Trent tugs my hand and pulls me into him. One of his hands holds mine against his chest while his other hand rests low on my back, right above the curve of my ass. “I Could Fall In Love” by Selena plays for us while Trent turns me in circles and I fight to keep my emotions in check. I feel too deeply, care too much about him, and in such a short time that it scares me. The first time I saw him, his soul called to mine. I tilt my head back, searching his face. His ocean eyes feel like a warm caress as they envelop me, pull me under, and steal the breath from my lungs. I want to stay like this forever. Drowning and completely his. I could fall in love with him. I just don’t think he could love me back. He doesn’t know how damaged I really am.
I wake the next morning, naked except for my underwear, in bed and alone. I can smell Trent’s body wash and his faint citrus scent on the pillow next to me, so I know he slept here. Surprisingly, my head is not throbbing as much as I thought it would be. I vaguely remember chugging water before I collapsed in my bed. I do not remember how I got home though.
I stand on wobbly legs and make my way to the bathroom before stepping into the shower. By the time I’m done, I feel almost like a brand-new person. My stomach picks that moment to growl. I shuffle over to the door and open it.
“Morning, or afternoon, I should day.” Trent smirks at me from where he’s leaning on my bed. Images of the day before flash in my mind, and all the creative ways Trent bent my body. My cheeks heat and I break his gaze. He laughs lightly, like he knows what I was thinking. It really shouldn’t get to me. I loved everything that happened and so did he. I drop my towel and walk naked over to the dresser where my swimsuits are stashed away. Even across the room, I can feel Trent’s scorching gaze trailing fire all over my exposed body. Once my suit is on, I throw a cut-off t-shirt over my top, before turning to face him.
Trent runs a finger over his bottom lip thoughtfully, his eyes still trained on me. “Want to go for a ride with me today? Everyone else is hungover and sleeping it off all day. They won’t care if we leave for a few hours.”
“Sure,” I reply, shrugging my shoulders. My stomach rumbles again and finally Trent cracks a real smile.
“Let’s feed you first.”
He takes my hand and leads me downstairs to the kitchen. Rose has doughnuts, pastries, and muffins freshly baked and sitting out. The perfect carbs to soak up all the booze we drank. I automatically go for the raspberry Danish and inhale it in a few bites. Trent hands me a cup of coffee that I accept, thanking him profusely. He chuckles at my enthusiasm. “Aren’t you going to eat?”
“I already ate,” he tells me, shrugging. I sort of feel bad he was up for so long by himself. I drink the coffee quickly, which is lukewarm by now, but still tastes delicious. When I’m done, Trent takes my hand and leads me to the front door. He throws on his beat-up Vans and I slip on a pair as well. When we step outside, I see a black and silver motorcycle waiting for us.
“I said I’d take you for a ride,” he reminds me, tugging me behind him. A helmet sits on the back, and he helps me put it on, before fastening it under my jaw. I wait for him to hop on, straddle the bike between his solid thighs and put his own helmet on before I climb on behind him. My arms wrap around Trent’s middle, and I swear I feel his heartbeat through his shirt. He kicks up the stand and the engine roars to life. The vibration between my legs is powerful. Trent drives us down the gravel driveway, kicking up rocks and dirt as we go, until he hits the main road. We start traveling south, and I start to wonder how much of the area he knows and who told him where to go.
We drive for almost forty-five minutes before Trent pulls off the main road and carefully maneuvers us down a trail through some trees. I squeeze his waist harder with my arms while my legs clamp against the bike. At the end of the trail is a beach. He parks and we get off, leaving our helmets on the handle bars. I take off running across the white sand and toward the shore. There are no rolling waves here, only small tides lapping at the sand.
“How did you know about this?” I ask, my curiosity getting the best of me.
“Rosa was keeping me company while I waited for you to wake up,” Trent grins, “I told her what I had in mind and she gave me the directions.”
“It’s incredible here,” I say, unable to take my eyes off the shades of the crystal waters. The sun is already past its hottest point. The western sky is tinged pink. On the horizon, where the sky and water appear to meet, it looks like a swirl of cotton candy.
I strip my shirt up and over my head then walk into the water. It’s warmer than bathwater, so I keep going. When I turn back, Trent is watching me. “Are you coming?” My words seem to spur him on. He drops his shorts and tank, only wearing his boxers, wading in after me.
I get as far out as I can reach and wait for Trent. He picks me up the rest of the way and I float next to him, my arms hanging loosely around his neck. When the water gets to his chest, we stop, and he pulls my front to his. I use my knees to boost myself up, so we’re eye level, and my legs can dangle at his side. His hands land on my lower back. Silence passes between us. Trent’s body is strung tight, a tension radiating in the air around us. My fingers glide to his cheek, and I swipe my thumb over the curve of it. “Are you okay?”
His head lowers, and I feel myself start to panic. I’m about to open my mouth when he looks back at me. His eyes are full of so much emotion I’m almost crippled. If he wasn’t already holding me, I’d fall under. I can see into his soul with the look he’s giving me. It aches yet it’s beautiful at the same time. Slowly, Trent lowers his lips to mine, kissing me thoroughly, slowly, and passionately. My body quakes in his arms. I want more and I’m also terrified. “Scar,” he says my name, his voice husky. I feel tears sting my eyes, but I somehow manage to keep my eyes on him.
“Hmm,” I hum under my breath, glancing down at the water.
“This is going to sound crazy, but trust me, okay?” Trent starts, his finger hooking under my chin and tilting my head up. I can’t escape his gaze. “I know we haven’t known each other that long, I know our lives may take us in different directions, but baby, I’m falling for you. It’s hard to breathe when you’re away from me. All I can think about is when I’ll see you again, or how I can make you smile. I…it’s crazy and fast, but I need you to know, I meant what I said in Colorado. I want you with me. Will you stay?”
I stare at him until my eyes burn, my mind turning over every moment, every word, and everything I’ve been feeling since I first stepped foot in Florida. I gave myself three months and I already want to tip the scales to give myself more time. I need more time. College isn’t going anywhere and while I haven’t put much thought into all the campuses, I know it’s something I can make a decision on later. I have to see this through first before I can even contemplate getting away from my father. I just need a way out that doesn’t hurt Trent in the process.
“Yes,” I tell him, my mind made up, the fight in me rising to the surface.
Trent’s eyes blaze with triumph. There is no warning before his mouth lands on mine, controlling, seeking, and loving. I grip his shoulders, pulling myself closer. I’m as desperate as he is to rid any barriers between us. I need Trent around me, wanting me, and deep inside me. His hands slide under my swim top and slips it over my head. I clutch the strings in my finger, while pushing my chest against his, my nipples brushing along his pecs. I moan, shamelessly into his kiss, his tongue gliding with mine until I’m practically boneless. Trent slides my bottoms off and also hands them to me before grabbing my hips. Briefly I’m lifted farther out of the water, before I’m lowered right onto his perfect dick. My pussy stretches around him, my breath catching a little when I feel him bottom out against my cervix. His hips roll up to meet mine, smashing my clit against his pelvic bone with enough friction to make my head tilt back at the same time my nails scrape across his back. There is a small twinge of pleasure pain, and I like it. He’s so deep, so perfect and mine. The water churns around us, heating from our skin, and lapping against my back. The ends of my hair swirl in the water, before Trent’s fingers dig into the locks, his hand cradling the back of my head while he sucks at the skin on my neck. His hips become frantic, while my own work to meet him thrust for thrust. Little sounds come out of my mouth, his name a constant plea on my lips. “That’s it, Scar,” he encourages me, the hand on my hip slamming me onto his dick faster, rougher, harder. “Come for me, baby. I want to watch you go over the edge while you strangle my dick with your tight pussy.” His words are my undoing, and I come, squeezing around him and shouting my release to the sky, thankful that the beach is secluded. Trent bites my lip, before pulling out and grinding his release against my stomach.