On Fire (Seduction Series Book 3)

by Emily Vincent

  “Right here is where the bed would go,” he said.

  “That’s a nice place for it,” I replied with a smirk. I moved closer to him and his gaze met mine. “It’s a shame there’s no bed here,” I said.

  He shrugged. “Who needs a bed?”

  He then wrapped his arms around me, and we kissed in the center of the master bedroom. He was right. We didn’t need a bed and we would prove that.

  Trevor wrapped his arms around me as his lips went to mine. While we kissed, we slowly began to undress one another, not allowing any time to set in, because we were ready to consummate his home. Clothes landed, pooled at the bottom of our feet. We kicked out of them and that left us both naked and wanting to have it all. Trevor grabbed onto my firm breasts as we kissed, his tongue slowly moving in and out of my lips.

  “You’re so beautiful. How have I gotten so lucky,” he moaned between kisses, as he tweaked my nipples in his vibrant way. I felt like I was the lucky one, but nothing was going to sway him otherwise. He moved his lips to my ear, where he nibbled with tenderness, a rising heat began to touch my inner core. I could feel the warmth as it hit my body, seeping into my pussy.

  He pulled back and I could feel his eyes as they looked upon me, hungrily latching onto each part of my skin. He grabbed onto my hands and pulled me down after him and we both fell onto the floor, laughing in a fit of giggles. I wrapped my arm around him and my lips went back to his, where my tongue lovingly embraced his. He rolled me onto my back, then left my mouth and wandered his lips down my body, caressing each square inch.

  When he reached my pussy, I spread my legs and gripped hold of the bedroom carpet and waited for his entrance. I was sure it would be something that would set me back on fire and I wasn’t wrong. He swooped in, taking a soft whiff, before moving in between my thighs. He plunged into my pussy and slowly started to fuck me with his tongue.

  “Hmmm…” I cried. He held onto my legs as he thrust his tongue in and out of me, desperately reaching back as far as he could go. “Trevor…oh my God…yes baby…” I squealed. I grabbed onto his hair and let his mouth do the tricks. He flicked in and out of me, expertly winding around a path that had me craving him even deeper. My moistness continued to grow as with each stroke he left me wet.

  I bit back a groan and he plowed in deeper, bringing me up off the floor. I bit down on my lower lip when I started to shake beneath him. The orgasm held me and my juices started to squirt in his waiting mouth, keeping me happy and pleasured beyond every mental control. He growled his satisfaction, lapping up my juices, thirstily licking me up until I slowly pulled out of me. I felt empty and longing for the extra attention.

  He pressed his hand into my lower back and pushed himself up, where we kissed and I enthusiastically tasted my own juices off his lips. “You’re so sexy, my love,” he whispered between kisses. I spread out my legs and he straddled me. The head of his cock touched at my opening as we kissed on the carpet of the bedroom, a place I was sure we would be in regularly. While we kissed, I grasped at his neck and plowed my tongue deeper into his mouth and then he brushed his erection alongside my pussy.

  I parted from the kiss and held him back. He lovingly looked into my eyes and the warmth that I had always seen was there. I shook my head, mainly in disbelief that after all this time I wanted him more than I’ve ever wanted anything before. I smiled, pulling him back into my embrace, his lips passionately touching mine and his erection slid into my folds. My vaginal opening closed in, keeping him tightly inside of me as we rocked back and forth. Through several moans that echoed in the room and a thousand stars smiling down at us, we released all pent up sexual tension.

  His mouth deliciously tasted my lips as the pounding of flesh inside flesh opened us up to this love that we felt for one another. We would never be able to part if we wanted to because this felt right and with jerky movements, he caved on top of me and plunged one last time and we came together. We both released a moan and held onto one another, tossing and turning on the floor, holding onto the last amount of sexual tension we had and then slowly allowing our hearts to stop pounding and our minds to stop racing. We laid on the floor, cuddled up against each other, lazily kissing one another, letting the moment capture us until I snuggled up against him and he wrapped his arms tenderly around me.

  “Don’t ever let go,” I whispered.

  “I never will,” he softly said as he held me tight against him and we just enjoyed the peacefulness of being in one another’s arms. I believed him. We were never going to let go.

  I didn’t jump right in with the thought of moving in with him because I still wanted to be a little cautious. But I did help him gather up his things to move into the house so that he would have an extra pair of hands. He didn’t have a whole lot because most of his stuff was still in New York, but we took a couple days to get his apartment cleared out.

  After we had everything situated in his new temporary home, I looked at him. “Well, if I do say so myself, this is a pretty nice place you have going here.”

  He smiled. “You know what would make it nicer?” he asked.

  I frowned, pretending to be in thought. I knew what he was referring to, but I wasn’t about to go there with him. “A big shag rug in the middle of the foyer?” I asked.

  He smirked. “No!”

  “Um…a fireplace in every room?” I asked.

  “Well…that’d be nice, but no.”

  “Then I don’t have the foggiest idea,” I said, sounding perplexed.

  “Sure you don’t,” he said, chuckling, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to him. “I’m referring to you. You’re what’s missing from the house.”

  I snickered. “Well…” I looked around the living room that we were standing here. “Crazy thing, but I’m here, so how exactly am I missing from this house?” I winked at him and stepped closer, closing in the distance between him and I.

  “You know what I mean,” he said. He had a stern look on his face, but he was still chuckling at my responses.

  “I do and I wish I could give you more of a concrete answer. I really do. You have to know that I would give anything to just take the leap and move in here because I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but this is the size of my whole apartment building.”

  He laughed. “Not quite!”

  I continued. “I just really need some more time. Just a few more days at least.”

  “I know. I don’t want to push you into something. I really don’t. I guess I’ll just have to relish the times you are here.” He grinned and pressed his lips to mine.

  I smiled through the kiss. It was true that there seemed to be more time that I spent at his place than mine anyway, but I knew the difference. I grabbed onto my t-shirt and slowly pulled it up and over my head. Immediately he left my lips to move his mouth down to my cleavage. I groaned as he flicked his tongue out and caressed my curves and then wrapped his hand around my back to pull off my bra. As it fell to the floor, he trailed kisses around my areolas and I grabbed onto the button of my jeans. I was about to undo it when the doorbell rang.

  We stopped in midstroke. He looked at me and I anxiously grabbed my bra and t-shirt. I quickly put them on and stared at him. “Who could that be?” I hissed.

  He shrugged. After I was presentable, he went to the front door. He looked back at me, then turned back to the door. He opened it up and all I heard was his words. “Mom? Dad? What are you guys doing here?” My jaw dropped, and I wanted to look for a place to hide.

  Chapter 7

  The minute I heard him say that his parents were there, I felt like I was that girl back in New York, trying to seek his parents’ approval, but knowing that whatever I did, I would never have it. He cast a glance in my direction and because it was a cowardly thing to look for a place to hide, I stayed there, knowing full well that I was about to see the two people that didn’t approve of me.

  “Well, son…we came here to see what kind of place you were moving into.” I recognized his
dad’s voice right away.

  Trevor backed up and his dad and mom pushed their way in. “I’ll admit that this is a mighty fine place you have here son,” his mom said, speaking of just the outside because she had only stepped into the foyer before giving her critique. “How long are you…” Her voice fell off when she spotted me standing there. Her eyes went wide, and she glanced at her husband and then turned a disapproving eye on Trevor. “Um…are we interrupting something?” she asked.

  “Not at all,” Trevor said. He hurried over to where I stood. “Mom…Dad…you remember Krystal, right?”

  His mom shot a look towards her husband and then turned to us. “Yes. How could we forget?” she said. I could hear the hostility in those words. “We didn’t know you two were back together.”

  “Mom…” Trevor ordered.

  She looked at him. “What? Just stating the obvious.”

  I felt nervous and wanted to crawl into a hole, but I was instead forced to stand there and take all of their criticism. Or, maybe I wasn’t. “Um…I’ll go ahead and go,” I said. “I can see you later!” I turned to him. I wanted to kiss him goodbye, but I knew that would be nothing less of awkward.

  “You’re not going!” Trevor said. He reached out and grabbed my hand to stop me. I stared at him and then from the corner of my eye saw that his parents looked annoyed by his sudden statement.

  “It’s really alright,” I hissed.

  “No…it’s not,” he hissed right back. He pulled me to his side and turned to his parents. “Krystal and I are back together and we’re happy, so you’re going to accept it.”

  His mom opened her mouth and no words came out. That put me in a horrible position because I didn’t want them to hate me even more than they already did. “Son…we just worry about you,” his dad stated.

  Trevor heaved a sigh. “You don’t have to worry about me. You both taught me to be an adult and to handle my business and I think I do a very good job of that.”

  “Yet there are times when you show that you’re a little too defiant,” his mother quickly stated.

  “Did you come all this way to yell at me?” Trevor asked.

  “No!” His dad quickly stated. “We came this way to see how you were doing and ask if you’re planning on moving here permanently, or coming back to New York. Now that we’re here, I think we both realize this could be a permanent move.”

  “I’m really not all that certain,” Trevor quickly stated.

  After a few more minutes of them going back and forth and me feeling like I was able to see the hole a little closer that I could crawl into, his mother cleared her throat. “May we have a few minutes of your time…alone?” she asked.

  I quickly nodded. “Of course you can. I’m just going to go.”

  Again, Trevor didn’t let me out that easily. “Anything you want to say to me can be said while Krystal is here,” he said.

  I sighed. I didn’t know why he had to make things so hard. I was fine with going home and talking to him in the morning, but he was certain that I just needed to stick around and everything would be better. I knew better than that. “Fine!” his mother said. “Can we at least sit down and talk things through?” she asked.

  Trevor agreed with that and we all went over to the couch and loveseats in the living room. I sat down and Trevor sat down right next to me, not leaving much room for me to breathe. As we sat there, I quickly noticed that it was going to be a session where they talked like I wasn’t even there. I just sat back and was a quiet victim, but shook my head as the words sunk in.

  “You are worth billions and we don’t want you to get in a relationship, again, where we have to worry that somebody is going to try to gain access to your money. You deserve better than that.”

  I stared at them, disappointed mostly because I never once tried to gain access to his money. Trevor was quick to tell them that. “Never once has Krystal come after my money and I don’t see it happening now. Plus, if she needs something, she knows she can count on me. I want to be there for her in whatever she needs. Why can’t you just support that?”

  “Because we know that women are out there wanting to be gold diggers and only caring about the money,” his mother quickly stated.

  “Krystal is not a gold digger. Why can’t you understand that?” he asked.

  Another five to ten minutes flew by where they tried to convince Trevor that I was only into his money. Of course, it was mostly his mother that wanted to point that out. His father was usually the quieter and reserved one. I wanted to defend myself, but I thought I might just end up getting angry and storming out of there and it might not help my cause, so I remained mute.

  “She might seem that she cares about you, whether you have the money or not, but there’s no guarantee that will always be the case.”

  I could feel the blood boiling inside of me and another fifteen minutes of going by and me not defending myself, had me fuming inside and I couldn’t take it. I jumped up from the loveseat. “With all due respect, I know that you both care about your son. I get that, but I am not going to sit back and let you ridicule me for what you think I might want out of this relationship. I love your son and that isn’t because he has money. I can’t stick around and just watch you tear me apart. You haven’t taken the time to get to know me. That is the fact, and I don’t see where that’s ever going to change.”

  “Well…I never…” his mother huffed.

  Ignoring her, I turned to Trevor. “I have to get out of here.”

  Despite him arguing and trying to convince me to stay, I turned away and hurried out of the of the living room. I grabbed my purse on the way out the door and fumbled for my keys as I hurried to my car. I needed to get as far away from them as possible. I didn’t know how one minute I could be so happy and the next so unsure, but that’s exactly what Trevor’s parents brought about, the uncertainty and if I was going to have to deal with that again, I just didn’t know if I was ready for the fight.

  When I got back to my apartment, I started pacing back and forth. The fact that I left so abruptly could show them that I didn’t think Trevor was worth the fight. I was angry at myself for leaving, but I also felt sure that I did the only thing I could.

  I felt the tears in my eyes and then slowly going down my cheeks as I thought about him. I wanted to shout it to the rooftops that I loved Trevor. I didn’t want anything to tear us apart and yet I was on the verge of losing him again. In fact, I was pretty confident that it wasn’t going to go well with me.

  Trevor could at that very moment be agreeing with his parents and there was nothing I could say that would change his mind because I took off like someone that was ashamed of who she was.

  After an hour of pacing and silently cursing myself, I made the decision to go back there and face them, tell them that I wasn’t going anywhere, and fight for the man that I loved. I grabbed my purse and rushed to the door, but when I opened the door, I found Trevor standing there. His fist was raised up like he was about to knock. I stared at him, my mouth hanging slightly.

  “You’re here?” I said. Those two words were me stating that I figured I had lost him already. He was probably there to tell me that we needed to end things.

  “Hey Krys,” he said. “May I come in?”

  I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded as I stepped back and allowed him to come in. He stepped over the threshold and before he could say anything, I began. “You don’t even need to say anything,” I said. “I know why you’re here.”

  “You know why I’m here?” he asked.

  I nodded. “You’ve come to tell me that it’s too hard and we should end things now. I agree.”

  His raised eyebrows spoke volumes before his words did. “You think we should end things now?”

  “I think that I should let things end naturally and because you are here to do that, then I don’t want to make things difficult for you. I’m letting you go.”

  He tilted his head and looked at me, surveying my feat
ures as I rambled on. He then shook his head and to my surprise pulled me into a hug. “I’m not saying goodbye and unless that’s what you want, I have no intention of letting you go.”

  “But your parents,” I said, pulling back from the hug.

  He nodded. “My parents…they’re pretty infuriating. And I sent them back to their hotel and told them that we would have this talk later. I came here to see how you’re doing because right now and forever, you’re the one that matters.”

  I looked at him. I wanted to believe whatever he was saying to me, but his parents were blood, and I hated the fact that he was discounting their feelings. “I don’t want to be the one to come between you and your parents and we know how things have worked before.”

  He shook his head and grabbed onto my hand. “You’re not coming between my parents and me, but we made a pact with one another and we said that we’re not going to let anything get in our way. I meant that. Did you?”

  I nodded, not even needing to think about it for a little minute. I wanted to be with him and the fact that his parents were here might be a setback, but it wasn’t going to dictate the love I felt for him. “I did, Trevor,” I said. I traced my fingers along his jawbone and he moved in closer to me.

  “Then that’s really all I needed to hear,” he said. He brushed a long, lingering kiss on my lips as he grabbed onto my shirt and started to pull it up and over my head. We would find a way to make things work. If we truly loved one another, then we needed to figure it out.

  Chapter 8

  The club was packed and there were lots of tips to be had, but I just wasn’t feeling it. Since the night before after seeing Trevor and having him convince me that I was the only thing that mattered, I still felt uneasy about things. I wanted for somehow, someway, to get his parents to accept me, but I was coming up emptyhanded.

  “Hey, girlie, you seem to be in a funk tonight,” Tina said, coming up behind me that I barely even noticed she was there.