His condom on in seconds, Trent took hold of his length to guide himself to her. With one thrust he was inside her and both of them grunted at the connection. His mouth covered hers with so much hunger, it took away what was left of her breath. She grabbed his butt helping to propel him deeper.
The man was no fool, knew when a woman just needed to be ridden. No talky-talky shit. What she needed was him banging her brains out.
The pace at which his hips moved amazed her. The precision of how the slight curve of his thickness hit her in the perfect spot sent her flying almost immediately. "Oh yeah!" Her hands slid from his butt to his hips and back to the center. "Yes!”
He panted, and his glazed eyes met hers. He took her by the hips and lifted her, pushing in deeper. Amy Leigh lost focus when she came with so much force it made her legs shake. Once she began to get her bearings again, it was to become mesmerized in his movements. The muscles of his chest and shoulders bunched from his exertions. Just when she thought she couldn't take much more, sensations spiraled out of control. He jerked, losing control and hoarse groans came from deep within his throat.
Eyes closed, he lay beside her on the floor. Somehow they'd fallen off the couch and were on the rug. She studied his handsome face and traced his nose with her finger.
In the last few days, she received five texts from him. Each one telling her he needed to talk to her. She ignored them as well as the three phone calls. She did not want to discuss the annulment and was not ready to face their final breakup.
Of course seeing him in person, would lead to mind blowing sex. Their chemistry was off the charts after all. Now that it was over, they'd be polite. He'd be his usual charming self and they'd discuss it.
His eyes opened and he leaned over and kissed her at the same time his hip pressed into her leg. "I take it you missed me too."
"Oh. My. God!" Her mother's shriek made Trent jump up and grab a throw pillow, which he slammed against his groin.
Amy Leigh grabbed the couch throw and gave it to him and then stood in front of him to block her mother from seeing any more. "For goodness sakes, Mom, what are you doing here?"
Her mother was against the hallway wall, with her hands over her face. She peeked at Trent through her fingers. Amy Leigh turned to see he'd wrapped the throw around his waist. She grabbed his shirt and jerked it on, then took her mother's hand and dragged her toward the kitchen.
"Is that him?" Jane Paisley whispered and looked back toward the living room.
Face flushed, Trent rushed past the doorway toward her bedroom, with his pants and t-shirt in hand.
"Why are you whispering?" Amy Leigh wanted to shove her mother out the door and follow him. "Yes, of course it's him. Who else would I be having monkey sex with on the floor?" Her cheeks burned at what she'd just admitted to her mother. "Mom, forget I said that."
A wide smile split her mother's face. "He's a hottie. Great butt."
"Mom!"
"Hello, Mrs. Paisley," Trent said behind her mother, who jumped at his voice.
"Hello there. Nice to finally meet this mystery man my girl married." Amy Leigh rolled her eyes at her mother's precise pronunciation of each word. "She's not been herself since the nupticals."
"Nuptials," she corrected and sighed. "Mom, Trent and I haven't seen each other in several...days. I hate to cut this visit short, but we need to talk."
"Oh, of course, I understand." She didn't move.
"I'd love to take you out to dinner and get to know you better soon, Mrs. Paisley."
"Please call me Jane, or mom if you want." Her mother giggled at Trent's lazy smile and Amy Leigh wanted to throw up.
"Mom?"
"Oh yes, yes. I better let you kids get back to what you were doing. Oh, I mean to talk, of course." She gave Amy Leigh a silent “Go get 'em” look and practically danced out the front door.
"Augh." Amy Leigh leaned on the kitchen island and put her head in her hands. "Sorry about that. I didn't expect you and shouldn't have attacked you."
"I was a willing victim," Trent replied and pulled out a stool and sat. "The limp vegetables were quite scary."
She looked into his eyes and attempted to smile. "I suppose you came to see me about the annulment and the last thing you expected was sex."
"I hoped."
"I wonder how many people have sex when discussing ending things."
"Probably more then we'd think."
"Well," she said and shrugged. "Did you bring the papers?"
"Yes...no."
"Huh?" A shaky sigh escaped and she bit her bottom lip. Time to be honest and put her heart out there to get trampled. "Trent I--I am not sure I want to sign them."
"Neither am I," he admitted pushing her hair away from her face. "I don't want to break up, Amy Leigh. I can't stop thinking about you. I want you in my life. You make me laugh. It's only with you that I feel comfortable in my skin. Its only when you're sleeping next to me that I can truly rest."
“Do you understand the ramifications of you marrying my son?” Amy Leigh recalled the words of his father.
"I can't."
His face fell. "Is it because you think I lost all my money, or because my father is a vicious snob? Is it that my ex is a pretentious bitch? Or maybe whatever it is you feel for me is not strong enough.”
"No. Yes. Yes. Love. I think so." Amy Leigh let out a long breath. "You see, it's a lot of things."
"Can you explain your answers because I am not sure what you said?" Trent wiped his hand over his face and looked so darn cute. "Please, Amy Leigh, talk to me."
She cupped his face and kissed him then pulled back. "No, I don't care about you losing your family money, but I don't want to be the cause of it. Yes, your father is snobby, but he loves you and is trying to make sure who you marry is worthy of you." She stopped talking when he kissed her, then pulled away and put her finger to his lips. "Although your ex is a bitch, she made me understand you could do better than a party planner from Pine Oak. What I feel for you is love, and it's strong enough to let me step back and allow you to find happiness with the right person."
"Wow." Trent stared into her face seeming to search for an answer to what she said. "You love me?" The crooked smile grew to a grin. "Really?"
Amy Leigh fought the urge to smile back at him. This was the time to be strong and not allow her feelings free reign. "Yes I do, Trent, but that changes nothing. We cannot be together."
"Like hell." The intensity in his tone made her mouth fall open. "Listen to me, Amy Leigh. You are far superior to most of the so-called classy women I've dated. None of them would ever marry me if I were disinherited, which by the way I'm not. Secondly, my mother loves you and my father admitted that he admires you. Lastly, I love you too, so therefore as your husband I refuse to allow our marriage to be annulled. If you want to leave me then you'll have to divorce me…after Jamaica."
"Don't you see, Trent," Amy Leigh said placing her palms flat on his chest to keep him back. "I am not going to be a good rich wife. I don't want to stop working and play tennis all day...wait did you say Jamaica?"
Trent stood, took her by the shoulders and looked down at her. He smelled of sex and expensive cologne. She wanted to push her nose into his throat and forget about everything but them.
"Yes, I did. I owe you a honeymoon." His mouth found hers. His sentiments pushed past her lips, straight into her heart. She fell against him allowing his strong arms to lift her feet from the floor. He broke off the kiss and smiled at her. "Is that a yes?"
"Oh, what the hell, yes. I will stay married to you and go to Jamaica. There will be no tennis and I still want to work my party planning business." He walked toward her bedroom.
"In Laurel." His lips pressed against the corner of her mouth.
"Yes, in Laurel," she murmured and kissed his chin.
"I have your ring."
"You do?" Her heart melted at spotting the huge rock on his pinky. "Oh, you do."
Trent lowered to one knee, the c
orner of his mouth lifted in an endearing smile. "Will you stay married to me Amy Leigh Paisley Baxter?"
Amy Leigh sniffed and wiped her nose with the sleeve of his shirt. "Yes, I will." It was hard to hold back the wide smile and a short happy dance.
He stood and slid the ring onto her finger and pulled her into him, his mouth seeking hers.
"I love you, Trent."
"I love you, Amy Leigh."
"We need to get bands to go with it. You should wear one too." She looked up to find him looking at her with so much warmth, her eyes got teary all over again. "You really do like me don't you?"
"More than that," he replied. "I haven't been the same since first spotting you in that tight dress that one night in Vegas."
"It'll be a great story to tell the kids...or maybe not." A giggle escaped when he scooped her up.
"How about we talk about it in bed?" Trent carried her toward the bedroom.
"Are we really going to Jamaica?" she asked.
"Yes, but no diving instructions."
"Scuba."
Once again he covered her mouth with his.
"Mmmmm."
The End
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