For His Trust (3 page)

“I’m sorry I’m so weak.”

“You’re the strongest person I know, Nicole.”

She pressed her face into his chest. “I’m sorry I scratched your face. It was an accident.”

“It’s okay.”

“Nothing feels okay right now.”

“I know. I know. But it is.” He rocked her slowly back and forth and stroked her hair and she cried and cried some more until there were no tears left inside. Of course, she knew there were more tears. She’d felt cried out plenty of times in the last few days but there were always more.

She wiped them away with the back of her hand and sniffled, sitting up. “I don’t deserve you. You’re perfect and amazing.”

Red just laughed. “Stop talking shit.”

She grinned back at him, maybe the first real smile she’d had in days. “You know I don’t have a thing for Chef Roland.”

“I didn’t think so.” His smile faded and he became more serious. “I never want to say things just to hurt each other, though. We need to be better than that.”

Nicole nodded. “Agreed. That was a low blow. I feel like I’ve gone a little bit crazy lately.”

“We all go crazy sometimes. But remember I love you with all of my heart and I’m on your side. We both lost our baby.”

“I just want to go back to how it was.”

And then Red was kissing her on the lips, and she was responding. Her entire body was responding to him. His hands caressed her bare thighs, up her stomach, fondling her breasts.

His tongue pressed into her mouth, searching.

Nicole arched her hips into him. She was without panties and slick with desire.

Red’s lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and then down to her breasts as his hand cupped her bare pussy.

She arched into him again, moving herself back and forth on his hand. He gently slid a finger into her. She cried out with relief.

Yes. This is what I need.

His finger withdrew and then she rocked her hips into him again and the finger plunged inside of her moist hole, pushing through her folds.

His tongue licked her nipples through her lacy bra as his finger continued to plunge and retreat, plunge and retreat in time with Nicole’s hip movement.

Her entire entrance was slick with her own juices and ready for his manhood. But Nicole knew that as badly as she wanted him right now, he would take his time the way he always had.

This drove her slightly mad, but now it was in a good way.

She smiled as his hand worked its magic on her. “Oh, God. I want to come so badly.”

“Don’t do that,” he rasped. “Don’t come until I tell you to come.”

“But it feels so good.” Her hips pounded against his strong hand as his finger rhythmically slapped her clitoris and entered her.

“You’ve been a very bad girl and you need to start listening again,” he warned.

“Yes, I want to be good. I want to listen.”

“Then don’t come until I say so.”

“But I’m so close.” Her breath was coming in gasps as bursts of electric heat spun up from her hips and into her stomach and breasts.

He kissed her neck again. His other hand massaged her breasts and slowly pulled them free from her bra. Now her nipples poked out into the cool air. Red began sucking them as his finger worked her delicate lower space.

Nicole’s legs shook as they always did when she was getting close to release.

Her breasts were so tender, so sensitive, and his tongue and lips were making the nipples moist and erect.

“I can’t…I can’t take it,” she cried.

Red slid down, kissing her belly, and then down past that to where she was waiting, wet and open for him. Between her legs, he licked and sucked.

Her clitoris was so swollen with desire that his tongue easily found it, flicking it over and over again.

Nicole screamed now, the cords in her neck stood out.

“Please, tell me I can come,” she said. She was sweating. “Please, Red. Please.”

But he wouldn’t give her permission. He was enjoying her torture. His lips sucked her folds, and then his tongue worked its way inside her. Now Red’s hands held her hips and pulled her body closer to him as he continued his exquisite torture.

“I can’t stop,” she said. Her body was climaxing of its own accord. Her entrance was contracting with need and want, tightening, ready to release everything. She’d never been this wet. Or maybe she was always this wet with him—she didn’t know anymore.

Nicole was losing herself.

Suddenly, he drew up and took himself out of his boxers.

“Finally,” she yelled, with relief.

He chuckled. “Put your mouth on me,” he commanded.

Gratefully, she rose up on her elbows as he hovered over her on his knees, one hand pressed to the ground for balance. She took his full erection into her mouth, cradling his balls in her hand and sucking him all the way down.

Red moaned softly.

Nicole enjoyed giving him this pleasure, knowing how much he wanted her.

Knowing that he was having trouble resisting the urge to climax now, just as she had a moment before.

Her tongue swirled around his shaft, and then she pulled her head back and sucked only the head of his cock, her lips suctioned tightly to it.

Now she began bobbing up and down, her mouth more quickly sliding across the length of him, the sounds of her lips and the wetness from her saliva creating a sucking sound.

“Okay, slow down,” he told her. “Slow down or I’m going to come.”

She sped up, not wanting to listen. She was hungry for him. She wanted him to come in her mouth.

And he wanted to as well. She almost had him—almost had taken him to a place where he’d lost his control. And for some reason Nicole wanted to do this—wanted to make him so crazy that he forgot his need to always be in power.

He was so close. She could feel it. She moved faster. Her hand was stroking his shaft simultaneously as she sucked him off.

“Nicole—“

And then he’d pulled out of her mouth. She stared up at him with wounded eyes.

“But I want it,” she whined.

“Turn over,” he said.

She did so, again pouting. She needed to come so badly, she could scream.

Red took the head of his penis and placed it against her anus and slowly rubbed the tip of it around, sending a shockwave of pleasure through her. His body pressed against her from behind, pressed her into the floor with his weight on her back.

He slid one hand under her breasts and the other against her bare pussy, stroking it now, finding her clit as his penis slid between her butt cheeks.

She was nothing but wet—juices everywhere.

“You need to be broken in,” he hissed. “You’re too wild.”

“I do. I need to be broken in and fucked hard.”

He slid inside her ass with one quick motion, surprising her. He pumped into her, stroking her pussy and fondling her nipples as his mouth sucked the back of her neck, her earlobe.

Nicole felt him go deep into her, and there was some pain and pressure. He’d only done this once before—that night in Germany—and this time both the pleasure and the pressure were intensified.

He wasn’t being as gentle, which was good. She didn’t want it gentle right now.

She wanted to completely lose her mind, and the way it felt—she was going to.

“You’ve been very, very bad today and now you’re going to get fucked in your ass, Nicole. You’re going to get fucked and you’re going to come when I say.”

His hips pounded against her buttocks.

His shaft stretched her, hitting deeper into her behind. At the same time, she was relaxing somehow—loosening, accommodating his girth.

Shockingly, the orgasm she felt building now was almost too much to bear. She didn’t know how her body would respond. The wave was building and building and she could see it in her mind’s eye, towering over everything.

A huge blue wave rising out of the sea, rising up and up and up and up…

“Come now,” he commanded, and she instantly did so—going off like a rocket.

He pushed deep into her cavity, groaning as he did so, pulsating inside of her—

but his hand was also rubbing her clitoris and Nicole’s legs splayed outward as if she’d been given an electric shock.

Her entire body was rigid with the explosion of her release and she literally screamed. She screamed again and again as wave upon wave hit her. She was coming one time after another.

All of the energy was spent.

Red withdrew from her, leaving her sticky with his semen. She was wet and full of his and her own juices. Her body was a limp noodle on the floor.

He rolled to the side and caressed her hair softly. “Did that do the trick?”

She nodded, unable to speak. Finally, after a long minute, she said, “Thank you.”

“My pleasure. Literally.”

“I needed that.”

“You’re going to be okay, Nicole,” he said, still stroking her hair.

“I hope so.” For now she was just glad to have released some of the pent up energy she’d been carrying around for days.

Some of her depression felt as though it had lifted, but she could also tell that it was waiting to descend upon her again once her endorphins had stopped and the serotonin was no longer spiking.

Slowly, Nicole sat up, her legs curled underneath her. Red was sitting up too.

“That was unexpected,” she told him with a little smile.

“In a good way?”

She nodded. “In the best way.”

“I don’t think Chef Roland would have been able to do that.”

“Definitely not,” she laughed.

***

Red had some business to attend to in Hartford, so he left around nine that morning. “I’m looking at some office space for the new company,” he told her.

“You’re not going to have any offices in New York?” she asked.

He shrugged. “New York’s played out. Hartford’s got style, its got character—

and besides, it’s a lot cheaper to rent there.”

Nicole laughed. “True.”

“What’re you going to do while I’m gone?” he asked.

“I think Danielle’s going to come by for a few hours.”

“With her new husband?”

“God no. Luckily she didn’t ask to bring him. I’m not sure what I would have said.”

“You’d have told her Kane Wright can set foot on our property when hell freezes over.”

“Not so sure that would go down too well.”

Red grabbed his briefcase and straightened his tie. He was dressed up in a black Armani suit, purple tie, his hair styled, clean-shaven. “I’m off to work.”

She admired him. “You look like how I remember you from the first day we met.”

“In other words—I look totally hot.”

Nicole rolled her eyes. “Ego much?”

“Just a little.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Tell Danielle I said hi.”

“I will.”

He kept walking. “Remind her she can still get an annulment if she wants one.”

“Red!”

“I’m just saying…” his voice faded and then the door opened and shut as he left the house.

Nicole cleaned up the kitchen a little for Danielle’s arrival. It felt good to do some dishes, normal things that regular people did who owned a home together.

She’d already showered, but now Nicole also put on a pair of comfortable pants, sandals and a loose fitting long-sleeve shirt. She did her hair and applied a bit of makeup. For the first time since the miscarriage she felt almost human.

Still, there was the pit in her stomach, the deep sense of loss. Nicole didn’t think that would go away anytime soon.

Danielle arrived at the house in a limousine.

She got out of the car, smiling, wearing a sundress and one of those sunhats that old, rich women wear while walking around resort towns. “Hi girl!” she shrieked, as Nicole came out of the house to meet her.

Instantly, Nicole felt annoyed at how unabashedly happy Danielle was. Then Nicole reminded herself that Danielle didn’t know about the miscarriage.

“Hey, Danielle.” Nicole hugged her friend, feeling like she hadn’t seen her in years, even though it had only been days.

Danielle looked at her. “You look thin and pale. Are you doing low carb again or something?”

Nicole shook her head, looking away. “Nope. Just a little tired, I guess.”

“So this is the place!” Danielle said, putting her hands on her hips and taking in the outside of the house and the grounds.

“Yup, this is it.” Nicole already felt tired again. Drained. She’d actually been looking forward to spending time with a friend who didn’t know that she’d gone through hell in back these last few days.

But now that Danielle was actually here, it was different. Nicole was still too raw, too wounded to just have normal girl talk and flit about like some queen bee the way Danielle was doing.

“God, Nicole, this place is amazing.” Danielle pulled off her enormous sunhat and started into the house without asking. “I can’t wait to see the rest of it. It’s almost as big as my house.”

“You mean Kane’s house?” Nicole said.

Danielle turned and gave her a strange look. “No. We’re married now. It’s my house as much as it is his.”

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” Nicole followed her inside.

“The foyer is lovely,” Danielle said. Nicole noticed how tan she still was. Her skin looked glistening and fresh and youthful. Compared to her, Nicole felt like an old hag. Pale, dry skinned, with dark circles under her eyes and an aching wound in her heart.

“Let me give you the tour,” Nicole said with fake cheer.

As they walked, Danielle gave running commentary on the things she liked and the things she didn’t like—there were plenty of both. She liked the floors but not the curtains in the living room. She liked the table in the dining room but she thought there should be a different color used on the walls. Danielle thought the media room was a bit small—the one in the mansion she shared with Kane was probably twice the size.

But she absolutely loved the kitchen.

“I’m going to take a picture of this and tell Kane we need ours to look exactly the same,” she said, pulling out her phone to take a picture.

“Ummmm….I don’t think you should,” Nicole said. “I don’t think Red would like it if you were taking pictures of our home to show Kane.”

Danielle looked at her. “Are you serious?”