My eyes glaze over from how good it feels. Heat pools and an ache forms between my legs. I whimper out loud and feel Trent smile against my skin. I should be annoyed, but I’m not. I just want him anyway I can get him. He reaches down and his fingers glide against my pussy lips that are already slippery. Trent slides a thick finger inside me and my back bows off the ground. He pumps a few times before adding a second finger, and I gasp against his lips. I want more. I want to feel full of him, to have every part of him in me and around me.
“Trent,” I plead against his lips between kisses. He rests his head against mine, while he reaches between us and lines his dick up with my entrance before pushing in. The sudden intrusion steals my breath away. Even though my body is prepared, it still needs to stretch to accommodate him. A flush covers my chest and tinges my cheeks. I refuse to acknowledge out loud that I haven’t been with anyone else but Trent. The day I left him and betrayed him was also the last day I let myself and my body be loved by anyone. I couldn’t do it. Not when I already belonged to another man heart, body and soul.
“Fuck, you’re tight, babe,” he groans against my neck, his eyes flashing up to mine. Whatever he sees in my gaze causes him to freeze. “No way,” he says and starts to pull away.
“Don’t stop,” I beg, using my legs to push him back in, forcing him fully inside me. It only takes a little longer to adjust before I relax completely. It hurts less than losing my virginity but is still a little uncomfortable.
Trent’s eyes turn dark, and he starts a punishing rhythm, pulling out as far as he can before slamming his hips back into me. It pushes my back into the ground until I can feel the little rocks in the sand dig into my back. Every thrust of his hips hits the hidden spot inside me, and my eyes roll back. Trent keeps going, filling me, until my legs are shaking around his waist and my nails are dragging down his back. I chant his name, while he breathes hard, his face buried in my neck. I hold him to me, lifting my hips to meet his. The tension builds until I can’t take it anymore and I cry out to the night sky, when I finally find my release.
I might have blacked out a little because the next time I open my eyes, I’ve been rolled on top of Trent, cradled against his chest. His riding jacket is pulled over my middle, covering my butt and lower back. I feel sticky and damp between my thighs, but can’t bring myself to care right now. My body feels languid and I’m tired. Trent runs a hand down my spine, which only makes me feel more comfortable. My eyes flutter. His arms wrap protectively around me. He feels so warm. I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. We blurred some lines tonight and I refuse to believe it wasn’t for the better. All the things I meant to tell him earlier die in my throat, but I swear tomorrow will be the day. Hopefully after, Trent and I can finally find a way to be on the same page.
Scarlet
Being back in Vegas does nothing to improve my mood. All I can see is the parking garage, the blood, and hear the screams while bullets echoed and ricocheted off the concrete. This hotel is a disaster and has been a constant thorn in my side since we decided to build it, well since my father commissioned it. There had been so much potential, but he ruined it just like everything else he touched. More often than I like to admit, I thank God that Raul Alverez no longer walks the earth.
“Scarlet,” Jay calls my name and I jump in response, so lost in my own thoughts. His eyes narrow, studying me. “You okay today?” he asks right as Trent walks into the room.
I look away quickly and instantly regret that I did. Tension fills the air like a thick blanket while Jay continues to assess my behavior while now sneaking glances at Trent. “I’m fine,” I try to tell him, assure him that I’m not at all jumpy now that Trent fucked me not once but three times last night. The last time was inside his car where we fell asleep again until the sun was peaked over the horizon, sending me into a panic because we had to leave for Las Vegas in just a few short hours.
Trent drove us back to my safe house where I ran inside and jumped in the shower. By the time I was done, he was gone and I haven’t seen him since. I remind myself to school my features and to keep things professional. There are many things that need to be said between the two of us and I know that last night didn’t take away his thirst to see me behind bars. Not that I blame him. My past is something I will always have to live with. The choices I made are my own personal hell.
‘When you leave here, I want you to check into your normal room at the La Flor,” Jay instructs. “Julio’s last text to you was that you’d meet for dinner and discuss the set up and drop.”
“Uh, huh,” I mumble, nodding my head. Having Julio on my safe ground is starting to feel like a noose around my neck. I know this is the goal, the final nail in the proverbial coffin to my old life. Julio is just so slippery, though. There is a reason they call him, ghost. The man seems to always be ten steps ahead and I find it ironic that he’s never put the pieces together in regards to me, yet he felt off about my father from the beginning. He was the only person to reach out and actually congratulate me on the loss of my father. Julio is a master manipulator and notorious for being hard to peg down, he comes and goes as he pleases. The fact that I was able to convince him to come here today speaks volumes about his greed to get the drugs I’m supplying. I would rather he just stay in Mexico, but we need him to finally close this case and make it believable when I go down.
My eyes turn back to Trent and Jay, who are, again, both looking at me. “Sorry, lost in thought,” I mumble and they share a look. Jay shrugs and Trent’s brow lifts during their silent communication. I sigh loud enough to get their attention. “I’m fine. It’s just weird being back here. Going to that hotel today is going to bring back bad memories. I’m also worried about Bandara crossing the border and being here.”
“Is there something we don’t know or should be worried about?” Jay pries and I shake my head.
“He just agreed too fast. It’s not like him to step out of the shadows. Unless he knows and is here to kill me,” I ramble, tucking my arms around my middle. I feel too vulnerable right now. Too exposed and definitely too emotional to handle the end. I’m not ready to die and I’m not ready to go to prison. I know my time is limited, either way.
My chest starts to feel tight and my vision gets fuzzy. I need air. “I just need a minute,” I tell them, holding up my hand as I dart past them and out the door. I speed walk down the hallway until I find the rooftop entrance. Using my owner’s card, I slide it down the sensor and I rush up the small flight of stairs, throwing open the last door that is standing between me and air. My lungs take shaky breaths in, and I concentrate on breathing through my nose until my hands stop shaking. I walk toward the ledge and lean against it, hands resting on my thighs.
I feel him before I see him. I’m not even sure how Trent got up here, but when his shadow falls over me, I instantly relax. “You going to explain what this freak out is about?”
I look up to see him staring down at me, his brow cocked and his jaw clenched tight.
“I just need some time,” I tell him, swallowing to keep my voice steady, “this is the end, you know? I’ve been waiting for so long and I just…it’s a lot.”