“So are you.” A giggle escapes past my lips when he gives me my favorite smile. The full-blown effect takes my breath away.
My eyes dart down to his full lips, and I push myself forward, swallowing his groan when I kiss him. I may have started this kiss, but soon, Trent controls it. He shoves me back into the edge of the pool, both his hands coming up to hold my face to his, while he kisses me hungrily, biting my lips to open them. His tongue darts in, tangling with mine, possessively. I grip his shoulders, pulling him as close as I can get him. My legs tighten on his waist, until I can feel his dick grinding into me and I’m a puddle of feelings and heat. He moves his lips down my neck, kissing and sucking the skin below my ear until shivers run down my arms and my pussy is throbbing in response. My hips buck against him and he groans against my skin, his arms squeezing tighter around me.
Trent pulls back and gives me a smoldering look. Holding my gaze, his eyes intense and turning midnight blue, his fingers dance along the seam of my swimsuit. This time, I groan, my lower half undulating under the water, seeking contact from his touch. My head wants to fall back, yet I can’t tear my eyes off of him. His cheeks are flushed and his lips are tinged red. Trent hooks one finger and slips my swimsuit to the side, his fingertip sliding against the sensitive skin of my pussy lips, stroking, before sliding in so deep my breath catches in my throat. He gives me a wolfish grin before pumping his finger into me, curving it to rake over my G spot. One of my hands grabs his head, pulling his lips to mine. I attack his mouth, my tongue stroking his in rhythm, as my fingers pull and twist in his hair, holding him to me. I gasp into his mouth when he adds another finger, and grinds the heel of his palm into my clit. He rubs in tight circles, adding pressure right where I need it. My hips jerk toward the contact until the water around us is lapping against the side of the pool, making a slapping sound, but I still can’t stop. My mind won’t think straight. Trent is all around me, in every part of me, and every thought is centered around what he’s doing to me and how good it feels.
His pulls back from me, his brow pinches. “Fuck, you feel so good, Scar.” His voice is gravelly, filled with desire and need. “Come to Colorado with me,” he asks, an edge of authority to his voice. I nod my head, yes, my body shivering involuntarily from his words alone. I was hoping he’d bring it up. I don’t know how I can be away from him. I want to be with him despite needing to in order to complete this mission. My teeth nip his bottom lip before sucking it in my mouth. The growl he gives me is animalistic, his fingers pumping harder and faster. Everything crashes into me at once. My back bows off the side of the pool, shoving my chest into his, as a ragged cry is torn from my throat and stars dance behind my eyes from my orgasm. Trent’s strokes slow, letting me ride out the sensation against his hand, my pussy walls clenching around his fingers.
I’m shaking when I pull back. Trent’s eyes are almost completely black, and he’s breathing heavily, his nostrils flaring slightly, when he leans his forehead against mine, and his body slumps over. Blinking out of my orgasmic state, I reach down between us and slide my hand under the waistband of his swim trunks. His hard length falls into my hand and I grip him with my fingers. Trent sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes are hooded, and he starts kissing down my neck again. “Harder,” he groans against my skin, and I stroke him again until he moans. I’m so caught up in making him feel good, I completely miss the commotion from inside the house until Trent shifts himself away from me. “Shit,” he swears under his breath, while tucking his dick back in his trunks.
My brain is foggy and I wear a stupid grin on my face. My muscles feel useless and I just lean there, while Trent dunks his head under the water before bobbing back to the surface right as Ayda rushes outside. “Trent! Can you start the grill? I’ll start bringing the kabobs out.”
“Sure,” he answers, a hint of irritation in his voice. I give him an apologetic look and a wink, before hoisting myself out of the water.
“Fuck me,” I hear him mumble behind me, and I turn to see his eyes glued to my ass.
I laugh and walk toward the house, grabbing my t-shirt, right as the guys all slide out the patio door and drop into the chairs with drinks in their hands. I catch Elias’ face and he raises a brow at me, before glancing back at Trent who is just starting to get out of the water. His lips are set in a grim line when he stalks over toward the grill.
“Evi inside?” I ask them and Dean nods.
“Some potato thing she wanted to make.”
I head inside and pass Ayda on the way, who is carrying a huge tray full of the kabobs Trent and I assembled earlier. Evi is flying around the kitchen, looking for supplies, when I sneak up on her and hug her from behind.
“Eww!” She laughs and jumps out of my hold. “Gross, you’re all wet.”
My brows dance and I can’t keep the goofy grin off my face. “That’s what he said,” I whisper under my breath.
Evita laughs again before sliding closer. “You didn’t…”
I shake my head and blow out a frustrated breath. “No, things didn’t get that far.”
“Did you want to?” she asks, her eyes turning concerned.
Tears sting behind my eyes, and my shoulders slump. “I don’t know,” I whisper, unable to stop the raspy sound in my voice. Evita is the only one who knows I haven’t had sex again after what happened with Jerrett. Him fucking me wasn’t a choice I got to make for myself and because he didn’t hurt me, he paid for it with his life. I carry that guilt like a rosary around my neck. I’ve somehow convinced myself I was still pure because it wasn’t my choice. Even in the jobs I’ve completed, I’ve avoided using sex as a weapon. Do I dress up and sometimes do a strip tease? Absolutely. Do I let men think they’re going to sleep with me and push them into wanting to touch me? Yes. Little do they know, though, that they’ll meet the end of my gun before I actually let them get their hands on me.
Trent is the first. I let him kiss me and practically fuck me in the pool just now. If we hadn’t been interrupted, I wouldn’t have stopped. My mind and my heart are at war over this piece of knowledge. I want Trent. I want him with a fierceness I’ve never felt, and it scares me. I know that in this story we don’t end up together, yet that knowledge doesn’t stop me from pushing my limits.
“Maybe just take a break the next few days. Clear your head,” Evita says quietly, breaking into my thoughts. I nod, knowing she’s right. My heart squeezes a little and my hand rubs over my chest because it’s too painful to think about.
The next day everyone is around and I manage not to find myself alone with Trent, despite all the hot looks and smoldering eyes he keeps giving me. Every time I find myself in his crosshairs, my body can’t help but respond. Just remembering his hands on me and inside of me, makes my legs wobble and I usually need to sit down.
By Friday, the series starts and the guys are gone from the house, leaving us girls to our own devices during the day. We swim and soak up the sun then at night, we shower, change, and make it to the indoor arena where the races are. The noise inside the arena is amplified tenfold, to the point my ears ring. If I thought the crowd in Florida was insane, they have nothing on these San Diego fans. The building practically hums from the noise. The seats vibrate from the base of the music. Even the bikers seem to be riding a different high than the last series. Their stunts are even crazier, and the roar of their engines is constant. It is no surprise on Saturday that Trent is in first again, while Elias, Sam, Dean and a racer from a different organization round out the top five. And the crowd here loves it.