10. Trey

TEN

TREY

“I’m thinkin’ we need to talk.” As much as it pains me to say those words the first time, I’ve got her back in my arms and in bed. It’s clear we’ve got a lot of unfinished business to take care of. A knot forms in the pit of my stomach, wondering about if I fucked up too much and we’ll never get back what we once had. I won’t let that happen, not fucking ever. I’ll do whatever it takes for us to make this work.

“Probably wouldn’t hurt.” She’s tucked into my side, head burrowed into my neck, lips at my throat, and each breath she takes blows across my fevered skin. Add in her talking, hiking her leg over my hip, my hand running down the length of her back, and my cock is rock fucking hard in the worst of times.

“You comfortable, Sienna?” I ask before diving into the elephant who’s taking up more space in this room than I care to admit.

“Yeah, I really am.” She lifts her head. Warm hazel eyes, red-rimmed from crying, stare at me. My own tired eyes probably aren’t much better. I’ve got a contact that’s been giving me fits all day today, and instead of taking it out and replacing it with either a new one or putting my glasses on, I let myself be lazy, dealing with the annoyance instead of fixing it.

“Alright, it’s clear to me I’ve never apologized for pushing you away. Then I threw a wrench in the works by confronting you. It was stupid of me to offer up picking up and following you after putting the brakes on our relationship. I’m a selfish son of a bitch. I thought I could deal with you leaving for a few years. Which is why I threw out an offer to move closer to your college, but by then, I’d already fucked up enough with you, and you not taking my sorry ass back was the best thing you could do for yourself. Selfish, that’s what I was being. We both knew you were leaving, and if I couldn’t handle it, I never should have followed your pretty ass in the woods. Amos wanted what was best for you, and so did I. No, I still want what’s best for you, but I’ll be doing it at your side.” I’m not done talking, except Sienna has other plans. The palm of her hand meets my cheek, cupping it in a delicate manner while she climbs on top of my body, straddling me, and I’m sure she feels exactly what she does to me. My hands slide to her waist, the tips of my fingers digging into the top of her ass. The sweat shorts she’s wearing allow me to feel more of her, especially the heat of her being pressed into my cock.

“Trey, I’m done holding a grudge against you, and while you have asshole tendencies, you’re still you, amazing, caring, making my heart skip a beat every time you’re around, loving, protective, and so many other things that make you, you. I also know I can be a jerk myself. Today, I had a come-to-Jesus meeting with myself. I miss you more thank I dislike you. I love you more than life itself, and the only reason I’ve been dodging you is because I’ve been scared to feel all these feelings. Then you bombarded me, and I resurrected a wall that I thought I let down. I’m sorry.”

“I fucking love you.” My hands slide upwards, beneath her tank top, my calloused skin skating against her soft one. “I put those walls in place. I’ll be the one knocking them down. And, Sienna, I am so damn sorry. I’ll spend a lifetime making it up to you.”

“Shh, we’re done with the apologies.” She places her finger on my lips and at the same time rolls her hips, dragging her beautiful body along mine. My head catches up with my cock. It’s clear my woman wants me. The only thing I’ve got to figure out is how.

“You want my mouth or my fingers first?” I nip at her finger. A noise catches in the back of her throat, and I’m on the move, rolling her over until her back is to the mattress. She still hasn’t answered me, so I wedge my body between her spread thighs even more. Her body arches as I press my dick harder into her center.

“Both.” I smirk at the sex-drunk vision in front of me, and I’ve yet to get started.

“That’s my woman.” I drop a kiss to her mouth, teeth sinking into her lower lip and tugging on it. Then I dive in. My tongue wraps around hers, and when she buries her hands in my hair, holding me where she wants me, it’s more than fine with me. Sienna Ellison comes alive whenever I’ve got my mouth, hands, and body nears hers. She’s wild like a flower in the Wyoming planes, strong and steady, not letting anything push her down.

“Trey,” she moans against my mouth, and I move to her neck, kissing and licking the column of her throat. I’m not going to bother with her shirt right now. It’s so threadbare it may as well not be a shirt to begin with. Still, I wrap my lips around one nipple, pulling the fabric and her pebbled tip into my mouth. My other hand is sliding down the slope of her hip, going beneath her shorts and hitting pay dirt. She’s bare beneath both. Something tells me Sienna knew this was where we’d end up, and damn if I’m not ready to beat my chest and scream it out to the world that Sienna Ellison is mine, always has been and always will be. A few years apart didn’t change a fucking thing when it comes to our desire for one another.

“Yeah, sugar?” I lift my head away from one nipple to do the same to the other. The fabric is soaked through from her wet hair and now my mouth, making the visual of her cherry-colored tips even more visible. Goddamn, she’s so hot when she’s begging for me.

“More. I want your mouth on me.” I dip my head again, lightly biting one nipple with my teeth.

“My mouth is on you.”

“Lower.” I’m going to get the words out of her one way or the other.

“Here?” I ask, moving to her lower abdomen. I’ve yet to feel her, see her pussy, but damn can I smell her wetness. My nostrils flare, ready for her to tell me where she really wants me.

“No, damn it. I want your head buried between my thighs, your tongue licking my clit, and your fingers fucking my pussy.” Her voice reverberates through the room. I sit up on my knees, pull her shorts off her body, and my sight is greeted with her bare glistening cunt.

“Jesus, sugar. Plant your feet on the mattress. You know what to do.” I fall to my stomach as she spreads her legs for me, giving me ample room to fuck her pussy with my mouth. I do not mess around. My tongue slides the length of her wet slit, up and down. Savoring her flavor and remembering every damn time before that I’ve had her like this. This time, though, I’m going to get there fucking fast. I’m not sure how much longer my cock can stand to be this hard without blowing, and the last thing I want is to come in my jeans when I’ve got Sienna in my arms.

“Trey.” I flip my eyes upwards, sucking on her clit as I push two fingers inside her at once. Her cunt is already pulsing around them, her tight muscles attempting to suck them in when I go to pull back. I scissor my fingers, stretching her before hooking them upwards and hitting that spot. Goddamn, she gets wetter with each movement, and when her hips buck upwards and her hand pushes my head into her pussy, I know she’s ready to come. I open my mouth, scrapping her clit with my tongue, bring my other hand into play, and hit her back door with my thumb. When I feel her body start to quiver, I press inside, and Sienna fucking comes screaming my name.