Chapter 19

Trinity isquiet through the rest of dinner.

I can't tell whether or not I've convinced her. I seem to have convinced Savannah and Lily, though maybe it was Seb who did that. Either way, the conversation drifts to other topics, first how the other couples met. And then it meanders back to some of the projects Ian and Lily have been working on together.

Now that he's retired from running Cookie Jar, he devotes most of his time to helping the foundation narrow down the never ending list of interesting research to invest in. Under other circumstances, I might be tempted to linger over dinner and make sure that Lily knows how important Trinity's research is, but I'm pretty sure that hook has enough bait on it all on its own.

Besides, I'm eager to get Trinity alone. I've had my hands full of her for hours now. I've had the scent of her in my nose and the taste of her on my lips, and right now, there is nothing more I want than to be alone with her.

She follows my lead when I make our excuses to the group. Claire jumps up when she realizes we're leaving.

Claire hands us a flashlight. "Your cabana is the last one on the left. The butter yellow one. Your bags are already there. There's a land line if you need anything else before tomorrow morning. And?—"

Jonah tugs his wife into his arms and holds her to his chest. "They got this, peanut."

"Okay, okay." She playfully elbows him. "I just want everything to be perfect. After all, they might be coming back for their own wedding if they like it here."

I flick the flashlight on and take Trinity's hand in mine as I lead her up the beach to the butter yellow cabana sitting off by itself at the very end.

I half expect her to make some comment about Claire's crack about our possible wedding. Or maybe that's just wishful thinking on my part.

Instead, after a minute, she says, "That's what you meant about my life getting turned upside down, isn't it?"

I slant a look at her. She's somehow even more stunning in moonlight. "What do you mean?"

"Meeting Lily McPherson. Having dinner with one of the richest women in tech. Having the chance to ‘catch up with her tomorrow' about my research."

"Ah."

"It hardly seems fair, having an opportunity like that."

"Yeah. I know." I squeeze her hand. "You deserve it. But, no, it's not fair that you have it and others don't. It's just the way the world works sometimes. As long as you do amazing things with the opportunities you have… well, that's all you can do."

She's silent for several moments before asking, "Do you think that's why Trent is here?"

There's a note of something in her voice that makes me want to pummel the guy. Since I can't do that, I just answer as honestly as I can. "Probably. He seems like the kind of guy who would try to use you to get an in with Ian. Given half a chance I bet he'll be pitching some venture capital project to Ian tomorrow at breakfast."

I don't mention that he won't have the chance. She doesn't need to know that I talked to Jonah before dinner about getting Trent out of here. Convincing Savannah's mom to bring him along to the wedding might have seemed like a good idea, but it wasn't. That asshole will be on a boat to the mainland by six in the morning. I'll even be generous and pay for his flight back to the states. But if I ever see him again, I won't be so nice next time.

I don't want Trinity thinking about Trent—or anything else for that matter—so I'm quiet the rest of the way to the bungalow.

On the porch, there's a basin of water for us to wash the sand off our feet and then a mat just inside the door to dry them on. The door to the cabana isn't locked. On an island this small, with less than a dozen guest rooms, there's just no need.

Inside, I flick off the flashlight and turn on the overhead light. Our bags have already been delivered, just as Claire said they would be. The room is simple but elegant in a cozy, beachy way.

I turn around to see Trinity's reaction … except instead of looking around the room, she's pulling her shirt up over her head. My breath catches in my throat as my cock leaps to life.

"Um, Princess, what are you doing?"

She tosses the shirt aside and grins as she reaches for the top button of her cargo shorts. "Did you mean even half of what you said at dinner?"

I swallow again, shaking my head to clear it, half convinced I'm hallucinating. Frankly, after the serious conversation on the walk to the cabana, the sudden shift in mood makes my head spin. "Say what now?"

She unzips her shorts and steps out of them so that she's one step closer to me and now wearing only pale pink panties and a simple bralette. The last time I had her naked, the night of the storm, the electricity was out. I haven't had the opportunity to just look at her. To drink in the sight of her bare body. Her perfect body. The slender delicacy of her shoulders sloping gently down to her voluptuous hips. The patch of wetness on her panties as she walks towards me.

Every second is too perfect. Too unexpected.

Suddenly I'm hard as a rock. I give my cock a squeeze. Fuck, I hope I don't cum before I can even touch her.

"Did you mean what you said?" she asks, taking another step closer as she pulls her bralette up and over her head before tossing it aside. "Even half of it? About wanting me from the very beginning?"

"Yeah." I tear my gaze away from her perfect tits to look her in the eyes as I say this, because if there's anything more beautiful than her body, it's her gorgeous, expressive brown eyes. "I meant every word of it. I love you. I think I've loved you from the moment we met. I was just too stupid to know the words to describe what I was feeling. I don't have?—"

I break off when she reaches me because she drops to her knees in front of me. She brushes my hand aside, unbuckles my belt and then a moment later, she's sucking my dick into her mouth. One long, deep swallow that I feel the entire length of my cock. Then her tongue rubs the length of my frenum. I think my eyes roll to the back of my head as I struggle not to cum right there.

She pulls back, giving my cock another suck, before she says, "I've been thinking about this for months." Her lips brush against the head as she talks, swirling her tongue between words. "Wishing I'd had the chance to taste you the night we were together."

I force my eyes open, because I want to see this. I want to see my cock in her mouth.

But, God, that's not the hottest part.

She has one hand around the base of my cock and the other is in her panties, rubbing her clit, like she's as close to coming as I am.

But … nope. Not today.

Right now, I don't want to cum down her throat. I want to cum inside her.

I pull my cock from her lips, give it another squeeze so he'll calm the fuck down, and then pull her up into my arms.

I throw her over my shoulder to carry her the five steps to the bed. I throw her onto the bed and kiss my way up her legs to that gorgeous pussy of hers. I give her clit one long suck before silently promising it that I will be back.

It's not until my cock is notched at her entrance that I realize the flaw in my plan.

"Fuck," I mutter.

She tilts her hips up greedily. "Yeah. That was the idea."

"I don't have any condoms. Do you?"

She stills. "Um … no?"

I pull back to look down at her. "You said that like a question. Do you?"

"No." She bucks her hips again and her pussy grazes the length of my dick.

I grab her hips and force her still. "Stop that or I'm going to cum all over your stomach."

Her eyes flicker closed as a shudder goes through her. She blinks her eyes open, licking her lips, "Please do. Because the thought of your cum on my belly is so fucking hot."

As if I'd have a choice after that. After the way she says it. The way she pants as my cum hits her skin. The way her own climax rolls through her body a moment later when I find her clit. It's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. She's the sexiest thing I've ever seen.

I watch, in awe of her beauty as she shudders in my arms and then blinks her eyes open to look up at me. I want this moment to last forever. And to keep moving forward all at the same time. I want this moment and the next. I want them all. I want forever.

Her lips twitch into a goofy smile as her fingers trace through the cum on her belly. "Well, that was a little messier than I intended."

"All the perfect things are."