Trent
IWASN’T SURE WHICHwas worse. Using Ashrika to enact sexual fantasies that had lain dormant for years, or not telling her the truth. She’d call me an arrogant asshole once—well, more than once and now I felt like one. Yet, somehow I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered, was that she was back where she belonged—in my arms. Some might argue that I was fucked up in the way I went about it. No matter. They could call me whatever the fuck they wanted. My wife was here, with me. Naked, sated, and mine for the taking.
Only one small problem stood in my way. Zayne. How would he react knowing I’d achieved what he thought would never happen? Seriously? Was I goading? I suddenly felt like I was Nicky’s age. Zayne trusted me with his wife and I was acting like it was my first schoolboy crush.
Shaking my head, I glanced at Ashrika’s sleeping form. With her head on a pillow next to mine, her face turned away from me, she rested on her stomach, one hand over my chest. I shifted onto my side and ran my fingers through her thick, long hair splayed out over her back, wondering if this was the right time to tell her the truth. Then I thought of all the other people I’d impact if I was rash. My kids. Zayne. Ashrika. Her father. Admittedly, I’d gone about this in the wrong way. I should’ve told her the truth before that first kiss, better still, the first day I laid eyes on her.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath.
“It can’t be that bad. I’m still here,” her sleepy voice cut through my reflections with her eyes closed. “Who’s got your balls in a twist?”
I grinned “You.”
“Me?” Her brows creased but her lids remained shut then she laughed. “I must have some potent magic then if I’m doing it in my sleep.”
“You have no idea.”
Her eyes opened. Even in her drowsy state, I could see them smiling. “Want to talk about it?”
How often had I dreamed of this exact moment? Waking up next to her smiling face, her eyes brilliant with sleep. Then I would remember she wasn’t coming back. And when I accepted it would always remain a memory, fate brings her back to me—only, I can’t talk about it. Because the woman next to me needed new memories. It would be unfair on her to remind her of what used to be, like telling her to remember someone else’s life.
“Nothing important,” I whispered at length.
She arched a brow at me and before I could gauge her intent, she rolled me onto my back and straddle me. I laughed when she leaned forward and nipped my chin. Yet again, I was reminded of the familiarity between us, like the last couple of years had never happened. She moved to cover me with her body, and I slipped my arms around her waist.
“Did I tell you what a sexy man you are?” She rolled a finger over the tattoo on my arm, up my shoulder and along my chin, finally stopping to trace the shape of my lips.
“Actually, you didn’t.” I grinned. “Promise me nothing will change between us,” it was out before I could stop myself.
She frowned and lifted her head slightly. “I can’t make that promise right now.”
My emotions splintered with the pain of the past, the happiness of the present and the improbability of the future. I had to let it go. For her. For me and for us. “Then, I’ll take the next best thing,” I teased. At her frown, I winked and slid her to my side, rolled her to face her away from me and rested her back against my chest. I caressed the dip of her waist, the arch of her hip and the curve of her ass, stopping when my fingers touched the plug. “I’m going to take your tight little virgin hole. Can I?” I sucked on her neck, biting down until she whimpered. I’d fucked her hard barely two hours ago and considered she might be sore.
“Please,” she moaned her consent.
Hooking one of her legs over mine, opened her pussy to my touch. I rolled the pads of two fingers over her clit and she jerked. I slipped my index finger into her pussy while keeping my thumb on her clit. “Fuck, you’re soaking, sweetheart.”
“Please, Trent, I want you to fuck me. No foreplay.”
I stilled my fingers, needing no further encouragement. I shifted from under her, laying her on her back and moved between her spread legs. She stared up at me, her dark hair spread out around her flushed body. Her cheeks a pink hue from expectation, her nipples rosy from my hard sucks. I watched her face as I withdrew the plug from her ass. Her eyes flared slightly as her plump lips parted on a soft moan when it slipped free.
“You okay?”
“Yes. I’ll be a lot better with you inside me.”
Laughing, I reached for the bottle of lube on the bedstand and worked the thick liquid in and around her rear. She moaned when my finger pressed in lightly. “You like that?”
“Oh, God yes,” she moaned louder when I added more lube and pushed in deeper. “Trent, please.”
I pulled out my finger, applied lube to my cock and moved over her. Supporting my body on one hand, I guided my cock to her pussy with the other and rolled it over her clit. When she arched up, I pulled back slightly and slid the head toward her ass. Slowly, I eased in, loving the way her pussy dripped in anticipation, soaking her tight hole. I reveled in the look of pure awe painting her face, the way she ran the tip of her tongue over her lips and bit down on the plump flesh.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful, Ash.”
Her whimpers and moans sheared through my remaining shreds of control. I wanted to take it slow, to tease her to the brink, but I couldn’t wait. In one quick move, I buried myself to the hilt. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. I was gripped by the tightest, sexiest hole my cock ever had the pleasure to know.
