12. Sienna

TWELVE

SIENNA

“A girl could get used to this every morning,” I tell Trey after coming back to bed after finishing my morning chores. It’s the morning after everything came to a head. Words weren’t easy. I’d held everything in for so long, the desire to grow his baby inside of me, going to the store, buying a test, and then pulling it out the next morning to be greeted with my period after being three weeks late. I shouldn’t have been devastated. It would have been hard to be a freshman and pregnant. I didn’t think of the bigger picture, about losing out on the degrees I now received or how I’d have to explain to Amos why I was home when he worked so damn hard to give me the life I have. He didn’t get the luxury I was afforded, and he never once begrudged me or our parents because of it. He just kept doing what he’s still doing, only now he’s finally on some elusive vacation. I bet he’s happy as shit right now that we don’t share locations and I conveniently forgot to re-download the app two phones back.

“And you wanted me to sleep in the spare bedroom or on the couch. Glad you’re finally seeing things my way.” Trey takes off his clothes, dropping them to the ground until he’s completely naked. I watch as his hand wraps around his length, and as much as I want him inside of me again, I’m sore.

“Put it away, big guy. I’m off limits for at least twenty-four hours.” In all truthfulness, I’m going to have to call Genny and tell her I’ll be an hour or so late. A hot bath is in my future, plus I’d really like to stop by Tully’s to see how a certain Border Collie is doing. Yes, I’m aware he has a name, but I refuse to use it.

“Got other things we can do to each other before I need to head back to the ranch.” There’s a cocky arrogance to his tone.

“As much as I love that idea, I’ve got work today.” I throw the covers off my own nude body, and it lights a fire under Trey’s ass. He jumps on top of me, hands going to either side of my head, and wedges his hips between my now spread thighs. We’ve been making up for lost time. All through the night, either I’ve been on my back, or he has, and after admitting my pregnancy scare to Trey, well, let’s just say there wasn’t a time he didn’t come inside me. I only stopped him that once, but all that changed when I made my confession.

Trey Johnson hit the wall I’ve built with one thrust, tore it down with each push and pull of his hips, and when he came inside me, he crumbled it to the ground, scattering it to bits and pieces. The words he used could have been seen as coercive, except when he told me his thoughts and dreams, they included me pregnant with his child.

“Are you sure I can’t convince you otherwise?” He drops down to his forearms, dragging his hips backward until his cock lies thick and heavy along my wet folds.

A hiss leaves me before words do. “You wore me out, Trey. I’m definitely off-limits until I soak for a while.” If he had let me get up with him when he started morning chores, I could have helped and then hopped in the deep garden tub , rested my poor unused muscles, then maybe the slightest touch wouldn’t make me wince in pain.

“And I damn sure don’t want your lips wrapped around my cock just yet.” He rolls off to one side, hand going to my abdomen, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you think I’m a sure thing, huh?” I turn onto my side, so we’re face to face.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Only a matter of time until you’re pregnant or we’re married. I don’t give a shit which comes first.” His big hand cups my cheek. I cuddled into his palm, and his lips land on mine. It doesn’t matter that his teeth have been brushed and mine haven’t. Trey doesn’t mind and, well, neither do I. The only thing that matters is this moment, the two of us in bed, rekindling our love for one another, and while we still have some kinks to iron out and I have a secret or two to tell, I know we’ll be stronger together. The tip of his tongue slides along my lip. I open on a gasp, and he slides inside. Our hands are wrapped in each other’s hair and my leg is thrown over his hip. The soreness subsides, and in its place desire builds. My wetness guides a path for his cock sliding along the lips of my pussy.

“Trey.” I want him. God, do I want him, but my body is not having it.

“Yeah, sugar, bath for you. I’ll cook us up some breakfast since you cooked dinner last night.” He presses a kiss to my lips one last time before he rolls over and climbs out of the bed.

“You mean you’ll cook breakfast because that’s the only thing you know how to make?” I lift my eyebrows. The last time we were together, he never made dinner. He’d either pick something up from in town, eat at his parents', or make a sandwich.

“Bite your tongue, woman. Mom taught us our way around the kitchen. When there’s only me, what’s the use of cooking all the time for the food to go to waste or for me to eat the same thing four nights in a row?” He holds his hand out for me, ever the gentleman unless we’re in bed, then all holds are off. Trey likes to toss me around, pull my hair, and smack my ass when the mood arises. My particular favorite is when he’s taking me from behind, his balls slapping my clit, hand fisting my hair, and his other, well, I’m not ashamed to admit that I love when he plays with my ass. We never got around to having his dick inside me back there. I’m hopeful now that we're back to us, we can eventually try to.

“Good, then you can cook dinner tonight.” Trey is smirking at me, standing naked, devastatingly handsome, highly aroused, and looking at me like I’m the only person in the world.

“I guess I’m cooking my woman dinner tonight. Come on, sugar. You naked isn’t helping, and then me thinking about you naked, wet, and in the tub, it’s enough to do my damn head in.”

“You’ve got yourself to blame. It’s been years, Trey.” I leave the statement at that, letting it sink in that there’s been no one before him and there’s been no one after him.

“Fuck me, Sienna. You don’t think the same can be said for me? There’s a reason my cock won’t go down. Years I’ve had to use my hand, waiting till you left in order to get the barest scent of you to tide me over, and you don’t wanna know how many times I’ve been tempted to come in this very room, find a pair of panties, and jack my cock to them.” He licks his lips before continuing, “And you say this to me and expect me to keep my hands to myself?” His hands cup my breasts, then he sweeps his thumbs over my pebbled nipples. My eyes close, a soft mewl escapes my lips, and damn his big dick for wrecking my pussy.

“You should have taken them, you should have taken me, but I get it. We can’t live in the past, and as much as it pissed me off at the time that everyone tried to push me out of the place I loved with the people I love, too, I needed it more than I knew.” Trey pinches my nipples, making me want him even more. “I mean, maybe if we try in the bath?” My thighs clench, trying to relieve the ache only Trey gives me.

“Nope. Now, tell me what I’m making for dinner, then it’s bath time for you. Hopefully tonight, you’ll be feeling better, and I’ll give you what we both want.” My hand goes to his cock, fisting his length, slowly jacking him in the hopes to change his mind. “Not happening, sugar. Tell me.”

“Fine. I’m craving steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and huckleberry ice cream.” His hands leave my breasts and take my hands, doing the exact opposite of what I want, and my eyes snap open. The haze of desire is shaken out of me when I’m pulled into the bathroom.

“I’ll stop by my place, grab what we need, and bring it here to cook. The only thing I don’t have is ice cream. I’ll correct that, your sweet tooth always did hit at the most random of times.” Trey flips the switch, drops my hand, and hauls ass to the tap for the bathtub. I watch as he studies the plethora of bath salts, taking the lids off the jars, sniffing one, then the other until he finds the one he likes. He dumps a heaping amount into the water, swirls it around with his hand, and when he deems the water warm enough, he gives me a look. I head to the tub, and his hand finds mine again, helping me step inside, not letting go until I’m completely submerged.

“Thank you.” Those two words have such a powerful meaning behind them. They’re for the past, the present, and the future.

“Love you, Sienna. I’d do anything for you, even if it meant you hating me at one time.” Trey dips down onto his haunches, throat bobbing while giving me another piece of him.

“I love you, Trey. I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole.” Trying to keep the waterworks to a minimum is proving to be quite hard.

“No apology necessary. Relax. You want a cup of coffee?” He cups my cheek. I nod, and after he does his usual, sliding his nose along mine, Trey’s up and heading for the door. I tip my head back on the tile wall, needing a moment to get my emotions in check. Everything is going great, so great that I’m worried for the other shoe to drop. God, I really need to get out of my own damn head. Instead of thinking about what could be, I start to think about a future with Trey, exactly how I’ve wanted it all along.