Teasing Trent (The Alexanders) (4 page)

“Yes ma’am.” He groaned when she ground down on his erection.
 

His chest was like a playground, with his well-developed pecs and the indentations of his abdominals. No one would ever guess he worked behind a desk doing something as boring as statistical models. He had the physique of a man who worked outside all day. Something she knew he worked hard to maintain.

“I want to be in control for a little while. I want to take
you
.” She slid down his body, feeling his muscles tense and contract under her hands. She took her time, rubbing his arms and the strong muscles of his thighs as she went.
 

“Whatever you want, princess.” When her nails grazed his inner thighs, he groaned and jerked under her hands.

She chuckled. “Good to know you appreciate a strong woman.”

The evidence of his arousal was right in front of her face and she took a moment to admire every inch. She brushed her nose against the base and lapped several long strokes up to the head. When she finally took him in her mouth, Trent reared up, straining against the velvet tie.

“That’s it … damn, Mara.” He looked down at her with an expression akin to amazement as she sucked him back into the cavern of her mouth, using her hands to steady herself on his thighs. Before long, she had the perfect rhythm, bobbing down on him repeatedly until he hit the back of her throat with every stroke.

“I’m going to come,” Trent warned. His hands curled into fists and his hips pumped up to meet her mouth. He gritted his teeth and watched her as she swirled her tongue around the head, as if he couldn’t tear his eyes away. His eyes widened when she increased her pace, pulling his flesh through her lips gently, over and over.

“Oh my god…” He swelled in her mouth as he came, his hips ramming up with an awkward rhythm. She stayed with him through each pulse of his release, swallowing eagerly, sucking gently on his softening shaft.
 

“Mara.” Her name fell from his lips like a prayer. “You didn’t have to do that.”

She kissed her way up from his thigh to the tight muscles of his stomach. “I wanted to, believe me.” His heart rapped unevenly beneath her hands as she settled against his chest. She reached up and tugged on the end of the rope, releasing his hands. His arm came down and stroked the nape of her neck.
 

“I am
really
glad you forgot to close that drawer.” His chest jumped from the force of his silent laughter.

Mara pushed up so she could see his face. “Not that it matters now, but what were you doing anyway? I was starting to think you flushed yourself down the toilet.”

Trent snorted. “I was being a chicken shit. I figured if I left your birthday present on your nightstand, you’d find it later and I wouldn’t have to actually give it to you. It’s kind of awkward giving a gift to someone that you’ve just …”

“Shot down?” Mara winked as he scowled.

“I didn’t shoot you down. I was trying to be the voice of reason. For once, I was being the responsible one.”

Mara rolled over and swung her legs over the side of the bed. “Well, from now on, don’t bother. I'm not interested in you being responsible.”

She sashayed over to the connecting door of the bathroom. “I
am
interested in you taking me from behind in the shower. Unless you’re too tired.” She walked into the bathroom without waiting to see if he would follow.

A second later, the door to the bathroom banged open. Trent stood in the doorway watching her sheepishly.

“I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”

The steam in the air was so thick he could hardly see his hand in front of his face but Trent clearly saw Mara. With her head thrown back and water cascading over her shoulders and breasts, she looked like a naughty mermaid.
 

“This is amazing,” she purred, rolling her shoulders beneath the hot spray. Trent agreed for reasons that had nothing to do with the water temperature. Showering with her was one of his favorite X-rated fantasies. Complete with sound effects.

“I never knew you were such a noisy thing.” He chuckled when her eyes popped open mid-moan.

“I can’t help it.” She ducked her head and smiled up at him shyly. “Besides, you’re not exactly quiet yourself.”

“Mmm, hmm.” Trent was barely listening, too involved in tracing her earlobe with his tongue. He turned her back to him and held her flush with his body. Her slick, wet skin felt butter soft. No wonder he couldn't keep his tongue away from her.

“Let’s see if I can give you something else to scream about.” He placed her hands against the cool tile and angled her forward. The position tilted her bottom up to him like an offering.
 

Now that’s what I'm talking about.

“Trent? What are you doing?” Her voice wavered but it was clear she wasn't afraid. Her breaths came in shallow pants and, when she peeked over her shoulder, her eyes glittered with anticipation.

“I’m just doing an experiment. I was wondering if I can make you sing for me.”
 

Her forehead wrinkled in confusion. “Sing?”
 

“Yeah, just a few notes. Maybe this will do it.” He eased one finger into her from behind. Her eyes fluttered shut and she let out a long, low moan.

“That was nice but I think you need to try it again. Maybe a higher note this time.” He thrust two fingers inside this time and she squealed and clamped down hard.
 

“Trent! Please …”

He played her like an instrument, his fingers circling and teasing the opening to her body until she cried out in one long, continuous wail. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached down and teased her with his erection, dipping the head inside her a few times before he finally thrust home.

“I’m coming! Don’t stop.” She shuddered in his arms, her internal muscles tightening and releasing with so much force he wouldn't be surprised if he had bruises later.
 

“Damn you feel good, Mara. Like you were made for me. Made to take this.” He spread her legs opening her further for his possession. The water streaming over them beat down on his back as he pumped faster, slamming into her like a madman. Only Mara could make him like this, so crazed to have her he forgot his senses. The only thought he could hold on to was branding her with his mark.

“Trent, it’s so good. I can’t take it,” she sobbed.
 

He felt her shake with another release just as the familiar lightning raced up his spine. As he braced one hand on the wall over her head, he craned his head back and growled as he shook all over, riding the wave of pleasure that flowed between them.
 

He opened his eyes a few moments later and blinked through the curtain of water falling over his face. Mara slumped forward into the tile with one leg propped up onto the ledge of the tub. If he could, he would have taken a picture and labeled it “perfect satisfaction.” It was only when he pulled out that he realized what he’d forgotten.

Protection.

“Oh, hell!” He ran his hands through his wet hair as the implications of it hit him. Not only had he just thoroughly debauched his best friend's sister but he might also have just gotten her pregnant.

“I am such an ass.” He pulled Mara into his arms and kissed her softly on the cheek. “I didn’t use protection. Is there any chance you're on the pill?”

Mara's eyes widened before she shook her head slowly. “No, I always had weird reactions to the pill. But I’m pretty sure the timing is wrong, anyway.”

Trent flipped the water off with a twist of his wrist and then scooped her up in his arms. “Let's get you dried off and in bed. Then I can give you the birthday present that started it all.”

She allowed him to lift her, resting her head gently on his shoulder. It was stupid but the gesture instantly made him feel stronger. The hidden caveman inside him wanted to carry her off, kill her something with his bare hands and then feed it to her. He wanted to protect her and make love to her.

And one day watch her grow round with their child.

“Man, you are one sick bastard,” he muttered to himself as he stepped over the threshold of the tub into the cooler air of the bathroom.

“What’s that?” Mara blinked up at him sleepily.

He cuddled her against him for a moment before snagging one of the thick towels on the rack. “Nothing, princess.” He set her gently on her feet and toweled her off quickly. He rubbed most of the water off his own body before folding the towel and placing it neatly back on the rack.
 

He followed Mara back into her bedroom and watched as she straightened the bed covers before climbing in. She scooted over and made room for him. He slid beneath the covers. She crawled over and plastered herself to him.
 

“I’m so tired. You wore me out.” Her voice sounded deeper, heavy with fatigue. Her hand trailed gently over his chest until it suddenly stopped. He looked down.

She was asleep.

Trent took a moment to reflect back on the day, aware of just how lucky he was that everything had turned out well. It could have just as easily been a fiasco from their ill-timed kiss on the couch, to him being found looking at her vibrator, to his forgetting the condom.
 

He’d never had such a disaster of a day turn into one of the best nights of his life. But at the end, he was cuddled up in bed, warm and cozy with the woman he loved.
 

It just didn’t get any better than this.
 

The sudden sound of the phone ringing jolted Trent out of a deep sleep. He dragged a rough hand over his face and shook his head hard. Who the hell would call at this hour? Unless something had happened to one of his parents? Or Mara?

His hand rooted around until he pulled the phone out of its cradle.
 

“Hello?” His voice sounded about two octaves deeper, rusty with sleep. Next to him, someone stirred and he remembered where he was. And that he wasn’t answering his own phone.

“
Who the hell is this?
”
 

He'd know the gravelly voice anywhere. Matt had always sounded like a drill sergeant, even before he’d become one.

“Shit.” For a moment, Trent panicked and, the next thing he knew, he heard the dial tone.
 

“Crap. Mara, I just hung up on your brother.”

Her head popped up, her wild curls flying around her face in a swirl. “You did what?”

Before he could answer, the phone rang again. He handed it to Mara wordlessly. Not that she needed the headset. Matt’s voice could probably be heard in the next county.

“Tell your new boyfriend that I’m going to rip him a new one if he
ever
hangs up on me again.
Who the hell is that
, Mara?”

Mara sat up straight and her eyes went to Trent. “It was an accident, Matty. I was trying to grab the phone.”

“And why is he answering your phone at this time of night anyway?”

Mara rolled her eyes. “I love you too, Matt. I’m so glad you called. How are you?”

The rest of their conversation was too muffled for Trent to hear but he could imagine it wasn’t good. Mara didn’t look too happy when she hung up.

“Sorry about that. He doesn’t get to use the satellite phone that often so sometimes he has to call at really weird times. I should have thought of that, should have warned you.”

Trent sat up and pulled her against his chest. “You shouldn’t have to do any of that. You shouldn’t have to hide who you’re dating from Matt.”

He chuckled. “I knew I was getting off too easy. Now I’ve pissed him off and he doesn’t even know it’s me. I have no idea how to tell him.”

Mara smiled. “It’ll be another month before he’s back home so we don’t need to worry about it right now. Let’s go back to sleep.”

They slid back beneath the covers and Mara settled against his chest. But it was a long time before either of them fell asleep.

Mara was floating, her body tethered to a cloud. Soft tendrils of mist swirled over her arms and legs, tickling her belly, sliding over her nipples. She whimpered as the mist-like fingers danced between her thighs, avoiding the place she needed them most.

She opened her eyes to the image of Trent kneeling over her, his eyes darkening when he saw she was awake. His tongue darted out and traced the opening of her body. Mara gripped the sheets between her fists as she struggled not to come.

“Good morning to you, too,” she panted. She was rewarded with another deep, sensuous tongue lashing. The man was a maestro with that thing and she was more than happy to be the instrument he practiced on.

“When I woke, you were in the most interesting position. I couldn't resist.” He groaned when she clenched around his tongue. She took her breasts in her hands and rolled the tips through her fingers.

“Damn, you're a hot little thing. You trying to tease me again?” Trent substituted a finger for his tongue and Mara cried out.
 

“Is it working?” Mara lifted her hips and rode his finger, her eyes fluttering closed when he slid another inside.

“Hell yeah, it’s working.” He rolled over and pulled another condom from her bedside drawer. She sat up to watch him roll it on. It was fascinating. If she'd known what he'd kept hidden in his pants all this time, she probably wouldn't have waited so long to approach him.

“I want you on top of me. Ride me, Mara.” He lay back and pulled her on top of him.

She spread her legs and took him deep.