“I know. Thank you. And you need sleep, I’ll worry about what we bring to Mom’s house.”
***
After Trey insisted on following Charlotte back to her apartment, he kissed her sweetly on the head and tucked her into bed. It took no time at all for her to drift off to sleep, a sleep filled with dreams of Trey and his mouth.
Eight hours later, the scents of chocolate and peanut butter stirred her from her near coma. Stumbling out into the kitchen, Charlotte stood wide eyed and mouth gaping. Not because the most beautiful cake she’d ever seen sat on her counter. No, it was because Trey sat at her table, shirtless, hand feeding Weasley a spoon of peanut butter.
“What’s going on here?”
“I hope you don’t mind. I figured I already got one of your pussy’s to love me, I should work on the other as well.” Trey stroked the cat’s head, then scratched his chin, and to everyone’s shock, Weasley leaned into the affections.
“Holy shit, he’s never been that nice to anyone but me. Not even the ladies at the shelter.” As she went to sit in the chair next to Trey, he wrapped one arm around her waist and drew her onto his lap. Giggling, she kissed him on the cheek, then leaned into nuzzle Weasley’s neck. “You know peanut butter is really bad for cats. Makes them gain weight.”
They both stared at the already pudgy cat and laughed.
“Well, I had to win him over somehow.”
“And what is that?” Charlotte tilted her head toward the cake.
Trey wiggles his eyebrows up and down. “That is my secret weapon.”
“Feels like there is a story there.” Settling back against his hard chest, Charlotte felt something else hard growing beneath her ass.
“You bet there is. It is my dad’s secret recipe, handed down from generation to generation in my family. Father to son. When one of the Scott men gets in trouble with his special lady or mama, he just whips up one of these beauties, and all is forgiven. I perfected the recipe in my teens.”
Leaning in, Trey kissed up Charlotte’s neck, leaving her breathless and restless. She squirmed in his lap and he groaned. God, she wanted him between her legs so badly.
“Didn't you say something earlier about needing a shower?”
All she could do was nod.
“Need some help with that?”
Indecision warred in her head. She bit down on her lip, on the one hand, yes, she desperately wanted him in the shower with her. Getting her dirty then cleaning her up. But on the other, she still worried about him leaving again. She’d already handed over so much of her heart to the man. If they had sex now, she knew the rest wouldn’t be far behind.
Her hesitation apparently answered his question. “It’s okay, sugar. I’ll gain your trust again. And when I do, I’m going to give you three orgasms for every night I spent away from you. You might need to take some vacation time.”
Together, they rose from the table, cleaning up the dishes from Trey’s day spent baking. Right as she was about to head to the shower, Trey stopped her. “I almost forgot. I promised to bring you a fire extinguisher, and I did.” He opened the cabinet below her sink and produced a good sized red canister, complete with a white bow tied to the nozzle. Trey showed her how it worked, then placed it back. “While you were sleeping, I did some snooping and realized you don’t have a fire escape on your apartment. That’s against city violations. Did the landlord provide you with a collapsible ladder in case of a fire?”
Charlotte held back her laugh. The landlord had barely showed up to sign the lease, let alone provided her with anything in the way of safety equipment. “No, but in the three years I’ve lived here, there has never been anything close to a fire. And I make sure all the batteries in my smoke detectors are fresh. You don’t have to worry so much.”
She turned and headed back to the bathroom, feeling Trey’s stare on her backside the whole way. Truth was, his concern warmed her just as much as the obvious ogling. Being cared for and worried over wasn’t something Charlotte had ever experienced. Criticized, yes. But that wasn’t the same. She wanted to roll over and bask in the glow Trey instantly brought in her.
If only he would tell her what was going on that he felt she needed protecting from.
