Sometimes, Trent watches, other times, he stares out the window.
I wonder if he regrets saving me.
I’m just another burden, as I was with my husband.
With my children asleep, I brush my teeth. I’d gotten a pack of new toothbrushes while I was out, along with several tubes of toothpaste, because I wasn’t sure which Trent would prefer. Standing at the sink, it seems silly that I had cared at all. Pretty soon, it’ll be just me and my boys again, when he goes back to wherever he came from.
As I turn to leave the bathroom, I run straight into a solid wall of muscle.
Trent stares down at me, his tousled hair shielding his icy blue eyes.
My body clenches.
His face is expressionless, and I wonder if I’ve done something that has displeased him.
Startled, I take a step back, my butt running into the sink.
Maybe he’s angry at being left with the kids. Or perhaps he’s just now gotten around to payback for stabbing his leg. All I know is that whatever he wants to do, I’m in no position to stop it.
He grabs my wrist, forces it up, placing it between our faces. With his other hand, he flattens my palm, keeping my index and middle finger up as he tucks the others down.
Then, he inserts my fingers into his mouth and sucks as he reaches down and cups my sex.
ChapterEight
PROGRESS
TRENT
Suki stares at me, mouth ajar, like I am somehow being audacious for making the same play she had.
I twine my tongue around her fingers, hoping that coupled with my hand, she feels a surge between her thighs.
But after a few seconds, she snatches her hand away and scowls.
I withdraw my other hand.
“Ah, I’m sorry…” I scratch the back of my head. “Do you even understand that?”
Her eyes travel over my body, settling on my groin. She grabs my buckle and begins unfastening it.
Okay…progress…
With my help, she yanks my pants down and drops to her knees.
And while the thought of receiving another blowjob makes me damn near euphoric, that’s not why I’d come in here.
I take a step back to the fury of my cock, which is throbbing with need, reasoning that I shouldn’t deny the pretty woman my bounty. And yeah, pretty is an understatement. Suki is fucking gorgeous.
Her face is all confused embarrassment. I wish I had the words to soothe her anxiety, but perhaps it’s better we speak through action.
As I pull her to a stand, a small yelp escapes her throat.
God, everything about her is sexy, and I long to turn that yelp into a scream.
When I drop to my knees, she looks downright shocked, if not appalled.
Which confuses the fuck out of me.