Chapter Seventeen
Two weeks had passed since her conversation with Dayton and it seemed her son meant what he said. Whenever Trenton was around, Dayton was polite and courteous. Trenton also noticed the improvement.
The four of them had gone to the movies, shared several meals, and the boys even invited Trenton to game night. She was thrilled with the way things were going. Her only complaint was she had yet to spend the night with him again.
They spent several nights on the phone talking and touching until the wee hours of morning, but it was no substitute for the real thing, so she was more than grateful when Tommy and Adam offered to keep the boys overnight that Saturday.
Trenton was making her dinner at his place. She had her overnight bag packed, dyed her hair, and painted a fresh coat of nail polish on her nails. It was a pain dying her hair every few weeks, but since returning to Pennsylvania she’d maintained a dark auburn and she wasn’t ready to drop that veil yet. Maybe soon.
After her shower she carefully selected her outfit, wanting something sexy, but not inappropriate for dinner. The May weather had arrived and she was enjoying the return of her spring wardrobe.
At four o’clock Adam arrived to walk the kids over to his house. “Wow, Chloe. You look prettier than sunshine.”
She blushed, glancing down at her white eyelet dress. “Thanks, Adam. You sure these shoes look okay?”
“I love it. Just don’t let Tommy see you. You know how he feels about white before Memorial Day.”
She rolled her eyes. “Like he’s the least bit southern.”
“I know.” He laughed.
After everyone was gone, she made sure all the lights were off and candles blown out. She walked her bag to the door and waited anxiously by the window. At five o’clock on the dot, Trenton’s truck pulled into the driveway. She locked the door and met him on the walkway.
“Hello, beautiful.” He kissed her cheek, and once inside the truck, he kissed her soundly.
As they approached Neshannock her nerves kicked in.
“You okay, doll?”
“I don’t know why I’m suddenly nervous. We’ve come so far since the last time I was here, yet it feels like we’re on our first date again.”
“What do you think you’re nervous about?”
“Honestly?” she asked, not quite sure she knew the answer.
“Of course.”
“Okay.” She turned toward him, shifting in her seat. “Right now, I can barely think straight for wanting you. I’ve been in a perpetual state of arousal since the guys agreed to watch the boys. I’m all fluttery and I can’t stop picturing us naked together. You’ve corrupted me.”
He outright laughed. “I’ve corrupted you? Babe, at least you can fake it. I feel like a fifteen-year-old boy. I’ve had a steady hard-on for weeks. Every time I think of you I get an erection and there’s not always something around to hide it.”
“You do not.”
“It’s the truth. I think you’ve corrupted me.”
She leaned back in her seat and thought on that for a minute. “What are you making for dinner?”
“Pasta with homemade gravy.”
“How long does that take?”
He laughed again. “How about we worry about dinner after we address our other appetites? I could give a shit what we eat if it’s a choice between sophisticated dining and spending an evening naked with you. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I want to cook for you, but you already have me well past half mast.”
“So … postpone dinner?”
“Definitely.”
She needed him to drive faster.
Arm stretched to the wheel, he glanced at her. “I like that dress. That should save us some time. You wearing panties under there?”
She smiled. “Yes.”
“Why don’t you do us both a favor and slide them off.”
Toeing off her flip-flops, she unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her hips to slide her hands under her skirt and hitch the underwear down her legs, shimmying them off her body. She tucked them in the center console and buckled her seatbelt again.
He smiled at her, taking his eyes briefly off the road. “Good. Were they wet?”
Her lips pursed around a smile. “Maybe.”
He sped up along the back road. “And how about you? How do you feel?”
“Like I’ll burst the second you lay a hand on me.”
He slowed the truck and adjusted his position in his seat. “Pull your skirt up.”
“We’re in the car.”
“There isn’t a house for another two miles and I’ll tell you if I see a car coming.”
Hesitating—Oh, for Pete’s sake, just do it!—she hitched up her skirt.
“Let me see.” His focus shifted between her and the road. “Show me how wet you are.”
She licked her lips. “Trenton…”
“You heard me.”
Face burning, she traced a finger down the seam of her sex and held out her damp fingers, glistening with arousal. “There. See?”
The truck swerved as leaned across the seat and his mouth closed over her fingers, sucking them clean. “I love the way you fucking taste.”
He sped down the dirt road, each passing yard driving her pulse’s tempo. The truck skidded to a stop in front of the barn and he was out of the cab a second later. The passenger door wrenched open and Trenton blocked her escape.
Formidable hunger rolled into one dark, sexy gaze. His mouth crashed to hers, his tongue plunging deep as his beard scraped against her jaw. He had her hips pulled to the edge of the seat and his fingers deep inside of her in two seconds flat.
His mouth burned a trail of fire down her throat to her cleavage. “Lie back.”
He dropped to his haunches and pulled her knees over his shoulders, wasting no time. He gripped her thighs, pushed his fingers deep, and sucked her clit hard. Her body coiled and sprang with enough force to topple the Richter scale. She shouted his name as she came hard against his tongue.
He wrung every last drop of pleasure from her, not letting her come down until he was satisfied and his grip finally eased. His fingers slipped from her pulsing sex and he placed one final kiss on her swollen clit. Even that was too much. He stood and flashed a cocky male grin.
She stared at him—sure he was some sort of carnal God. Never—never in her entire life—had she ever experienced something so all-encompassing. She wasn’t even sure she could return a favor of such magnitude, but she’d be willing to try.
He reached for her hand and pulled her upright. She slid out of the truck on wobbly legs, her skirt falling back into place. He caught her weight and kissed her soundly.
Unbelievable. One kiss and she wanted him all over again. She playfully teased him, her tongue licking at his mouth, biting his lower lip and releasing it with a quiet snap.
“Your turn, Mr. Cole.”
His eyes blazed with liquid blue heat. “Inside. Now.”
Reaching for her lost shoe she skipped over to the door. He hastily unlocked it and they rushed inside.
Light filtered in through the large windows as he tossed his keys on the table by the door. He pulled off his boots and unclasped his belt buckle, tugging it through the loops of his jeans with a slither and snap that echoed through the quiet home. She flinched at the recognizable sound but didn’t let it break her focus as the belt dropped to the floor.
He stalked her through the den like a predator eyeing its prey. Her heart raced as he stepped onto the plush carpet in the center of the room and removed his shirt, flinging it carelessly onto the chair. She stood in front of him, practically panting with anticipation as he undid the snap of his jeans and rolled down the zipper.
Yanking her close, he kissed her, teasing her, tempting her. She melted in his arms and ran her tongue over the dark stubble of his throat. His body reflexively rocked forward, his hips bucking into hers.
Licking a trail of soft wet kisses down his tight stomach, tracing each delicious indent and muscular bulge, she flirtatiously nipped his flesh. Finally, she dropped to her knees and spread the V of his pants wide, tugging the material down his hips.
His cock sprang free, looking even larger than she remembered. She swiped the moisture at the tip away with her tongue. He groaned and she fisted him at the root. He pressed his hips forward, following her motions. Giving a cheeky smile, she licked the underside of his shaft.
His rumble of pleasure filled the room. She could tell he held his control by a fine thread. Tracing her tongue around the tip, she decided they’d endured enough and took him into her mouth.
His hand cupped the back of her hair as he sank deep and lifted on his toes. “Jesus fucking Christ…”
She moved up and down, working her tongue and lips over his sensitive flesh, his hips working in tandem with her mouth. Fingers brushed the hair away from her face while his other hand held tight to the back of her head.
Chloe wanted to give him something mildly close to what he’d given her. She shut her eyes and relaxed her throat and took him as deep as physically possible.
He let out a roar of pleasure and pumped himself in and out of her mouth. She surrendered all control to him, loving the way he growled her name in between moans of satisfaction, always seeming on the cusp of losing control, but never getting too rough or greedy.
Gripping her hair tightly, his cock throbbed over her tongue. “Fuck, Chloe, I’m gonna come.”
He tried to extricate himself from her grip, but she was having none of that. Holding onto him the same as he’d held onto her in the car, she dragged out his pleasure. He grunted and threw himself into the moment.
The first spurt of his release splashed the back of her throat and she swallowed. With another growl, his spine stiffened and his ass tightened under her grip. She milked every last drop from him, soothing him with gentle kisses and soft caresses as his legs trembled.
When she shyly looked up, he stared at her with an astonished expression. She didn’t know what to make of the look in his eyes until he dropped to his knees and kissed her with nothing less than pure affection.
When they broke the kiss he whispered, “You’re the most amazing woman I have ever met in my entire life. I’m never letting you go.”