My body was ravaged by his delightful mouth, and the wanting I felt was so intense my body involuntarily trembled each time he touched me. Before I could take another breath my bra and panties were gone and so were his boxers.
Lifting up the blankets, he grinned with elation. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever fucking seen.” My cheeks had to beam red, but it all seemed right, just like when he captured me in a kiss that caused my entire world to stop before it spun backwards. Doing this with him felt so right. There was no other way to explain it.
Trevelin reached for his discarded jeans. “Shit,” he cursed. “I don’t have a condom babe, I left my wallet at the house,” he panted, placing his lips back against my mouth.
Moving my head back and forth, all rational thoughts evading my brain, I whispered, “I don’t care, Hollywood, I trust you. Please. My God, I trust you.”
An animalistic growl rumbled deep inside his chest. The erotic thunder only excited me more.
I completely fell apart as he skimmed his fingers through my slick folds. “Fuck, you’re soaked,” he roared in pleasure while studying my face. This was new. I’d never been touched there by anything but my own hands. If I’d known if felt this darn good I probably would have done it a long freaking time ago. “Does this feel good?” he asked huskily, a finger lightly played with my nub of euphoric nerves.
I couldn’t speak, my vocals wouldn’t allow it. I could only moan in response. My eyes were closed, but by the rumbles that kept escaping him, I would say he liked my answer, and in an instant his finger was inside me. I latched onto the blanket underneath us to keep me grounded. If not I would be floating around the illuminated moon about now.
Oh my goodness.
He managed a slow steady pace, letting my body get use to his rhythmic finger before adding another. I was soaring to heaven, riding a sinful rush that was quickly overtaking my every sense.
Good grief, this feels so amazing. And to make it feel even better, he took one of my nipples into his mouth. It perked up rock hard as he sucked and nibbled, creating a wave of tingles to surge to my core, a carnival ride of carnal delight spiking through my veins.
I was writhing to his masterful touch, surrounded by night. Not only by the darkness that was cast around us, but by the Knight that was looming above me, the one who had managed to completely consume every drop of blood pumping through my beating heart; a heart that was beating libidinously just for him.
As I opened my eyes, his beautiful face was glowing from the light of the full moon, and I was strangled by the intense fact that there was no one who I’d ever been with that I would consider more worthy and deserving of being my first. This one night, this one passionate moment, would haunt me forever. A sweet terror that would be welcomed and cherished. I’d forever hold this memory close to my heart.
I loved him.
I couldn’t deny that. I wished there was a way I could amass all my courage to tell him, but it seemed pointless. He would never love me back.
I whimpered when his fingers disappeared, but soon the pouting was replaced by anticipation as the head of his erection skimmed the wetness of my entrance.
I am about to do this. I’m really about to do this! Oh my god!
“Are you sure this is what you want, babe?” He sounded worried and desperate all at the same time. “We don’t have—”
“Fuck me, Trevelin!”
I did not just say that… Wow, hell must be freezing over right now. I should be scared out of my mind, yet I’m far from it. I was with Trevelin, about to give him a huge part of me, and I felt anything and everything but scared.
“Just so you know, Country, I respect you more than anybody I have ever met in my entire life, and there’s been a lot. So if you want to wait I’ll understand. And if you don’t...then don’t you dare think I don’t want you too, because I do. I have for so long.” He gently brushed the side of my face. “I want to be that guy you want to give yourself to. I want to be that guy you want because he wants you. I’ve never wanted something so bad in my whole life.”
The sincerity in his voice clustered tears in my eyes. If there was anything that could have made this more perfect or relieved any anxiety I might have had, he just did it. Without a shadow of a doubt, he was the right person to take this part of me. I was just afraid that after this special encounter I would never be able to get over him.
“There is no one else I would ever want to give myself to.” It was complete honesty.
“Jesus, you don’t even know what you do to me.” His breath was hot and heavy against my skin. “I’ll go slowly, okay?”
I nodded, biting nervously on my lip.
The pressure at my entrance became more profound as he began to slowly insert himself. My breath caught and our eyes locked together. His perfectly handsome face was covered in passion and concern while I became lost—in him, in us, in our special moment—there was nothing in the world that could compare.
He paused, resting his forehead against mine. Our chests were moving at a rapid pace together, and the feeling of him being halfway inside me felt beyond strange.
Cupping my cheek, he pressed his lips to mine. “It’s going to hurt at first, babe. I’m so sorry, but if at any time it’s too much or too uncomfortable, tell me.”
Closing my eyes, I nodded my head.
“Promise?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I breathed back.
With a glint in his eyes he captured my lips again as he quickly but gently pushed himself deeper. I stiffened at the sharp burst of pain that spiked its way between my legs and the full, stretching discomfort increased. My legs decided to slightly clench on their own due to the sharp slice of pain, making Trevelin instantly still.
His breathing hitched as he nuzzled his face against my neck. “I’m so sorry, Country. Are you okay?”
I nodded my head vigorously, mumbling a, “Yeah,” as he waited, not moving a muscle.
His face was planted in the side of my neck as he breathed me in, rubbing his hand through my hair. Moments passed before he looked up at me, scanning my face worriedly. “Are you still hurting?”
I smiled at him and his unrelenting concern, shaking my head. “Never better, Hollywood.”
Latching onto each side of his face, I reconnected our lips, slowly moving my own hips after my body became acquainted with his largeness, ensuring him I was fine. The pain had subsided and the only other feeling that was left was being completely full and the immense pleasure that was growing within me.
With an unsure look, he commenced in very leisurely moving his own hips. The tenderness he was using wasn’t unnoticed, and it gripped at me in every way that he could be so delicate. The raging playboy that everyone assumed was a perpetual, savage party animal was gently worshipping me with his body. With everything I had witnessed while being around him and what he was showing me now screamed anything but what the media proclaimed him to be.
Still, I knew he was a famous rock star with a past and an endless amount of women wanted him, even though, from what I’d witnessed, he didn’t party wildly after every show like I was led to believe, nor did he allow a slew of floozies to bathe him in slobber, unlike Reed. Then there was the fact that I could see the pain and want in his eyes. There was always the conceivability that I could be seeing things—after all, I wasn’t around all the time to see what he did. I’d seen the women backstage waiting to get their hands on their favorite Knight Raider after a show.
Though for this spectacular, mind-blowing, life-changing moment with a man that had wedged his way into my heart, I pushed all the unneeded nonsense out of my head to focus on the now. The now that had Trevelin Knight, a man I had once loathed, buried deep inside of me.
My mind and body spun as Trevelin rocked into me. We acquired a rhythm, and our breathing became erratic as our naked chests beat crazily against one another. Before I could grasp it, the unrelenting, throbbing ache that I’d become very accustomed with began to
build, becoming stronger. My insides clenched, and with one more gentle stroke, I let out a pleasured cry as I spiraled out of control, letting my orgasm overtake me.
“That’s it, baby. Let me hear your sweet fucking moans,” Trevelin groaned, working me over tirelessly as my first body to body orgasm caused me to dig my nails into his back muscles. If not for the amazing feeling surging through my body right at that moment, I’d be turning every shade of red from the embarrassing noises that kept escaping me. “You are so fucking beautiful, Izzy,” he grumbled against my lips while picking up his movements. “I love the way my dick feels being squeezed by your tight pussy.”
Forget embarrassing, his dirty mouth was the biggest turn on ever. I could feel the gush rolling through my core that his sexy words clearly caused. Never would I have thought that hearing something so naughty would turn me on; it forced my nails to dig into his flesh even deeper.
His next kiss was harder, more possessive and roughly greedy, and it pulled me from contemplating injury to his back.
I loved it.
Slowing his pace, he lifted his head, securing his gaze on my face. “Does it hurt?” he asked, breathless. “Because I’m about to come, and I need to know you’re okay.”
“I’m great, Hollywood. Don’t hold back. I want the full experience.”
And he didn’t. He moved, fast and hard, giving me the experience I’d asked for. “FUCKING FUCK!” he shouted. “So tight, Country. God, you’re so fucking tight. You feel so good,” he moaned loudly with small vicious grumbles.
I wanted to say, “You don’t feel so bad yourself,” but all I could do was moan along with him and cry in straight euphoric pleasure. It wasn’t long before his moans turned into evil, demonic sounding growls as he came furiously. “Holy fucking hell, Izzy!”
He collapsed on top of my chest and we stayed locked together, embraced in each other’s arms for what felt like hours, just kissing and snuggling before deciding to get dressed and head back to the house.
As we entered through the back door, I took his hand and led him upstairs to my room and into my bathroom. Without saying a word, we showered together, soaking in our intimate actions as we bathed one another.
When looking at his perfectly gorgeous face you’d never imagine him to be a hardcore musician. More like a breathtaking man who was blessed with way to much manly beauty. But when you saw him shirtless or in all his glory, you were struck and overtaken by the sculpted physique with tattoos and metal objects that only added to his perfection.
I smiled the whole time I washed him. Getting to touch all the perfection and loving the snake tattoo even more now that I could admire it without shame. Its tail traveled down his side, over his hipbone, atop his groin, and ended on his opposite thigh. It was perfect...just like him.
After the shower we both got in my bed, naked. He wrapped me in my favorite tattooed covered arms as we laid silently, listening to the sounds of each other’s breathing and the unspoken thoughts that filtered through the air.
Trevelin’s arms tightened around me, his face planted in the nape of my neck as he whispered, “This is the best fucking Christmas ever, Country. Dream about me.”
Chapter Sixteen
Trevelin
Holiday’s had never been my thing, and Christmas was the suckiest one of them all, although spending the holidays with Country and her family was something I could certainly get used to. I felt like I was actually a part of the family. And having Country and Addie’s mom, Martha, constantly tell me I was part of the family only made me feel more at home. I was starting to feel like I finally belonged somewhere, that I finally had a family. Country had a heart big enough that she was willing to share hers with me.
Christmas mornings had forever been changed in my eyes. I was awoken by a sweet little someone climbing on top of me, whispering, “Merry Christmas, Hollywood,” in my ear.
She’d told me she had a special present she wanted to give me before we went to her parent’s house to open gifts. After her reassuring me she wasn’t too sore, I very happily utilized what she gave. We spent the first several hours of Christmas morning indulging in one another. That was until Addie banged on the door, telling us to get our asses up. I could hear the amusement in her voice as she shouted at us.
To say Christmas Eve night was the best night of my life would be a straight, flat-out lie. It was the second best night of my life. The first being when Country had unknowingly said she loved me in her sleep. So what if she had been unconscious.
She still said it.
I liked to hope that it was something she really felt and her sleeping mind allowed her to freely express her true feelings. After the night by the pond, her giving herself to me only confirmed it to me. She didn’t have to say it to my face for me to know. She’d told me she wanted to give herself to someone she loved, and she gave herself to me. It was a gift that I would cherish for the rest of my life, just like the love I knew she felt for me was a cherished endearment I planned to hold and turn into something more.
Her family passed out gifts Christmas morning, and I was thankful that I had actually got them all something. I’d only ever gotten the guys and Kelly something for Christmas, so this was a new experience for me. I had gotten Nana Lulu an all access pass to a local male strip club for her and a few of her old-lady friends. My initial thought was that maybe it was too much. I mean, who got an eighty-something year old woman an all access pass to a strip club? Me, that’s who, someone who went with his gut and not the possible ‘what if’ reactions from others. And my gut was off the chain and couldn’t hit the mark more clearly on if I’d wanted to. The crazy old woman was ecstatic, like going to stroke-out on the spot happy.
Addie loved her expensive boots and matching handbag I’d gotten her—with the help of Ross—and Martha started crying when she’d opened her present of a white-gold necklace with colored diamonds of Izzy and Addie’s birthstones. Darren was the easy one to buy for. Okay, Nana Lulu was the easiest, but anything Colt’s and Darren was good. Of course that meant he had a fit over the Colt’s football that was signed by the entire team.
Last had been my little Country. I didn’t have enough time to have her present completely custom made, but I was able to pull a few strings and had an existing piece redone to better suit her.
Her face was priceless when she’d opened the huge box and pulled out the Gibson acoustic that had been completely redone for her. The neck was silver while the hull was turquoise with COUNTRY BLISS carved across the front and stained in a light pink with silver inlay deep in the lettering. It fit her perfectly.
She had gently set it aside before surging her tiny body at me, kissing me in front of her whole family. I liked that reaction more than anything. It was a gift all on its own.
When I’d gotten around to opening the present from her she was all fidgety and nervous. I had never seen her that anxious before, it was cute as hell. I could tell she was excited but extremely worried that I wouldn’t like it. The box was enormous, and as I’d pulled the huge lid off the top, I was confronted with tons and tons of tissue paper. I gave Country a skeptical look, and Martha was in a fit of giggles.
I’d sworn if Country didn’t stop chewing on her bottom lip she was actually going to eat the damn thing off.
As I started pulling out massive amounts of soft paper, something in the box moved, and in an instant a little brown and white chubby, wrinkly face popped through the remaining rubbish.
My head spontaneously snapped to a beaming, beautiful, blue-eyed beauty that I felt myself falling madly for. “Do you like him?” she’d asked cautiously, with waves of excitement in her eyes.
I pulled the little chunky ball of wrinkles from the box, his stubby tail working ninety-to-nothing. He was the cutest brown and white English Bulldog pup ever. He was perfect, just like her.
“I love him,” I had told her, pulling her into me and kissing her lips to show just how much I actually loved and appreciated my present.<
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Our conversation we’d had not long ago made me smile intently. She had listened to everything I’d said and wanted to make me happy. If she only knew that just being around her was enough to make me the happiest fucker on the planet.
Somehow we had started talking about all the animals on the farm and how obsessed her mom was with all of them. I’d sat and listened, completely enthralled by her story and the way she always held a strand of her dark hair in her hand while twirling the end around her finger, the way she always tucked her tiny legs under her ass, and the way she periodically chewed on her lip as she spoke. Her story telling skills was just another adorable thing to add to her list of adorableness.
Sounding like a complete sissy was becoming easy for me.
If I had studied shit this hard in high school, I’d be a goddamn genius. So that only meant I was a wiz when it came to Country. The scary thing was, more than likely, I knew her better than she knew herself. Hell, I probably knew her better than I knew my own self. God only knew she was all I fuckin’ thought about.
So her asking me if I’d ever had any animals other than my nasty snake—her description, not mine—and me telling her no but that I’d always wanted an English Bulldog, led to the outcome of me now being the proud new owner of my ball of wrinkles, Zeppelin. I loved the little guy, and I loved him more knowing he was a gift from my country angel.
Right now he was seated next to me on the bench seat in the Knight Slayer while Reed and Jace battled each other on the X-box.
My Christmas present from Country was the only thing keeping me sane at the time. We had been able to spend the first two weeks after Christmas together, and that was over four fucking weeks ago. She and Addie had to leave for L.A. to record their first album while the Knight Raiders finished up the last leg of our tour.
We texted endlessly and I made sure to call her every day. On days she called me, I got to hear her sweet voice bless my ears twice in one day. I even made a special trip to our condo where they were staying to see her for one day, and it was well worth the eight hours I got to spend with her before leaving. The hardest part of not having her with me was the unknowing.
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