She didn’t answer him, and if he were a stronger man, maybe he could have held back. Maybe he could have grabbed her hips and held her still, demanding the answer, but after talking about just how great her cunt felt, well, he was only a man.
Her pussy tightened around him, and she grasped his shoulders tightly as if he might escape before she finished if she let him go. He let himself follow her release, gave into the demands of his cock and let out a tortured groan as he came.
After a moment, she rested against his chest, her forehead on his shoulder, her breath quick and warm.
He might have given in, but he wasn’tquitedone yet. He caught her chin and forced her lust-drunk eyes to his. “What does it all mean?”
She brushed her lips to his like the best tease. “That you like me?”
He smiled, then wrapped his arms around her.
“Yeah, darling, we like you.”
Talk about an understatement…
* * * *
Trent could feel bad news coming like a fucking freight train. It had always been a gift of his, he guessed, that he knew when someone was about to drop information on him he wouldn’t like.
Which was funny since he seemed so out of touch so much of the time, able to move through life without worrying.
Still, from the moment he’d walked in the door, he’d known damn well that Sunny was getting ready to walk away.
Mitch had given them the all-clear about Tanner, and the police officers had said they had no leads and no reason to think whoever had broken in would do it again. In short? Everything that required Sunny to stay with them was gone.
And while Trent would love to beg her to stay, to convince her that they had a good time together even without the bullshit going on, he knew better. The more he tried to hold on to her, the faster she’d run.
So even as they ate dinner, even as Garrison made small talk about a new contract he’d gotten with a distributor of security cameras, and Connor talked about a foal that had been born that day, so Sunny smiled and listened intently, Trent just waited for the bad news.
It was coming, and when she finally said it, he knew it was going to hurt.
Or at least hurt worse, because fuck knew the waiting was already torture.
“I was thinking…”
Here it came. Trent closed his hand around his fork, ignoring the aching of his palm as he likely bent it.
Sunny took a deep breath. “I think we all know I have to go home at some point.”
“Do you?” Garrison asked without inflection, no doubt to hide his feelings about it.
“Yes, I do. I really appreciate everything you have done for me, but eventually I have to go back to my real life.”
“This could be your real life,” Connor said. “There’s no reason why it can’t be.”
The set of her lips said there was, and Trent knew her reason. She’d decided she couldn’t have this—she couldn’t be this. She’d gotten away from her asshole ex and had sworn to herself she’d never be this person again, and she still hadn’t realized it wasn’t the same.
Even with all their work, all their lessons, she just wasn’t there.
Maybe she’d never get there…
“I just wanted…”
“What, darlin’?” Connor asked. “What do you want?”
Trent expected her to say she wanted them to drive her home right then, or perhaps that she wanted them to never call her again.
When she didn’t answer, Garrison tried to help. “You want us to take you home?”