The warm, throbbing pressure around my piercing stole my breath.
Fuck. Me.
She felt it, too, as was proven when the only noise came from her own exaggerated inhale. The need to move forced my hands on her hips to guide her. Lunge after lunge had me feeling like I was running a marathon. The buildup in my balls became unbearable. But until I knew she was anywhere near where I was, I gritted my teeth and continued to piston my cock, going as deep as her body permitted.
Determined to feel her pulse around my dick, I allowed her to experience the real reason for that small silver hoop with a twist here and a slide there. In a desperate attempt, I pushed her limit by licking my thumb and pressing it on her clit. Her gorgeous lips parted, the apples of her cheeks flushed, and her hands clamped on my thighs as her body bowed backward while she spasmed around my cock.
The joke was on me when her hair tickled my legs, causing me to come so hard I saw stars. Through my own chaos, I watched in awe as she continued to come apart right before my eyes.
It took a long while for us both to calm down. Once her breathing evened, and my cock stopped pulsing, I shifted us slightly until we lay on our sides while still connected. Her eyes remained closed, and I stole the moment to stare at her and drink in her beauty. When her eyes fluttered open and connected with mine, she leaned closer to place a kiss over my new tattoo. Instantly, a renewed desire rumbled through my exhausted body.
We had time for more. Lots of time.
And in a very un-Trey-like move after a mind-blowing fuck, all I wanted was to hold her. Because it wasn’t a fuck. It was a unification.
I pulled her tighter against me, needing to feel her heart beat in tune with mine. During my firm hold, I kissed the tip of her nose and said, “I love you, Camilla.”
“I love you, Trey.” And as if she knew exactly what the beast in me had been denied, what he’d always needed, she smiled salaciously and asked, “How long before you’re ready to go again?”
Chapter 34
Camilla
Two months later
“Hey, Cam. I am so happy for you guys… all three of you.” Debbie voiced those exact words to me at least once a day. And I couldn’t agree with her more. Alivia and I had a new life. And so did Trey, for that matter.
“I love you, Deb. Always. You’ve been my sister, Carson my brother, and I can’t tell you how much I appreciate having you both in my life.”
“I know.” Again, this was her typical response. “Gotta go. Us normal folk need to work,” she teased. She knew that was a bone of contention for me. “Enjoy your charmed life.”
“Smart-ass. Love you.”
“Love you more.”
She hung up, leaving me staring into space while smiling like a fool. Was it normal to be this happy? Trey said he wasn’t one to say, until now. And every time I would use the word happy, he’d knock any wooden surface superstitiously.
After spending two remarkable weeks at Jack and Leila’s beach house, we ended the summer among Trey’s band and their families, very much like we’d started it.
My daughter not only had a new nuclear family in Trey and me, but she had a fabulous extended family in Devil’s Lair. They accepted us with open arms and open hearts. I felt blessed.
Trey has been nothing short of amazing to Alivia, to me. The man had so much love bottled up and ready to give that it resulted in an over-affectionate “sappy doof”—or “SD,” for short, as his bandmate Hunter nicknamed him. The ribbing my guy received was constant… especially after the night Alivia gave him a princess makeover complete with a blonde wig, crown, and sparkly pink nail polish.
I had to agree with his friends—Trey did not make a pretty woman.
We discussed what would happen once we returned to reality. The truth was, we really couldn’t ease back into our old lives. Besides the tiny issue of his fame, being together twenty-four-seven had catapulted our relationship into “serious” territory. It kind of just organically happened.
That didn’t mean his constant concern of how I would handle that unfortunate baggage he carried wasn’t always hovering. That worry came after he caught me searching online for damaging articles resulting from our daughter being outed. What I found scared me but being apart from Trey scared me more. And I told him as much.
Once back in Manhattan, the first thing Trey did was have our belongings moved out of the apartment in Queens and into his in the city, and then he paid the next six months of rent on my lease.
After Labor Day, Alivia began first grade in her new school, the same private one that the Lair children attended. She was now part of a carpool driven by Oscar and chaperoned by Miss Beverly. Once a week she had a playdate with her new best friends.
Wherever we went, we had our own driver / security guard. Outings involved full-blown security. Trey had no intention of hiding to avoid the press. He said his daughter deserved a life. Alec was now assigned to the three of us, with Ryan as his backup.
We made it a point to visit Debbie and Carson as much as possible. She gushed when they finally got Trey over for dinner, forfeiting the salmon she’d originally planned for a big thick steak to make him happy.
Debbie was right. That charmed life he gave us was quite something. Surreal, but more so, sensational. There were plenty of unknowns we hadn’t yet discussed, such as the band touring again and how Alivia and I fit into that crazy lifestyle. I’d worry about it when the time came, and I knew we’d discuss how to tackle such obstacles together.
“Babe?”
“In here.”
I hit save on the progress made on my latest website file and closed my laptop until tomorrow. My boyfriend being home meant my workday was over.
Continuing with my graphic design business was somewhat of a fight. Trey couldn’t understand why I wanted the aggravation. Even though we were living together, I wasn’t comfortable being dependent on him. He’d eventually backed off, converted part of his den into a home office, and gotten me the most expensive laptop money could buy.
Sigh.
We rarely fought, except for when he squandered his money on us. He got that damn cat that our daughter wanted, and the thing hated me. Alivia was becoming dangerously spoiled. He adamantly disagreed, using Jack and Leila’s kids, and every one of his bandmates as well, to prove a little spoiling didn’t mean they were rotten. Like Leila, I hated when he was right.
He appeared in the doorway of the den, looking as sexy as ever. “How was rehearsal?”
“Uneventful.” His long legs swallowed the space before he kissed me hard and possessively. “But the SD thing is getting on my last nerve. I need to get that fucker back—and good.”
I giggled over his claim. It was so much fun having a front-row seat to their shenanigans. “Well, while you were working, Mandi called to invite us over tonight for Lexi’s birthday.”
“Yeah, Hunt made sure to remind me of that, saying he had a special birthday hat waiting for me. Probably a crown.”
Even though her birthday was today, the party would be this coming weekend at the same place Trey had rented out for Alivia. But this time Jack made sure no photos would be leaked to the press. He bought the damn place. It seemed Trey wasn’t the first celebrity to rent PlayScapades out for a private party.