Always the One, page 19
part #1 of Always and Forever Series
“You’re so tight and warm.” He starts thrusting into me harder, after a few moments of letting me adjust to him.
“You feel that pressure, baby? Feel how fucking tight you are?” I moan a loud yes, because I can. I feel so full and I still feel like we aren’t close enough. I want to be wrapped up in him.
“My cock was made for you, and no other man will ever be able to relieve that ache. You know why?” he asks on a hard thrust, causing me to respond in a rushed breath.
“Why?” I’m all sensation, my toes curling, my eyes rolling, my core burning from his thick invasion.
“Because you’re fucking mine, and no man will ever take you because I’m not ever going to let you go.” This is too erotic. Things like that shouldn’t make me so turned on, but they do. There is something so sexy about a man wanting you so selfishly, just because you exist. I’m the essence of his entire being.
“Trey, I’m yours! Oh, Trey!”
“That’s right, baby. Say my name, let everyone know you’re mine!” He pounds harder, making the headboard bang hard against the wall, I know the neighbors can hear us, and I don’t care. I finally gain control and open my eyes to watch him. His mouth is slightly agape and he’s watching himself enter me. The way I’m tilted gives me a view of us joined together, he’s covered in my arousal and liquefies my insides. I look back up and watch the tip of his tongue touch his upper lip, he can’t stop watching us and it’s intoxicating. Reaching down, he flicks my clit and I come on impact. I feel him expanding and know he’s chasing his release.
“Fill me, Trey. Take what’s yours.” I don’t know where that came from, but it’s all he needs as he comes inside of me, planting himself deep as he finds his release.
Trey
“SHIT.” MY LUNGS FIGHT to get a full breath of air. That shit was fucking wild. My animal instincts were on high alert, I wanted to claim her like a beast when she started all that talk about us possibly breaking up, I didn’t like that one damn bit.
“I know. That was insane. You almost broke me that time.” We laugh in unison. I stand up and flop down next to her, scooting up I put my back against the headboard, the metal bars cooling my heated skin. Grabbing her weightless form off the bed, I adjust her so she’s straddling me. Her hair is still tied back in a messy do; I reach back and remove the tie that’s holding it up. Once it’s free, her hair cascades around her shoulders and it’s a sight. Her burgundy hair reminds me of the temptress she is, but her green eyes and pouty lips show me her angelic side. My perfect mix of temptation and redemption.
“I couldn’t break something that was made to take me.” Her hips are round and wide, like an hourglass, the waist on my woman is so small, and my big hands look damn sexy running across her tight stomach. I’ve never paid this much attention to a woman’s body, but I’ve never seen a body that is this close to a work of art.
“I need to make a call to the studio. Why don’t you go enjoy a bath, and I’ll come see you in a minute?” I tell her with as much enthusiasm as I can muster. I don’t want to lose this connection. Her eyes shimmer and excitement rolls across her face, she loves baths, it’s her favorite thing in the world, besides me of course.
“Oh, okay. Is something wrong there?” Shay’s a nurturer, always worried and making sure I’m okay and that nothing is wrong.
“Oh no, everything’s fine. I just wanna make sure that we’re on schedule with recording,” I reassure her with the touch of my thumb to her soft chin.
“Okay, yeah sure. Don’t take too long.” Standing, I watch her hips sway and her ass beckons me to grab it, give it a little smack, turn it pink. I resist the urge for now.
I hear the bath start and listen to her softly hum a song. I gave it to my woman good, and now she’s songful and sated. I finally drag my feet off the bed and go in search for my phone that’s somewhere in our pile of clothes we ripped from each other. The thought makes me smirk. I hear the chime of a text message and reach toward the sound. I find Shayla’s phone, it’s lit up with a message alert. I pick it up, getting ready to go hand it to her, when I see the message.
Evan: Hey, gorgeous. I hope you’re having fun in Park City, not missing me too much I hope ;D! Anyway, I just spoke to the board and the photo shoot was a hit! They are going to offer us $500,000 to open two new locations. We did it! We’re a great team, beautiful! Dinner on me when you get back.
I feel my skin crawling. My blood’s boiling and I’m ready to kill. Who does this rich fuck think he is calling my girlfriend beautiful and gorgeous? I don’t know what to do. I don’t want her to see me pissed. It’s not her fault; this boy just needs to be taught how to be a gentleman. I throw on my briefs and try to center myself. I sit on the bed and take a few deeps breaths, attempting to rein in my anger. The feeling of not being in control swallows me whole; trying to stay calm is nearly impossible where she’s concerned. Especially when some chump is trying to move in on my woman.
Breathe, Trey, he doesn’t have her, you do.
I say this over and over in my head. I’ll be paying him a visit when I get home, remind him of who I am and where he needs to spend his energy, and it isn’t on Shayla. I will do it with as much restraint as I can, talk to him man to man, no low blows or dick remarks. Just a simple, please be professional.
That’s not my natural instinct, no, that would be to kick his ass. But, I need to be the new Trey, the rational and calm Trey. I think the comments he made in the text solidify my reasoning. Why doesn’t he say he will take Lana and her out? Double-checking the message, I shake my head. Why wasn’t Lana in that text? I mean he could have sent it separate. Honestly, I fucking doubt it.
But, I promised that I wouldn’t act childish, so my intention is just opposite of that, man to man…man to man.
Composing myself, I walk into the bathroom. My heartbeat instantly slows and I’m centered when I see her looking up at me with a soft smile and doe eyes.
“Are they on schedule?” She’s playing with the bubbles, swirling her fingers on the surface of the water.
“Oh, yeah.” I cough, my voice growing dry and hoarse. “Everything’s fine, your phone chimed. I thought I’d bring it to you,” I lie, I will call the studio tomorrow. I’m too angered to have a business call and it isn’t so urgent that it can’t wait.
“Who is it?” she questions, looking completely unfazed, while my anger was unraveling just moments ago.
“No idea, I didn’t check,” I lie again.
“Thanks. Can you hand me that hand towel so I can check it?” I grab the cloth and hand it to her. Once she’s made sure her hands are dry, I hand her the phone and leave the room quickly. I can’t see the way she reacts to that message; it might make me go completely psychotic if I do. I can trust her, there’s no doubt there. But this Evan character must be stupid or have a death wish to be talking to her like that. Shay is too naïve to think anything of that message, she isn’t interested, so to her it’s just a normal message. I, however, am a dude and I know his intentions and they couldn’t be any louder if they were plastered on a billboard with flashing neon letters.
“Trey!” Shayla hollers for me. Taking a deep breath, I plaster a fake smile on my face, entering the bathroom again.
“Yeah, Shayla.” I look up from my phone. Fuck me sideways, Goddamn! Standing in the middle of the tub, her slick, tight body is covered in bubbles, parts of her body peaking out. Her pussy and nipples getting my direct attention.
“Aren’t you going to join me?” I’m about to say yes to her soapy body when I hear a pounding on the hotel door. She shrieks, sinking back into the water.
“Stay in here. I’ll get rid of whoever this is and I’ll come get some soapy cuddles.”
I throw on my jeans, leaving the button and zipper undone. I don’t plan on making small talk with the person banging on our door, rather annoyed that the hotel staff is bothering us right now.
“Lana?” I’m shocked when I see her crying face and slumped form in front of me. “What’s wrong?”
“I fought with Kings and I have nowhere else to go.” She walks straight into my arms, forcing me to wrap my arms around her.
“Lana, is that you?” I look over my shoulder, releasing Lana so Shayla can see her better.
“Shay, I’m sorry. I know we just talked about this, but I couldn’t do it. He’s so upset, Shay. So upset.” She looks tortured, attempting to tell us what happened.
Shayla rushes to us, covered in her silk robe, and takes Lana in her arms, worry etched on her makeup free face. “Where is he?”
Through a shuttering sob she replies, “He’s still in the room, but I had to get out. Please go see him. I feel fucking terrible.” She sobs harder.
“Lana, I can send Trey. Let me be here for you,” Shayla tries to console her.
“No, Shay, we can talk later. He was fucking torn up, I worry about him being alone and I don’t think he will listen to anyone. Please.” I can see the struggle Shayla is facing. So badly wanting to ignore her wishes, but he shouldn’t be alone and she has a point. I won’t be able to talk him down when he’s emotional like this; Kingston’s not that kind of guy. He will be more apt to talk to Shayla first.
I watch her search Lana’s face a few more seconds, then yield to her wants. “L, I promise I’ll come back and talk to you, I promise.” She nods and then Shay looks to me.
“You got her?” She looks to me, and I know she wishes she could be in both places at once.
“Yes, go be with Kings. I’ll hold down the fort here.”
She slips her feet into her boots, looking both adorable and flustered with her silk robe and knee-high boots. She kisses my cheeks, and I watch her take off down the hall, making sure she makes it into King’s room. I close the door and turn to Lana.
“Come on.” I head over to the sitting area next to the fireplace; her shaking is terrible, I need to help get her warm.
I pick up my shirt and slip it back on. “Look at us.”
She smiles at me and wipes her hand under her red, swollen nose.
“What in the world are we going to do? I swear, L, we are crazy,” I state honestly. Because we are, L and I both have had love in our life tainted or spoiled by rotten things, abuse, lack of love…all that rolled into one. No wonder we can’t get our emotions under control and decide what we want or how we’re gonna do it.
“Yeah, I don’t know what we’re going to do. But at least you and Shay are together. Congrats, by the way.”
It makes me feel a little selfish to be excited about our relationship, while she and Kingston have mad shit they need to figure out.
“It’s not all peaches and cream over here either. I still have fears and deep-seated issues living inside of me.” I pull her into my side, wrapping her in a throw blanket, rubbing up and down her arms to help speed up the warming process.
“What do you mean? You two seem mad about each other. Not to mention she forgave you for getting that tattoo. No warning was given to me when I saw Kingston did the same thing.” She sniffles and lays her head on my shoulder. My tattoo was subtle, Shayla forgiving me was way easier, that’s a given. Now Kings, on the other hand, is fucking screwed, he got Lana’s name tattooed in big cursive letters across his lower abdomen. That’s a bit more extreme in my book.
“Pops is right, you two need to be sent to the loony bin.” She winks at up at me,
Pop’s observation is pretty damn accurate. Kings and I are very different men than we were just a few short months ago. We’ve both been with an unsettling amount of women, trying to avoid relationships as long as we could. This whole new commitment and love version of us is still shocking to me at times, especially Kings, he loves the ladies.
“Hey, you two don’t make it easy on us, you know?” I counter, her and Shay like the cat and mouse game, they knew the game they were playing. We can’t help the fact that they changed something in us; something that was too broken it almost took all of us in the wreckage.
“Oh really. How so?”
“Let’s start out with how gorgeous you two are. We’re very lucky.” I see the straight line of her lips crack into a small smirk. It’s working, distraction and complimenting, the perfect diversion, because women like shit like that, right?
“Then to top it off, you two are the most hardworking, smart, and beyond talented women we know. So there, it’s your fault, fancy pants.” She grips my knee tight and squeezes it until I twitch and shout mercy.
“Ow, you turd. Truth hurts, doesn’t it?” I rub at my knee, mocking pain while she stares at the fire, all traces of her laughter gone.
“Do you miss your mom, Trey?” Where in the hell did that come from? I don’t like talking about my mom. Shay and my dad are about the extent of the people I talk about my mom to, and sometimes they have to coerce it out of me. Not wanting to be a total dick, I open up to her.
“Honestly, I don’t know if I do. It’s hard to see past the anger, and I don’t think we made enough memories or spent enough time together. Can you miss something you truly never had?” That’s a rhetorical question and it’s one I can’t believe I never thought of in the past.
“I think you can. I think you can miss the idea of what someone could have been.” She emphasizes the have, which is true. “Think about it. You see the way a great mother should be, you also see the relationship and love a mother should have for her child. So maybe you miss the idea of what she was supposed to be.”
Damn, that was deep. I know I crave that connection, the one that a mother gives to her child. Sure, I have Kathy and by God she’s such a good woman, but she came into my life after I learned why my mother left, when the damage was already done. I accept her as my mom, but I still yearn for that love from the one who birthed me, the one who is biologically programmed to love me but didn’t.
This is all too much thinking for one night, between Evan pissing me off and the conversation about my mom, I think I’ve hit my quota of heavy fucking things.
“You’re pretty damn smart, L. Too smart for your own good.”
“Jealous?” she teases. I notice her eyes are swollen but dry, she isn’t crying anymore and that brings some comfort to me. I don’t do too well with emotions, which doesn’t make sense to me because I’m an emotional guy. I’ve noticed that I wear my heart on my sleeve. Many people would say I’m weak or a pussy, but I don’t give a shit. Fuck them.
“Not in the slightest, I’m way smarter than you.”
“Such a gentleman. You’re chivalry is modest.”
We laugh in unison and I feel better already. My mind is no longer filled with thoughts of Evan and his cocky fucking face. Well, for now at least.
“All right kid, I have a feeling Shay’s going to be with Kingston for a while, so what do we do? I’m thinking room service and a gore-filled horror film with zero romance.” I stand up and head to the nightstand where the menu is.
“Sounds like a plan to me. Blood and guts with booze and food. Perfect.”
Shayla
“KINGS, OPEN UP!” I pound my fist against the door repeatedly. I’m worried about my brother. The way Lana stormed into our room, red faced and sobbing, I can’t even imagine the state of my brother. Lana is stone-cold when it comes to her emotions sometimes. She became emotionally muted after the abuse; to her it’s better to hide emotions than be punished relentlessly for them. Kingston, however, was raised by my dad, the most emotional, loving, and forgiving man on the planet—let’s not forget hotheaded. My dad fought so hard to keep my mother as his wife, trying to stop her from going out every night and being unfaithful to him. He took that crap from her for years before he finally gave up. Kingston is a stubborn man, so add that on top of everything else and you get the unstoppable force. He won’t stop fighting until Lana is his, I don’t doubt it.
The door opens slowly, greeted by Kingston, his face red and tight, the anger permeating off him.
“Kings?” I question, walking through the threshold. I immediately wrap my arms around my big brother. There’s such a stark contrast between us. I’m short and thin, Kingston’s tall with slabs of hard, defined muscles. He was my teddy bear growing up. In fact, he still is, protecting me from anything that threatened to hurt me. My heart aches when I see him this sad and defeated, looking for someone or something to fix him. Tonight, right now, I need to be his protector, help him through this.
“She’s never gonna trust me or let me in, I’m not the damn problem, Shay. She is!” he shouts into the space around us. His arms are at his sides, my arms wrapped around his heated skin.
“I’m sorry, big guy. I wish there was something I could say that would make this better, you know, to help you both. But all I can do is listen.” His body’s so warm I can tell he’s nowhere near calm. I let go so he can move around the room and release the pent-up aggression.
“I need a fucking drink.” He moves to the mini bar, pulling out a shot glass and bottle of whiskey, he pours it into the tumbler and then throws it back, his face twisting with the burn.
“What happened?” I’m not sure what to say to him, but I think this is a safe start.
“This.” He lifts his shirt, between the dips of his hip where the infamous V sits, is Lana’s name. The black, intricate ink encrypted into his skin, claiming her to him. “This shit happened.”
I study what he’s showing me, my head a tad dizzy. Oh, buddy, no.
“Kings…” My voice trails off. He doesn’t need me to tell him what I’m thinking. It’s plastered on my face. No wonder they fought. Lana’s terrified of his possessive ways, so he logically thought this tattoo would make it better. Though he is lovable, he is not acting logical.
“I know, I realize now what a fucking terrible idea it was. I should go add a tattoo to my forehead that says ‘Warning: this man is a dumbass, approach with caution.’” He slams the tumbler down and slaps his hand to his forehead.
