Chapter 7

7

I woke up early the next morning, having slept harder and felt more rested than I could ever remember feeling. "So that's what all the girls were talking about," I smile up at the ceiling, and then roll out of bed, being careful not to disturb Trick, and make my way into the bathroom. I clean myself up a bit, doing a quick shower without washing my hair. Washing my hair, annoyed with myself, for leaving it covered in the salty sea from snorkeling the day before, but then I couldn't really be mad at myself. I'd been distracted.

I still could hardly believe what had happened between me and Trick, the things he had said, the things he'd done. I can't believe that he'd actually made me squirt. I'd never even been able to do that with my own vibrator. As good as the orgasm had been, it still might've come in second place from my favorite thing last night. Okay, maybe not second place, but the way we'd cuddled in bed, eating room service once again, and watching a movie on his laptop, had been pretty damn close to perfect.

I shivered, rinsing the conditioner from my hair, because I remembered the way Trick had kept one of his hands on my low belly almost the whole night. The things he had said about wanting to do, I'd never heard a man talk like that before, and yet it had been perfect. I just wasn't sure if he'd meant it or if it was just dirty talk to him, something that turned him on, but maybe he didn't actually want to have kids running around anytime soon. It sounded like he was pretty busy with work. He had told me a little bit more about his company, and the things that they did, and the different work he did for the community as well, in between asking me questions about my job and my family.

When I told him about Eleanor, he'd insisted on seeing pictures, and it was just another stark contrast to Chad, who had never seemed overly interested in my niece. I was scrunching gel into my hair, bent over with it flipped over my head, when the door slid open and hairy legs came into view. I started to stand upright, but Trick put a hand on my low back. Keeping me in place, "Don't let me interrupt," he said, voice gruff with sleep. Then he patted me on the ass, walked over, went to the bathroom, washed his hands, and left.

It should have been weird, maybe even a little gross, considering we hadn't really known each other so long, but instead it made me feel good, like we were an old married couple who were just so used to each other, there were no secrets, bodily or otherwise. I finished with my hair, lathered my body in lotion, and then had to walk into the bedroom naked since I'd forgotten to grab clean clothes. Trick was sitting up in bed, his laptop open as he frowned at something on the screen.

I tiptoed over to my suitcase, but before I could grab some underwear and another dress, he said, "Don't get dressed on my account." I stood up and looked over at him, trying to act casual as all of my bare skin was on display. I'm pretty sure Trick wasn't noticing any of the flaws, though, his eyes locked on my breasts. I'd always been a little self-conscious about the way they hung, not being perky like other women's, but Trick stared at them with raw lust, licking his lips.

"Come back to bed, baby girl." I didn't hesitate. Why would I? Even if it was just for the remainder of our time on the ship, I was going to wring out every good moment I could before going back to my life. I climbed in next to him as he set aside his computer and moved down to lay on his side, facing me. "I was worried when you weren't in bed when I woke up," he said softly, his hand landing on my hip and smoothing over to cup my ass cheek.

"Sorry, I woke early and didn't want to wake you." He gave her lower half a tub, smoothing his hand up under her thigh and guiding it over his hip. "You don't have to be sorry. I just wanted to check in, see how you were feeling about everything." "Good," I say immediately, not wanting him to think for even a second that I regretted what we had done together, "But," he adds, eyebrows raised. I smile, "But it feels kind of weird, considering I'm pretty sure the only reason Chad invited me was to try and get me to sleep with him."

Trick's fingers dug into her thigh for a second before relaxing again. "Are you saying you've never slept with him?" I stare into his dark brown eyes, swallowing. I know it shouldn't be a big deal, but a part of me is still worried that he'll feel like I kept it from him or lied. "I've never had sex before." One of his eyebrows wane upward. "What we did last night was sex, baby girl." I roll my eyes and poke at his firm chest. "Okay, yes, but I'd never done that before, either. Just been on the giving end before a couple of times."

"Have you been waiting for something? Marriage?" He asks, not like he's judging me, but more like he simply wants to know. "Not for anything like that," I say, trying to explain it in a way that'll make sense. "I just wanted it to mean something. Does that make sense?" He nods, smoothing his hand up my back until it's between my shoulder blades and he can pull me snug against him, my breasts pressing into his chest. "To you, or to the guy?" "Both," I say honestly, head tipped back so I can watch his face as he considers that.

"I'd like to say I can't imagine it not meaning something to anyone you honor that way," he says slowly, "But I know men like my brother. If anything, it would just be some symbolic trophy for them to brag about." "Yeah, that's kind of how I felt too. I thought about just getting it over with, doing a one-night stand or something." His body tenses against mine for a moment, and then he lets out a slow breath and relaxes. "You shouldn't have to force yourself to do anything you don't want to do."

I smile at him. He says he's not a good man, but he shows it every day with words and actions. I cup the side of his face. "I don't, and I won't, but I need to know something." "Anything," he says immediately, turning and pressing a kiss into my palm, making my heart flutter. "Did you mean all of the things you said last night?" A frown furrowed his brow. "What do you mean? I wouldn't lie to you." "No, that's not what I'm saying," I reassure him quickly. "I just didn't know if some of the things you said in the heat of the moment."

A smile spreads across his lips. "You want to know if I meant it when I said I was going to put a baby in you?" The way we're laying with my core open and exposed to him, I can feel the way his dick is hardening, pressing up against me, and just the words have me shivering with an achy want. His pupils dilate as he takes in my reaction, "Baby girl, you want that too, don't you? The way you talked about your niece, I had a feeling."

"You didn't answer my question," I say breathlessly, sinking my fingers into the hair on the back of his head as I tried to subtly rock against his hardness. "I guess I didn't," he agreed. Then he moves, pinning me to the bed, his big body so easily overpowering me. He pressed himself right up between my legs, spreading my thighs wide so that the shaft of his cock was dipping between my lower lips, as he grabbed my wrists and held them with one hand above my head. He did it so smoothly from one breath to the next. I was trapped, but it never felt more safe.

Staring down at me, he said clearly, "I meant every word." I try to lift my head up to kiss him, but he has me held down too well with the weight of his body. "No, there's more," he says in a low, growly voice. "Not only did I mean it, I plan on doing it. I plan on breeding you every chance I get until you're full with my baby and it's growing inside you, and then I'm going to do it again and again until our house is full of loud, boisterous kids who we love with our whole hearts, even when they drive us crazy." My chest tightens at his words.

I want that. I've wanted that my entire life. I've been waiting and searching for the right man to have it with, and here I am. Thanks to Chad and his wandering dick, I seem to have fallen right into the bed of the perfect man for me. It almost feels too good to be true. "Shit, Virginia, I'd marry you tomorrow if I could," he adds with a little shake of his head, like he can't believe I didn't know that. I suck in a breath, eyes widening. "You can't mean that," I say slowly. He scoffs at me.

"Oh, I can mean it when I say I want to put a baby in you, but not that I want to marry you?" I flush at his words. He's right. Why would one be okay and not the other? "It just feels so fast." "Well, I'm not saying that we actually have to get married tomorrow," he offers with a soft smile. "I'm just saying I would be willing, and I'm willing to wait as long as it takes for you to be ready." "How do you know?" "How do I know what, baby girl?" "How do you know we're the perfect fit?"

His smile turns a little bit dirty, and I realized the way that sounded, but then his face softens again, "Because you were made for me. I can feel it in my fucking soul. I've known it since that moment in my mom's kitchen, and everything I've learned about you since, every time I tried not to stare when my brother brought you to our parents' house has just been me growing more sure. I knew," he says again, "I knew right from the start."

I stare at him, my heart and my throat, remembering how he'd said he'd eaten the cheesy potatoes I'd brought to his parents' house simply because him pretending to enjoy them had made me smile, and then the way he had stepped in, protecting me, and giving me a place to stay, and then standing up for me to Chad when his parents had just sat there and let him talk to me like that. Everything I knew about him from Chad and from what I've observed myself pointed to Trick being not only a genuinely good person, but possibly the most perfect person for me.

I couldn't help but wonder if he was right, if we had been made for one another long before we were born. The circumstances of us finding each other didn't matter so much as long as we did. "Okay," I say softly, gazing up at him with what I'm sure are hearts in my eyes. "Okay, what?" He says back, just as softly, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine. "Okay, you should fuck me." He jerks his head up to look into my eyes again. "Are you sure? You need to be sure, because I don't ever want a condom to be between us. Once you're mine completely, I won't ever be foolish enough to lose you."

"You won't, and I won't ever give you up." His words, and the intensity of the moment in his face and what he was suggesting should have scared me, should have at least made me pause and reconsider, but if anything, the way he talked about it, about me being his, just made me more sure. "I am," I say softly. "I don't want you to give me up." With harsh sound, he sinks down on top of me, taking my mouth in a hard bruising kiss. "You don't ever have to fucking worry about that," he says, voice guttural, and then kisses his way down my body, pausing to pay homage to my breasts, whispering about how perfect they are, and how he couldn't wait to see them swollen with milk.

Then he was down between my legs again, not pausing for even a second before starting to lick at me, pushing two fingers inside. "Need to get you ready," he mumbled against my swollen flesh, making me shudder. "I need to make sure it's good for you." I pull up my legs so that my feet are flat on the bed, and try to push myself closer to him, needing more pressure, stimulation, something. Even after last night, I can't help but be greedy, for the pleasure that I know now he can give me.

When he starts rubbing against that spot inside me, moving his tongue faster on my clit, I can't help but make harsh begging sounds. It seems like no time at all before every muscle in my body is quenching as I curl up, gripping his hair and moaning long and low before flopping back down onto the bed, completely wrung out. Trick climbed up over me, his mouth shiny as he licked at his lips. "You ready, baby girl?" He asks as he presses the head of his cock against my entrance.

I feel like there should be a part of me that isn't sure, that has some sort of hesitation, but it's just not there. I don't know if it's from the mind-melting orgasms, or just that I trust him that much. I nod, holding my breath as he pushes inside.