by Ethan Egorov
“So, Tommy,” Trent said with a long sigh. “Where are you headed now?”
“Sleep,” Tommy said with a chuckle. “Tomorrow, I’ll probably focus on re-staffing the restaurant. If Rachelle was working for our enemies, it’s safe to say there are possibly others in our organization pocketing some bank on the side too. I’d rather start from scratch.”
“Well, I understand that,” Trent said, although he wasn’t really paying much attention to the restaurant right now. “I still can’t believe she could do this. I just thought she left town or something. I swear, Tommy, I had no idea she was on the take. You know me . . . I know how to pick them. Present company excluded, of course, Kristina.”
“Mhm,” Kristina said with a smart look. “Of course, Trent. If it makes you feel any better, I know how to pick them too. My client ended up being your ex-lover and a psychopath.”
Trent cleared his throat and quickly changed the subject, not wanting to upset Kristina any further.
“I don’t know about you, Tommy, but I’m famished. Why don’t you go home and let me borrow your car for a bit.”
“Just don’t fuck up the ride, would ya?”
They dropped Tommy off so he could get some rest, then Trent jingled the keys in Kristina’s direction. “Anywhere, in particular, you’d like to go, Kristina?”
“Not necessarily, though—”
“Good,” Trent said. “I’ve got something set up for us. Hope you don’t mind.”
Trent pulled up to a new hotel and wagged his eyebrows at Kristina.
“Get out.”
“What? What’s going on?”
“I think you owe me at least half a night. I think we were having a conversation before you got me shot at.”
“Oh, Trent.”
“Kristina, I know I don’t have to say it,” Trent said, getting to the point. “I know this may not work. I don’t care if it does or doesn’t at this point. I don’t want to rationalize it or be afraid of it. I just want to know that in this one life I have to live on Earth, I did everything in my power to make you the happiest woman alive. I think that if I can manage that, then I will have lived a very successful life. I’ll die a happy man, at least.”
It was all Kristina needed to hear.
“Let’s go,” she said with a wry smile.
In the elevator to their room, which Trent had already arranged to have set up, Trent wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, her feet hanging over one of his arms.
“Oh, Trent! No, you’re not.”
“Oh, yes, yes, I am. This is happening, Kristina. This should have happened years ago. I should have never let you walk out of my life to begin with. I’m not going to now. At least, not without a fight.”
Trent, still carrying Kristina in his arms, keyed into their room. “Trent . . .” Kristina gasped as they entered. “Wow. It’s all so pretty.”
The room was decorated mostly in red and black, but there were a few pinks thrown in for contrast. The king-sized bed had its own set of curtains for privacy, and it appeared there was even a massage table and free champagne and chocolate. Trent sat next to Kristina on the large bed and turned her face to his, caressing her cheek.
“Kristina . . . we’ve been through so much together. I just think this finally feels right. It’s the right time. I love you, Kristina, and I’m going to prove it to you tonight and hopefully the rest of your life.”
Trent touched the side of Kristina’s face once more and was careful to be tender with the delicate flesh that was still bruised on that side of her body. He then ran his fingers through her soft red hair and inhaled deeply. Nothing on Earth smelled as good as Kristina. Trent kissed the side of her cheek timidly and softly before moving to her lips.
“I finally feel like I’m at home with you, Kristina,” Trent said. “I feel you’re being completely honest about that, and you’ll let me have time and space to feel how I want to.”
“I will. You don’t have to do that with me.”
“You know what, Kristina?”
“What’s that?”
“I’m one lucky son of a bitch,” Trent said with a laugh. “Tommy always says that if luck be a lady, you want to treat her the best way you possibly can so she’ll stay around for longer. For me, Kristina, I think that lady’s you. You’re my luck and my love, I get the best of both worlds.”
Trent pulled Kristina to him. He pulled her loose dress up and over her head, revealing her flawless body beneath it. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kristina. I want you to know that no one could ever compare to you. Not now or ever, you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Trent,” Kristina said, practically squealing with delight. “Now come here and warm me up. We’ve got a long night of celebrating.”
Kristina
Standing there all but naked before Trent, Kristina just couldn’t help but kick herself a bit for not falling into this moment a little sooner. She made up so many excuses before about why it wouldn’t work, and she relied so much on their past as a reason for why she shouldn’t pursue it further.
But things changed. People changed. People, when they made an effort, became better versions of themselves. And it was very evident to see from all of the effort that Trent went through— to say nothing of the things Rachelle had said when she had them pinned— he had become a better man.
Yes, they would still have issues going forward. Trent could still be a little bit overbearing and insecure at times. She may not have been planning on going to New Zealand any longer, but that didn’t mean she was going to stop traveling. If anything, she hoped Trent would find the time to travel with her. And she had her own issues to work on. She needed to fight the habit of running. She needed to find the habit of committing.
But standing here, in the privacy of a hotel room with Trent, with everything behind them and with everyone safe, she knew they could work on whatever issues confronted them. She knew Trent would continue to improve, and she would continue to make an effort to make herself a better person. And because of that, she was willing to believe they might just yet have a future.
For now, though, she just wanted something she hadn’t gotten in ages— good sex.
They slowly stumbled to the bed, Trent removing her bra, and she removing his shirt. Each of them topless, they rolled around on the bed, Trent sucking on her breasts, Kristina nibbling at his neck, each of them moaning in pure heat. They lost themselves in each other entirely, and Kristina knew nothing was going to interrupt them this time. Not gunfire, not exes, not themselves— nothing.
Eventually, Trent got the greatest amount of control and held her hips as he moved down her body, leaving a trail of kisses toward her sex. He then removed her underwear, dove headfirst toward her, and started licking her clitoris.
“Oh my God, Trent,” she said.
She was so wet and so unbelievably horny, it wouldn’t take much to get her to orgasm. The thrill of having escaped a near-death experience, of being back with her old love, of having no worries, spiked her arousal more than any drug ever could. The question wasn’t if she would come, but rather how often.
Her hips quivered, her legs clenched, and her hands ran through her hair as she tried her best to relax. Even with her mind racing with delightful thoughts, there weren’t any mental blocks toward an orgasm. There wasn’t anything getting in the way of her reaching climax. And sure enough, after merely a couple minutes of him working down there, she felt that tension within her that signaled orgasm was inevitable as long as Trent kept going.
“Yes, baby, yes, don’t stop, Jesus, don’t stop, please.”
Trent more than got the picture. He increased the intensity of his work, driving Kristina up the fucking wall.
And then, right at the point of maximal tension, she came.
Her whole body rushed with warmth as her muscles spasmed and relaxed. She hadn’t had anything approaching this feeling in, well, years, and it not only took over her, but it also blew her away. It was
far better than she ever remembered, and she couldn’t believe she’d tried to push Trent away.
Oh my fucking God. Oh!
She had to physically push Trent away by the end, for his skills were almost too good and almost too pleasurable. He was too effective at it, and the pleasure became too intense. But it only took a few seconds for Kristina to regain her composure and turn back to Trent.
“You know, it’s your turn now,” she said with a wicked smile. “After what you just did to me, I think you deserve a little something in return, don’t you?”
“I mean, I don’t want to sound greedy, but—”
Kristina laughed and cut him off, sitting up and reaching for his jeans, which she quickly undid and dropped. Immediately, she had his cock in her hands, stroking and feeling it stiffen and harden in her grasp. She pushed him to the bed and went to work, sucking, stroking, and swallowing him.
She heard him moaning her name. She heard him groaning and gasping for air, saying how fucking good it felt. She heard him repeat “oh my God” over and over. But more than anything she heard or saw, she could feel the pleasure coursing through him, and the very fact he was getting off so much from this gave her all the pleasure in the world. Granted, it was a different kind of pleasure than a physical orgasm, but the pleasure of seeing her lover get off was something she thoroughly relished.
She was willing and eager to get him to climax. She knew it meant there would be a period before he was ready to go again, but that didn’t matter to her. She’d already orgasmed, and actual sex was something that would happen at some point in the evening.
But before she could get to that spot, before she could finish him, he sat up, grabbed her face, and pulled her in for a passionate, erotic kiss.
“I need to be inside you,” he said. “That’s a command, Kristina.”
“Mmm,” she said, excited to see Trent take charge.
Gone was the meek and emotional boy who said things like how he’d wait for her. Gone was that insecure little boy who put so much of his own happiness into her. Instead, here was a man whose interests and happiness aligned with hers in so many ways. Here was a man who took charge of the situation.
It was so fucking hot.
He flipped her on her back and went inside her. And just like that, with eyes wide open and jaw slacked, Kristina wrapped her arms around Trent, feeling him fill her and push inside, seemingly deeper and deeper with every thrust.
They went through a mixture of positions over the next several minutes, but the positions didn’t matter nearly as much as the reward of being with Trent. Kristina didn't exactly think as he went inside her, but she was aware of how fortunate she was to have him. She was aware of how fortunate she was just to be alive.
That was something she was not going to forget anytime soon, and it was something that started to build her toward a second orgasm.
That orgasm came when she was on all fours, looking back at Trent’s abs flexing in and out as he pounded into her. His face was contorted with grunts and strains, and she knew that he wasn’t that far off from orgasming either. The physical sight, the emotional reward, and the knowledge she was getting him off all pushed her to a second orgasm. She buried her head into the pillow, screamed, and shook.
It was only after she came down from her own orgasm that she realized Trent, too, was coming. His cock was quivering inside of her, and his groans were filling the air loudly. He kept thrusting violently, all but slamming his hips into her, trying to expel the last of his seed. She murmured his name, encouraging him on and on. She begged for him to keep pushing until he could push no more.
And when he finally finished, when he finally pulled out and collapsed to the bed, when Kristina finally cuddled up on him and kissed him on the cheek, she knew he had given all of himself to her, and she to him.
“Damn,” Trent said with a pleasantly exhausted chuckle. “I’m not going to forget that anytime soon.”
Kristina couldn’t help but laugh. And why shouldn’t she laugh? For all she had been through, for everything to culminate with such a simple, orgasm-riddled statement like that, it was a little bit funny. Unexpected, but funny all the same.
“I don’t think I will either,” she said.
The two lay there in silence for some time, happy to let the moment speak for itself. It wasn’t too much of a surprise to Kristina that Trent was the one to eventually speak, but his words did put her just a smidge on edge.
“So what now?” he said. “I mean, I know you and I are going to try this again. But what’s next for you? Are you planning on going to New Zealand?”
“Oh, that?” she said, petting his face. “Nah. I’d like to go, but I’m thinking instead of going for a job or to get away from something, I think I’d rather go with you.”
Trent smiled, drawing a kiss from the love of his life.
“But as far as what’s actually next? I can’t say I’ve thought that far ahead if I’m being honest. I know I have a set of skills that needs to get put to use in the future. I know you are going to someday have your own family business. I know we are madly in love with each other. But other than that? I don’t know.”
“Well—”
“But, you know what?” Kristina said, continuing right past Trent’s concern. “That’s perfectly fine with me. We don’t need to have everything planned out. We’ve done so much planning this year, Trent. Planning family business. Planning celebrations. Planning hotel stays. Why don’t we just take a break for a bit? Let life happen; however, it may.”
She was speaking on a bit of a whim. These weren’t necessarily thoughts she had seriously contemplated. But the more she said the words out loud, the more she realized the value in them. Life had gotten a bit overly complicated. Maybe it was best to just remain in town for a bit.
Besides, if nothing else, Antonio and Tommy would love to have her stick around. She needed to go and see Pop Salvatore while he was still alive. And she needed to stop running. She was pretty sure that was going to be the case anyway, but she just needed to practice what she believed.
She needed to prove she could stay in one place.
“I like the sound of that,” Trent said, leaning up to kiss her. “And you know what else I really liked the sound of?”
“What’s that?”
“I really liked that you said we are madly in love with each other. Because sometimes, I wonder if it’s just me. But I have the security of knowing that you love me as I love you, Kristina. We’ve come a long, long way since our youthful days, and you know what? I’m not going to let those days get lost again. I’m going to hold on to you forever.”
“Aww, Trent.”
No longer did such words scare her. In fact, they invigorated her. They gave her hope. They gave her a reason to stay in town, to stay near the Salvatores.
“You are right, Trent. I love you.”
“And I love you, Kristina.”
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