Tray's Sweetheart

by Angela Franklin

  “I want to see all your girly stuff everywhere. You can even hang bras and panty hose over the curtain rod if you want. I want to see you everywhere I look.” He pulled her close and kissed her. “Now, let’s eat before you starve.” He grinned.

  Just how many women had he moved in here that he was comfortable seeing all of her stuff everywhere? Could she really stay and wait for him to kick her out like he obviously had the others? She stood there staring off in space as all of this ran through her head.

  “There has never been another woman living here, or anywhere else with me. I told you last night you were the first woman I spent the whole night with, and I meant it. I want to see your stuff everywhere because I want, no I need to know you are here with me. Even if you aren’t physically here, it’s a reminder that you are coming home to me.” Tray grabbed her stunned face and kissed her. “Now, let’s eat.” He pulled her along behind him.

  After she made her plate and sat at the table to eat, she realized she must have said what she was thinking out loud because he had answered what she thought was an unspoken thought. She kept her head down as she ate, but she could feel his eyes on her. He was a good cook, but she barely ate half her food before she pushed her plate away. She couldn’t eat with him watching her, it made her feel self-conscious about her size, as if he were counting every calorie she put in her mouth.

  “You need to eat, Sunshine.” Tray pushed her plate back to her.

  “I’m done, thanks.” She blushed and kept her head down.

  “Do you not like it? I can make you something else, or go to the diner and grab you something.” He sounded concerned, but she wouldn’t risk looking up at him to confirm her theory.

  “I’m good, thanks.” She whispered.

  “You haven’t eaten enough.” Tray’s words made her head snap up and her eyes narrow.

  “Just because I’m fat doesn’t mean all I do is eat.” She snapped at him. Before she could blink, he was out of his chair and knelling beside her.

  “I told you to never say that. I love the fire in your eyes when you challenge me, but not over this. Soon I will worship each and everyone of these curves and prove to you just how perfect you really are. For now, just never say that again.” His hands were gripping her plush thighs tightly as he stared in her eyes and spoke. “Do you understand me, Sunshine?” Molly nodded. “Not good enough, Sunshine, I need the words.”

  “Yes, I understand.” She spoke softly.

  “Good girl, now eat.” He said as he walked back to his chair.

  “I can’t eat with you watching me.” She snapped when he started staring at her after he sat back down.

  “I’m sorry, you’re just so beautiful. After all these years, I’m afraid if I don’t keep my eye on you, you may disappear.” Tray was serious, crazy, but serious.

  “I promise not to disappear on purpose again. I will always tell you where I’m going, is that better?” Molly smiled amazed that he truly cared so much for her.

  “Okay, I can live with that.” He nodded, then lowered his eyes to his plate.

  Molly sighed in relief and began eating again. She was still nervous, even being near him made her nervous. She was in real danger with him. Her heart sped up anytime he was near. She had never felt any of the things he was making her feel. Feeling his eyes on her, she looked up to meet his gaze. He flashed her a heart stopping smile, then looked away again. It only took a few more minutes for her to finish eating. She stood and took her plate to the sink, then began running water for the dishes.

  “I got this, Sunshine, go relax on the couch.” Tray whispered against her ear as he squeezed her plush hips.

  “No, you cooked the least I can do is wash the dishes.” She said grateful her voice didn’t waver. His touch was doing things to her she wasn’t ready for.

  “I didn’t bring you here to take care of the house.” His lips brushed her ear as he spoke, sending shivers down her spine.

  “I can’t stay here and do nothing. I need to help out in some way.” She whispered trying to control her reaction to him.

  “You help out by simply being here with me. All I need is to know you are here with me. I can take care of everything else.” This time he trailed his lips down her neck as he spoke.

  “Tray… please stop.” She needed a clear mind and this wasn’t helping.

  “Why? Your skin is so soft, and you taste so good.” Tray growled.

  “I can’t think with you so close and doing that.” She sighed as he rubbed the beginnings of stubble on his chin against her sensitive neck.

  “You don’t need to think, just feel. Feel how much I want you.” He pulled her back tight against him, allowing her to feel exactly what she did to him.

  “J-just let me do the dishes. It’s getting late and I start my new job tomorrow.” She stammered wishing she had the will power to push him away.

  “Okay. I will let you do the dishes now, but I get to hold you all night when we go to bed.” He rumbled against her ear, then stepped back giving her room to breathe. “I’ll be waiting in the living room when you’re done in here.”

  Molly nodded without looking at him. Glancing at the sink she realized she didn’t have a dish cloth to wash the dishes with, but before she could turn to ask where they were, he bent beside her and opened a drawer revealing dishcloths, pot holders, and hand towels. Without a work he handed her the dish cloth, closed the drawer, and kissed her temple before leaving her alone. She made a mental note which drawer they were in, then got started on the dishes. She needed a shower once the dishes were done. A hot shower usually relaxed her, and after the last forty-eight hours she really needed to relax.

  “I was about to come looking for you.” Tray joked as she walked into the living room.

  “Is it okay if I take a shower?” Molly asked wringing her hands together.

  “This is your home, you can do whatever you like here.” Tray told her.

  “Thank you.” She whispered as she turned to walk away.

  “Do you need me to wash your back?” The teasing in his voice made her smile.

  “No thanks, Casanova.” She shook her head.

  “The offer always stands, my sweet Sunshine.” There was no teasing tone to his voice this time.

  “Noted.” She said and walked quickly to his room.

  Molly gathered her pajamas before walking into the bathroom. She wondered if her tank top and shorts were to revealing, but then remembered she had worn only one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties to bed with him the night before. Technically her pajamas covered more then his shirt had. She took her time in the shower, allowing the hot water to relax all of her tense muscles. Too bad it couldn’t relax her mind the same way. Thoughts of Tray kept spinning in her mind. Once she was done, she dried off and dressed, then brushed her hair and teeth. A quick glance under the counter showed her he didn’t own a hair drier, and she hadn’t brought hers. Oh well, she would just have to put it in a ponytail or messy bun tomorrow. She toweled it dry as best she could before brushing it one more time. Walking out of the bathroom, she found Tray sitting against the head board with the covers around his waist and his chest bare. She froze and stared at him.

  “Come to bed, Sunshine.” He husked staring right back at her. She heard his voice, but stood motionless as she took in the sight of him. “Stop looking at me like that.” He growled.

  “Like what?” She licked her lips.

  “Your eyes and lips are making promises I know your not ready to keep. You need to come lay down before they get you in trouble.” He lifted the cover for her to crawl in.

  “Goodnight, Tray.” She whispered as she laid down quickly.

  “Not so fast, Molly. I need my good night kiss.” He rolled her over and leaned down so his mouth hovered over hers.

  She leaned up and placed a quick kiss against her lips, hoping that’s what he wanted. He followed her back down and sealed his lips to hers. This wasn’t a quick kiss. He took his time, and coaxed
her mouth open. His hand came up to cup her face and hold her steady as he took what he wanted. By the time he pulled back, her head was spinning and they were both breathing heavy.

  “Do you usually go to bed with your hair wet?” He asked huskily.

  “No, but you don’t have a hair dryer and I forgot mine.”

  “I’ll fix it tomorrow.” He promised.

  “I can stay in the living room if you don’t want my hair getting you pillows wet.” She whispered.

  “No, you’re staying here with me. I don’t care about the pillows. Your tank top is sticking to your chest and I can see water drops running down in the valley between your breasts and it’s driving me crazy.” Tray said his gaze shifting to her chest.

  “I’m sorry.” She whispered.

  “Don’t be. Let’s go to sleep, Sunshine. Good night.” He scooted down behind her, and shifted her so she was cuddled up against him with her head on his chest. The sound of his heart beat lolled her to sleep.

  Chapter 6

  Molly moaned, this was the best dream she ever had. Tray was kissing down her neck as she rubbed against him. The feel of her soft curves pushing against his hard body made her tingle in ways she never had before. Her body felt like it was building to something that promised to be amazing. Her body was moving on its own, and she had no urge to try to stop it, after all this was a dream. She had many dreams of Tray over the years, but none of them could compare to this. In this dream she wasn’t picturing what she thought he looked like. Now, she knew. He was gorgeous and muscled, and helping her move with the hands firmly gripping her waist. This would be her first wet dream, and she was so close to her happy ending her whole body was shaking.

  “Tray.” She whispered softly.

  “Come for me, Sunshine.” His rough voice echoed in her head as his warm breath brushed against her ear.

  “Please, Tray, I’m so close.” This dream was so real she could feel his hardness hitting the perfect place.

  “Let go now, Sunshine.” He growled then nipped her ear.

  She saw stars as her body convulsed on top of him. That was amazing. She had never experienced that before. She was going to have to buy a lot more underwear if she kept having these dreams. Her body relaxed against the oddly hard bed. She wiggled trying to adjust to the hard surface and hands roved up and down her back. Those hands felt awfully real. Blinking slowly, she opened her eyes, then quickly closed them back. How had this happened? She went to sleep on her side. How was she on top of him? Oh no, did this mean the dream was real? Crap, she was turning into a slut.

  “Good morning, Sunshine.” He said softly. She pretended she was still asleep. “No need to be shy with me, that was amazing.”

  “I thought you said you would wait till I was ready.” Molly was hurt he went back on what her said.

  “I did and I will.” Tray told her still rubbing her back.

  “But you just… did that.” She blushed thinking about what just happened.

  “I didn’t do that, Sunshine.” She could hear the honesty in his tone.

  “What do you mean?” She asked confused.

  “I woke up with you as my blanket, then you started moving against me moaning.” Tray growled.

  “I-I thought I was dreaming.” She whispered, appalled by her behavior. “I’m so sorry.”

  “Don’t be sorry. You can wake me up like that every morning if you want to.” He hugged her tight to him.

  “I don’t mean to send you mixed signals. I don’t know how that happened.” Molly shook her head.

  “It’s okay. I will take this as slow as you need. As long as you are here with me, I can be patient.” Tray kissed her lips softly, then shifted her to her side. “I would rather stay in bed with you, but we both have to go to work today.” He got up and headed for the bathroom.

  Molly stretched, then got out of the bed. She heard the shower kick on and decided to go start a pot of coffee. It took her a few minutes to find everything and get it started, but once it started brewing, she went back to the bedroom. She had plenty of time to make up the bed and pick out an outfit before the coffee was done. As she made the bed, the bathroom door opened. Looking up she saw Tray walk out in nothing but a towel. Her body lit up at the sight of all that delicious skin on display with water drops running down his chest.

  “Eyes up here, Sunshine.” He husked.

  “I’m sorry.” She felt her cheeks flame as she moved to finish the bed.

  “Don’t be sorry.” He said as she pulled her into his damp chest. “I want your eyes on me, but we don’t have time for what I want.”

  “Tray, I’m not…” Molly started.

  “I meant laying in bed and holding and kissing you all day.” He whispered, his lips grazing her neck.

  “Maybe after work we can hang out.” She said shyly.

  “I will be home as quick as I can.” He promised and released her. “If it’s slow, I’ll be by to take you to lunch.”

  “You don’t have to do that. I’m sure you have plenty of friends to hang out with.” She hurried and finished making the bed.

  “I want to spend all my time with you, but as you’ve already seen, our friends will probably pop up.” Tray looked back and smiled at her as she stared at him slipping on his pants. “Sunshine.” He warned.

  “Right, I’ll go get ready.” She said still watching as he pulled his shirt on.

  “Just remember turn about is fair play, Molly.” Her head snapped up to look at his face.

  “What does that mean?” She asked cautiously.

  “It means you should get ready right here. You watched me get dressed, so I should get to watch you.” His eyes roved over her tank top and shorts.

  “I-I-I… I don’t think I can do that.” She stammered.

  “It’s just me, Sunshine, but maybe you’re right. I don’t know if we would make it to work on time if I got a look at your luscious body. I’ll be in the kitchen when you’re ready.” He grabbed a pair of socks, then left her staring after him.

  Molly’s mind raced as she took the clothes she picked out and went to the bathroom to get ready. Her mouth had watered as she watched him dress. She had no idea how he had managed to put on his boxers and pants without showing anything, but he had. The sight of his chest alone had her drooling. She had never really thought about looking at a man naked before, but Tray sure had her wondering about it now. She dressed in a haze as her mind kept repeating the image of him in a towel. By the time she had her hair up in a messy bun she was wishing she was brake enough to follow through with the promise he said her eyes were making last night. By the time she got to the kitchen he was standing at the stove cooking. Trying to be braver, she walked up behind him and wrapped her arms around him.

  “You have no idea how good it feels to have your arms around me.” He said leaning back into her as he fried some eggs.

  “Of course, I do. I know how good it feels every time you do it to me.” She pressed her cheek against his back and felt the play of muscles in his back as he cooked.

  “If I knew it made you feel this good, I would never let you go.” He rumbled making Molly laugh.

  “As much as you are enjoying this, we really should eat so we can get to work.” She kissed his back through his shirt and stepped away.

  “Unfortunately, you’re right, but there’s always tonight.” He promised.

  She nodded as she made them both a cup of coffee and sat at the kitchen table. Tray brought over their food and they talked and laughed as they ate. She really was enjoying being here with him.

  “It’s time for me to go, Sunshine.” Tray said placing his dishes in the sink. “I can wash these when I get home.”

  “That’s fine. I don’t have to leave for a while. I will take care of the dishes. Be safe at work.” Molly smiled walking him to the door.

  “With you here now, I have even more reasons to stay safe at work. Now give me a kiss to hold me over.” Tray commanded her.

  Molly lau
ghed, but leaned up and wrapped her arms around his neck. When he broke the kiss, he smiled at her, then kissed her forehead before leaving the house. Molly washed the dished, then snooped around the kitchen and fridge so she could make dinner tonight. As she was walking out the door a car pulled up. Molly hesitated closing the door, then made sure it was locked and closed it. An older woman stepped out and walked toward her.

  “You must be Molly.” The woman said stepping up to her and hugging her. Molly froze not sure who this was or what she should do.

  “And you are?” Molly stepped back when the woman released her.

  “Oh gosh. I’m sorry you must think I’m crazy. I’m Sarah, Tray’s mom.” The woman beamed at her.

  “It’s nice to meet you. Tray is already at work. You might be able to catch him there.” Molly wasn’t ready to meet his mom. She would rather he be with her when that happened.

  “I know. I wanted to meet you. Who knows when he will be willing to share his time with you. You are just as beautiful as you were as a child. I’m so glad you came back to him. Do you like the rose bush?” Sarah rambled.

  “The rose bush is lovely. I’m sure it will be beautiful when it blooms out.” Molly had no idea how to act around her.

  “That is the same bush he took the rose off of to bring you in the eighth grade. Do you remember that?” Wow, Sarah was talkative.

  “Yes, ma’am, I remember.” Molly nodded.

  “I had to bring it here when he moved in. I had hoped he would find you again someday.” As Molly listened to her, another car pulled up. This visitor wasn’t welcome at all.

  “What are you doing here?” Jessica snapped at her.

  “Um.” Molly said caught off guard by her showing up here.

  “She lives here, who are you?” Sarah asked with narrowed eyes.

  “I’m Tray’s girlfriend. She shouldn’t be here.” Jessica snarled.

  “Young lady, I don’t know who you think you are, but this is my daughter-in-law and Tray’s wife. You have no business being here.” What was happening here?