“I didn’t think you’d be so puritanical, Trent.”
He roars out a laugh. “Puritanical. Because I’m hesitating to fuck you on the side of the road.”
“Yes.”
He’s still laughing when he veers to the right at the next exit. There’s a gas station and then there’s nothing else. Trent cuts a sharp turn when he spots a dirt road and keeps driving through thick brush until we’re a safe distance from civilization.
He opens his pants. Give me a calculating look. “You can change your mind.”
I pull my sweater over my head. Slowly, enjoying the watchful glint in his eye. “Are you going to change your mind?”
He reaches past me to punch open the glove compartment. He extracts an unopened box of condoms, rips off the packaging, fishes one out and gets it on with impressive speed.
“Well?” He palms his own huge cock, clearly thinking there’s a good chance I’ll back off.
I unhook my bra. “You shouldn’t test me.”
“I’m daring you, baby.”
“You shouldn’t do that either.” I flip the snap of my jeans, slide down the zipper and catch the waistband in my thumbs before rolling them down over my hips. My panties follow.
Trent appreciates the show. He flicks a switch and his seat gradually moves backwards. His pants are all the way down now and I straddle him, pressing his thighs between my knees.
“This needs to come off,” I complain, tugging at his shirt. “I want all of you.”
But there’s a change in his eyes and he looks away, which I don’t understand. It’s clear he works hard on his body and he’s unbelievably sexy. I remember Trent as a teenager and how he used to parade around without a shirt on every chance he got, obviously proud of what he had to offer.
I go slowly, undoing the buttons of his flannel shirt one at a time in case he objects. He doesn’t. He looks out the window, waiting for me to finish and roll the shirt from his strong shoulders. Underneath he’s wearing a plain white tee and I can’t get this off without his cooperation but when I lift the hem he raises his arms and pulls the shirt over his head.
“Oh!” I don’t have time to stifle my own cry and Trent sighs.
The scars aren’t excessive and from a distance they might be missed completely. I just wasn’t expecting them. The round marks on his torso look like small burns. The tattoo on the right side of his chest, the one I first glimpsed when he was being shoved into a police car eight years ago, has been angrily scored down the middle.
He’s watching my reaction. “There are more on my back.”
“Trent, how?”
“Tavington.” He spits out the word with revulsion.
I swallow the threat of tears as I remember the wild, arrogant boy of my childhood. We didn’t know, none of us, what was happening to him. We would have done something if we’d suspected. Jules would have found a way to help him.
A fresh hatred for Liam Cassini ignites in my heart.
I run my hands over Trent’s shoulders and kiss his cheeks. I kiss his mouth and then his forehead.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper and he is. He really is.
“No.” He moves in, covers my mouth with his and tastes my tongue, only briefly. “But you are.”
Trent pushes my knees wider apart, seizes my hips and lowers me one careful inch at a time as he conquers my body. I’m grateful he goes slowly because even though I’m completely ready to take him, he’s bigger than anything I’m used to.
I adapt in a hurry and move my hips with a low moan. He feels so fucking fantastic and I want him so badly. I love that we’re doing this crazy thing right here and now. I arch my back as I ride him, relishing the tingling sensation of my nipples brushing over his hard chest.
We fit together like we were always meant to do this and we’re good, so good, so exciting and wild and electric.
He’s been on my mind so much lately that I don’t need long to come once I have him. I feel the wave cresting and I ride him harder.
I’m not quiet about taking my pleasure.
No, I throw my head back and make all the noise I want as the orgasm wrecks my senses, retreating with one delicious spasm at a time as I clutch this ridiculously sexy prince and beg for more.
Trent winds my long hair around one fist and lightly pulls until he can see my face.
He’s grinning. “Can’t believe my luck that you’re this dirty.”
“We’re both dirty.” I run my tongue over his stubbled jaw. “That’s why this feels so good.”
“Gretch,” he groans and demands my mouth, kissing me hard as the second wave claims me.
His muscles tighten and he’s so massively hard my thighs quake. Trent stiffens and our mouths remain fastened together as he takes his turn. He continues to hold me close after he releases and I kiss him one final time before climbing off and searching for my clothes.
Trent peels the condom away and I hand him a tissue so he can get rid of it. I know he’s watching me as I dress and I don’t mind. I like to know he’s looking.
Once we’re fully clothed and have found our way back to the main road, I bring something up that might be kind of early to address but will bother me if I don’t.
“Trent, I’m not seeing anyone else. I haven’t really dated at all since last summer. I’ve been too busy with school and with my internship. I just wanted you to know that.”
His sunglasses are back on and he nods. “Good. Because I don’t like to share.”
“Neither do I,” I tell him, very pointedly.
He looks at me quickly and reaches for my hand. “It’s been over six months for me. And now I’m not looking at anyone but you, Gretchen. I swear.”
We spend the rest of the drive smiling at each other like idiots until I warn him that we’d better cool it or Danny will figure out something is up.
Trent shrugs this off. “He’s got to find out sooner or later.”
“I choose later.” I exhale noisily. “When we get home, I’m going to tell him he should go to spring training. It’s what he wants and he might not have many chances left. Jules would never have intended to take that opportunity away from him. He’ll be worried about how I’ll manage with the girls but we’ll be fine. If he asks you, please reassure him.”
“Will do. And you really will be fine, Gretchen. Besides, I’m sticking around. My attitude needs some work and I can never seem to remember the lyrics to cartoon princess musicals but I do have my good points. What I’m trying to say is that if you need anything, I’m here.”
He melts my heart. But I want to make sure I’m being fair to him. “The twins are with me for good, Trent. We’re a package deal.”
“I get it.”
“And you’re okay with that?”
He doesn’t miss a beat. “Of course.”
If he wasn’t driving then nothing would stop me from throwing myself into his arms. “Will you stay for dinner later? I’m not a fantastic cook but spaghetti is something I can’t screw up. And the girls love seeing you. I want us all to have a nice meal together before Danny leaves.”
Trent grabs my hand and kisses it. “I’ll stay as long as you want me.”