Chapter 22 #2
“What are you two talkin’ about?” Trick asked, turning his attention back to me.
I gave him a shrug and replied, “Oh, you know. Just being nosey. It’s our way.”
He gave me a look like he wasn’t buying it. “Uh-huh. Well, whatever you two are gossipin’ about, do me a favor, and stay out of Cord and Rory’s business.”
My back shot straight as I yelped, “You know?”
“I don’t know.”
“You totally know!” I shot back, turning to Tempie and declaring, “He knows and he hasn’t said anything!”
“I don’t know,” Trick insisted on a chuckle. “But I’m not blind, deaf, or dumb. I’m a detective, for Christ’s sake. I notice the shit goin’ on around me.”
“Gah!” Tempie cried. “You and Hayes suck at gossip. You know that?”
Hayes looked at his wife and winked. “Love you too, baby.”
Trick shook his head. “All I’m sayin’ is stand back and let whatever’s happening with those two play out on its own.”
I pouted and crossed my arms over my chest. “You know, I don’t like you very much when you’re being all rational and wise.”
His smirk made my belly flip and my panties grow damp. “Yeah you do.”
“Nuh-uh,” I continued to argue, but it came out sounding breathy as the haze of alcohol, coupled with the look in his eyes, made me hot enough to melt in my seat.
He leaned in close, running the tip of his nose along the side of mine as he lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Then I guess I’ll just have to go about makin’ you like me again when we get home.”
Well damn. “Yes, please.”
He let out a husky chuckle that made me shiver. “You ready to call it a night?”
Hell yeah I was.
Trick’s hot, hard chest pressed against the full length of my back as he took me from behind. I braced my hand on the headboard as the muscles in my thighs began to quiver from exertion.
“Yeah, baby. Just like that,” I coaxed, urging him to drive into me hard and faster.
His hands left my hips and came up to grip the headboard next to mine, the force of his hold turning his knuckles white as his cock powered in and out. God, he felt amazing.
“Let me hear you, beautiful,” he grunted against my neck. “I wanna hear how much you love what I’m doin’ to you.”
My head fell back against his shoulder on a loud, needy moan. For the first time in weeks, we had the house to ourselves, so there was no need to be quiet.
“You feel so good,” I panted. “Fuck me hard, Trick.”
One of his hands left the headboard and came down on my breast. His thumb and finger pinched and rolled my stiff nipple, sending a shock straight to my clit.
I tilted my ass to take him even deeper, leaning toward the headboard to give myself the leverage I needed to drive myself back into his thrusts.
“Christ, I love when my girl goes wild. You close, Nona?”
“Yes,” I breathed. Every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire, and my pussy clenched around him as I drew closer and closer to that edge. “So close. Make me come, honey.”
Trick pinched my nipple harder as his other hand slipped down my body, right to where we were connected. His fingers circled my clit with the perfect amount of pressure, and just like that, I went off, crying out Trick’s name until my throat burned and my voice grew hoarse.
Before my release had even begun to wane, Trick pulled out, grabbed hold of me, and whipped me to my back with my head at the foot of the bed. He slammed back in with vengeance, and I came a second time as I wrapped my arms and legs around him.
“Kiss me,” he demanded as he fucked me harder than he ever had before.
I didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted, lifting my head so his lips could crash down on mine. His tongue thrust against mine with the same rhythm of his cock, and I was lost to the incredible way he manipulated my body.
His grunts turned into a groan as he drove in to the hilt and poured himself inside me. After having the talk where I informed him I was on the pill and had gotten myself checked after Chris cheated, we’d nixed the condoms. So when I had him, I had all of him. And it was fucking brilliant.
We lay tangled in each other for a minute or two as we got our bearings. Once we could breathe normally, Trick pulled his head out of my neck and looked down at me with a warm expression. “So beautiful,” he murmured with a soft voice. “Luckiest man on earth.”
“Then that makes me the luckiest woman on earth, handsome.”
He pulled out and rolled from the bed, wrapping his arms around me and taking me with him. “Go get cleaned up,” he said before placing a kiss against my lips. “Then come back to me, yeah?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” I said with a jaunty salute. The alcohol from earlier had long since worn off. Now I was completely drunk on Trick.
That earned me a slap on the ass on my way, and I let out a squeak and started for the bathroom.
Once I finished cleaning up, I slipped on another nightie and went about my nightly routine, washing and moisturizing my face, and scrubbing the taste of beer from my mouth.
I made it back into the bedroom, ready to snuggle down with Trick just as his cell started ringing from the nightstand beside my bed.
“Wanderly,” he answered, alerting me to the fact that it wasn’t one of his kids. If it had been Shawn or Hannah, his voice would’ve been totally different. He would have greeted with a “Bud,” or a “Banana,” spoken in a tone so sweet I’d swoon.
There was no missing the ice in his voice as he snapped, “What?” I stopped in place as the air in the room suddenly grew thick, making it hard to breathe. “You gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” he growled, stomping over to his jeans on my bedroom floor.
He looked at me as he clipped, “We’ll be there as soon as we can.” Then he hung up and started moving faster.
“Is everything okay?”
“I need you to get dressed, Nona,” he said. “We need to go.”
My stomach plummeted, and the high I’d been riding thanks so a great night and even better sex deteriorated. “Is... Is it the kids?”
“No, beautiful. The kids are good, but we need to move.”
I wanted to pepper him with questions about what was going on, but I could see the seriousness in his eyes clear as day, so I flew into action.
All the while, my stomach churned with an impending sense of dread.