16. Cassidy #2
“I tripped. I couldn’t see where I was going.”
“Do you want me to go to the hospital?” the driver says, eyeing me in the rear-view mirror.
“No,” I say, at the same time Trenton says, “Yes.”
I shake my head. “It’s just a bruised knee. It’s not broken or anything.”
“We should get it checked out.” Trenton cradles my calf. “Can you move it?”
I grit my teeth while I bend my leg, moving it up and down. “I’ll put some ice on it when we get back to the apartment.”
“Cassidy—”
“Please, Trent. That was a lot back there. I just want to go home and relax.”
“Fine.” He blows out a frustrated breath through his nose like a bull. “Please take us home, Sam.”
Sam nods and flips on his blinker.
Ten minutes later, after Trenton insists on carrying me into the building, holding me the entire elevator ride up to the sixth floor, and down the long stretch of the hallway until we’re inside my apartment.
I kick off my shoes while Trenton grabs the bag of frozen corn in my freezer. I collapse onto the couch and he pulls my legs onto his lap while he carefully sets the bag on my knee.
I hiss. “That’s cold.”
He shakes his head, staring down at my legs as he caresses them. “I’m so sorry, Cassidy. This is my fault. I should’ve had Sam waiting for us. I should’ve gone out the VIP exit. I wasn’t thinking straight. I fucked up.”
I lean forward and cup his jaw. “Hey, look at me.”
His big brown eyes lift to meet mine.
“This is not your fault. Yes, we were both a little preoccupied with other thoughts and didn’t think to call Sam. But those paparazzi were too pushy and not giving us any space. They are the ones who are at fault for this, not you.”
“You got hurt with me—because of me.”
I press my finger to his lips. “Enough. I will not hear another word about it.”
He smirks before biting the tip of my finger. “I kind of like it when you’re bossy.”
I nudge his shoulder. “Then here’s another order for you: Watch that video I sent you.”
He shakes his head. “Not now. You’re hurt and I don’t want to—”
“Watch the video.” I pout and clutch my knee. “Please, it’ll make my knee feel better.”
He arches a brow. “Is that so?”
I grin. “Yep.”
He shakes his head but he takes out his phone and clicks on my text.
I rest my head on his shoulder as he turns his phone sideways and raises the volume, the video enlarging on his screen.
It starts with a woman answering her door in a silk robe.
A muscular tattooed man steps inside and grips her by the neck, spinning her to press her against the wall.
He pins her there, devouring her mouth in a sloppy, passionate kiss.
With one hand around her throat, the other tugs on her belt and opens her robe, sliding his hand over her breasts. He pinches her nipple and she gasps.
Then he lifts her in his arms and fucks her against the wall.
Trenton’s chest rises and falls as he watches. “Why this video?”
“Because it’s fast and raw, like they’re desperate for each other and can’t get enough. Like he couldn’t wait one more second to be inside her.”
His throat bobs as he swallows. “And this is what you want?”
I nod, squeezing my thighs together.
He tosses his phone onto the cushion beside him and pushes to his feet. “All right then.”
I watch him as he walks to my door. “Wait, where are you going?”
He swings open the door and steps out into the hallway. “I’ll be out here waiting for you to take off all your clothes and put on a robe so I can fuck you against this wall.”
He closes the door, and I don’t even care that he slammed it because I spring off the couch and hobble into my bedroom, leaving the bag of corn to melt on my floor.
I leave my dress on the floor in my bedroom and replace it with a robe loosely tied around my waist. I stare at myself in the mirror as I fluff out my hair and take a deep breath.
Once we cross this boundary, there’s no going back.
I know this, yet I can’t seem to convince myself that we should stop. I want to cross this boundary, want to feel Trenton inside of me, and it goes far beyond wanting him to write a scene in a book, or wanting to erase the memory of Sheldon with another woman.
When I open the front door, Trenton’s eyes bore into mine. Time stops, the world around us fading away. My heart pounds so hard, I can hear my pulse in my ears. It’s a deafening rhythm that only beats this way when I’m around him.
Does he feel the same?
Trenton lunges forward and I gasp but it’s cut off as he grabs me by the throat. He shoves my back against the door to close it and cages me in as he claims my mouth. His tongue parts my lips and surges inside, twisting around mine in a hungry kiss.
A warm trail of arousal trickles down my thigh at the feel of Trenton’s massive hand around my neck.
His free hand yanks open my robe and slips it off my shoulders before squeezing my breast. He tears his mouth away from mine as he licks a trail down my chest, and sucks my nipple into his mouth.
His tongue swirls around the hardened bud before switching to the other one, and my back arches, pushing my tits in his face.
His fingers slide over my clit, and he lets out a loud groan. “Fuck, Cassidy. You’re dripping.”
He coats his fingers and then brings them up to his mouth, his eyes fixed on mine as he wraps his tongue around them, humming in approval. “Open your mouth.”
My lips part as I stick out my tongue, and Trenton places two fingers inside. “Now suck.”
With his other hand still clutching my throat, I suck his fingers into my mouth and work my tongue as if it’s wrapped around his cock.
“I bet your pussy is throbbing for me, aching for me to fill you up.” The hand around my throat squeezes harder as he brings his face close to mine. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
All I can do is nod and hum around the fingers in my mouth.
God yes, I’m so ready for this.
He releases me and digs into his pocket, pulling out his wallet.
He fishes inside for a condom and tosses his wallet to the floor behind him.
I unbutton his jeans and push them down over his ass, just enough to free him from his boxers, while he tears open the wrapper and slides the condom over his length.
He grips my hips and lifts me, pressing me against the door. I wrap my arms and legs around him, and he positions his head at my entrance. We’re breathless, panting into each other’s mouths, my hips rocking against his hardness.
He looks into my eyes and pauses, hesitating. I can see the question reflecting in his gaze, and I want to erase it until there isn’t a speck of doubt left.
“Fuck me, Trent. I need you.”
Then he plunges inside me.
I cry out as he fills me, stretching me wider than I’ve ever been before.
“Oh my god.” He drops his forehead to mine and holds himself still. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.”
I grip his face and kiss him hard, needing to pour all of my emotion into him.
He pulls himself almost completely out of me before slamming back in, and he does it over and over again in a punishing rhythm. My shoulders hit the door with each thrust, and his fingers grip my ass so hard it feels like they’ll bruise my skin.
“You’re mine, Cassidy.” He grunts as he fucks me in deep, long strokes. “Mine. Do you understand me?”
“Yours. I’m yours.”
He glances down between us, watching as he pulls out and drives back in. “Look how well you take me, like this pussy was made for me. Bouncing on my cock like it belongs to you.”
I can’t look away, so turned on by the way he moves in and out of me. I reach down and rub my clit, needing to chase the wave of mounting pleasure.
Trenton unravels as he gets closer, his words becoming more possessive.
“I want to be inside you every night.”
“Fuck you forever.”
“No one else gets to make you come like this.”
“You belong to me now.”
I want all of it—everything he’s saying, everything he’s promising. I know I shouldn’t trust anything that’s said in the middle of lust-filled sex, but my stupid hopeful heart latches onto his words.
I come hard, my body shuddering against him as I scream his name, and with one more thrust he comes with me. We’re loud and unrestrained, and we’re one.
Trenton’s breaths are ragged as he presses a kiss to my forehead, then to the tip of my nose, then to each eyelid and cheek, before his soft lips meet mine.
“You’re ruining me, Cassidy Quinn.”
I smile at that. “Good.”
Because you’ve already ruined me.