Chapter 45
Jessie
Inip Trey’s lip, and he groans. “If you don’t stop that, I will fuck you in a bucking chute.”
I throw my head back, laughing. “Absolutely not. Get your bag. Let’s go.”
“Where are we going?”
“My hotel room. Unless you’d rather wait until we get back to Color—”
He pinches my side.
“Okay, okay, let’s get out of here.”
He wraps his arm around me as we walk out, and I soak the moment in.
I’ve missed him so damn much—more than I think I even realized.
Without my knowledge, Trey became my safest place, favorite person, and the only person I’ve truly let see the ugliest parts of me.
I know when I tell him about Daryl and all the skeletons in my closet, he won’t run.
He’s seen more sides of me than anyone else, and he’s never turned away.
He hasn’t said it, but I think that’s love.
I think accepting someone where they’re at, understanding their insecurities, letting them grow, knowing when to push and when to pull back, are the greatest gifts someone can give another person.
Bang!
The hotel door hits the wall as we crash through it. Trey’s lips don’t leave mine as he tosses his bag to the floor. His wandering hands on the drive to the hotel set my skin on fire. I need him now. But first, I need to tell him how sorry I am and explain what happened.
I grip his face with my hands and pull back, his blue eyes focused on me. “I’m sorry, Trey. I’m so sorry I said those horrible things. I didn’t mean them, I was scared and I panicked.”
“It’s okay, Jessie. I know. I could see it in your eyes.” He kisses me softly. “Just promise me next time you’re scared, you’ll talk to me. Don’t push me away because walking out that door was the hardest thing I’ve ever fucking done. I can’t walk away from you again, so don’t ask me to.”
There is so much more I need to tell him. I was scared of a relationship, yes, but I was more scared of the consequences of that relationship. Now that Daryl is behind bars, I don’t have to worry about Trey’s physical safety anymore.
“There is more. I need to tell you why I pushed you away.”
“Later. We can talk about it all later. Right now, I’ve missed you so fucking much, and if you’re not naked in thirty seconds, I might combust.”
I smile as I kiss him, because I feel the exact same way.
Our clothes go flying, and I’m pretty sure his shirt is missing a button or two now. I forcefully shove him back onto the bed and climb on top. His hard length brushes my entrance, and I almost come from the contact.
“Come here, baby.” He wraps his hand around my neck, pulling me in for a deep kiss.
I can’t stop myself from sliding my already wet center up his cock.
Trey hums and palms both my breasts.
I’ve missed how desired and beautiful he makes me feel.
He grips my hip with one hand, pressing me harder onto him. His lips find my peaked nipple, and he sucks, the sensation causing me to arch into him and cry out.
I reach down and grip his length, smearing the pre-cum over the tip before pumping him. His hips jerk up into my hand as he switches breasts. I can’t take it any longer, I need him filling me, stretching me. I’m dripping down onto him now. I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on.
“I’m on the pill. I want you bare,” I say when he reaches for a condom.
Trey nods in agreement and looks down, growling deep in his throat when he sees I’m stroking him with my own wetness dripping onto his cock. “That’s my girl, soak me before I ruin that pussy.”
I rub my slickness over his erection.
“Is that what you want? Me to fuck you bare, so hard you feel it for days?”
“Yes,” I whimper. I bring him to my entrance, sinking fully onto him with no warning.
“Fuck,” Trey gasps, and I feel him twitch inside of me. His hot, swollen length fills me. The stretch, the burning; almost makes me come. I grind on him, needing friction as I adjust to the fullness.
“I need to come,” I start riding him, not holding back. We’re both feral with need after so long apart.
Trey doesn’t hesitate or make me wait. He thrusts up into me as he rubs my clit with his thumb.
It doesn’t take long before I come apart, screaming his name so loud I’m sure the front desk will be calling with a noise complaint.
I’m still seeing stars, my pussy fluttering when he flips us. He doesn’t pause—he relentlessly fucks me like he won’t live another minute if he doesn’t bury himself deep into me.
My tits bounce, and I have to throw my arms up to brace myself against the headboard I’m inching closer to.
“I missed the feel of you coming on my dick so much, baby.” He keeps his pace, and it’s pure bliss.
I’m gripping him tighter as erotic, wet, slapping sounds fill the room.
“S–shit, I–I’m going to come again. Come with me,” I beg, but he refuses.
“Not yet, I’ve missed you too much. I want to take my time. I love how you feel when you tremble around me.” He runs his thumb around my dripping entrance before bringing it to my clit.
My inner muscles convulse the moment he presses down.
I have no control over the sounds that escape my body when he pinches my clit between his fingers.
Shock waves roll through me as I come harder than I ever have.
He pulls out, and I squirt onto his dick and stomach.
“Oh, Trey—” The sight elicits another wave of pleasure.
“Good girl. Drench me, baby. You’re so sexy.”
My back arches, and I writhe when he slams back into me. I can feel my come coating both of us—the thought of what he made my body do makes me blush. I’ve never come so many times, so quickly.
Trey’s desire is palpable. He grows impossibly hard inside of me, and I know he’s close.
I let go of the headboard and grip my tits. Playing with myself brings me right to the edge of another orgasm.
If he’s about to fall, I’m going with him.
His eyes follow my hands and a low growl slips between his lips.
“Yes, Trey. Right there, fuck yes,” I encourage him.
He fucks me so deep, so hard, I forget to breathe.
“You’re perfect. I wish you could see what I do. Hair wild, perky tits gripped tight, your perfect pink pussy making my cock ache.”
“Do it. Come. Fill me, Trey.”
My words push him over the edge, and he loses the last of his control. He comes with my name on his lips and my pussy fluttering around him with another orgasm.
“I’m not eating that. Get it away from me.” I shove Trey.
He falls back on the bed, laughing. After sex, we showered and ordered food. He’s currently trying to get me to try a fried tomato. It looks and smells disgusting. I refuse.
I push my takeout box to the side and lay down, resting my head in his lap. “I have something I need to tell you. About why I said those things and kicked you out . . .”
“Okay.” He sets down his food, giving me his full attention.
“My dad wasn’t just a drug dealer, he was the drug dealer. And outside of drug dealing, he’d been part of an illegal gambling ring and was suspected of committing or hiring people to carry out multiple beatings.”
Trey runs his fingers through my hair, silently supporting me, encouraging me to keep going.
“Gran raised me from when I was nine on—you know that—but what I never told anyone about were the visits my dad would pay me after I turned eighteen.”
I tell him how he got me fired from my job in college. How he would show up drunk, steal money from me, threaten me and those I love, including Trey.
I sit up and brush my hair out of my face. “When he grabbed me outside of the hospital and threatened to hurt you, I panicked. He smashed your windows to show me his threats weren’t empty, and I couldn’t let anything happen to you. So I kicked you out . . .”
“Jessie, why didn’t you tell me?” Hurt flashes across his face before he masks it.
“Because I was scared! Of him, of you realizing how fucked up my family is and leaving me. I thought pushing you away would be easier. It would still hurt, but it would keep you safe, and you’d never have to know how horrible my family is.”
He takes my hand and plants a kiss on my palm. “I never would’ve left. I’m sorry I left then. I shouldn’t have. I should’ve fought harder for you; I could’ve been there to protect you. I need you to understand something, Jessie. You’re it for me. You’re the only woman I want.”
“I want you, too.”
“So, tell me: What changed? You came all the way to Texas. What about Daryl?”
“That’s the good part.” I smile at him and explain why we’re truly free of my father now.
His jaw drops throughout my story. “He assaulted you with a deadly weapon and you’re just now fucking telling me?”
“Uh . . . Yes? Technically, they could charge him with attempted murder because he had a gun on him and told me he was going to kill me, but he hadn’t pointed it at me yet or anything.”
“Jessie Hawkins, are you fucking crazy? A book—you went back for the damn book! Do not ever put yourself at risk like that again. Call me. I’ll fly back and get the damn book for you. Or better yet, I’ll buy you an entire fucking library.”
I bite my lip to keep from giggling at him. Protective Trey is hot. If he’s not careful, we’ll end up naked again before I tell him the whole rest.
“It was scary for a few minutes, but the cops got him. I’ll have to testify in court, but he’ll be going away for a very long time.
Along with Sheila, they’ve had two witnesses come forward for assault, and a massive case for drug trafficking.
The judge considers him a flight risk and refused bail. He can’t hurt either of us anymore.”
Trey runs his hands through his hair again.
“Come here.” I pat the spot on the bed next to me.
He sits and presses his forehead to mine. “You should’ve told me. I could’ve been there for you.”
“I needed to do this myself. I’ve lived in fear of him my entire life, but that’s over now. I needed to come to terms with who my family is and who I am. Because I’m nothing like them, and I understand that now.”
“I’m so proud of you, Jessie, and I know Gran would be, too.”
Tears spring to my eyes. I’ll forever be grateful for the time Trey and Gran got to spend together. I am so lucky she got to know the man I’ve fallen in love with—and know she loved him, too.