by Tara Brent
We both chuckled at the memory for a moment until he leaned forward, “I’m never going to stop, you know.”
My brows creased, “Stop what?”
“Trying to get you back.”
“Steve, I heard you on the phone, talking to some woman, I-”
“That was Roxanne, Trish. My secretary. She’s like a second mother to me I swear”
I felt like such a fool, jumping to conclusions like that. I should have asked him there and then!
“I want you back, Trish. Give me a chance” He continued.
I couldn’t hide the blush that crept onto my face. My eyes darted around the room as I tried to look at everything but him. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I push him away he remains by my side. What man stays after so much rejection?
The fear that I've held onto for so long, however, was hard to let go of as my eyes settled on him, staring deep into his chocolate brown eyes before glancing away again. I want to let go, I want to be with him.
“Trish?” I looked at him from under my lashes and he lifted my chin so he could see my eyes, “Get out of your head. I’m not going anywhere. No matter how much you push me away I’m staying because you deserve to be happy too. We deserve to be happy, together. Stop fighting me, fighting this.” He began to rub his thumb over the back of my hand and I sighed, “Stop fighting what you’re feeling right now.”
I closed my eyes as his hand began to travel up my arm. He drew closer until he was able to feel my breath on his face, "You can never disappoint me, Trish, never."
“You talk too much. Are you going to kiss me or not because if you’re not th-”
He crushed his lips to mine, the contact explosive as I instantly threw my hands over his shoulders to pull him closer. His hands slid around to my back, pulling me closer to him.
I lifted his shirt and stroked his back as my other hand dove into his hair, my tongue battling with his for dominance. He pulled away, his eyes searching my face frantically as I panted, trying to catch my breath.
‘We do this for real this time. Are you sure about this?”
I nodded, I was sure. There will never be another man in my life like Steve. There would never be someone that could handle my mood swings, know exactly how to make me feel better or know how to make me laugh. Somewhere deep inside me, my fear lingered, not gone but waiting.
“I’m still scared. I can’t handle another breakup I honestly can’t, not after I’ve made it this far.” I whispered against his mouth.
He looked at me lovingly and I was trapped staring at his smile, “I know. Your love is all I need Trish and one chance is all I’m asking for to show you how much I love you. Get out of your head, please.”
“Okay okay, I’m out of my head.”
“Good.” He gave me a quick kiss and pulled away, a smirk now forming on his lips and I squinted my eyes suspiciously at him.
“What?”
“I won you back.” He popped his collar, “Who’s the boss?”
I folded my arms, “I am.”
He looked thoughtful for a moment and then said, “Yes.” He got up, “Yes you are.”
He turned to walk away and I reached out for him, grabbing his wrist, "Where are you going?"
“The lake house to chill for a bit, wanna come?”
I shook my head and tugged on his hand, pulling him back to me, “Stay.” I got onto my knees and pulled his head down to mine, kissing him slowly, sensually, “Please, stay with me.”
He bit his lip, “Are you sure?”
“Do you wanna fuck me or not Steve?”
He began removing his shirt, revealing rock hard abs, “Fuck yes.”
Chapter Eight
Steve and I were both lying on our sides and facing each other. We had both stripped down to our underwear but had stopped to simply stare at each other. I couldn’t believe this gorgeous man was mine again. When he had appeared at the park that day and proposed we fake being together to avoid my sister’s pestering, I hadn’t thought for a second that at the end of the weekend we would be together - for real.
He brushed a finger down my cheek to my chin, then to my neck and shoulder and my body shivered from the caress. Goosebumps sprouted wherever he touched as his fingers continued their journey down my body until he got to my thigh. My lips parted somewhat, our eyes not leaving each other as he held onto my thigh and gently pushed me until I was on my back and he was looming over me.
His hand traveled back up my body to cup my cheek and I brushed his hair out of his face as his head dipped to kiss me. His lips moved gingerly over mine at first and unable to fight the urge I sucked the plump flesh of his bottom lip into my mouth, moaning as he cupped one of my breasts through my bra.
I opened my legs for him and he climbed onto me, not breaking our kiss to press his body to mine and I welcomed his warmth. He grinded into me and my core clenched at the feeling of his erection pressed into me. My body grew a mind of its own, arching off the bed to feel more of him and so he pressed down on me further, a groan vibrating within his throat as he did so.
He released my breast and his hand slid down to my crotch where he began to stroke me through my panties and my eyes fluttered closed with a gasp. My chest rose and fell rapidly as he continued to play with my clit when I felt his free hand grab my throat.
He squeezed my throat somewhat as he began to move my underwear to the side and I opened my eyes to stare into his dark lust filled ones. His breathing was steady, his breath fanning my face and I sunk my teeth into my lip as he pressed a thumb to my wet opening.
Pleasure burst throughout me, a sudden and strong wave and I clawed at the sheets on either side of us.
“Do you want me to keep being gentle or?”
I shook my head, I didn’t want him to be gentle. Not right now at least. Right now I wanted him to leave me sore and bruised.
He kissed my cheeks and forehead while his free hand removed his cock from his shorts. I whimpered as he rubbed his dick against my pussy, circling it around my clit and my need for him grew.
"Please," I begged shamelessly.
His voice was almost a growl as he said, “Beg me.”
“Beg me to fuck you or I won’t.”
I arched my pelvis, “Please Steve, I need you.”
He squeezed my cheeks harder, “Say...it.” His lips were almost touching mine as he spoke and I could feel my juices dampening my underwear.
“Please, fuck me, Steve.”
He released my cheek and slid down my body to yank my underwear down my legs as I removed my bra. Within seconds he was nestled between my legs again, his thick member touching just below my navel. I locked my legs around his waist and a smug look appeared on his face at my eagerness.
I looked down to watch as pre-cum oozed from his cock before he pressed his tip to my opening and entered me. I gasped as my head fell backward.
"Look at me, babe." He demanded
He forced himself deeper in one swift thrust and I bit down on my lip. A thousand fireworks went off inside me as he pulled out agonizingly slow. A smile broke out on my lips however as he began to pound into me, pulling out to his tip before diving into me again and again.
I thrashed beneath him wildly, my legs shaking uncontrollably but still wrapped around him. The room came alive with the wet sound of our bodies joining and our mixed groans and moans.
Without warning, he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach. He gathered my hair into a ponytail and held onto it as he positioned himself at my opening from behind and sunk into me.
A cry tore from my lips and his free hand came around to cover my mouth. I screamed and moaned into his hand, a tear threatening to fall from my eye as he continued to take me. I pushed my ass out and he chuckled in my ear, embedding himself to his balls and rotating his hips slowly.
I moaned incoherent words into his hand and his tongue ran up my neck to my ear.
“I love you, Trish.” He breathed heavily into my ear and
I arched my ass even more.
I mumbled I love you and he released my mouth to yank me up onto my knees. His hand came down on my ass hard, my pussy stretching sweetly as he pulled out of me before slamming into me again, sending me bucking forward.
My walls gripped him, my climax coming hard and as I came so did he without pulling out.
"Fuck." He said through clenched teeth and I looked back to see his head hung backward with his eyes closed. My pride was off the charts to see what I can do to him, the way I push him to the edge because he does the same to me, time and time again with ease.
***
Someone knocked on the door and pulled me from my sleep. I squinted from the sunlight streaming in through the window and looked the other way. My eyes fell on Steve who was sound asleep with his hand thrown over my tummy and I smiled as memories from the explosive night we had shared rushed to the forefront of my mind. I hadn’t thought I’d wake up beside him like this ever again and I’m happy I was wrong.
Yes, he’s annoying and a man-child and half the time I want to strangle him with his own tongue but I can’t deny the connection I have with him.
The person knocked again and I slowly lifted his hand off me and padded to the bathroom to get my robe. My legs trembled as I walked and I only grinned, welcoming the feeling that only ever follows after fierce making love.
“Aunty Tish?” I heard Nathan call, interrupting my train of thought and I quickly left the bathroom and headed for the door.
I pulled the bedroom door open and stooped down, “Morning little prince, Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas!” He squealed and threw his little arms around my neck, “Presents!”
I chuckled and hugged him, all the while wondering why Katherine has him wearing a lollipop patterned pajama, "You want to open presents now huh?"
He nodded and I ruffled his hair, “Okay, Uncle Steve and I will be down in a minute okay?”
“Okay.” He replied, “Hurry.” He added before waddling away, his bare feet pattering on the floor.
"Put your shoes on," I yelled after him before closing the door.
“Did someone say presents?”
I made my way back to the bed where Steve was now sitting with his back to the headboard, “Yes and Merry Christmas.”
“Merry Christmas.” He murmured and I leaned down to peck him on the lips.
He held onto my arms and pulled me down for another kiss. I climbed onto the bed and straddled him and received a pleasing groan in response.
“Yes, morning sex.”
“No, we have to get downstairs or Nathan is going to be back soon and drag us down himself.”
He rolled his eyes, “I’m taking you straight to my apartment when we leave tomorrow.”
“Why?”
His eyes twinkled mischievously, “There won’t be anyone to interrupt us there. By the way,” he grew serious, “is it just me or Nathan has more manners than most adults? He always knocks first.”
I thought about it for a moment and roared with laughter, “You’re actually right. When I was his age my parents had to start locking the door each time they were going to do the nasty.”
Steve began to move his pelvis, “Mm, say do the nasty again.”
Shaking my head I fell off him and rolled off the bed, “Get up. Presents time but just so you know I didn’t buy you anything.”
“That’s okay,” He got out of bed, his ass exposed, “you already gave me my gift.”
I arched a brow with a smug look, “Did I?”
He approached me and of course, I stared at his cock, where else was I supposed to look since it was my second favorite feature of his after his smile. Of course, I wouldn't tell him that.
I opened my robe and his eyes instantly swept up and down my naked body hungrily and my legs grew weak as he licked his lips, “Yeah, you’re my present. The best part is unwrapping you though.”
He pushed my robe off my shoulders and down my arms, allowing it to pool around my feet. My body was buzzing with the need to have him deep inside me again, despite the soreness between my legs, “I think we can get a quickie in before we head down.”
A beaming smile lit up his face, “God, I missed you.”
***
"Great, Katherine is singing," I whispered to Steve as we made our way downstairs. We followed the music and Katherine's voice mingled with Nathan's tiny one, who didn't know the lyrics to The Ten Days of Christmas song but clearly wanted to sing along.
Steve chuckled and threw his arm over my shoulder, kissing my cheek as we entered the living room and Katherine instantly sprang to her feet, still singing. She pulled me away from Steve, hugging me tightly and then gave Steve a hug as well. I chuckled as I glanced to the right of Steve to watch Nathan twisting and turning the steering wheel of his brand new cherry red Ferrari, battery-operated car as he continued to sing incoherent words to the Christmas carols playing.
“Merry Christmas you love birds!” Kat practically screamed.
Laughing I patted her back, she was finally getting what she wanted, “Merry Christmas sis. How did you know we made up?”
"These walls are super thin, we heard everything and Merry Christmas," Damon said from behind us and Steve and I pulled away but as we turned around to face him our faces fell.
“What the heck are you wearing?” Steve asked, eyeing Damon’s Christmas sweater.
Damon gritted his teeth, “My son picked this out for me.” He threw an unimpressed look Katherine’s way who was trying to contain her laughter. She had been the one to go shopping with Nathan and could easily have had him pick something else.
"Oh, it's the perfect sweater. Good choice buddy." I said to Nathan who began to grin, his eyes filled with love as he looked up at his father, "I especially love these." I flicked my finger at one of the small bells around Damon's collar and grinned. It was truly the most hideous sweater I've ever seen in my life.
I chuckled to myself and turned around to find Katherine walking back from the Christmas tree with two small gift boxes, “Nathan got you guys a sweater as well.”
My face fell, “No.”
Katherine shoved the gift at my chest, her face brighter than I’ve seen in days. I looked over at Steve who was staring down at the box in his hand as if it would explode.
“Ah, Nathan, I’ll open this later okay.” He said.
“Now!” Nathan screamed happily and Steve sighed with defeat.
Minutes later we were all sitting around the Christmas tree wearing matching elf sweaters, everyone except for Katherine that is. She smiled sweetly at my nasty looks and handed me another gift.
"This better not be matching socks," I growled under my breath and she shook her head.
“That’s from me.”
I ripped the wrapping paper off the tiny box and opened it to find a gold necklace with a heart that’s been cut in half. She began to remove something from within the neckline of her blush pink dress and it was a necklace with the other half of the heart.
“I’m not crying.” Steve suddenly said beside me, “You’re crying.”
He wiped at a fake tear and I rolled my eyes, “Thanks sis, this is perfect.” I pointed to a small rectangular box under the tree, “That one is from me.”
She gasped, “You got me a gift!”
“You already know I did. Open the thing already.”
She tore at the paper the way I had and opened the box. She gasped and clutched at her throat, “You didn’t?”
I smiled as she removed two tickets to an Adele concert, “Oh yes I did. VIP passes too so you get a picture with her.”
“Shut up!” She screamed, her bright eyes darting from one person to the next, “Oh my God, thanks.”
Anyone that knows Katherine understands how much she loves Adele and after weeks of wondering what to get her, it finally clicked. She crawled over to me and yanked me into a tight hug and I returned it, squeezing her to me. I’ve realized how badly I treated her during
the short time we've been here. I'm a grown woman now and should start appreciating my lovely sister. I felt horrible and I pulled her closer to me. We've always been so different growing up and more so now. Katherine was nothing but goodness. And me, well I could be a hot head at times. But all of that was going to change. She's my sister and the only one I have.
My heart was ready to explode with elation as I watched her wave the tickets excitedly at Damon and she wiggled her brows as her whole face lit up in delight. He nodded knowingly in return realizing they now have a trip to plan.
"Okay, my turn." Steve got off the floor and made his way to the tree and returned with a purple gift bag, "As I said, you already gave me my gift so this is yours." He grinned down at me and I pouted.
“I feel bad now. I wasn’t expecting anything.”
It wasn't that I didn't want to get him a gift I just hadn't been able to pick something. After a while, I gave up because I was also certain he would have shown up with a new girlfriend and things would have been too awkward for me.
“Don’t worry about that, this is kind of a gift for us both. Open it.”
Now intrigued I started taking out the purple tissue paper but as I removed the last of it I palmed my face, “Seriously Steve?”
“What is it?” Kat questioned.
Inside the bag was what looked like a black lingerie set underneath a large vibrator, “I can’t take this out.” I tilted my head to Nathan who wasn’t paying us any attention, so completely in love with his new car but still, I wouldn’t risk it. “You know what makes this worse,” My eyes followed him as he decided to sit on the sofa, “it’s that you got me this well before this weekend didn’t you?”
He threw his hands over the back of the sofa and crossed his legs, a smug look on his face, “Two weeks ago actually. What can I say? I knew we’d end up needing it eventually.”
Damon and Katherine began to laugh and while I was doing the same on the inside, on the outside my face was sour, “You’re disgusting, seriously.”
He winked at me and I placed the bag beside me but to be honest I was itching to go try the lingerie on. The bastard knows me too well.
