Chapter 21 Eberly
EBERLY
At some point in the night, Trevino woke me, put me on my hands and knees, and took me from behind. After giving me two more mind-blowing orgasms, he gently rubbed cream on my bottom, then told me to go back to sleep.
When I woke and saw the sun was up, I felt like I’d gotten my first good night’s rest since before my wedding to Tiernan was called off. Actually, longer than that.
I stretched my arms above my head and smiled, knowing my entire body would be sore today, but it was worth it.
“She’s awake,” Trevino said, coming and sitting beside me on the bed. “And she’s smiling.” He leaned down and kissed my forehead. “How do you feel?”
“My answer now would be amazing. When I try to get up and walk around, I might change my mind.”
“A warm bath will help. Followed by a good rubdown.”
“Both sound like heaven.”
Trevino moved the sheet that covered my breasts down to my waist, and the only ache I could feel was between my legs, and that was one of desire.
“Let me look at you. Hands at your sides, and do not move or speak.” He focused his attention on my chest, using his hands, fingers, lips, and tongue to bring me to the point where I wanted to scream at him to give me what I so desperately needed.
“Come, time for breakfast,” he said, pulling the sheet so it no longer covered me.
Something told me not to spread my legs the way I wanted to or grab his hand and bring it to my pussy. No doubt, it would bring me another spanking, and while that sounded good, I doubted it would feel that way.
When he stood and held out his hand, I took it, thrilled when he pulled me into his arms, caressed my cheek with his fingers, and kissed me.
I’d never dreamed the way he made me feel was possible. It was as though he knew me so well he could give me what I needed long before I realized it myself.
“Thank you,” I said when he rested his forehead against mine.
“You’re welcome. Let’s eat.”
While he wore no shirt, socks, or shoes, he did have on a pair of well-worn jeans that were sexy as fuck.
“Should I, um…” I motioned to my nakedness with my hand.
“Use your words, Eberly.” His expression was hard to read.
“Should I get dressed?”
“Are you cold?”
I thought about it for a couple of seconds. “No, not really.” He raised a brow but didn’t speak. “So I guess I shouldn’t.”
“I’ve said more than once that you’re welcome to tell me if something you’re doing or I’ve asked you to do makes you uncomfortable. Unless you use the word red, it may or may not stop whatever is happening. However, I will listen to both your words and your body’s responses.”
“Are we in a scene now?”
“We are not. However, I want you to be naked and available for me to look at and touch whenever I want to, little dove. Tell me, is your pussy wet?”
I didn’t need to check. I knew it was. “Yes.”
“Perhaps what you really desire is for me to tell you to remain naked.”
“I do,” I confessed.
“What else do you want, Eberly?”
“I want you to touch me.”
His eyes blazed. “Where?”
I reached out and put my hand in his. When he didn’t pull away, I brought it between my legs.
With his free arm, he unfastened his jeans and let them drop to the floor. He turned us around so he lay on the bed. “Get on top of me and put my cock in your pussy.”
I had to grip the mattress when I was certain those words alone would be my unraveling. I took a couple of deep breaths, climbed up on the bed, then straddled him.
“Now, little dove.” He sounded as on edge as I felt, easing myself down on his hardness.
“Oh, God,” I moaned when it felt deeper than it had been before.
“Fuck me the way you like me to fuck you.”
He kept his hand on my waist to steady me as I increased my pace, eased off him, then thrust down. I loved it when he did that to me.
I was close to having another orgasm when Trevino flipped us both over. He pulled out of me, grabbed a condom from the bedside table, and in what seemed like mere seconds, he’d put it on and was inside me again.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and put my hands on his shoulders, digging into his flesh with my fingernails when I felt like I was ready to burst. He stilled when I squeezed him with my pussy, pulsing inside me. “God, Eberly,” he groaned as much as said. “It’s never been this good.”
Warmth spread through me. “Really?”
Trevino kissed me. It was long, hard, and deep, answering my question far better than words ever could.
“There are many things we need to discuss today,” Trevino said when we sat on the deck, eating breakfast after he gave in and allowed me to get dressed.
“My father,” I said, taking a spoonful of yogurt, granola, and fruit. “Tiernan. My house. The winery. Does that about cover it?”
“Close. There is also the matter of your protection. I would like to ask Los Caballeros to set up a schedule so there are at least two people with us at all times.”
I choked on my coffee. “With us?”
“I meant on the property when we’re here or anywhere, really.”
“Do you really believe I’m in danger?”
He sighed and rested against the chair. “I’m confident that today will bring at least some answers. Our priorities are to find your father and learn the real identity of Tiernan Burke.”
“Do you believe my dad’s alive?”
Trevino reached across the table and took my hand.
“I do, and there are several reasons why. Something more is at play here, and while we don’t know for certain, the most obvious would be that Burke pursued a relationship with you due to your family’s wealth.
At the same time, your father was facing financial difficulties that began with your mother’s illness and the medical expenses he incurred. ”
“Compounding it was the pandemic, followed by a drop in wine sales further exacerbated by overproduction,” I added.
“What else?” he asked.
“I can’t explain it, but I don’t believe my father willingly mortgaged the house or sold the winery. Even if he felt up against a wall, he would’ve asked for help. I can’t believe he’d destroy everything our family built over decades in five years.”
Trevino squeezed my fingers. “I think you’re right, and it makes me happy to hear you’re giving Malcolm the benefit of the doubt.”
“It’s amazing how great sex followed by the best sleep I’ve had in weeks has given me the clarity I didn’t possess twenty-four hours ago.”
He smiled and brought my hand to his lips. The love I saw in his eyes warmed me all over. It was love, wasn’t it? As crazy as it sounded, it had to be.
“Trevino, I…”
“We are going to work on your inability to finish your sentences.” He sighed, but winked. “Let me think. What would be a good consequence to help break you of the habit?”
My mouth gaped. “Are you serious?”
“Half.” He took a bite of the muffin he’d warmed for himself.
“Half what? Serious?”
“Tell me what you stopped yourself from saying.”
“It was—actually, I stopped myself on purpose that time.”
“Tell me,” he repeated.
I counted to seven while taking in a deep breath. “I like you. A lot.”
“Come over here.” He tugged me to his lap. “You like me a lot?”
“Yes.”
He chuckled. “I, on the other hand, remember the exact moment I fell in love with you.”
“You love me?” I gasped.
“Eberly, please. There are many things in your life you can’t be sure of. Me? How I feel about you? My love for you. It’s an absolute.”
“I, um, don’t know what to say.”
He leaned forward, and I could feel his warm breath on my ear. “Be honest with me about your feelings,” he whispered.
“I remember the exact moment I fell in love with you.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course, you don’t even remember meeting me that day.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Will you tell me when you fell in love with me?” I asked.
“Of course. But you first.”
“It was right after crush. I think I was maybe seventeen. Los Caballeros was hosting the harvest party that year, and—”
“You were sitting on the ground under the big white oak tree. Your legs were crossed, and you were running your hand over the grass.”
My eyes opened wide. “I was so bored.”
Trevino shook his head. “You were feeling left out of the festivities.”
“I was. Everyone was dancing, even Isabel, who at the time was the epitome of an ugly duckling. Sorry, I know that isn’t nice.”
He winked. “Isabel isn’t nice.”
“I saw you walking in my direction and was sure you’d go right on by. I even looked over my shoulder to see whoever it was you were on your way to talk to.”
“I took your hand and pulled you to your feet—”
I smiled, but my eyes also filled with tears at the memory. “And we danced under the twinkling lights.”
“For the first time.”
“I thought you didn’t remember.”
He put his arms around me. “And now I do. Is that why you insisted we string them in the old winery?”
My cheeks flushed. “I’ve dreamed of dancing with you again ever since that first night, and it’s always under those same lights.”
“All it took for you to fall in love with me was dancing?” He grinned.
“You know it was so much more than that.” I brushed away the tear that slid down my cheek. “That night, I told my mom I’d marry you someday. She put her arm around me and told me you were always her favorite Avila boy.”
Trevino frowned. “The timing wasn’t right for us then.”
“I was a kid.”
He chuckled. “And I was a man.” He cupped my cheek and turned my head so we faced each other. “Say it, Eberly. Let me hear the words.”
“I love you, Trevino, and I’m sorry—”
He cut me off with a passionate kiss. “I love you, Eberly, and I’ll never be sorry for it.”
“I almost married another man.”
He shook his head. “You never would’ve gone through with it.”
“No?”
“Even if you made it to the church, before you put your arm in your father’s and walked down the aisle, you would’ve thought about the day we danced in the old winery, and you would’ve known you couldn’t possibly feel that way dancing with anyone but me.”
I giggled. “You’re right. I would’ve hitched up my wedding dress, dashed out of the church, and begged someone to bring me to Los Caballeros.”
“We were meant to be, little dove.”
I rested my head on his shoulder, closed my eyes, and prayed he was right, prayed this would never end and Trevino and I would spend our whole lives together. It seemed too good to be true.