I would just pat it down and take my place at the altar. He has stolen my heart.

  “Messy boy,” Trent comments as he kisses him on the cheek.

  “I could say the same for his father,” I retort. Walking closer to him, I whisper, “I can still feel you between my legs.”

  The look on his face shows me how caveman he is. He loves knowing when he claims me so hard I feel it all day. “Don’t start, Noe. I might take you back to the room again after my mom shows up.”

  “You’re all talk, Decker.” I joke walking back to the kitchen to grab some coffee.

  I immediately feel his breath on my ear and his heaving body behind mine. “You just won yourself another round.”

  I take a sip of the coffee and shrug, placing the cup back down. “If I have to.”

  He slaps my ass and tells me to go get dressed.

  ~~

  The lights on Michigan Avenue are stunning. There is nothing like walking past all the shops with a warm hot chocolate in your hand and staring at the beauty that lies within Chicago. The sun has set and the streets buzz with post-holiday bliss.

  Trent has held my hand the entire time and I love how we fit together so nicely. It’s like there was a piece missing from my life that I didn’t know about. He truly makes me happier than I ever thought possible. To have someone love you unconditionally, all your flaws and all your baggage, is the best feeling.

  He hails a cab and before I can ask where we’re going he is pulling me into it. “Sears Tower,” he tells the cabby.

  I look over at him and smirk. “You know it’s ‘Willis Tower’ now, right?”

  He eyes me for a second before saying, “It will always be Sears Tower to me.”

  “Why are we going there?” I ask.

  “Because I love you and I know you’ve never been up there.” Squeezing my hand I see his is shaking a bit. He hates heights.

  I bring his hand up to my lips and kiss it. “That means a lot. I love you too.”

  We arrive a bit later and Trent nervously purchases tickets for us to go up one hundred three floors. When he walks away his smile is wide and he grabs my hand leading me towards the line. My eyebrows scrunch in confusion when we bypass the waiting patrons and go straight to the elevator.

  He notices my confusion. “I didn’t want to have to wait in a line and think about being up that high longer than I have to.”

  I smile at him wondering how I got so lucky. We had a rocky start, but I think now we’re on the right track. I finally understand what Erin felt. How she just knew she wanted to be with Walker for the rest of her life. That’s how I feel with Trent.

  The circulation is cut off on my fingers as the floors go higher and higher. We’re alone in the elevator but I don’t dare make a move. I don’t want to scare him more. I’d ask if he wants to just go back down but I figure we are almost to the top anyways. He can stand by the elevators while I take a look.

  The doors pop open and he jumps slightly. I have to say that his being nervous is sexy. He is always so cool and confident. I love it.

  “Come on, Trent. I’ll hold your hand.” I try to ease the situation.

  He takes my hand and we walk around taking in the beautiful views of the snow covered city. The lake looks majestic from up here. I notice that even though there was a long line downstairs there aren’t many people up here.

  “Do you want to go on there?” Trent’s voice breaks me out from my observation. I look back at him and he is pointing to the glass box called “The Ledge”. It juts out from the building so you can stand on it and look straight down to the street. The daredevil in me has always wanted to try it.

  “I do, but you can stay here. I don’t mind if you don’t go with me,” I say comfortingly.

  Our hands drop and he takes a step back allowing me to walk to one of the four glass boxes. Before stepping onto it I look out to the city again and take in as much as I can. Sometimes I feel like the world is a crazy place and I don’t stop and take a breath. Up here it feels magical. Like I’m flying.

  I place my boot covered foot on the glass and bring my whole body into it not looking down just yet. If I get scared I want to make sure I stood here for a moment. I place my hands on the window and feel the coldness under my touch.

  “Beautiful,” I murmur.

  I feel him next to me and I gasp. “Yes, you are,” he says.

  “Trent. What are you doing out here? Aren’t you freaked the fuck out?” I screech.

  His eyes don’t leave mine. “I’m fucking petrified.”

  He takes a step further onto the
glass.

  “Why are you on here then?” I laugh out. I feel like he’s lost his mind. His hands are shaking and it looks as though his knees are going to give out.

  “To do this.”

  My hands fly to my mouth. My body, my heart, my breath stops as I watch him lower himself down onto one knee. As we hover over the city of Chicago he pulls out a box from his coat and starts to speak.

  “Noelle Grant,” he starts as tears spill from my eyes. “My life has been a complete mess since you’ve come into it but somewhere along the way you’ve managed to help fix it up. You’re stubborn, crazy, borderline OCD and sexy as hell. Every morning I wake up next to you knowing I want to do that for the rest of our lives. I want you to be my wife. I want you to be a mother to Jason and the mother to more children to come. I want to fight with you and make up with you and everything in between. Please be the light in my darkness for the rest of my life. Will you marry me, Sunshine?”

  I don’t have to think about it. I scream yes and tackle him to the ground. His body stiffens, and I realize I’ve probably given him an early heart attack. I quickly get off of him, and he slowly stands up. He opens the box but then gets a concerned look on his face. Turning it around, he shows me that it’s empty.

  I instantly feel terrible thinking he may have lost it somewhere in the middle of Michigan Avenue.

  “Here, Daddy,” a little voice says from next to us as we continue to stand on the glass.

  I gasp as Jason walks over with a ring in his hand and hands it to Trent. He thanks Jason as he slips the ring on my finger and applause erupts. I look around finding everyone in our families. My parents, his mom, Walker, Erin, Savannah, Nicole and her family.

  I cry and the 1.5 ct Princess-cut floating halo diamond on top of a 14 karat white gold ring makes my fingers look tiny. It’s stunning.

  After wiping the tears from my face Trent pulls me by my hips into his body. “So, future wife of mine, should we get off this death trap and celebrate with our families?”

  I crash my lips to his, our tongues fighting for control, and when we come up for air I allow him to lead me off the ledge.

  My father shakes Trent’s hand and my mom hugs me. Erin grabs my hand and tells me she can’t wait to have me as her real sister. Walker hugs us and so does Nicole.

  I’m looking to see who I missed when I spot Mama D staring at me. I run to her and pull her into a tight hug.

  When we pull apart I see tears in her eyes. “I thought Alex ruined my baby boy. I never thought he would get over her leaving them but you pulled him out of the shadows, Noelle. I can’t wait for you to be my daughter in law. Congratulations.”

  The line downstairs could only be held for so long so we all had to finish up and head to a celebration dinner.

  As we’re about to step into the elevator I ask Trent. “Are you ready for the old ball and chain?”

  Without missing a beat he says, “I prefer blindfolds and rope. Which is in your near future.”

  “That’s the last of it,” I say putting the framed picture of Trent, Jason and I from Erin’s wedding on the table next to the door.

  Trent’s arms wrap around my waist and he peppers kisses along my exposed neck. “I can’t believe you unpacked all of your stuff in one day, and today of all days.”

  I turn in his embrace, standing on the tip of my bare footed toes and push my tongue between his lips. “I can’t believe I rented my house to some couple that will probably trash the place. I’m going to be freaking out every day thinking they aren’t treating the house like I did.”

  “Noe.” He laughs. “No one is going to treat your house the way you did. That’s why I had you move in here. I’m not sure I could live up to your standards if we kept your house.”

  Slapping his chest playfully I push off of him. “You always exceed my expectations. That’s why you’re still around.”

  He lifts my left hand up and looks at my ring. After two weeks, his routine never gets old. He kisses each finger and when he gets to the one holding my very expensive ring he pulls my hand to him and kisses the top of it.

  “I love you wearing this. No one can watch me claim you when I fuck you into oblivion but they damn sure know you’re taken when you’re carrying this around.”

  “Caveman.”

  Just as my feet hit the kitchen tile I feel him lift me up and place me on the counter. Unsanitary, but fucking hot. He pushes his way between my legs and groans. “God I wish it was summer again,” he comments gripping the back of my ass and pushing me into him at the edge.

  “Why?” I breathlessly ask. I can’t get enough of him. I’d risk getting cum all over the counter for him. That’s love.

  “Because,” he says spreading my legs wider. “Then I could just slip my hand underneath your dress instead of having to fight the zipper on these damn jeans. I want easier access.”

  He pops my button open, and I wrap my fingers in his hair, while he tips my head back so he can kiss my neck.

  “Well, I’ll be wearing a white dress today.” I wink at him.

  I jump when I hear Jason’s truck gliding across the kitchen floor. “Little J!” I yell fixing myself while shoving Trent aside.

  “Noe, let’s go!” He excitedly commands and I laugh when I find Trent adjusting himself.

  I clap my hands matching Jason’s enthusiasm. “Okay! Go get your bag.”

  He scurries down the hallway to his room. “Love you,” he yells.

  Trent and I both stare at each other completely stunned. Jason doesn’t say “I love you.” This is the first time he’s said it to anyone, and it was to me.

  “Did he just…” Trent starts looking the way Jason went.

  “I think he did. Oh my God.”

  Circling his arms back around me he kisses me like today is our last day on earth…and if it was then I’d die happy.

  “I love you, Noe.” He proclaims against my lips.

  “I love you too, Trent. Three more hours,” I whisper excitedly.

  He breathes me in and quietly says, “That’s too long to wait.”

  “I’ll make it worth your time,” I suggestively say trailing my finger across his collarbone. “I bought some sexy white lingerie especially for the occasion.”

  “You’re killing me, woman!”

  Jason runs back into the kitchen with his mini backpack and we all head outside. With our garment bags in the back and Jason snug in his seat I close the door, hearing the slam of another. Looking across the street I find Valerie pinned against her car by Jace. His hands are all over her and she looks as though she is trying to crawl into his body.

  “Do they ever come up for air?” I jokingly ask Trent when I see him looking too.

  He shrugs looking at me over the hood of the truck. “As long as his lips are on hers and not yours I don’t give a shit.”

  ~~

  Hours later the door flies open and I am in Trent’s arms being carried into our house.

  I kick my feet trying to loosen his hold. “You can put me down now. We’re inside.”

  He allows my request and smiles. “I just want to keep with the tradition of carrying my wife over the threshold.”

  I pull my coat off, my cardigan shortly follows. His eyes dilate as I start to walk backwards to the bedroom. He doesn’t move from the doorway.

  “Where you going, Sunshine?”

  I reach back grabbing the zipper of my wedding dress. It’s a cap sleeve, chiffon knee length dress with a sweetheart neckline.

  He steps forward as I pull the zipper all the way down but I stop him. “Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and this,” I say dropping my dress to the floor. “Is all yours.”

  I turn around and bend my naked ass over, giving him a show and pick it up, sauntering towards the room.

  Today was nothing short of beautiful. Trent and I are far from traditional so we skipped the big hoopla of planning a big wedding and went straight for the intimate kind. We’d only been engaged for two weeks but i
t wouldn’t be us if we didn’t jump in full on. All we cared about was my father walking me down the aisle and Jason to hold both of our hands as we got married.

  He stood there patiently while the judge married us in a courtroom downtown and when we said “I do” and kissed he reached up and wanted me to kiss him too. I’m now the proud wife of Trent Decker and an even prouder parent of a stepson. My mom wasn’t thrilled that Trent and I rode to the courthouse together but I figured that if Trent and I could survive the summer from hell than seeing him on my wedding day wouldn’t make a damn bit of a difference.

  We had dinner at Maggiano’s with our families and Alex’s parents came as well. As they left with Jason for the night they handed me a card. Trent gasped when I handed it to him, telling me that it was in Alex’s handwriting. I cried as I read it.

  Noelle:

  If you are reading this than you have fulfilled my dying wish; for Trent to be happy and for my son to have the most amazing mother anyone could ask for. In the few times I have seen you with Jason I notice how you treat him as your own. You love him, you protect him and I know he will do the same for you. I’m sad I won’t be able to raise him myself but I know he’s in good hands. It’s my wish for him to grow up to be a good man. One that respects women and worships them, just as his father does. Teach him to express his feelings and know the difference between right and wrong. Tell him all about me, the bad if you must, but the good times as well. How I loved him with every beat of my heart. Love both my men unconditionally. Trent can be hot headed but there is not a minute that goes by where he only thinks of himself. Know that you and Trent have my blessing and it is my wish that you adopt Jason. You’re a very lucky woman.

  All my love,

  Alex.

  I handed the note to Trent and he smiled the entire time he read it, pulling out a tissue to wipe away my tears. I knew I wanted to adopt Jason but didn’t want to erase that part of Alex. Knowing she wants me to means the absolute world to me.

  After slipping into some white crotch less panties, thigh high stockings and garter belts with a matching see-through bra I call to Trent. When he enters the room he finds me standing at the end of the bed, one leg propped up on the mattress.