Chapter 3

Trent - Chapter 3

"I'll be back in two days to hang out with you. In the meantime, you're to take it easy and not do much more than just fish and chop wood if you want." Trent nodded at his brother. Sterling had told him he'd bring him up here, but he couldn't stay until the weekend…not that he didn't want to, but could not just yet. The weekend was three days away. But Trent had to do this. It was the only way that his mom would forgive him. "You don't have your cell on you, do you?"

"No. I had to leave it with Mom." That was another thing that he had to do. One day a week he had to turn off his cell phone and his computer and not use them at all. He thought perhaps that was going to be the hardest. "I don't want to die, Sterl. I came close. If this is what I need to do to make myself take it easy, I can do this. Besides, Mom was pretty pissed at me the other day, and I need to make her happy."

"Yeah, she was. Don't ever do that again, okay? Nor are you allowed to have another heart attack. No matter how minor. You scared the shit out of all of us." Trent told him that he wasn't planning on it. "When I come up, I'll bring us some food, along with a few beers. We'll hang out, catch a few fish, and then be better men for it. I'll read up on how to bait our hooks."

Trent didn't even know how to fish. He'd had to look it up on the Internet yesterday when his mom told him what he had to do here. He looked down at the camera—a real one—and wondered if she'd believe him if he told her that it didn't work. To have to take pictures of his fish when he caught them was going to be difficult, because he was sure he was never going to catch any.

When they were boys, their dad had brought them up here to relax, but Trent had never really thought of it as a place to relax. There was always something that had to be done. Wood to chop, though they never seemed to burn it. Branches needed to be picked up. Again, there seemed to be no use for them. And then there was the added bonus that the place had no television or radio. At least indoor plumbing had been added when he was about five, and there was power to the house. He'd hated it from the very beginning. But he now knew that he had missed the point of the venture with his dad and brothers.

Only after they stopped making the trip did he get why they did it. His dad, not much of an outdoorsman either, had wanted them to do things together. Manly things, he guessed. But all it had ever done was make them dread it. Much like he was dreading this now. But he also knew that he had to let things go...rest. And the only way he might be able to do that was to simply get away from it all. And though he didn't want to be here, it was the best place for him.

Trent was actually looking forward to having no phone service. Also the lack of television. What he wasn't going to enjoy was that he was the only one around for miles. He was terrified that he'd have another attack and no one would be there to help him. His mother told him he would be fine. Trent wasn't so sure. Sometimes in the middle of the night he'd wake, feeling the pain in his chest so badly he thought for sure it was happening again.

After they unloaded the truck of his clothing and the food that he'd had to bring, Sterl sat on the front part of the wrap-around porch with him as the sun went down. It would be pitch black out soon, and Trent was sort of worried for his brother driving in it. Not that he couldn't handle it, but he still worried about him. Trent seemed to worry about a great many things concerning the wellbeing of his family these days.

At a little after ten, his brother said he had to go. "You call to me if you need me. I'll be here as quickly as I can." Trent told him he would. "You're going to be fine, Trent. Mom just wants you to take it easy for a little while. Hell, we all might have to take turns if this works out for you."

"You never know. You might come back and I'll have decided to live here." Not likely, but Sterl laughed. "Be careful."

When he was alone—and out here he really was alone—Trent sat back on the porch and looked out over the lake. It was a beautiful place, and the real sounds of nature beat the canned experience on the CDs he'd recently been listening to. They were said to help you relax. Trent had wanted to break the CD after ten minutes.

The place had been his parents' home when they had first married. Back then it had been one bedroom with a large living, kitchen, and dining area all in one. An outhouse had been out back, and there had been no running water or power. But that had all changed recently.

Trent had known that his parents had made some updates, but he'd not known how extensive they were until now. It was as good if not better than the home he'd just bought. And a good deal bigger. It was huge now, even by cabin standards.

There were eight big bedrooms, each with their own bathroom, a large eat in kitchen, plumbing, and running water to the entire house and some places out on the beautiful deck. The living room boasted a large fireplace and air conditioning for the hot hazy days of summer. The deep freeze, according to his mom, was full, and the walk-in pantry was fully stocked. He did wonder how long she expected him to stay.

The place was set for him to live here for the rest of the summer should he want to, but he didn't think it would come to that. He really did have some things that he needed to take care of in town, but in order to make his mom happy, he was here for ten days. Ten long and lonely days, not counting when Sterl came to see him.

Going in around midnight after watching the deer roam around for a bit and hearing every sound that was made in the woods beyond, he made his way to the master bedroom. It had, according to his mom, the nicest mattress. He decided to take a long, hot shower and hope that it would relax him enough that he'd be able to sleep. Sleep wasn't his best friend of late.

His business was hurting a little from the sting of walking away from Ford Enterprises. Not anything that they'd not recover from; billing hours mostly. But he knew now that his brother had been right. He'd come to learn that Elijah knew a great deal about business, and had he turned to him at any point, they might have been able to foresee the issues with Ford before it had all gone to shit. That was on his list of new Trent laws…listen to his family and let them do more for him. Even at the risk of driving him crazy.

Pulling a towel from the rack, Trent simply dried himself off as he made his way to his cases that were on the bed, not bothering with the soft pants and boxers he'd brought into the bathroom with him. But the sight of Joe in his room had him holding the towel tightly in front of his naked body.

"I think there's been a mistake." Not as far as Trent could see, but he said nothing to her. "I was told that I could hide out here and not have to worry about Mr. Ford trying to hurt me. I don't think anyone knew you were going to be here."

"He won't. Ford will never touch you again so long as I'm alive." His voice sounded thicker even to him. "I was taking a shower. I didn't hear you come in."

"I should leave." Trent took a step toward her and she took one back. "I don't want to be here with you. You...I have no more use for you than you do me. It was a mistake, my coming here."

"I'm sorry about the other day." She didn't move when he took another step toward her. Trent tightened his grip on the towel when he felt his cock hardening beneath it. "It was never my intention to frighten you like I did. I only wanted to touch you. My wolf, he can be a little aggressive when he sees something that he wants."

"You should back up." He didn't, but took two more steps toward her. She moved back, and when her back hit the door behind her, Trent closed the distance between them. "Don't touch me, Mr. Calhoun. I'm not what you think I am. I'm not even sure you didn't have it right when you said we'd been set up."

"My mate. That's who you are and no one, not even my father, could have tricked me into that." He ran his fingers down her cheek with his free hand and thought there wasn't anything softer than her skin. "My wolf scared you, didn't he? When he recognized you as our mate, he scared you. I'm sorry about that."

"He did no such thing." He nearly smiled at the indignant sound in her voice but didn't. She licked her lips then, and he watched in fascination as her moist tongue traced along the very flesh he wanted to taste. "You're too close to me. Could you please back away? We can talk in the other room, but not here."

"Why not here?" Trent leaned down to her mouth and brushed his lips over hers before taking her lower lip into his mouth and nipping at it. "Is it because this is the bedroom? Or that I'm naked here in this room with you? Am I scaring you now, Joe? Do you want to run from me again? If you do, then my wolf is going to take me and I'm going to let him run you down. He'd like that, to chase his mate and tear your clothing off to taste you."

She was aroused. He could smell it, and his wolf was as thrilled as he was about it. She moaned slightly when he touched his fingers to her throat then down over her shoulder. Trent wanted to take her now, against this wall, only to toss her to the bed and take her there too. But he also knew that he didn't want to scare her again. Never again.

"You need to back away from me now." Her hand touched his arm, and he felt her heat. When her fingers curled around his arm, as if to hold onto him, he leaned in and took another taste of her lips. "This is going much too fast for me. I know nothing about you."

Instead of answering her, even if he could have, he dropped his towel and let it fall to the floor between them. As he lifted her up by cupping her ass, her legs wrapped around his hips. Her body molded against his like she'd been made to fit there, which, in a way, she had been.

He needed her. Wanted to mark her as his mate, make love to her until he couldn't move. But he didn't want to hurt her, and possibly scare her into not trusting him. He rocked into her heat, feeling her need as she rolled her hips toward his. Moving his mouth along her throat to her pounding pulse, he nipped her there.

She came then, her body holding his tightly in her grip as she cried out her release. Pulling her to his body, he made his way to the bed and laid her over it. His cock was tight with the need to release. Precum dripped from the tip, and he fisted his cock so he could get a grip on himself. But when she sat up, her body still clothed, Trent nearly cried out when she licked his crown and held him in her mouth.

"I want to see you." Nodding, she lay back on the bed and started to unbutton her blouse. "Now, baby. I need you now."

Pulling her from the bed, he staggered slightly when her weight fell against his. Trent loved having her body close to his, and kissed her again while he reached to the bottom of her blouse and ripped it from her. Next were her pants. Sliding his hand down into the top of them, he gripped the material hard, trying not to think about how her ass was right there for him, and tore them from her as well. When she stood in only her panties and bra, he took a step back.

"Christ." She was more beautiful than he'd ever imagined. And over the last several days he'd imagined her a great many ways. When she cupped her breasts, her nipples spilling from the top of the bra, he knew that if she touched him now he was as good as dead.

"I've never had sex before. I've thought of it often." He nodded, watching as she played with her breasts. When they were naked, the bra shoved up over them, he whimpered when he saw her thick nipples, hard as stone, being tugged on by her hands. "I've given myself pleasure before. I love coming, don't you?"

"You're killing me. Let me see all of you." She nodded and pulled her bra off and dropped it to the floor. "Panties. Please, take them off before I do it for you."

"I don't know why I want you so badly, do you?" He told her again that she was his mate, his other half. Trent wasn't sure if he was making sense, but he was watching her fingers dance down the front of her body. "Will you give me pleasure too?"

"Yes. As much as you want." When she bent at the waist and stood up, her last barrier to him gone, he dropped to his knees in front of her. "I'm going to drink from you. I can smell how aroused you are, and all I can think of doing is eating you."

Not waiting for an answer, he pulled her to him and his mouth. As soon as he took her clit in his mouth, he bit down, bringing her to a quick climax. Trent was going to feast on her, even if it killed him. And right now, he didn't care if he died…he had his mate.

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Joe wasn't sure what she had expected when he brought her body to his mouth. She knew what oral sex was…she'd have to be stupid to have not heard of it over her lifetimes. But what he was doing to her body right now bordered on ecstasy. More than that, it had to be the best thing she'd ever experienced. When she came twice more, his mouth eating her as if she were a fine steak, she felt her knees weaken each time. Trent backed her up, using his mouth and hands, and Joe fell onto the bed. Looking up at him as he knelt between her thighs, she thought perhaps he was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen.

He moved closer to her, his fingers spreading her nether lips open as his mouth descended to her. When he suckled her clit into his mouth, she watched him, riding his mouth as he brought her to peak again. When he lifted his head from her, just enough that she could see his mouth, she wanted to beg him not to stop, but he slid his fingers over her clit again and spoke.

"I'm going to stretch you for my cock." Nodding, she wondered aloud if it would hurt. "No. I hope not anyway. But I plan to eat you until you're so ready for me that you won't care if there is a little pain with it."

"I'm ready for you now." He shook his head and fucked her with his fingers. "I like that. Very much. More. I need more."

He fucked her this way, his mouth devouring her as his fingers moved in and out of her faster and faster. She never came again; it was wonderful, but as soon as she was ready to release he'd pull back and start anew. Joe was ready to hit him when he stood up over her.

His cock was thicker than it had been before. Longer too, she thought. Sitting up, she reached for him only to have him step back. He told her if she touched him, he'd come now instead of inside of her.

"I want to be there when I come, deep inside of you. Feeling you tightening around me as you come." She wanted that as well and lay back when he told her too. Opening her legs felt strange, but she was so needy by now that she would have done most anything for some sort of relief. As he joined her on the bed, pulling her to the middle where he was, she felt her body tense up again.

"No, love, don't. I just want to taste these lovely breasts now." He leaned over her and took just her nipple into his mouth and nibbled. She rose up, curling her fingers in his hair in hopes of him giving her something more. But the harder she tried to get him to touch her again, the more he pulled back. Finally, she rolled him to his back and sat over him. His cock was just between her nether lips, and she ran her finger over the crown that was dark and full of blood.

"I want to feel you now. I need to have you inside of me so that I can come again." He nodded and helped her sit up on her knees. As he held his cock in his hand he told her to lower herself over him slowly so as not to hurt either of them. She leaned on his chest and watched as her pussy seemed to eat his cock. It was erotic seeing him like this, and she felt him fill her up even as she knew it was hurting him to be so gentle with her.

"Slowly love. Please, go slowly." She moved her hips, trying her best to feel every inch of him. But when he moaned, she stopped and looked at his face. He was in a great deal of pain, she thought. "I'm trying not to slam you down over me. I want to take you hard and fast, but I know that it'll hurt."

Moving her hips again, she watched his face. Yes, he was in pain, but not the kind from a wound…he was in pain from trying to keep her safe. Moving her hips once more, she took a deep breath and moved downward, impaling herself over him. The pain of it took her breath away and she couldn't hold back the scream that spilled from her throat. Stilling herself over him, wondering why she ever thought this would be good, Joe wanted to lift her body off his and move back to Noah.

Joe realized that he was speaking to her. She didn't know what he was saying, but he was talking in low soothing tones as he held her. His cock was still inside of her, deep and painfully so, but when she moved, just enough to try and dislodge him, the pain was replaced by the most incredible pleasure. His hand at her ass stopped her from moving again.

"Don't move just yet, baby. Please?" Nodding, she moved again anyway. "Christ, you're killing me. I want to fuck you but I know that you hurt."

Moving her hips again, she felt his cock fill her again. When he rolled her to her back, his body between her legs, she lifted them up and wrapped her feet over his thighs. As he moved, slowly at first then with more power and speed, all Joe could think about was there was something there, just out of her reach, and he was keeping it from her.

"I'm going to bite you." Yes, she told him, and tilted her head so that he could. She had no idea how, but she knew that his bite, his teeth taking her flesh, was going to be much better than the few times that Noah had bitten her. "Christ baby, I'm going to come if you keep this up. I need to fill you. Mark you."

As soon as his teeth grazed her throat, she came. It was as if that was all she had been waiting for. And when he bit her, tore into her throat, Joe came again, screaming out her release as if it were coming from the bottom of her feet. Biting him on the shoulder to try and stem the feelings that were washing over her, she tasted his blood as it bubbled up on his skin.

Nothing could have prepared her for the immediate and profound connection. His thoughts were hers, his need filled her. Even his need to keep her from hurting too much touched her mind. And when he bowed up from her, his mouth still stained red from her own blood, she watched as he threw back his head and howled, his wolf racing along his skin, which touched off another powerful climax in her.

Joe felt the tug of darkness as he filled her again, his body pounding hard against hers, his cock filling her in a way that she knew no one ever would again. And when he held her to his throat, she did what seemed as natural to her as breathing and bit down on his pulse, tasting his blood as it not only filled her mouth, but her every fiber as well. It was all it took to take her over the edge again and into the abyss of darkness.

When she woke she was alone in the big bed. Stretching, she tried to tell herself that she'd been stupid for doing this with the man, but she felt much too good to listen to her head at the moment. When she heard him whistling she realized that she might come to enjoy living here with him, if only for a little while, and got up to find something to wear. As she was searching for her panties, she saw him standing in the doorway.

"Seems a shame to cover all that beauty up. But I'm sure that you're as hungry as I am." Nodding, suddenly embarrassed, she covered her body with the shirt she'd unearthed only moments ago. "Are you sore? I can run you a bath if you want. We're having chops on the grill, but I can take them off if you need a bath first."

"I can eat first." Nodding, he didn't move. "I didn't know that you were going to be here. I was told that I could stay here without any trouble."

"I've been thinking about that as I made us some dinner. I think we've been set up. I'm not sure yet by who, but I'd bet that either my dad or mom did this. Noah too, I would guess." She hadn't thought of that, them being thrown together on purpose. "Come into the kitchen when you're ready. I have things just about done, and we'll talk there."

Joe thought about calling out to Noah to find out if he had done this to her. She was just mad enough at him to leave him to his own devices. But she wanted to talk to Trent first; he might have already spoken to him. Not like she was going to, but she would give him a piece of her mind when she did. Pulling on her clothing, she made her way to the kitchen to find the table set for two and fresh flowers in a pretty pottery vase in the middle of the table.

"They're for you. I went out and picked them...it's kinda dark out, so if some of them are weeds and not flowers, that's what I'm blaming it on." Nodding, she sat down when he pulled out her chair for her. "I wasn't sure what kind of vegetables you ate, so I made a variety of them. I can cook a little, mostly the simple things, but I wanted to make this special for you."

"Why?" She flushed when she realized that she'd spoken aloud. "I'm sorry. I just don't understand how you can be like this when we've been played. And we were, weren't we? Played like we have no sense to come in out of the rain."

He put two chops on her plate and handed her a bowl that had peas, carrots, and corn all in different places inside of it. She watched him pull rolls out of the oven and bring those, as well as two glasses of tea, to the table. When he sat down, she stared at all the food, then at him.

"I know, it's a lot of food. But I've been in a funk and this is the first time I've felt hungry in a while." Nodding, she watched him pick up his first pork chop and eat it like one would an ear of corn. "As for us being played. I really can't find that I'm mad at anyone over it. I had messed up with you, badly, and I was feeling sorry for myself at my mom's home when she kicked me to the curb. This, coming up here, was my way of making it up to her. Or so I thought. I think now that it was a plan all along to get us in the same room. I'm not...I'm sorry that you were put here this way, but I can't be upset about the outcome."

"You said that I was your mate. I know what that means, but I'm not sure what that will entail when I have to leave when Noah does." He told her that she wasn't going anywhere unless he did too. "There is no reason for you to leave your home. I can come to you when you need me."

"I need you all the time. Not just sexually, but in my life." He put down his second chop bone and looked at her. "I want you in my life. I need you there. I haven't felt this good in months…hell, probably years. You're my mate, and while it's nothing we can control, I do want to make you a part of my life. And with that, be a part of yours."

"I'm not human." He grinned at her and told her that he wasn't either. "No, you don't understand. I'm an immortal. I have...Noah made me one when he asked me to be his day walker. I cannot die. You will. This cannot work. You have to see that, Trent. I'm going to live forever. We don't have a lot of time together as mates."

"Yes, it will work, and we have as much time as we can give each other. If we aren't together, I'm not going to be able to live anyway, now that I've found you. And we'll have to put as much living into our lives together until I'm gone. I want you to remember me forever, even after I'm gone." She nodded, not sure he was understanding what she was saying. "I'm not going anywhere, Joe. And I hope that you won't either. We are together in this, even if only one of us is in the ‘till death do I' part."

She picked up her knife and fork and thought that what he'd just said wasn't funny. True, but not at all funny. Biting into the chop, she moaned. Okay, if he cooked like this all the time, she might enjoy this more than she was already.