Always the One, page 12
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“Because I am one of the only people who can handle your crap. I know you inside and out, Trey Adams.”
“You really love me, Trey? You weren’t just saying that to make me forgive you, were you?” she says, standing from the couch, pulling away from me completely. Standing over me, she looks down, her look questioning me.
“No, baby, I said it because I mean it. I’ve loved you since the day we became best friends and today I am a man in love with you.” Falling in love with Shayla wasn’t hard and saying it wasn’t as scary as I thought loving someone would be. Being within reach of me, I pull her down so she can sit sideways on my lap.
“You’re my woman, and I want to love and protect you. I’m sorry for making you upset tonight, baby,” I say again, ending our fight with my one last apology.
“I know you are. I accept your apology.”
I feel my body relax, my chest not as tight and my jaw relaxing. I was wound tight, torn up inside from all the fighting. I know damn well if we were a couple without any history at all, we would have ended things right here and now, but history is just that—history. Shay and I have a long history and walking away isn’t always as simple as it sounds.
“Can I tell you something? About my mom, something I’ve never told anyone?” I ask sincerely. Talk through it, Trey, tell her.
“Anything.” I help stand her up and then switch places, so now I’m on the couch. I pull her into my lap to straddle my waist. She willingly sits down and waits patiently for me to talk.
On an exhale, I start talking. “That day—my graduation.” She nods. “I found a letter in my dad’s office. It was to him…from my mother.” Her eyes instantly sadden, and I take a moment to absorb her sympathy. Most people don’t crave it but I welcome her pity. I will accept and take her any way she will give me. Happy, sad, angry, fucking pity—I don’t care, I want all her feelings and I want them for me.
“Go ahead, Trey. Open up to me.” She grabs my hand and places it against her heart. I feel the strong beat thump and pulse against my hand. The strength of a thousand men pump through her chest and straight into my veins, igniting my willpower to continue.
“I almost ignored it, my hands hovered above it for what felt like hours. Finally, I couldn’t take it and had to know what it said. Something was wielding me to open the fucking thing and read it. So, I did.” I push hard against the wave of tears that want to fall, swallowing past the dry lump. I clear my throat. “It was her good-bye letter. The one she wrote my dad the day she left him.”
She doesn’t interrupt me, but she does tighten her hand around mine, which still sits above her heart.
“The letter said a bunch of terrible things. She said how much she pretended to love my dad, until something better came along. How she despised him for his lack of trying to make a better life for himself. Shit, that told me then why he did what he did when he found his way as an entrepreneur.” I take my other hand and busy it on her bare thigh, her warm, satin skin feeling good against my palm. “At the end of the letter she said she regretted having me, and that I shouldn’t have been born, because it pushed her and him apart even more. She blamed me, Shay.” I let myself feel, let the pain rip at my heart.
Dropping my hand, she clasps my face in her delicate ones. “Trey! That isn’t true. My God that isn’t true. Please don’t tell me you believed her?”
“Obviously I did, since it’s causing me to have such a fucking problem with trust and jealousy.” I am not telling her this so she will excuse my behavior, I’m telling her this so she can understand it and I can accept it, to help me move on.
“It’s not true, Trey. She left on her own. Your mother and my mother could be best friends, I swear.” Shay’s mom didn’t walk out, but she did become an absentee parent, so she has an inkling of what I am going through. “Our mothers live in the world of narcissism, they think they are perfect and deserve noting but the best. She left because she was a selfish human who didn’t have a heart big enough to love someone as amazing as you and Pops.” She leans in and kisses the tip of my nose, I feel like a child, craving a love I missed out on when I was younger. Shay is the nurturing type. I swear she will be the best fucking mother.
“That’s something I need to realize and work on, Shay, but I can only do it with time and your help. I will never act like that in front of Evan again,” I make a promise to her, sealing it with a kiss.
“I will help you, as a lover and a friend, I will help you.”
Her words are my undoing, drawing me into her. My lips connect to hers and a bolt of electricity shoots through my body, waking me the fuck up. I feel my cock slowly growing hard. Tilting her head, to tangle our tongues, we battle for dominance, hungry for one another. I drag my lips away and kiss down her cheek before giving her neck some attention. “Mhmm.” I don’t stop kissing on her. I want to leave my mark on her neck and claim her with my brand.
“Make love to me.” She moans, her head tilted and her neck open to me. She is still sitting astride me, grinding herself against me.
My lips come to a halt, and I’m almost sure I didn’t hear her correctly. Did she just ask me to make love to her? No way. I must be so turned on, and still reeling from our fight, that I’m imagining her offering me the one thing I would kill to have.
“What’d you say?”
She chuckles and repeats herself. “I’m in love with you too, Trey, and I’m ready to give myself to you completely. Make love to me?”
Hell yes, I’m not just dreaming. This is happening.
“Are you sure? I mean if you feel I need this, I don’t.” Instantly, I wish I could reach out into the air in front of me and grab the words back, before she could have the chance to hear them. Observing her face, my words obviously stung her. She thinks I’m telling her I don’t want her, yeah fucking right. I want to rip her clothes off and bend her ass over the couch and fuck her into oblivion. But I don’t want her to think it’s something she has to do to please me or keep me satisfied.
“Baby, baby, look at me.” I move back slightly and take her face in my hands. “All I meant was that I don’t want you to give yourself to me because you think we need to after our fight, or that I need it in order for you to keep me. I can wait as long as needed. I just don’t want you to do it if you aren’t ready.”
She gives me a doe-eyed look and asks me in a voice barely above a whisper, “Do you want to? I mean, are you ready?”
“Are you kidding?” I dissolve into a small laugh. She can’t be serious. “Yeah, I’m more than ready. If I could, I would make love to you whenever I have the chance. Making love to you will become my favorite pastime.” Her face flushes a soft shade of pink.
“What if I’m not good at it? You know I’m a virgin, obviously. But you’ve been with tons of women, probably all Barbie doll vixens, and here I am the inexperienced virgin. What if you hate it?”
This can’t be a conversation that we’re going to indulge in, is it? I know I have insecurities, but she’s a damn ten. Shit, a twenty. I’m the only one who should be worried. Her being insecure pisses me off, honestly.
“I’ve been with a lot of women, yes. I’m not going to lie or try to hide that from you, but none of those women have had my heart. This will be the first time I’ve made love, and if I have it my way, you will be the only one I ever make love to.” My words ignite a fire; she wraps her arms around my neck and thighs tighten their grip against mine. Our lips lock and we lose ourselves, kissing each other with such an intensity I don’t think I can go slow.
“I fucking want you. I want to show you how amazing it will feel,” I rasp into her neck
then flip us over so she is under me and I’m laid out over her tight little body. Leaning up, I balance myself on my knees then reach behind my head and pull my shirt off. I swear I’ll never get tired of the way she looks at me when she’s turned on. It really is a sight.
Tossing the shirt to the ground, I spread her legs and readjust myself to kneel between her open legs. Rubbing my hands up and down her thighs, I let her give me some attention. Her hands start roaming over my stomach, gently grazing the grooves of my hips that disappear under my jeans.
“You like what you see, baby?”
“You’re like a god.”
Well, that is a boost to my ego. Shit.
“Wait until you feel me inside of you, when these hips move against yours.” My sweet girl blushes, her innocence sexy as hell. Knowing I’m going to be her first, only, and last, is incredible. Not only will I teach her these things, but I’ll also share this with her.
“Unbutton them, babe.” She looks unsure. “It’s me and you, baby.” Instantly, she’s back with me. I cover her hand with mine and drag it down my stomach, and when it gets to the button of my pants, I can’t do anything but look at her. I want to watch her reaction to everything that we do, all of her firsts. She looks like a goddess. My goddess, laid out under me like a personal feast. Her red hair that reminds me of a damn sunset—yeah, I said sunset, like a corny, lovesick bastard—fans out around her. Her green eyes are darker and hazy, like she already had an orgasm. I want to speed up the process, but if I did I would miss all the beautiful things she does that get her close to ecstasy.
Gazing down at her through hooded eyes, she unbuttons my pants and slides my zipper down. Then I’m claiming her lips once more as I bring my body down to hers. We’re a tangled mess of limbs, tongue, and teeth, fighting for power over each other. Knowing we both need the control. Getting as close as humanly possible.
A low moan rumbles through me when I squeeze her left tit in my hand, where it fits perfectly, like a glove. She was made for me.
“I love you,” she whispers, timidly stopping her hands at the waistband of my briefs.
“I love you, baby. Now show me what you want.” Nodding her head, Shayla’s soft palm and long, thin fingers wrap around my dick. I growl like a beast, it feels like heaven. Her tiny hands can’t wrap all the way around me. My animalistic instincts becoming heightened at the thought.
“Oh, fuck, baby. That feels amazing.” I pull the thin straps of her nighty down enough for her breasts to pop out, and I latch my mouth onto her nipple.
“Trey, baby, uhh.” Her moans fuel me on even more, and right when I’m about to remove her nighty the rest of the way, I hear Mr. Cock-block himself.
“Need a rubber? Just kidding, get the fuck off my sister, fucker.” Shayla pulls her hand from my briefs like her hand caught fire and she shuffles back on the couch. I turn my body to the door and cover her from Kingston’s and Lana’s eyes.
“Seriously, bro? Get out of here!” I grab the closest pillow and throw it at him before he has the chance to dodge it. It hits him square in the face. Serves you right, dick.
I’m not only horny, but now I’m also irritated that he may have ruined tonight. Or maybe he really helped me come to my senses. I’m not going to make love to my girl, on a couch after a fight, for her first time. That would’ve happened if I weren’t trying to be the new Trey, if it was someone I wasn’t in love with.
My eyes scorn him as he and Lana laugh their way into her bedroom. I turn my body to Shay when I hear the door in the hallway close. Time for a cold shower.
“Oh my God, how embarrassing. My brother just caught me red-handed. Literally.” She blushes, her wide eyes drifting down to my crotch.
“Yeah, he did. Let’s go get ready for bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” I stand up and go for my shirt that I discarded onto the floor.
“For bed? But what about—”
She stops abruptly, and I turn to look at her. Her hair is a mess and her nighty is hanging off one shoulder. I have to fight the urge to say fuck it and draw her back into me. She’s biting her lip; I can see the thoughts roaming around in her head, probably finding a thousand false reasons as to why I’m stopping us.
“What, baby?” I ask, pushing her to continue.
“Aren’t we going to, you know, have sex?” She whispers sex like it’s a bad word, obviously worried her brother might hear her, only solidifying my plan to hold off for another time.
“Not tonight, beautiful. We have a huge road trip ahead of us, and you need to get that beautiful ass in bed. I’ll be the big spoon.” I wink at her.
“Is it something I did? Did I mess up? Was I too sloppy? I’m sorry. I should’ve been more prepared. I didn’t have any experience before you, I mean you’re the first guy I’ve ever even kissed.” She’s babbling, and I’m afraid if she doesn’t stop and take a breath, her head is going to pop off.
Rushing to her, I bring her body flush against mine. “Baby, baby, no. Not at all. Seriously. You think you’re the problem?” She nods slightly and puts her head down. I pick her up and she grabs onto my shoulders when we start moving toward the bedroom. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I walk us slowly to the bench at the foot of her bed, turning her so she’s straddling me. The heat radiating from between her legs, and the enticement of her beautiful pussy, is daring me to ravage her.
Her eyes finally settle on me, searching them, she wants to know if I’m going to say something or if she should start first. I think it’s safe to say I should do the talking, make up for my shitty explanation in the other room.
“You can never do anything wrong. I’m confident enough to say that you may be the only woman that can cause a man to come with just a laugh. That, baby, is how perfect you are.”
“Please, you’re just saying that because you feel bad for me.” Her room is dark but the light coming in from the city illuminates her face. Her head is bowed still, and I don’t like how she is ashamed, she should never hang her head in shame or embarrassment around me.
“Hey, pretty girl. Look at me.” She waits a second and then finally gives in, giving me her eyes. God, even in the dark I can see those beautiful green irises.
“You feel this spot right here?” I ask, grazing the spot below her ear.
“Yeah.” She nods, curiosity splayed on her face. I lean in, kissing the spot I just touched, adding soft licks. Her taste, mixed with flowers from her perfume, makes me moan.
“Trey,” she huffs.
“That spot makes me want to leave my mark.” Leaning back I lightly kiss her, biting her bottom lip, seeking approval for access.
“You see these lips?” This time she doesn’t need to answer, I finish for her. “These lips”—I kiss her again with a sweep of my tongue, making contact with hers—“they make me hard. They make me want more of your taste.” Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I know she’s leaving all insecurities back on that couch.
“These legs, you see them?” Biting her lip, she nods. “They make me want to get lost, they make me want to wrap them around my waist and lose myself in you for hours, days. Shit, I’d stay there forever if I could.”
“You’re obsessed with me, you should get help.” She’s trying to hide her arousal with a sense of humor. That’s cute…nice try.
Reaching around her, I place both my hands on her round ass. “You see this ass?” I haven’t broken my trance; no smile has passed over my face. I’m as serious as they come, she’s gonna fucking kill me just by being everything she is.
“How could I miss it? The thing is huge,” she retorts. I bring one hand back and then return it quickly, giving her a slap that makes her yelp and grind against me.
“This thing makes me want to spank it whenever you get insecure or sassy.” She starts grinding harder on me, trying to find friction, and it feels so fucking good.
“Got it, woman? You’re fucking gorgeous and you have no idea how much it turns me on to know you’re inexperienced, fucking untouched. Because that means I get all of your firsts and it saves a ton of people.”
She stills a little, but keeps up a light friction against my hardness. “Saves a ton of people from what?”
“From me kicking their asses, because you, baby, are mine. Always. No other man can touch what’s mine.”
“I love you, Trey,” she says, grinding harder against me and moving my hands to her hips. I help her and start dragging her against me.
“Yeah, does that feel good, baby? You’re so sexy,” I say, watching her. She’s so intoxicating when she’s about to come. Her neck reddens, her cheeks flush pink, her lips part slightly, and her tight nipples peak hard on her perky tits. That’s what all my wet dreams are made of, this fucking Aphrodite in front of me.
“Come on me, baby, come against my cock. You feel how big it is, how much I want you. Come, beautiful.” Throwing her head back, I cover her mouth with my hand, silencing her strangled moans. She’s moaning so loud I know it didn’t do much. I’m sure she woke the whole apartment building.
“I can’t wait until you come like that on my dick, baby.”
“I can’t wait until you make love to me.” She swallows back a shy grin, confessing the sweetest truth.
“It’ll be like nothing you can imagine, beautiful,” I stroke her cheek with my thumb, looking her face over one more time. “Now hop up and go shower. I’m gonna run to my apartment and grab a shower and bring my bags here, we leave at five a.m.” She rolls her eyes in annoyance and grunts at the thought.
“Why are we leaving so early?” she huffs the question, removing her nighty and letting it fall on the vintage white chair by her bathroom door.
“Because we only have two days to get there, and I don’t want to make that trip in one day, do you?” I challenge her as she looks over her shoulder. She doesn’t break eye contact as she unhooks her bra. Her seductive gaze putting me right back in the mindset I was in a second ago, when she was grinding on me. I need to leave, and I need to do it quickly, or this road trip can say sayonara.
“Babe, quit looking at me like that and march that pretty round ass into that shower. I’ll be back.” I begrudgingly tear my eyes off of her and force myself out of her room. I wish tomorrow would hurry up; I want my girl to myself.
