Chapter 37
Be My Forever
Lynn
“You’re not goingto tell me what’s going on, are you?” I say to Matt as he drives.
“Nope,” he hums.
“Traitor,” I grumble and fold my arms across my chest.
He laughs and shakes his head. Trevor has been up to something today. I woke this morning, and he fed me breakfast in bed before telling me to dress comfortably.
Once I was ready, he sent me off in a car without another word. The car took me to the Billings ranch where Tasha and Val were waiting for me. I then spent the day being pampered with all the other women.
I have never laughed and had so much fun in my life. When I was told the spa day was a gift to everyone from Trevor, I was thrown. There were massages, manis and pedis, and facials.
I wouldn’t have thought anything of it if not for the call Val received before she and Roni rushed me off to head back home. We’re now riding through the ranch to our house. Matt doesn’t pull into the garage. He stops in front of the house.
The first thing to catch my eye are the rose petals leading up pathway to the front stairs and up the stairs to the front door. I turn to Matthew, but he has his gaze focused straight ahead. I purse my lips, knowing he’s not going to be any help.
“Fine,” I mumble and get out of the SUV.
“You have a good night, baby girl,” Matt calls after me.
“Don’t talk to me now.” I wave him off.
Following the petals, I enter the house. Stepping out of my sneakers, I then pull off my socks and place them in the cubby with the shoes. Something smells delicious, but I ignore that fact and continue to follow the petals. They lead to the door that leads down to the basement.
Opening the door, I follow the petals down the steps. My face breaks into a smile as Lisa Lisa Cult Jam’s “Lost in Emotions” begins to play. I will never forget that time Trev, Cliff, Pook, and I danced around the barn to this album.
It was the first time I thought I might have seen more in his eyes. I had been seventeen and thought I was being silly. We were all so happy.
Cliff caught us all off guard as he stopped and told Pook she would be his wife one day. That’s when I saw that look in Trev’s eyes, as if he was making the same promise silently.
This was the song playing at the time. I come back to the present as I hit the bottom of the stairs. Looking around, I don’t see anyone. However, the roses haven’t stopped, so I keep following the trail.
To my surprise, the studio is complete. It’s so nice. It looks just like a professional studio.
I open the door to the booth and follow the path to the mic mount where the petals stop. The spit guard catches my attention. There’s something fastened to it. When I move around to face the mic, I see it’s a ring box.
I cover my mouth with a shaky hand as I see the gorgeous ring sitting inside. Suddenly, strong arms wrap around me from behind. I look up to find Trev staring down at me.
He gives me a huge smile and dips his head to peck my lips. I turn to face him. As I do, he drops to one knee. The tears begin to fall as I suck in a deep breath.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Trev rumbles with laughter and his face breaks into a face-splitting smile. It dawns on me that his smile had been nervous up until now. I reach to cup his face and repeat the word I should have said nineteen years ago.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
“I didn’t ask you anything, darlin’.”
“Yes, you did. You asked me nineteen years ago. I should have said it then.
“I turned back to say it then, but you were gone. I’ve always regretted that. I was young and afraid.
“I won’t make you ask me again because the answer is and always will be yes. Yes, Trevor Paul Monroe, I will marry you,” I choke out.
He stands and cups my face between his hands. The kiss he places on my lips is so sweet and tender. I lock my fingers in the top of his hair and return the kiss with all I have.
Lifting me onto his waist, he then begins to kiss me with more hunger. He groans and breaks the kiss, pecking my nose. I search his eyes as I smile.
“I want to see this on your hand,” he says and reaches to pull the ring from the box.
I hold my hand out to him while still wrapped around his waist. Gently, he slips the ring onto my finger. We both stare at it, admiring the piece of art as it rests on my hand. He places his forehead against the side of my face.
“Nothing has ever felt so right in my life. You’re finally going to be Mrs. Monroe. I love you so much, baby,” he says, voice filled with emotions.
“I love you too. When did you finish?”
“I rushed to get it done for this. I finished this morning. Scoot and Bam helped.”
“They did?” I gasp.
“While Snacks and Jess worked on dinner and the rose petals, we were down here cleaning, hanging the last of the shelves and putting in final touches.”
“It looks amazing, thanks. You’ve outdone yourself.”
He takes my lips and kisses me passionately. The way he grabs my ass over my sweatpants brings a moan to my lips. I get the feeling dinner will have to wait.
My fiancé is kissing me as if he wants to celebrate in a naughty fashion. He slips a hand under my top and squeezes my breast. Then he starts to nip at my chin.
I moan as he makes a trail of kisses down my neck. As he nips and sucks at my skin, he carries me back out to the control room. My shirt comes off and is tossed aside.
I work to get the buttons of his shirt open as he takes my lips again. Our tongues dance together as we moan and groan into each other’s mouths. I tug the shirt from his pants as I get it open. Then I push it from his shoulders as he shrugs out of it.
He carries me over to the leather sofa in the back of the room and sits with me straddling his lap. I cup his face and lick his lips. I then bite the bottom one and pull.
He groans and shoves his hands into the back of my sweats, grasping my ass and squeezing tightly. I begin to grind against his growing erection. His hot kisses cause me to shiver in his hold.
I pull back to stare into his eyes as I run my hands over his chiseled chest to his shoulders, then down his biceps. He reaches to unfasten my bra. With a heated look in his eyes, he looks over my body, tapping my thigh for me to stand.
I get to my feet before him. Once I’m standing, he leans forward and peels my sweats off. I step out of the fabric, placing my hands on his shoulders.
Grasping my behind, he pulls me into him as he presses his nose into me and inhales. Swiftly, he lifts me onto his shoulders and sits back. His warm mouth is on me over my panties.
I settle in for his feast. He shoves my panties aside and begins to devour my core. I cry out and press my hands against the wall. Trev’s hums of pleasure vibrate through me.
“Yes, that feels so good, babe,” I gasp. “Don’t stop.”
He groans and keeps going. I can hear him fumbling with his belt buckle and jeans as I ride his face. I press my forehead to the wall and try to breathe as my body coils, building up for release.
It doesn’t take much longer for me to rain down on his face. He grunts in satisfaction as he laps my juices up. My legs are shaking around his head. I could go upstairs happy just like this.
However, my man isn’t going out like that. He’s going to make sure to do his job thoroughly. Bringing my body down into his lap, he guides me onto his waiting length.
“Trev,” I moan as he enters me.
“I’ve got you, darlin’. You know I’ll always take care of you,” he says into my ear.
I’m so wet and he feels so freaking good. I bury my face into his neck as he guides me up and down with his palms on my ass. He’s so deep and stretching me so well.
He slides down the sofa a bit and begins to thrust up into me. I lift my head and throw it back. Why does he feel so good?
“Oh shit,” I pant.
“That’s my baby. Take that cock in that sweet little pussy. You’re so wet. You hear that? You hear how wet for me you are? Ah, yes. Just like that,” he groans.
I hear it. I’m sopping wet. I can feel my pussy creaming him. Planting my hands on his shoulders, I grind my hips then take over. Trev throws his head back against the wall and locks his eyes with mine.
“I love you, baby,” he grunts. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“I love you too. You feel amazing, Trev. All I want is you,” I breathe.
Releasing his shoulders, I then reach for my breasts and palm them. Trev takes that as an offering. He tilts me back and leans in to swirl his tongue around one nipple then the other. Then he pulls that one into his mouth to suck hard.
“Oh, my God, baby,” I cry as I feel my juice gush over him even more.
I feel like I’m on a high. It’s like I’m floating away. This couldn’t possibly get any better.
As soon as I have the thought, Trev stands while still inside of me. He positions his arms beneath my thighs and palms my ass, then he bends his knees. I begin to cry out and keen loudly as he thrusts into me while bouncing me on his rock-hard dick.
His grunts and groans are so sexy as he fucks me while holding me up in the air. Years of working construction sure have paid off. Sweat is dripping down my back as he plows into me. I cling to his shoulders and throw my head back as I take all he’s giving me.
“Lord, yes. Oh my God, Trev. Oh my God.”
“You like that,” he grunts.
“Yes, I love it. You’re fucking me so good. You have me so wet and you’re so hard.”
Even as I sweat my fresh silk press out, I don’t much care. Trevor has always been great at sex, but this is next level. My toes are curling, my pussy is clenching, and my heart is pounding.
I think I might even be drooling. This is insane, but I’m not about to ask him to stop. I want more, my greedy core wants all he has to give.
He pulls out, places me on my feet, then shifts us to face the sofa. That’s when he bends me over and enters me from behind. As if not able to hit the angle he wants, he lifts his leg and plants his foot on the cushion beside me.
“Trevor,” I scream as he works his hips into me.
He replies with a slap to my ass, then another. I lift on my toes, trying to get away as I feel my climax rushing me. He drills into me faster, harder as he holds onto my hips.
His moans fill the air along with the sounds of my wet pussy and the slapping of his pelvis against my ass. I’m dancing on my tiptoes as he fucks me like I owe him something.
“I hope this is always what it feels like,” I sob.
He leans into my ear as he cups my breasts and holds me still as he pounds deeper. “If I can help it, it will,” he says hotly against my ear.
I hadn’t known I said the words out loud for him to hear. I thought I said them in my head. Damn, this dick is so good, I’m delirious.
“Stop holding back. Come for your fiancé. Come all over me. I’ve waited so long to say that, baby. Do you need me to fuck you harder, will you stop fighting it then?”
His words are like a trigger. I don’t have it in me to hold my orgasm at bay a moment longer. My legs burn and tremble.
I pump my legs as if I’m trying to run. Trev catches one and lifts it to his side, holding me open as he continues to stroke into me.
I look back over my shoulder at him. His face is covered in sweat as is his chest. His eyes glow with lust and love.
My lips part as I stare at him in awe. I’m assaulted by memory after memory of us. I’ve known this man all my life and have loved him almost as long. These feelings I have are no longer a fantasy.
This is real and he wants it as much as I do. He crushes his lips to mine in a kiss that says just as much. Gliding his hand over my inner thigh, he reaches for my clit and pinches it.
I go to collapse, but he holds me up and keeps thrusting. I feel him swelling and know he’s not going to be able to hold out much longer either. As I convulse and shake beneath him, he leans over me and presses soft kisses across my back.
A few more jerky thrusts and I feel his seed pumping deep inside of me. After a moment, he pulls out and maneuvers my body so he can spoon me on the sofa.
“It’s a good thing this place is soundproof,” he laughs into my ear.
“I know, right. You were so loud,” I tease.
“If that’s what we’re going with. You got it.”
“You used to put up more of a fight.”
He begins to tickle me. “Is that so? You’re sure that’s what you want?”
“No, no. I’m sorry. No fighting, no tickling. Trev, stop. Please,” I gasp though my laughter.
* * *
Trevor
The day turnedout better than I thought it would. The way we fucked after she said yes was phenomenal. I didn’t know I still had that in me.
To think, I still wanted … no needed to make love to her after dinner. I worked her body over until she fell fast asleep in my arms. I’m only awake and out of our bed because my back and leg are aching now.
I knock back a glass of brandy and swallow as my thoughts ramble. A storm must be coming in. That’s when my body aches most like this.
I thank God I haven’t been having those headaches anymore. I haven’t had one since the divorce. I sit back at my desk in the study and turn to face the window.
The night seems clear, but I know that can change in the blink of an eye. My thoughts go to the file in my desk. Although LaSalle handed the thing over to me, I haven’t opened it.
“Leave the past in the past, Trev,” I mutter to myself.
Lynn is here. She’s my fiancée and in three months, she’ll be home for good. Nothing good will come from knowing what’s in that file.
I should burn it and forget it even existed. I’ve thought to do that a number of times since he handed it over, but something always stops me. I turn to glare at the drawer it’s in.
“Fuck it,” I murmur and reach to pull the drawer to destroy the file.
“Trev, honey?”
I look up to find a sleepy-looking Lynn with her head poked into the room. She looks so gorgeous—bonnet on her head, a silk robe tied around her body. I can’t believe I’m able to get hard again.
File forgotten, I stand. “I’m coming, darlin’. Let’s get you back to bed.”