TRINITY
Eight years. It had been eight years since I’d cried. Not even a tear. Nothing. I’d go to my dark place to survive the horror, but no tears ever came. When I finally snapped out of it, I was always numb and dry-eyed. I tried to cry so many times, but I never could. It always felt like there was a wall inside that blocked out any deep emotion. I’d accepted it was probably why I couldn’t fall in love. The wall protected me. It surrounded me. It was my strength.
When I’d opened my eyes, Huck had been there. His eyes full of concern, his words soothing. Something shattered. It felt like every emotion I’d held back for so long broke free and came roaring back to life. All the pain, hurt, heartache, anguish, sorrow, loss, regret—it all flooded me at once. Without meaning to, he had taken down my wall, then held me while my heart and head accepted the return of all I’d kept out.
If he hadn’t been there to hold me, I wasn’t sure I could have survived the onslaught. Once my sobs had finally subsided, I’d felt exhausted yet free.
Huck carried me to the car, held me in his lap the entire ride home, and then carried me down to his room. Since I’d opened my eyes and pulled myself out of the dark place, he’d been holding me. His arms had to be tired, but I had been reluctant to let go of the security that he provided. Levi had driven us home but left again after we got out of the Escalade.
I felt guilty for being the reason Huck had left the party early. At least the other two were staying there. I’d not even gotten a chance to see Maddy and thank her for the dress, shoes, and jewelry.
Why had Roy been there? I cringed, thinking about his touch on my arm.
I tightened my hold on Huck without thinking. He sat down on his bed with me. I started to tell him to let me down, but he lowered his mouth and kissed me. His tongue slid across my bottom lip, and I opened, feeling needy for a taste of him. He’d been distant earlier, and I craved this connection. It was a reassurance that I didn’t need to get confused with permanency. But tonight, affection helped pull me back from my past.
His hand slid up my side until it covered my right breast. I arched into his touch. If he touched me, it would wash away all the dirty that came with memories of my past. His thumb brushed back and forth over my nipple. I turned toward him and pulled up my skirt so I could straddle his lap. His hands moved around to cup my bottom, and he paused when he felt bare skin. I couldn’t wear panties with this dress.
“Trinity.” His voice was hoarse.
“Hmm?” I replied, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.
“Why aren’t you wearing panties?”
“Because you could see my panty line in this dress.”
He squeezed my butt cheeks and groaned. “I was just going to kiss you, baby. You’ve been through it tonight. We don’t need to fuck. Let me put you in one of my shirts and hold you until you fall asleep.”
I slid forward until I could feel his erection between my legs. “Or you could fuck me until I pass out,” I suggested.
His grip on my bottom tightened. “I’m real wound up right now. A lot of shit in my head. Seeing you like that has me wired. You need gentle. I can hold you gently. Can’t let myself get carried away.”
I leaned back and looked at him. “You’re worried you’ll fuck me too hard?”
His jaw clenched, and he nodded. I tried not to smile. I called it fuck or fucking because it turned him on when I said the word.
“Maybe I need to be fucked hard. Maybe having your hands all over me will take away the bad stuff. Make me think of only you.”
The flash of hunger in his eyes was different somehow. It made me shiver. Was it territorial or possessive? What was the cause of it?
When he didn’t move, I pulled my dress up enough so that he could see me, and I slid my hand down to play with my clit. His eyes followed me, and his body jerked when my finger slid in between my folds.
“You sure you want this tonight?” His voice was deeper.
I bit my bottom lip and nodded. I needed it. I needed to just remember him. When I slept, I wanted it to be Huck that I saw. He could wash away all the nightmares.
His hand went to the zipper on the back of my dress, and he slid it down. Then, he pulled it up over my head. I raised my arms so he could take it off. His eyes went to my boobs, and I let my arms down slowly. I watched him as his hands covered my breasts and held them.
“You were naked under that dress tonight,” he said in a reverent tone.
I shivered.
“You were already the most beautiful woman at the fucking party. I was struggling with not touching you the way I wanted to. If I’d known you had nothing on under this dress, I’d have taken you to that damn library and fucked you.”
He’d thought I was beautiful. Why that made me tear up, I didn’t know. I’d just cried for the first time in eight years. I hoped I wasn’t going to start crying about everything. My heart felt tight as I looked at him.
He lowered his head but kept his eyes locked on mine while he began to lick and suck on my breasts. My hands threaded through his hair as I watched him. Something had changed. I couldn’t explain it, but there was this pull inside of me. A desperation of sorts to be near him. Almost as if I couldn’t survive without being as close to him as I could get.
I began to shove off his tuxedo coat. I wanted his chest bare, our skin touching. He stopped what he was doing and helped me get the coat and his shirt off his body. I splayed my hands over his bare chest and soaked in the warmth of his skin. I loved how he felt, how he looked. Leaning down, I licked his tight, flat nipple, and he made a noise low in his throat. Switching to the other one, I did the same. The urge to lick his entire chest began to take over me, and I started licking and kissing the taut skin that stretched over his muscles.
“Baby, you’ve got about five more seconds of this,” he growled.
Frantically, I kissed the spot over his heart and then licked at the tribal tattoo there. In one swift move, Huck had me on my back underneath him as he began to unzip his pants. His eyes locked on mine. I lowered my gaze, wanting to see him when he was free of his bottoms. Tonight, he had on black boxer briefs. When he pulled those down and his erection sprang free, I realized I loved that too. The metal bar taunted me as he moved over my body.
He took my right leg and spread me open. “As much as I want to eat that pussy, I need inside you. Can’t wait.”
I bent my knees up as he held his cock in his grip, then ran it along my wet entrance. He groaned as he sank inside me, grabbing my hips and jerking me forward until he hit that spot I knew would send me over the edge.
I watched his face as he pumped inside of me, loving how he looked. The way his mouth would open slightly and his eyelids lowered. I could see the pleasure in his expression, and knowing it was my body that was doing that to him made my heart soar.
“Does it hurt like this?” he asked me, looking down at me with a feral gleam in his eyes.
“A little,” I admitted, “but I want it harder.”
He let out an animalistic sound and started slamming into me with more force. “This it? Is this what you want? You want my dick to stretch that tight little pussy?”
I nodded, panting and grabbing at the quilt underneath us for support.
“Rub your clit,” he ordered.
I let go of the quilt and began to massage it the way I would if I were alone.
“That’s the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen.”
That made me rub harder. I loved the way he talked to me during sex. His words alone could send me into an orgasm. I wondered if we could try that sometime.
He pulled out of me then and grabbed my hips and flipped me over. “Hands and knees, baby.”
We hadn’t done this position before. I hurried to obey, and he grabbed my hips again and then shoved inside of me. It was deeper than it had ever been, and I hadn’t thought that was possible. He began to thrust in and out of me.
“FUCK! I’m not gonna last long like this. Your fucking ass is bouncing.”
I was close. I started pushing back when he thrust forward. The spiral into bliss was coming. I’d never needed it as much as I did in this moment. My pussy was throbbing, and I squirmed against him.
“I know I said I was gonna stop coming in you until we got you the shot, but I lied. I want to coat you with my fucking cum. Pump you so full of me that you leak for days.”
It was with those words that pleasure rippled through my body, and I cried out his name.
His shout followed, and I could feel the pulse of his fluid gush inside of me. Another orgasm washed over me, and I moaned as my body shook.
When it finally eased, I sank down onto the mattress, and Huck moved off the bed. He was only gone a moment before he was back, wiping up my thighs and legs, then the quilt beneath me. Once he finished, he climbed on the bed and pulled my back against his chest.
“You didn’t clean yourself,” I whispered.
“Not ready to wipe your juices off me just yet,” he whispered, then kissed below my ear. “Sleep. I’m here.”
