by Mia Madison
We were turning into a large, weird extended family and I loved being a part of it.
“See you at six on Saturday?” I asked one last time, knowing Trent was probably getting anxious out at the truck. We were burning daylight and we still had a truck full of stuff to unload before we could bunker down for the night.
“I’ll bring wine. Be safe, sweet pea,” he said as he hugged me one last time.
“I will. Love you, Dad.”
“I love you, too.”
With a final sad smile as I left the house—likely for good since I was no longer welcome by my mother—I turned on my heel and walked toward the exit. She was lingering at the top of the stairs, watching silently as I strode to the door.
Even with as mad at her as I was, I paused at the doorway and said, “Goodbye, mom.”
I didn’t give her a chance to respond. I simply walked out toward my future—the man who was leaning against the truck and grinning at me.
“I thought we talked about those toothpicks,” I joked as I stalked over and plucked it from his mouth.
“It’s a hard habit to break.”
“I know. But I appreciate you trying.”
He smiled and opened the door to the moving truck, offering his hand as he said, “Your chariot awaits, my darling.”
“You don’t even make a good pretend gentleman,” I teased as he helped me into the truck. I slid across the seat, waiting for him to hop in and slam the door shut.
“Hey. I’m a gentleman,” he argued as he buckled his seatbelt.
“If you were really a gentleman—you’d unload this truck while I took a long, hot bath.”
“Baby, if you get naked in the house, this truck isn’t getting unloaded ‘til morning.”
“That a promise?”
Trent chuckled as he started the engine. “Only one way to find out.”
Despite my desire to find out whether he was serious or not, I was more concerned with getting everything unloaded so we could return the truck and be done with it. After hours of walking back and forth carrying boxes and furniture, I was totally drained.
Trent offered to let me stay home while he returned the truck and I gratefully accepted. After he called for a cab to meet him there, he gave me a peck on the lips and promised to be back soon.
Tired as I was, sleep was the last thing on my mind. Not when it was the first night in our house together. So I filled the bathtub with warm water and dimmed the lights, sliding into the tub and relaxing while I waited for Trent to return.
He didn’t keep me waiting long. I could hear the faint sound of the door opening and closing, followed by my name as he called for me.
“Bedroom!” I called out, opening my eyes and watching the doorway as his heavy footfalls got closer and closer. Once I was sure he was in the room, I said, “In here.”
He entered the bathroom and stared at me with desire, his eyes never leaving mine as he stripped off his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. He was half-hard by the time he got fully undressed and I slid forward so he could step into the tub behind me.
As soon as he did, his arms pulled me back onto his lap and his wandering hands went from my hips to my stomach before rising from the water to land on my exposed breasts. The cold air tightened my nipples and he groaned as he plucked at them, the evidence of his own arousal growing firmer against my ass.
“I didn’t think I’d ever use this bathtub you insisted on having,” Trent murmured into my ear. “But I’m really fucking glad we got it.”
“Me too,” I whispered as I arched against him. He adjusted his hips until his cock was dangerously close to my opening and I stopped him. “Don’t. We’ll get water all over the floor.”
“So?”
“So I’ll have to clean it up when we’re done,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes when he shrugged. “Just touch me, Trent.”
“Whatever you want, baby.”
His hands roamed all over my body, gliding the washcloth over me and washing everywhere within reach. I turned the tables on him eventually, washing his entire front except the one place I knew was aching for my touch.
“You’re such a tease,” he whispered when I once again ran the cloth up his inner thigh and bypassed his hard length. “You’re doing a terrible job of getting me all clean, nurse. Do you not take pride in your work?”
Neither of us had let go of the nurse jokes, not that I minded in the least. It had led to some rather interesting sexcapades after he finally healed. Still, the reminder made my hand creep up his chest and linger over the scar the bullet had caused.
“This one’s mine,” I whispered as I gently traced it with my fingertip.
“They’re all yours, Ava. Every single one.”
Our eyes met for just a moment before our lips smashed together and I couldn’t bring myself to care when I faintly heard the sound of water splashing over the edge. Trent pulled away as I attached myself to his upper body, glancing down at the floor and wincing at the puddle.
“Sorry, baby. Let’s get out of here before we make it worse. Hang on tight.”
My legs wrapped around him as he stood, standing still while some of the water poured off our bodies before he carefully maneuvered out of the tub and onto the towel I’d laid on the floor. He set me down and briskly ran a towel all over me, smiling when I laughed at how frantically he dried us both off.
We were still damp when he tossed the towel to the side, but Trent didn’t seem to care. He lifted me back into his arms and stalked into the bedroom, crawling up the mattress on his knees and only letting go of my thighs to slide his arms underneath my back.
After only one touch of our lips together, I felt his hips moving—blindly searching until he found my entrance and pushed inside.
“Mmm, Trent,” I moaned against his lips, grinning when he immediately bucked into me. “You feel so good.”
He didn’t respond, but I could see the lust flare in his eyes as I stroked his ego. Not that it wasn’t true—he actually felt incredible—but I had quickly learned that the best way to make Trent totally lose control was to allow myself to be vocal during sex.
Trent loved dirty talk and I loved when he lost control.
“All mine,” he said heatedly as he pulled back just enough to survey my body and my face. “Only mine.”
“Yours,” I huskily agreed, my eyes closing as he began pumping into me fast and hard. “More!”
“That’s my girl,” he ground out, burying his face in my neck as he increased the speed. “Like it hard, don’t you?” I nodded frantically, but it wasn’t enough. He gripped my hair tightly with one hand as he ordered, “Say it. Say you like being pounded.”
“I love it,” I gasped as I felt the telltale sign of an impending orgasm rushing through my veins. “I love being pounded by your cock!”
Trent let out a shuddering groan before lowering his head back down and focusing solely on the motion of his hips. I dug my nails into his shoulders for leverage and turned my head to the side to scream as the waves of pleasure began to crash into me.
“Come on me. Let me feel it,” he panted into my ear as he felt my walls fluttering. I clamped down tight as I came and he abruptly pulled out, detangling from my grip as he reached down and worked my clit to wring out every last drop of pleasure.
“Ohhhh fuck!” I screeched as a second orgasm slammed into me right on the heels of the first—my legs shaking uncontrollably as I squirmed to get away from the stimulation.
Trent didn’t give me any time to recover. He flipped me onto my stomach and raised my hips, sliding back into me from behind and picking up the same pace he left off at. His grunts rose in volume, but they still weren’t loud enough to drown out the wet slap of flesh as he fucked me.
I got the vibe that he wanted to make me come again, but as his grunts turned into groans—I knew he was too close to stave himself off for enough time. I pushed myself up on my forearms and pushed back toward him, crying out in pleasure when
he rewarded me with a smack on the ass. I moaned his name before I buried my face in the pillow to stifle my cries so I could hear his better.
“You want it, don’t you? You want me to fill your sweet pussy with my come,” he panted as his thrusts started becoming more and more erratic. “Fuck, Ava. You’re so damn tight.”
I lifted my head and chanted, “Yes, yes, yes. Come inside me, Trent.”
We had taken up using condoms most of the time as an extra precaution, but I was desperate to feel him finish inside me without a barrier for the first time. Though he had always refused, something about the two of us finally moving in together must have changed his mind.
The noise he let out was strangled and almost pained. It was incredibly sexy to me, but the sudden falter in his movements told me that he was embarrassed by it.
“Don’t stop,” I begged, pressing back and taking his length inside me again. “Fill me up.”
Embarrassed or not, my words had the desired effect. Trent thrust hard—burying himself to the hilt and reaching climax with a roar. I gasped at the sensation of his cock pulsating and flooding me with heat and wetness.
No wonder Finley was pregnant. Despite the mess it was sure to make, it was an addicting feeling. As were the little sounds he made as he gently rocked back and forth, his hands flexing on my hips and he released every last drop of his seed deep inside my body.
“Oh, Ava,” he whispered when the pulses finally subsided. “Love you so damn much.”
He eased out and I rolled onto my back, smiling up at the ceiling even as he flopped beside me. We laid in silence for a while, just catching our breaths before I rolled over and snuggled against his side.
“I love you,” I told him as he turned to face me. “That was incredible.”
“As always,” he agreed with a chuckle as he played with the wet strands of my hair. “You’re incredible, baby.”
“We should end every day like this.”
Trent hummed in agreement. “We can, you know. We can do whatever we want.”
“Until reality sets in and you take another job,” I muttered, finally speaking my biggest fear aloud as my fingers instinctively moved back to his wound. “Do your jobs always require you to move around?”
“Usually. But I didn’t plan on taking any more jobs.”
My eyebrows raised with surprise. “No?”
He smiled gently and curled his arm around my back, trailing his hand down my spine before resting it possessively over my lower back.
“No, doll. Taking care of you is my biggest priority now. I’ll find something local to do to get out of your hair once in a while—but no more bodyguard gigs for me.”
In all the different ways I’d played this conversation out in my head—I had never once considered it going like this. Happy tears welled in my eyes and I buried my face against his chest while I mumbled my thanks over and over again against his skin.
“No need to thank me. Like I said before—I spent so many years saving up that I really have no need to work anymore anyways,” he said as his hand slid from my back and rested on my stomach. I turned my chin up to face him, his eyes lit up with mischief as he said, “Maybe one day I’ll be a full-time dad, yeah?”
Though I didn’t feel quite ready to be a mom just yet, I had to admit that the mental picture of Trent being a stay-at-home dad and running around the yard rough-housing with a little boy held a lot of appeal. I covered my hand with his and nodded, smiling back at him when he grinned.
“One day,” I promised, feeling relieved when I saw the understanding in his eyes. “After we get married.”
“Whenever that may be,” he said with a sly grin.
“Since you’re healed now I guess it just depends on when you get a ring,” I joked.
He cocked an eyebrow and rolled over, pulling open the drawer of the nightstand while I propped up on my elbow. When he rolled back and opened his palm to reveal a small box, I felt my eyes widen in shock once again.
“Marry me, sweetness.”
He flipped open the top to reveal a lone diamond on a gold band. It was so classically elegant and so very me that I couldn’t help the tears that slid down my cheeks. Trent wiped them away with his free hand, his confident eyes locked on mine as I looked up at him and nodded.
“Yes.”
After he slid the ring on my finger and kissed me to seal the deal, I pushed at his shoulders and narrowed my eyes at him.
“Did you plan this on purpose?”
“Maybe,” he admitted with a sheepish shrug. “Still up for a baby after marriage? Because we can go down to the courthouse tomorrow for all I care.”
I knew he was joking, but the idea was growing on me the more I thought about it. I watched his eyes widen with surprise and delight when I shrugged.
“Let’s just take it one day at a time,” I vaguely told him, groaning softly when he pushed me onto my back.
“Well, just in case you decide you’re up for it, we should probably practice a little more,” he murmured. “Now spread your legs and let Doctor Trent take your temperature.”
My laughter melted into a moan when he slipped back inside me. When I clutched at his shoulders as he started rocking back and forth, the diamond caught the low light from the bathroom and sparkled. We smiled in unison as we noticed it, then our fingers were laced together above my head as he made love to me.
“Don’t let go.”
“Never.”
The End
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