faster until my climax built. I slid my finger out, added another, and went deeper. I was nearly there, so close I was pulsing, preparing to shatter any moment, when Trey broke the silence.
“Goddamn beautiful. Give it, baby.”
And I gave it. I couldn’t stop it if I wanted to. My hips bucked and my fingers stilled as my orgasm rolled over me. Seconds later, Trey pulled my hand away and in one rough thrust, he was inside of me. My ass was off the bed, he was still on his knees, his hands gripped my hips and he drove in and out while holding me where he wanted.
Holy shit.
“One more.”
“Can’t.”
“One. More.”
Each word was punctuated by a thrust. I didn’t think it was possible but at that moment, hearing his coarse, desire-filled tone, I’d give him anything, including the impossible. Somehow, someway, I’d give Trey everything he wanted.
But in the end, I didn’t have to give anything. He took it.
“Silk,” he grunted. “So goddamn slick and tight.”
Trey lifted me higher. I felt my pussy start to flutter and it was building again. This time better. So much better than what I could give myself. He must’ve felt it, too, because a low groan rumbled from him and he pounded harder.
“Trey.”
“Fucking Christ, Addy.”
I righted my head and blinked to clear the fog, needing to see him as he took me over the edge. And that was all it took for the throbbing to turn into pulses that tore through me until my body seized and fire seared my skin.
“Fuck,” he groaned through gritted teeth.
His eyes closed, his head tipped back, and I watched the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed in my life. Trey Durum’s big, muscular body shuddered and trembled, totally unmasked and open. Long moments later, I was still staring up at him, reveling in the splendor of Trey giving me a gift, one he hadn’t given the first three times we’d been together, one that even in my limited experience I knew was huge. When his eyes opened, they immediately found mine. And it was then I watched the second most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed—Trey Durum laid bare. Not a shred of pain was to be seen. No guilt. No shame. No anger. Just him.
My breath caught, my belly melted, and I frantically memorized every nuance. All the light that he hid behind the shadows. The beauty he’d unveiled. Every shade and hue that couldn’t be seen when his darkness blotted out all the color. Everything. I tattooed it on my soul so I’d never forget.
That moment was what I’d fight to keep. That shine in his eyes that said he was happy, deliriously so. I would fight to earn that look.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
To my surprise, he did not shut down the way I thought he would.
His response was heartbreakingly honest.
“Only for you, Adalynn.”
He knew what he was showing me. And he knew I understood how precious his gift was.
Oh, yes, I was going to fight until he showed that shine to the world.
14
The next morning, I yanked my tee over my head, turned to leave, and froze.
The bed was made. Not like I normally “made” it, but well and truly made. Comforter pulled up and straight, pillows fluffed and arranged neatly. Then my gaze drifted to the suitcase. Then I thought about what I’d found in my shower that morning—Addy’s shampoo, conditioner, and something called “body scrub” the bright pink label proclaiming it contained sugar. Being as I was a man and I’d never had woman-shit in my shower before, I had no clue the significance of the proclamation, nor did I understand why a woman would want to slather sugar over her skin. Though, having felt Adalynn’s silky smooth skin, I fully appreciated the effects and would stock her up so she never ran out. Her electric toothbrush was on the vanity, plugged in and ready for future use. There were two hair ties, five bobby pins, lotion with a pump top, a small green screw top bottle that claimed to be “eye cream” whatever the fuck that was, and lastly, her brush. All of that in my bathroom.
The bed was made—by Addy. And her suitcase that still needed to be unpacked was on the floor near the outrageously huge armoire that I’d yet to figure out its proper use.
Bottom line was, I liked Addy’s things being in my bathroom. I liked seeing her belongings in my bedroom. But I’d fucking love it if she’d