Chapter 7
“I love you. So much.” Before she could tell him how much she loved him again, Trevor was kissing her, making her naked body feel warm from the inside out. Giving her more of his love with each swipe of his tongue, the touch of his fingers over her overheated naked body had her screaming in her head, wondering what was going to happen to her next.
Her breasts ached and felt fuller. When Trevor put his mouth over her nipple, she could only cry out with it. Not in pain, not really, but with undeniable pleasure. As soon as he suckled at her breast, taking it into his mouth, Henrie came screaming out his name. A wonderful heady feeling of love blanketed her in his warmth. She knew that there was more to come, and she couldn’t wait for him to give it to her.
“Again, love. Come again for me.” She did. So many times that she lost count. Her body, seemingly too exhausted to go on, would rear up and give him what he wanted each and every time he asked. As he moved down her body, his hands making short work of exploring her, she felt her pussy soak the covers beneath her. “I’m going to stretch you for my cock. You told me once that you’d never had sex, so I don’t want to hurt you the first time we make love.”
Even the word sounded sexy to her. Cock. Something that she desired only from this man in what seemed her entire life. The very fact that he was making this as pleasurable as he could for her, she held her breath when she felt him blowing his warm breath over her entrance.
Trevor took his time making her wetter and wetter until he took her clit into his mouth and nibbled. It was a sensation that denied words to describe it. Even if she could think of any of them, she knew that it would forever be his love that had her rising up from the bed to have him take her once again.
“Mother fuck, yes, oh yes, that’s it, Trevor.” She roared out her release. It came from her feet through her head and down and out her throat. She was going to be hoarse tomorrow, and she knew that she’d wear it like a badge. He’d done this to her, and she couldn’t have been more happy. If she came like this again, she was going to die right here. Telling him that, he only laughed. Then he touched her with his finger, sliding himself in and out of her like she wanted him to do with his cock.
It felt strange at first. An invasion of her girly parts—she had no idea what to call them that sounded as sexy as cock. Then, as he slid quicker in and out of her, she couldn’t understand why she’d never had sex before. This was wonderful. Amazing. Awesome. There wasn’t anything better than this, she thought. It was then that he took her clit into his mouth again and suckled hard.
She was on a boat that had capsized. Her body was no longer her own. Every part of her, every cell and drop of blood, screamed out for Trevor to stop but to go on as well. As soon as she came a third, then a fourth time, she knew that she was going to die right here and now. Henrie knew too that she didn’t care, so long as she died as happy as she was right now. There would be nothing to keep her from it, either.
As he moved up her body, she begged him to stop. Telling him that she couldn’t take anything more. But he only had to sit back on his knees, fisting his cock for her that she knew that whatever he did to her next was going to blow her mind. It would be epic enough that she’d beg him every day, every second of every day, for more.
“Don’t tense up, love.” She did what he asked, spread her legs for him when he moved over her. She was still tense; she could feel it, but he was gentle with her. Telling her how much he loved her, how her cream tasted to him. When he moved his cock at her entrance again, she cried out when he pushed forward. Broke through the barrier that made her no longer a virgin but his other half for life.
Neither of them moved while she tried to deal with the pain. It wasn’t as horrific as she’d thought it would be, but it was still painful. Moving her hips to try and get herself in a better position, she moaned when she realized that he had moved with her. It was as if they were connected on some level that only their bodies knew.
“If you keep moving like that, I’m not going to be able to be a gentleman about this and let you get used to me.” She looked up at him. His face was granite-hard. The strain of him really being a gentleman was taking a huge toll on him. Moving her hips again, watching his face, she rolled her hips upward and watched the stiffness of his face disappear in a kiss that he gave her.
It didn’t take her long to come several times after that. Trevor seemed bent on making her enjoy this more than he was. When he pulled her hips up to meet his on his downward stroke, she held onto his shoulders as if she knew she was going to break apart. When she did, when she came with him, Henrie knew that nothing would ever be the same between them. That they were forever more a couple and that nothing could tear them apart. It hit her hard that what he’d said to her was true. They were one, in love and loving more by the day. Then, she simply blacked out.
Waking in the bed, she was alone. But sitting up, nearly making her sick with the dizziness, she laid back down when he came out of the bathroom. As soon as he snuggled his cool body next to hers, Henrie wrapped her body around his and closed her eyes. The tension that she’d been holding onto for the last several days about sleeping with Trevor was gone. And in its place was pure bliss. Knowing that she was safe, she let sleep take her under. She felt the smile on her face grow when she realized what she’d just done with her husband.
When she woke again, she was alone in the big bed. She could hear Trevor talking in the bathroom and got up to see what he was doing. As soon as he saw her, he smiled hugely and pointed to the bathtub.
The tub was about half full of water and bright green bubbles. She’d picked up the bath bomb a few days ago and hadn’t used it as yet. Dipping her toe into the water, she couldn’t believe how warm it felt.
As soon as she sat down, her body screamed out in tight muscles and bits of pain here and there. Nothing she thought she couldn’t handle. Especially when Trevor sat on the commode next to her. He was smiling at her then he winked.
“How are you feeling? I’m sorry I was so rough on you. Your skin is very easily bruised, isn’t it?” She noticed it then. The small finger marks that he’d made on her body. The marks of his teeth on her breast. Henrie touched each of them, remembering what he’d done to her to have marked her in such a way, and it made her shiver.
“I’m going to think of them as badges of honor.” She leaned back in the tub and smiled up at him. “Are you going to join me, or am I going to be soaking here all alone.”
“If I get into the tub with you, I’m going to take you again. As it is right now, I am holding on dearly to my poor out of shape body until I can rest up.” She laughed, asking him what had happened. “First of all, Maverick didn’t know that we’d told everyone else not to call us. However, it is nearly three o’clock in the afternoon, so I can forgive him.”
Henrie asked him if he was serious, and he only had to show her his cell phone to prove to her that they’d slept nearly twenty hours straight after going to bed last night at around eight-thirty. No wonder she felt so good. A great night’s sleep like she’d had would do that for a person.
Trevor started to strip down, and when he was naked, he joined her anyway in the tub, sitting behind her in the large area and helping her wash up her arms. She knew on some level there was more to tell her, but like he seemed to be doing, she didn’t want to rush it.
“You remember me telling you about the kid? Her name was Debra when we first encountered her, but her real name was Lavender.” She said that she remembered them telling her that she was in prison. “Not really a prison but a place that made it so that she would never escape, nor would anyone be around to talk to her. She was killed this afternoon, just after one o’clock.” She turned and looked at him.
“I wouldn’t imagine that it was just her being killed that had him calling you. Something else happened.” He nodded and poured shampoo into his hand, and washed her hair. “Tell me, please. If not, I’m going to think of all kinds of things that might have happened with her dying. Did she kill anyone?”
“Yes, her guard.” Reaching for the plastic cup that she’d been using on her hair, he rinsed it out of all the shampoo. “They would drop things into her cell from an opening in the top of the cell. It wasn’t a large hole, and it was a good twenty feet from the floor, too. Her food was given to her by a slot that was only big enough to slide the tray into the side of her prison, and that was all. When the man who was working the shift dropped her down some extra blankets that she asked for, she had somehow made her way up to the hold and grabbed him. There wasn’t any way for her to get out of the cell, but she pulled him in over and over until he was decapitated and died.” She sat up again and looked at Trevor, asking him to finish the story. “One of the other guards saw what was happening but was too late to get help to the other man. What he did do was drag the body out of the opening and fire down into the opening until he could see that she was dead.”
“Was she?” Trevor told her that they wouldn’t open the cell for a week, watching her every move to make sure that she wasn’t faking her death. “If not, then they’d go in, retrieve her body, and bury her on the land that surrounds the facility.”
“She had no family, I take it.” Trevor told her that any family that she’d had was dead as far as she was concerned, and if there was family, they’d never know what happened to her anyway. That’s the reason for the cell that she was in. “It’s kind of frightening. Don’t you think that they have those cells for a reason? I mean, how many are out there, and are there a lot of them all over the United States?”
“I don’t know, and yes, they’re all over the country. Just for people like her, who seem to have no conscious for what they do or how they do it.” She shivered and asked him if it would ever come back on them that they had a part in her being locked up. “No. The only reason that Maverick knows is because he was watching the area. While he didn’t see it, he knew who to call to find out what happened. There will be nothing saying that she died now how she was killed. No obit in the paper. The place where she’ll be buried will not have a marker nor a headstone to mark who had passed and how. She didn’t exist so far as anyone is concerned.”
No more was said about Lavender or whatever her name was. They soaked in the tub for a while until the water got too cold. After getting out of the bath, they dressed and decided to get some dinner and find them each a car. She thought that it was the perfect way to spend black Friday with all the stores going crazy. Then, it occurred to her that it was almost Christmas, and she didn’t know if they had a single ornament between them. She didn’t even know if they celebrated Christmas or did they go all out. So many things that she didn’t know about her new family that would make or break the holidays.
Glad that they talked on the way to Columbus. The weather had turned to a warm forty degrees, making the roads slushy and dangerous. But most of the highways were cleared off and it was easy going for the two of them. As soon as they were off the highway and into Columbus, the roads were perfectly clear there as well.
“This year, my brother is going to host Christmas. Clay and Lizzy were living in the family home and wanted to be the first to have all of them over. Jenson and Jade would be late in coming as they had political things that needed them to be present, and then they were going to DC to have dinner with the president.” She’d not realized that they knew the man, and it turned out that Jade was the godmother to the president’s oldest child at ten years old.
While in town, the two of them picked up some decorations to do the house in as well as a large tree that would be in their living room. She was able to get everything delivered to their home by calling in a couple of her own favors and one of the drivers that worked for Banister and Banister—B&B would pick them up on his way back to the offices and have them delivered. It was the most fun she’d had shopping, knowing that she’d not have to carry things to the car and then drive home with an overstuffed vehicle.
Not only did they get a great many ornaments for the tree but the two of them picked up some gifts for the family as well. When it was getting dark out, they decided to stay in town to do some more shopping in the morning. B&B was closed the weekend and wouldn’t open again until Tuesday of next week. Then, after Christmas, it would be closed from two days before the holiday until the Monday after the New Year’s. Christmas bonuses would have been shipped out the week before Thanksgiving, giving them enough time to make arrangements for their own holiday shopping.
They had to call some of the family to ask for things that the children had wanted. Like most people that had a new family they were going all out. The twins were the only ones that they’d been given a list with, and it was only gift cards to places that sold books and other items that babies would like things from. Still, they purchased them both a gift and were glad that they’d been told that they don’t dress alike but similar.
She’d never had this much fun buying gifts for people. Her grandparents, of course, but there hadn’t been anyone else in her life that she wanted to go all out for. For their drivers, they gave them bonuses and time off with pay for the holidays. However, this was something new to her, and she thought that when the kids came around, they’d be shopping from the day after Christmas until the next holiday. Being with her family this season was going to be epic. And she couldn’t wait to enjoy her familie’s and have so much fun. Yes, she thought, the holidays were going to be so much more fun.
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Trevor was about as excited as he’d ever been. They’d been out and about all day and now they were having a nice dinner in one of the most posh restaurants in the city. Having a steak and all the trimmings, he was happy that Henrie had decided that she wanted seafood and had gotten a lobster tail with warm butter, too. They could barely eat. They were touching each other above and below the table. They’d even had a delicious wine to go with their meals.
“I heard from the drivers. Your brother showed up and let them in the house just fine, and they’ve made sure that everything is locked up so that no one gets in. Also, he checked on my grandparents while there, and he said that they were doing just fine, having a good time.” Trevor asked her if they were aware of what was going on with the delivery. “I don’t think so. He said they thought it was just furniture that was being delivered and told them not to scrape the floors. This is the most fun I’ve had in ages.”
“Me too. I mean, not just buying things, I’ve never done that before, but just the sneaking around that we’ve been able to do.” Their salads were brought to them, and they ate them while going over the gifts they’d already been able to take care of. “I’m glad you thought of that cruise for my parents. I think they’ll love it.”
“They deserve it. I know that they’ve had one a few years ago and I know that your mom has been hinting around to your father about going.” Trevor told her that his dad wasn’t one to take hints all that well. “That’s what your mom said. She said that what she’d do normally was to go ahead and book things for them and then later, closer to whatever they were going to do was to tell him then. Then he’d act like it was all his idea.”
“Your dad is brilliant but befuddled most of the time. I think that it has something to do with keeping up with all of you boys.” Trevor told her that he was sure that was it. “I’ve never seen a man that loves his wife as much as he does. Other than us. But he almost worships her. It’s kind of nice, I think.”
“My parents have always been in love, I think. Dad would buy Mom flowers because it was the twelfth of the month. Or take her out to a movie because he wanted her to see something that he knew she’d like. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t something that he’d enjoy, he told me once. It was because he knew that she would.” She asked him about flowers. “Mom was never one to enjoy cut flowers. When they died, she was heartbroken, and it bothered him. So, each year, around the first part of spring, he would buy her a living bloom. Not necessarily roses, though she does love them, but he would buy her something that she could plant and watch it grow. He’d tell her his love for her. He’s very romantic. Forgetful at times, but he is the one that taught us how to treat a woman that you love.”
“I’ll have to thank him later. I love you.” He told Henrie that he loved her as well. “I never in my wildest dreams thought that I’d ever find love. Not like this, anyway. I always thought that I might settle for someone later when I was too old to change my ways and just live with him because I didn’t have time to mess with someone new in my life. But that’s not true of you. I find that I want to spend time with you. And if we live to be a hundred years old, it’s doubtful to me that we’d ever get bored with each other.” Trevor said that she was a romantic, too. “Because of you.”
They were finished with dinner at around seven. Since it was too cold to do much in the way of walking around, the two of them headed back to their hotel. He’d never been so glad for a limo to pick them up as he was that night.
The weather had turned nasty again and neither of them was looking forward to driving home tomorrow. The cars that they had picked out were four-wheel drive but it still made Henrie nervous driving. He promised her that they were in no hurry and that if she had to stop for any reason, even just to relax a bit, he would as well since they had nothing but time on their hands.
There had been a horrific accident on the road when they were just outside of Zanesville. It took them longer than he thought to get around it and by the time they were home, they were both exhausted. He knew that it was because of the harrowing experience of driving in the snow, but he also knew that it had stressed Henrie out more because of the wreck. He was never so happy to see their driveway as they pulled up in front of the house. Getting inside, he was glad for the furnace and the warm living room. Sitting down on the couch, he nearly swallowed his tongue when Henrie sat on his lap facing him.
Pulling off her jeans, he watched her as they were dropped on the floor. It was then that he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any panties. Nor he’d noticed all night was she wearing a bra. Every part of him seemed to wake up and was ready for anything that she wanted.
“You could kill a man doing this to him when he’s stressed out.” She moved to sit on the couch next to him after taking off her blouse. Then he knelt down on the floor in front of her. Putting her legs on either side of his body, he pulled her to the end of the couch and leaned down to her wet, warm entrance. “Come for me, Henrie. Come for me so that I can taste all that you are.”
Licking her from gate to clit, he slid his tongue deep inside of her. He was rewarded with a flood of cream so thick and wonderfully flavorful that he couldn’t stop taking as much as he possibly could from her. Her moans were enough to make him come on his own, but he wanted her pleasure before he had his own.
Trevor had no idea how long he had eaten her—it felt not nearly long enough, but when she jerked his head up from her by grabbing his hair, he could see the lust on her face. There was love, too. Shining as brightly from her eyes as he hoped his did to her.
“Take me, Trevor. Fill me before I come again.” He sat up from her, pulling her off the couch and onto his cock. She screamed, falling backward onto the couch as she continued to scream over and over in her release. “Come with me, please? I need you to come with me and give me a climax that takes me away.”
Rolling to the floor, he took her. It had been his idea to make love to her gently, but she wasn’t having it. Nor was he. Fucking her hard, no other word for it, he slammed in and out of her even as she came again and again.
When his own climax took him, starting at his cock and spreading all over his body hard and fast, he knew that this woman was going to kill him with sex. Trevor felt his eyes roll to the back of his head and dizziness roll over him. His body stiffened, the pounding of his heart so violent that he was sure that it was going to come from his chest. As his body was reaching the pinnacle, he came again. Hurting this time, he cried out. When he was finally spent, more than he’d ever been in his life, he fell atop of Henrie and lay there.
“You’re too heavy.” Henrie giggled then. “Please, Trevor, you need to roll over before you murder me. I can feel your cock still moving, and it’s making me have these little heart-palpating kinds of climaxes.”
He rolled them both over with the last of his strength. When she giggled again, he opened one eye. That’s all he could muster right now, and he glared as best he could at her. Not that it mattered. She had closed her eyes and looked to be sound asleep. Adjusting her around so that they were both comfortable, he closed his eyes as well and let sleep and the long day take him under.
He had no idea what time it was when Henrie shook him awake. Pulling on his jeans, not bothering with zipping them up, they made their way to their bedroom. Tomorrow, their hot tub was coming, and he couldn’t wait. Getting the kinks out of his body from having sex a great deal more than he’d ever had, Trevor knew that if he got any more relaxed than he was right now, he’d be dead. There was no doubt in his mind that sex was the best relaxant that he’d ever experienced.
The bed was nice and cool. He had no idea why, but he enjoyed getting into a cool or cold bed year-round. There was an electric blanket on it but he never used his. Snuggling up to Henrie when she was warm would cause her to squeal and smack him, but he didn’t care. He held her to him until he was warm, too.
The next morning, he got up before Henrie. He was going to allow her to sleep as long as she wanted as he took a shower and got ready for the day. There were boxes of items that had been delivered, and he wanted to get a start on them right away. The tree could wait until Henrie got up as he wanted to make sure that they both decorated their tree this first year. It made him wonder if, by this time next year, they’d have a child and smiled. Children. He wanted as many as Henrie wanted.
By the time she’d come to join him in the dining room—where he was putting things that needed to be wrapped, he’d been able to unearth the wrapping paper that they’d gotten, as well as tape and scissors. As soon as she said the word, they’d be ready.
“You didn’t put the tree up?” Trevor explained to her his reason for not tackling the big job. “That’s so sweet of you. I love it. We’ll have our first of many Christmases this year, and I can’t wait.”
The two of them spent nearly three hours on just putting the tree together and into the corner where they wanted it shown off in. He knew that they’d bought a tall tree, but he’d not counted on it taking forever to put together. Getting out the few ornaments that they’d gotten, it was looking more and more festive as they hung them on the branches.
Henrie was making a list of things that they needed, too. There were plenty of lights to cover the tree, but they’d forgotten to get the little hangers for ornaments. They also needed an extension cord to plug in the train set that was going to be surrounding the tree when it was finished.
They also decided that they wanted a big wreath for the front door as well as a smaller tree for their dining room. Neither of them thought that it would get used overly much but they wanted the house to be festive as they could make it. Also, the kitchen. She wanted to decorate it as well since they took most of their meals in there.
By the time they were finished up, the hot tub had arrived. Putting it off from their bedroom seemed to be the smartest thing to do, and it would keep others from getting into it if they were gone. He’d never seen it himself, but he’d heard of people using their neighbor’s pool and hot tub while they were out of town and trashing things up. While he didn’t think that would happen with them, he was taking no chances.
After having a light lunch and then a big supper, both of them were ready to go back to bed. However they did have to get some of the presents wrapped up so that no one would see them if they just happened by. Trevor thought that the excitement of being able to surprise his family this year was the most fun.
Years before, he would just get his brothers whatever they told him they wanted. No more. He’d had the most fun picking out Jenson’s gift. They’d found a gavel and had his name put on it. It didn’t seem like much, but he knew that Jenson would get a kick out of it. And for Clay, they’d gotten him a miniature Land Rover because of all the work he’d been doing since taking over NASA. Things like that for each of them that while not costly, they were meaningful.
That night, they were able to get into the hot tub and relax. He thought for sure that Henrie was going to have to use a scoop to get him out of it. His body was nothing but limp muscles by the time they were ready for bed. He was nearly asleep, standing up when he was in the bedroom and into the bed.