by Evans, A. K.
With that out of the way, I got started on Tate’s food. When I was pregnant, I made a choice to prepare all of Tate’s food on my own. It was incredibly important to me, even though the convenience of jarred baby food would have been nice sometimes. While I worked on the fruits and vegetables for my baby, I decided a phone call was in order.
The phone rang once before I heard, “I’ve been dying waiting for you to call.”
“Well, that’s not entirely true since you’re talking to me,” I teased.
Gloria ignored that and launched in on the most pressing issue. “What happened with Trent?”
“You cut right to the chase, don’t you?”
“Stop stalling and give me all the details!” she shrieked.
I laughed. “Okay, relax, I’ll tell you everything.”
Then, I gave Gloria a full rundown of everything that had happened. I went back and started with the grocery store run-in. I told her everything right up until the moment Trent walked out of my place that morning.
“He told you to pack a bag?” she inquired when I finished.
“Yep.”
“Have you done that?”
Shaking my head, I replied, “No. Not yet. I’m working on Tate’s food right now. He chose pumpkin this week.”
“When we get into winter, you need to give him the parsnips,” she ordered.
I rolled my eyes.
Gloria went on, “I’m happy for you, Dee. If this goes the way I think it will, it’s going to be worth it. Your father took your choice away from you when you were just a kid, but I’m glad you’re getting it back now.”
“I think you were right, Glo.”
“About what?”
“I think I’m still deep under his skin,” I clarified.
She let out a laugh. “I knew that when I stood in that office earlier this week. What happened that made you realize it?”
“Lots of things,” I started. “But mostly, it was in the way he kissed me. It’s like everything changed and nothing changed all the same. I can’t explain it, but I know how it feels. It’s so good.”
She was silent a beat. “I still can’t believe that man didn’t have his way with you all those years ago.”
“He could have,” I assured her. “We messed around a lot, but he never took it all the way. He wanted to make it special for me.”
“Sounds like he’ll be doing that tonight, though,” she concluded.
He better. I was done waiting for Trent Michaels.
“If he doesn’t, I’ll be taking charge,” I promised.
“You’ll let me know how it goes?” she wondered. “I won’t reach out because I don’t want to interrupt your time with him, but when you have a chance, touch base. I want to know it’s all good for you.”
“I will, Gloria. Thanks for listening and for always being there for me.”
“You know I’ve always got your back, girl. Enjoy your guy tonight.”
With that, Gloria and I disconnected.
Two hours later, I’d finished all of Tate’s food.
Then, I spent the rest of my time preparing for my night with Trent. I packed my bag, pumped twice, showered, and got myself dolled up. I didn’t typically dress up, especially given my line of work, but this was a special occasion. I figured it deserved an exception.
It was at two minutes to five-thirty when there was a knock at my door.
This was it.
The start of Trent and Delaney for the second time.
I only hoped I wouldn’t do anything to screw it up this time around.
He stood in the doorway, allowing his eyes to sweep over the length of me. They heated. Hotter than anything I’d ever seen from him before now.
When he brought his gaze to my face, Trent started moving. He kicked the door shut behind him, slid one arm around my waist, the other around my upper back, and bent to touch his mouth to mine. His tongue spiked into my mouth when his hand at my waist began to drop. It slid down over my ass and settled there.
Trent squeezed.
I moaned.
He pulled me tighter to him.
And the kiss grew hotter. Wetter. Deeper.
Miraculously, after an extended make-out session, Trent managed to pull his mouth from mine. He rested his forehead against mine as I felt his fingertips press into my skin.
“You look amazing,” he whispered.
That was nice to hear.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve had anywhere special to go, so I put in a little extra effort for this tonight. I’m pretty sure a date with you is worth it,” I teased.
“Please tell me you have taken care of everything you needed to before you get your boy back on Monday,” he pleaded.
Noting the desperation in his tone, I quickly confirmed, “I got everything done.”
“Good, because I’m not giving you keys to my other car so you can get home until sometime late Sunday night.”
A shiver ran down my spine. I was very much looking forward to anything he had planned for us.
Trent must have seen my reaction because he demanded, “Let’s get your things and get out of here before I tear this dress off you right now.”
I was wearing a form-fitting, cream-colored, long-sleeved wrap dress. It came to just below mid-thigh and paired with my heels, made my legs look fantastic.
“Okay,” I agreed.
“You have everything you need ready?”
Nodding, I stepped away from him and moved over to where I had my things piled up. I grabbed the bags and held them up. “As long as you have a freezer and a bed big enough for the both of us, I’m good to go.”
“A freezer?”
My chest deflated, worried about how he’d feel that our time together would be interrupted. “I’ll need to pump a few times between now and Sunday night.”
Trent didn’t seem the least bit bothered by it. He gave me a nod, took the bags from my hands, and said, “Lock up.”
After I turned off the lights and locked up my place, Trent and I walked to his truck. He tossed my bags in the back seat, opened my door to let me in, and rounded the front to get in on his side.
We’d been driving for several minutes in silence, me staring at Trent the entire time, when he finally asked, “What’s going on?”
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t taken your eyes off me since we’ve gotten in the truck.”
I smiled at him and admitted, “I like looking at you. I haven’t been able to look at you in a long time. And I’m so excited about being with you tonight.”
Trent reached his hand over the center console and curled his fingers around my thigh just above my knee. He gave me a light squeeze and confessed, “I had a hard time staying at home today. After I got back and showered, all I wanted to do was drive right back over to your place.”
“You should have,” I insisted. “That would have been a great surprise.”
“Next time,” he promised.
A few minutes later, we arrived at the restaurant. Trent brought me to Milton’s Grille. Milton’s offered eclectic dishes, many Asian fusion. There was an abundance of choices of either seafood and land-based dishes, too. Trent had selected well.
Once our waiter arrived with our drinks and we placed our orders, I looked beside me to see Trent just staring at me.
“What’s that look for?”
He shook his head. “I still can’t believe you’re sitting here beside me, Delaney,” he started and paused a moment. “I wasn’t joking before in the truck. Sitting at home, I struggled because I couldn’t stop thinking about how good it felt to know we were going to have this shot again.”
I smiled at him, leaned in, and touched my lips to his. “Me too.”
Our waiter arrived with my salad and Trent’s soup. After he walked away, I turned back to Trent and said, “So, tell me about your job. What exactly do you do?”
“I can’t give you any specifics about the cases we work on,” he start
ed. “In general, though, we have a variety of work that comes through the firm. A lot of it is the routine insurance fraud or infidelity cases. But we also work closely with the Windsor Police Department. Sadly, the WPD is overworked, understaffed, and seriously underfunded, so we help when we can.”
“Is it dangerous?” I worried.
Without hesitation, Trent shared, “There are always risky cases that can be dangerous. I’ll be honest with you; I don’t spend a lot of time in the field. I have skills that nobody else in the firm can match when it comes to computers, so I do a lot of my work from the comfort of my office. It challenges me, and I like it. Even still, sometimes I need that physical challenge and a change of scenery, so I make sure to work in the field every so often. I want to keep my skills refined.”
“You’re amazing,” I marveled.
“It’s nothing spectacular,” he returned, attempting to dismiss my praise.
I put my hand to his forearm and insisted, “It is to me. You’ve always been so smart and capable, never letting anything stop you from getting what you want. I have no doubts you are precisely the same when it comes to your job.”
“Yeah, well, there is one thing I didn’t get that I wanted,” he noted.
I pulled my hand from Trent’s arm, sucked my bottom lip in between my teeth and bit down. My excited mood was taking a nosedive. Trent’s hand went to my thigh again. He squeezed and added, “It’s a good thing I’ve got the opportunity to do it right this time.”
“It wasn’t your fault,” I whispered.
“Baby, don’t get upset,” he returned. “What happened, happened. We both played our roles in it. You need to know that it wasn’t just on you. I could have done more than just walking away from you when I knew deep down what you were doing wasn’t who you were.”
I held his gaze but remained silent. We’d missed out on so much because I made such a foolish decision.
Trent gave me another squeeze. “I’m sorry, Delaney. I shouldn’t have said it like that. I’m really happy we’re here right now, and that we’re trying again. Let’s try to have a good night.”
I offered a small smile and a nod in return.
Realizing I was letting it go, Trent let out a breath and requested, “So, tell me all about this little guy named Tate.”
Instantly, I perked right back up. I told Trent all about Tate. Well, all except one thing that I wanted to save for another time.
Our dinner was served, and we had a fabulous time. As lovely as it was, though, I had to be honest. I wanted to leave. I wanted to get back in Trent’s truck and go back to his place. And, more than anything else, I wanted to be with him. It was evident Trent felt the same way because when we’d finished our dinner, he asked, “Are you interested in getting dessert?”
I shook my head and added, “At least, not from here.”
Trent grinned.
He called over the waiter, requested the bill, and paid.
Twenty minutes later, he pulled into the underground garage at his condo. Trent grabbed my bags from the back, and we rode the elevator from the garage up to his floor. When he opened the door to his place and flipped on the light, I marveled at his space.
It was modern and masculine with hardwood floors, clean lines, and breathtaking views.
“This place is beautiful,” I remarked after I’d done a quick sweep of his space.
“Thanks,” he said from behind me. “It’s a great place, but I’m excited about moving into my new house. The views are much better and there’s a lot more property.”
I turned around and found myself instantly in his arms. “You better start cracking down on your construction crew,” I advised.
He laughed and assured me, “I didn’t really have one, and was planning to do a lot of the work myself with a few of my buddies. But now I’m tempted to hire a crew.”
I held his eyes a moment, not wanting to kill the moment, but knowing I needed to.
“What is it?” he asked.
He could still read me. No matter what was going on, he could take one look at me and know I had something on my mind.
“Do you have somewhere private that I can pump?” I asked.
I knew what was ahead for us and the last thing I needed or wanted was any sort of stimulation resulting in me leaking breastmilk all over the place.
He raised his brows. “Private?”
“Just this once,” I started. “I wouldn’t exactly consider what I’m about to do as the best form of foreplay. And for this first time with you, I’d like to have it be what you always wanted. I want it special. I just need to take care of this first.”
Understanding dawned in him. “You can use my bedroom,” he suggested.
“Thanks.”
Carrying my bags, Trent led the way to his bedroom. He left me to do my thing. Fifteen minutes later, I emerged from his room. I had already used his bathroom to freshen myself up and managed to switch the milk from the bottles I’d pumped into the freezer storage bags.
I found Trent in the kitchen. His eyes rounded when he saw the milk.
After placing it in the freezer, I moved to him.
“Sorry about that,” I lamented. “If I hadn’t done that, it’s very likely a good portion of that would have ended up all over your sheets…or in your mouth.”
His face scrunched up.
“It’s sweet,” I shared through my laughter. “You shouldn’t have anything to worry about right now, but if it ever happens, I’m just telling you that it doesn’t taste bad.”
“I’ll save it for Tate,” he declared.
I couldn’t help but laugh again. “Hey, there are benefits to me breastfeeding aside from the obvious ones for my boy,” I noted. “My boobs are much bigger.”
Trent grinned. “I noticed.”
His hands, which had been resting at my hips, began sliding up my sides. They stopped when his thumbs were just below my breasts. He kept his eyes on mine and traced his thumbs up and over my nipples.
I couldn’t stop the whimper from escaping. It had been entirely too long since anyone had touched me like this. To top it off, it felt like it had been an eternity since I’d had Trent’s hands on me this way.
He rubbed his thumbs over my breasts as he kissed me for a bit, but ultimately pulled back, dropped his hands to my waist, and worked to loosen the bow at the side of my wrap dress. He accomplished that and moved to the bow on the inside. He managed to get that done rather quickly and opened the fabric, exposing my nearly naked body underneath.
Trent brought his hands to my shoulders and pushed the dress over them and down my arms. When it pooled on the floor at my feet, he wrapped an arm around my waist and put a hand to my thigh. With my thighs pressed to his hips, I crossed my ankles behind his back as my shoes fell to the floor. Trent moved a few steps and set me down on the kitchen counter.
He was kissing me again, his hands roaming over my body.
Mine were doing this same to him.
No sooner did I get his shirt off when he removed my bra. I barely had a chance to appreciate his body because Trent wasted no time covering one nipple with his mouth. He sucked it in and my back arched.
My hands roamed over his shoulders, his arms, and up into his hair. It had been too long. Way too long.
And my body was more than ready.
“Trent,” I breathed.
He freed my breast and brought his mouth to mine. “Missed that, sweet cheeks. Hearing you call my name like that…missed it like crazy.”
I smiled against his lips.
“You ready for me?”
“Yes,” I rasped.
Trent lifted me clean off the counter and started moving. Within seconds, I was on my back in his bed. I moved my hands to my hips and was about to pull my panties off when he ordered, “Don’t.”
“What?”
“It’s my first time with you, Delaney,” he shared information I already knew. “Don’t deny me the privilege of sliding your panties down those
legs.”
I dropped my hands to the bed.
Trent gave me an approving look but didn’t move any closer. His eyes roamed over my body, memorizing every inch of me. I didn’t know it was possible to be this turned on without having him touch me.
Convinced I’d spontaneously combust if he didn’t get his hands or mouth on me, I lifted my arm and reached out to him. “Baby, please come here,” I pleaded.
Trent removed his jeans and settled his body over mine. He kissed me everywhere. Starting at my mouth, his tongue explored and tasted. When he’d had his fill, he moved to my jaw and down my throat. He peppered kisses all along my neck and down my chest over my breasts.
Soon enough, he moved lower. And he was far hungrier.
Gentle kisses became light nips of his teeth. He made it to the spot where the fabric of my panties sat and stopped using his mouth to inhale the scent of me. A growl escaped from the back of his throat as his fingers dug into my hips.
I watched Trent’s head lift so he could pull my panties off. With my panties gone, Trent trailed his fingers back up my leg. He leaned his body over mine, one palm pressed into the side of the bed, the other flat against my pussy. His eyes were glued to mine.
I wanted to kiss him, but he was too far away.
“Please,” I whispered, unable to breathe.
Trent moved his hand between my legs.
The air left my lungs.
One finger was inside me. I couldn’t help but moan. Another finger entered my body. Trent’s gaze stayed on me. He continued to move his fingers in and out of me.
I reached out and ran my hand along his hardened length, frustrated by the material of his boxer briefs separating us. Trent’s jaw clenched the moment my hand was on him. I brought my other hand over and worked to remove his underwear. I pushed them down his thighs, watched him spring free, and wrapped my fingers around his beautiful, hard cock.
God, I’d missed him.
“More,” I begged.
“You want me, sweet cheeks?”
“Yes.”
I lost Trent’s hand, but only so he could fully remove his boxer briefs. He started to move off to the side of the bed.
