his neck for support, he picks me up bringing me back into the bathroom and placing me on the vanity. Never breaking the kiss. My towel starts to come apart and I scoot forward to ease it off me.
His hands slide up the inside of my thighs higher and higher until they meet my soaking wet core. His fingers tease me rubbing my juices up and down through the folds grazing my clit. Embarrassment takes over as I realize how quickly he is going to make me come undone.
“Trent…” I moan his name but it comes out more of a prayer.
I bite his upper lip and push myself harder onto his hands as the orgasm starts to take a hold of my body beginning at my toes.
My eyes fly open and a cold sweat breaks out. I look around and find I’m still lying down in my bed sweaty from my workout and now completely horny. Trent is gone, and I realize it was a dream. My text pings alerting me to a new message, and I sit up glancing at the screen trying to shake off the dream that put last nights to shame.
Trent: I’m picking you up. Tell me when you want me to come.
The first thought that runs through my dirty mind is “with me” and the second is to grab my waterproof vibrator and head for the shower.
Me: I’ll be ready in an hour.
I don’t lose control. I’m a man who can handle my shit but when it comes to Noelle Grant all rational reasoning goes straight out the window. I’ve never had such strong feelings for a woman even while I was with Alex.
Last night gutted me. Like Thanksgiving, I lost my cool and this time someone got in the way. It’s not Jace’s fault but when I saw his fucking lips on her, I wanted to bust him up. And I followed through.
Now I get to go grovel to the woman who drives me insane.
Grabbing the keys off the hook I lock up the house behind me to head to the office before meeting Noelle for lunch.
Jace is outside his house washing his car.
Fuck.
“I heard you’re going to see my girl?” He calls out from across the street sponge in hand.
I shake at the thought that he’s talked to her today.
“Shut the fuck up, Jace, before I give you another black eye.” I don’t look at him. I just want to get in my damn truck and leave so I don’t punch him again.
“You hit like a pussy, Trent. Maybe you should come to my gym. I can give you some lessons on how to hit like a man.” His voice grows closer, and I unlock my truck hoping I keep my cool this time.
“Go to hell.” I slam my truck door closed, starting it, and rolling the windows down.
“You won’t win, you know?” He says from outside my window. It would be so easy to just reach my hand out and strangle his steroid grown neck.
“She’s not a prize to a game.”
Slamming it into reverse I leave him there as I pull out of the driveway disappointed I didn’t roll over his foot.
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I pull into Decker Construction fifteen minutes later finding Danny’s truck alone in the parking lot. Not only is he my best friend and old college roommate, but he is my right hand man in the business and knows way too much about me.
I find him on the phone, and I walk past his cluttered desk with a head nod hoping to escape his twenty questions. Plopping myself down into my leather chair, I open up my email. He comes strolling in with a fucking smirk on his face while I’m responding to a permit request.
I don’t look up from the computer. “Don’t you know how to fucking knock, Dan?”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He walks back to the door, knocks and walks back in. “What the fuck happened last night? I leave the party for a beer run and I come back to chaos.”
“Nothing happened. Can you leave?” I pound the keys on the keyboard annoyed. I just wanted to run in for a few quiet minutes on a Sunday.
He’s silent and I finally look up. He’s just staring.
“What?”
“Man, you have it bad. I didn’t realize until now. I thought maybe you just needed to get her out of your system. Fuck her once and be over it, but I can see
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