30. Natasha
30
NATASHA
W e stumbled through the door of my apartment, locked at the lips, and I could already tell this was about to be some damn good apology, missed-you-like-crazy, just got engaged sex. My pulse was still racing after the proposal, after hearing him say those words: I love you . And I loved him too—my grumpy, secretly sweet, dangerously sexy fiancé.
I tugged on his sweater, trying to drag him toward the bed. The chill I’d felt in my workshop had disappeared the moment he’d kissed me, flooding my body with needy heat. And what I needed was to be horizontal. Now .
Trent laughed, kicking the door closed behind us. It rattled a bit. “Someone’s in a hurry.”
“Because I’m about to blow your socks off,” I said.
“Probably works better if you aim for the pants,” he teased. I rolled my eyes and he snorted, pulling me close. I slipped my fingers beneath his sweater, feeling his muscles twitch. “Cold hands,” he said.
“Not for long.” I chased the warmth of his skin around to his back, shuddering slightly as Trent’s hands slid over my shoulders and down along my spine, squeezing my ass through my jeans. I could feel his cock hardening between us.
He dropped his lips to mine again, kissing me so deeply I felt lightheaded. When he slid his tongue between my lips, I groaned into his mouth.
“Nice place,” he said, breaking the kiss.
“You’ve barely looked around.”
“Cause I’ve got the most breathtaking thing right in front of me.”
My heart lurched at his words. I threaded my fingers through his and pulled. This time there was no resistance, and Trent followed me toward the bed, helping me wriggle out of my shirt. He slid his hand down the front of my pants before I could get them off, pressing against the ache that throbbed there.
I moaned, grinding against his hand, desperate for him to unravel me.
“Yes, my little Hellcat,” he whispered.
God! I’d missed him calling me that. His fingers danced through the wetness he found, his eyebrow arching in approval. Truth was, I’d been ready for him the moment he’d walked into my workshop.
“Think someone promised to blow my socks off,” he said.
My head was fuzzy. “Mm-hmm,” I mumbled as his fingers grazed my clit. I squeezed his biceps, losing my train of thought for a second. The world narrowed to the pleasure building between my legs. We hadn’t even made it to the bed yet, and here I was, practically hanging off him as my legs started to shake.
“That’s it,” he said, wrapping his other arm around my back as I moved against his fingers. “Let me give you what you need.”
“Trent,” I gasped, practically tripping over his name. “Oh…oh god. Yes… fuck .”
He ran circles around my clit and the pleasure erupted, spiraling through me so hard and fast I would have ended up in a puddle on the floor if not for him holding me upright.
“Good?” he asked as I trembled in his arms.
I giggled against his lips, cradling his jaw, feeling the prickle of his stubble against my palms. “You have to ask?”
He kissed the tip of my nose, then growled, “Please tell me you’ve got a condom handy. I need to be inside you. Now .”
I moaned into the next kiss. I wanted that, too, the throbbing between my legs not quite sated despite the bliss of the orgasm still coursing through me. I wanted him in every way I could get him. “Drawer,” I said, pointing him to the bedside table as I shrugged out of the rest of my clothing.
Trent kicked his pants off and retrieved a condom. He turned to me as I reclined on the bed, giving him a view of my glistening heat, and in turn he gave me a little show, holding his length in his hand as he slowly stretched the condom over himself.
My mouth went dry.
I wanted to be filled by him. I gave a breathy little sigh as Trent stalked toward me like a predator about to pounce on all-too- willing prey. His dark eyes took me in, making goose bumps erupt over my skin.
I ran my hands over my skin, letting my eyes flutter closed as he drew nearer. I felt the bed dip as he joined me, crawling on top of me and pinning me to the mattress. A wave of desire rolled through me, sending pin-pricks of pleasure shooting across my body as he dragged his lips over my neck, my collarbone, the space between my breasts. I was so turned on I could hardly stand it, and I started to reach down to touch myself—but he grabbed my hand, stopping my ministrations. I whined as he pinned my wrists above my head.
“That’s my job,” he said. “Now and for forever.”
My heart lobbed against my ribs so hard I thought he might be able to see it. The pulsing between my legs responded in earnest as Trent shifted to mouth at my breasts, his tongue lapping at my nipples until they stood like twin peaks. He nipped at one and the jolt shot straight to my clit.
“Trent,” I groaned.
“Yes, Hellcat?”
“I want you inside me.” I didn’t want more games. After all these weeks apart, I wanted to be fucked. Thoroughly. By the man I loved.
He shifted again, sliding one finger into me. It wasn’t nearly enough, yet it felt too good for me to put up much of a fight as my hips rolled, my muscles clenching to hold him there. Trent pulled out and thrusted back in, adding a second finger, coordinating his thrusts with my movements.
“Make noise for me,” he demanded, pressing his lips to my neck where my pulse fluttered. “I like it when my Hellcat yowls.”
He curled his fingers inside me, rubbing against my inner walls, and I almost launched myself off the bed. “Yes,” I cried. “Oh, fuck , yes!”
“There she is,” Trent said, removing his fingers and replacing them with the head of his cock. He paused at my entrance, but I didn’t need time to adjust. I was ready, and I proved it by grinding up against him. He looked into my eyes as he slid home.
My arms wrapped around him, digging into his shoulders as he found his rhythm. I’d missed him like this. Missed the weight of his body pressing mine into the mattress. Missed his warmth. Missed his ragged breathing in my ear. And damn had I missed his cock, stretching me just right, making me feel so desired. So claimed.
Trent hooked one hand under my thigh, pulling it over his hip, changing the angle. His other hand braced the back of my neck. He put his forehead to mine, looking into my eyes as he rocked into me, setting my body on fire.
“I want you,” he whispered against my skin. “I never want anyone but you, ever again.”
I pressed my hand to his cheek. My new engagement ring glittered on my finger.
“I love you, Natasha.”
“I love you too,” I said.
He thrust harder, losing control, and my eyes rolled back in my head, my body reaching for pleasure once more.
He pushed up on his arm, his bicep bulging as he slipped his other hand between us, finding my clit. It didn’t take more than a few perfect swipes before I fell over that ledge again, free-falling into my second orgasm. “Yes!” I cried. “ Yes .”
“Good girl,” he whispered in my ear as I shuddered against him, white-hot bliss rushing through me, bleeding down from my head right to my toes. Trent came right after with a grunt, his hips rolling to milk every last second of his orgasm. He pulled away only long enough to dispose of the condom, and then he wrapped himself around me again.
“I do,” he whispered into my hair. “I do love you. So, so much.”
“I know,” I said, believing he meant it. And that he would keep meaning it. Because he’d actually been willing to commit and to put in the effort to make things work with me. He’d come back, and he’d rebuilt that safety net, making sure the only place I’d ever fall again was right into his arms. My heart hammered against my chest. “I’m really liking this ‘just got engaged’ sex.”
He grinned against my cheek. “Speaking of. We probably have some people to tell.”
“About the sex?” I teased. He rolled his eyes and dragged me close, covering me with kisses until I laughed and pushed him away. “I’m surprised you haven’t put it in the group text yet.”
He barked a laugh. “Excuse me, I’ve been a little busy.” His lips brushed my ear, nipping playfully as his hand reached to pull the covers up over us. “Listening to you moan my name.”
“You like when I moan your name.”
“I really, really do,” he said. “And we have some catching up to do on that front. But I suppose while we’re waiting…” He leaned over the bed and pulled his phone from his jeans. “Hold your hand out for me.”
I did. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to seeing this ring on my finger. Or thinking of myself as a fiancée. A fiancée who would one day be a wife!
Trent snapped a photo of my hand and the ring, then posted it to the group chat. You’re all invited , he posted underneath.
It only took about fifteen seconds for the messages to start rolling in. And once they started, they didn’t stop. I cuddled close to Trent as we read through them.
No fucking way! Vincent wrote. Showing this to baby Violet right now.
I laughed. “I’m sure she’ll really appreciate it.”
Good for you, bro! That was from Paul. Chloe and I are stoked.
Piper’s mad I showed Violet before her. That was Vincent’s follow-up. #girldad
Let’s all just acknowledge that Trent took this photo in the ‘just got engaged’ sex bed, Aiden wrote. Look at those sheets!
My cheeks heated. “Oh my god! He’s right! How could you post the sheets?”
Trent laughed, replying to Aiden with a winky face. Aiden sent a lewd GIF back—there was a lot of gyrating.
“Don’t encourage him!” I cried.
Trent kissed my cheek. “Get used to it. I’m not letting you leave this bed any time soon.”
Does Stacy know yet? Dominic asked. Can I show her this?
“Go for it,” I told Trent, who replied for me. Stacy must have gone to Dominic’s after work. A moment later, Stacy was blowing up my phone with congratulatory messages and emojis. So many damn emojis. “What the hell is the rocket ship supposed to mean?”
“Our love is out of this world?” Trent suggested.
I smirked.
“In case it’s not obvious,” he said as he pulled me closer. “They’re all really happy for us.”
“Are you gonna tell Dee now?” I asked.
He considered that for a second. I didn’t know why he’d wait. “How about you call and give her the good news?” he suggested.
“Are you sure? You don’t want that news to come from you?”
“I think she’ll be over the moon to hear from you,” he said. “And while you do that, I’ll text Jimmy and see how he feels about being my best man.”
I smiled softly at him. “Jimmy’s gonna love that.”
Trent smirked. “He’s probably gonna rake me over the coals in his speech.”
“No worse than any of the other guys,” I said.
Trent barked a laugh, already texting. “That’s true.”
As I picked up my phone to dial Dee, I couldn’t help thinking about what she’d last said to me: Don’t give up on life either, honey…wonderful things can happen .
I wondered if she’d known how right she was when she said that. My heart raced as the phone rang. I’d never been so excited to tell anyone anything. Well, certainly not since before I’d lost my parents.
The phone clicked. “Hello?”
“Hi, Dee,” I said.
“Natasha. This is a surprise! It’s so good to hear from you, honey.”
“Are you sitting down?” I asked.
“Am I?—”
“Because I’ve got an even bigger surprise for you.”
“Something tells me it’s not about the furniture,” Dee said.
“No, it’s a little better than furniture.” Ha! Who could believe that? “Trent and I are engaged!”
Dee made her congratulations known, very loudly, on the other end of the phone. I had to hold the phone away from my ear until she stopped shrieking.
“I think she approves,” Trent whispered.
I gave him a wry grin. “She’s definitely warming to the idea.”