Interfering, page 12
I made a split-second decision I’d probably regret, but I did it anyway.
“You can come in if you want.” I spoke in a quiet voice.
“Are you sure?”
“I’m absolutely sure. I…I want you.”
I didn’t want to be alone tonight knowing he’d discovered where I worked. But that wasn’t the only reason. I wanted to be with Trent, and damn it, everyone was right. Jump in with both feet and worry about the consequences later.
I’d worked a dangerous job for almost a decade. As dangerous as sleeping with him might be to my heart, I could do this.
And I would do this.
Chapter Sixteen
In a Heartbeat
~~Heidi~~
Trent followed me into my small apartment. Suddenly, the air thickened with tension. I felt as if I were about to have sex for the first time.
Perhaps I was, because I’d never had sex with a man I actually cared about. Sex, for me, had been a means of making money and staying off the streets, never as a vehicle to bond with a person who attracted me. I was afraid, but I was going through with this. I had to know how different sex would be with someone like Trent.
He shut and locked the door behind us, then turned to face me. We stood in the middle of my small living room like two prizefighters squaring off, not sure who would make the first move. His blue eyes slid down my body, and I shivered as if he’d physically touched me in all the places I craved to be touched.
His tentative smile gave him away. He was as nervous and uncertain as I was. Knowing we were both in the same place gave me courage I didn’t normally have. I made the first move by taking a step toward him. That was all the encouragement Trent needed. We were in each other’s arms in a heartbeat, and his mouth was all over mine in the next . We made out like kids behind the bleachers of a football game. Not that I’d ever done that, but how I thought it might happen.
I slipped my hands under his shirt in the back and ran my hands up and down the corded muscles of his back, reveling in the feel of his warm skin under my fingertips. He dragged his mouth from mine and groaned in my ear while planting little kisses down my neck.
Now I was the one moaning, and his self-satisfied smile was my reward.
“You want me, don’t you?” His gravelly voice sent shiver after shiver down my spine to that sweet spot between my legs. I was wet and ready for him. I had been most of the night.
Trent was big and strong with the hard-muscled body of a professional athlete, while I was petite and no match for his strength. Part of me was overwhelmed by his size, while another part was excited. The excitement canceled out the nerves.
I hadn’t been with anyone since that dark month, and I realized too late that he might see the scars from the abuse I’d endured. I didn’t want his pity. I wanted his body and his relentless energy. I’d seen him play hockey and the concentration he exhibited. Now his entire focus centered on me, and I shuddered with delight.
I thought I’d be scared after what I’d been through, but this was Trent, and he didn’t scare me. Not really. My escalating emotions frightened me, but not Trent himself.
If I only had this one night with him, I’d make it last. I did know how to please a man, but this time I did it because I wanted to please him, not because I wanted a happy customer. I moved a hand to his chest and traced a line downward to his fly. He coughed when my fingers grasped his belt buckle.
“Heidi.” He croaked my name with a combination of agony and ecstasy. I didn’t look up, my concentration centered on the bulge in his jeans and wicked thoughts about what I’d do with that bulge once I freed it from its prison.
I knelt down, and he buried his fingers in my hair. His touch was gentle but firm. With shaking hands, I unbuckled and unzipped, pushing his jeans down his powerful thighs, those same thighs that carried him up and down the ice at breakneck speed.
I glanced up to find him staring down at me with a deep yearning gleaming in his eyes. I returned my attention to his midsection, and his underwear joined his jeans pooled around his ankles. Trent took a moment to kick off his shoes and his jeans and boxer briefs. Momentarily distracted by the movement, I raised my gaze back to his flat stomach. A trail of blond hair led the way to his hard cock, and I studied it, fascinated by the innate male beauty of his body.
In wonder, I wrapped the fingers of one hand around the base and stroked the tip with the thumb of my other hand. Trent’s animalistic moan brought another rush of desire to my lady parts. I wanted his cock inside me, but I refused to deviate from the path I’d started down.
Bending my head, I swiped the tip of his cock with my tongue, enjoying the salty taste of sex and Trent. His fingers tightened on my skull, and his face was that of a man who wanted what I had to give.
I pumped his dick with my hand and took the tip into my mouth.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You’re killing me.”
“It’ll be a sweet death,” I promised.
“Hell, yeah. Right there. That’s it. Harder. Give it to me, babe. I need all of you.”
I sucked on him, resisting his efforts to take him deep. I’d torture him a bit before granting the prize. He pushed his hips toward my face, and I sucked harder. Trent moved against me, pushing his cock into my mouth. This time I let him. I took him halfway before pulling back and repeating the process, taking more each time until I’d deep-throated his marvelous erection. He started fucking my mouth, careful at first, but I showed him that he didn’t need to tiptoe around me.
“Shit, I’m going to come. Damn it. Not yet. Not yet.” He appeared to be talking to himself, not me. I deep-throated him a final time, staying down on him as long as I could before pulling back and gasping for air. Trent took the opportunity to place his hands under my arms and pull me to my feet.
“I have to fuck you. Now.”
“Then do it. Don’t be all talk and no action.” I issued the challenge, and he rose to it. Trent gathered me in his arms and carried me to my tiny bedroom, where he deposited me gently on the bed. I watched him through lowered lashes. He yanked off his shirt and tossed it aside. Seconds later, my shoes, jeans, and underwear joined his shirt.
He stood back for a moment. His eyes were on my lower body, specifically one particular area. I let my legs fall apart to give him an unencumbered view. He paused for a moment to take me in, licking his lips like a hungry beast about to feast on my flesh.
“I need you completely naked.” His words sounded like an order, but they didn’t put me off. Instead, they excited me all the more. I yanked off my blouse while Trent produced a condom and rolled it on his cock. He crawled onto the bed, straddling me, and sucked on my nipple through my bra. Now it was my turn to moan as I’d never moaned before. I arched my hips and teased him by rubbing my midsection against his dick.
“You are beautiful, but you’re also a bad girl.” He sounded reverent. No man had ever treated me in such a complimentary manner, and I wallowed in the flattery.
“This bad girl needs your cock.”
Trent expertly removed my bra as though he’d done this particular move a hundred times before, and he probably had, but I didn’t give a shit. He and I had both had our share of sex partners. That didn’t matter. We mattered. What we were doing to each other mattered.
“You want my cock, do you?”
“Yes, please.” I giggled at how proper I sounded. Trent didn’t crack a smile. He was too intent on perusing my body as if he were a kid in a candy store and couldn’t decide what to sample first. I answered that question for him by thrusting my hips against him.
He growled, grabbed my ankles, and held my legs over my head, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in a move that was as sexy as hell.
“You’re mine. All mine,” he swore as he thrust inside me. Three long thrusts, and he was buried deep. I wriggled beneath him, forcing him even deeper. He drew back and sank inside me again. And again. And again.
His body shook from the effort of holding back, but he wasn’t going to desert me for his own pleasure. He continued to thrust while sucking on one nipple, then the other.
Stars began to appear in my vision, as though I’d been lifted into the cosmos and become part of the greater universe. I know that sounds corny, but it was true. My orgasm washed over me in wave after wave. Trent followed soon after, and we clutched each other as we shared as profound an experience as two people ever could.
This was sex with all the bells and whistles. The sex I’d only read about and didn’t believe actually existed. But I’d been wrong. Being with this man was my naughty version of paradise. And I wanted to stay in this moment forever.
He was my version of everything a man should be, and he hadn’t disappointed. Far from it.
I’d just had the best sex of my life, and I hoped there was more to come.
Chapter Seventeen
Fresh Air
~~Trent~~
I want you.
Those three little words had made my day and my night and every second in between, and I made the most of them.
I dozed off and woke up with Heidi’s head on my shoulder and one of her legs entwined with mine. I lay still for a long time and listened to the steady sound of her breathing. I’d known sex with Heidi would be good, but it was better than good. It was fucking fantastic and hot as hell. My shy girl turned into a different person when we got naked, and I loved that sensuous side of her as much as I loved her soft, shy side.
Some guys would be bothered by how many men she’d been with, but I didn’t give a fucking shit. I was the guy she was with. I was the guy giving her pleasure as much as she gave me pleasure. I believed her when she said she felt like that Madonna song, “Like a Virgin.”
My dick was growing hard again, and I considered waking her up. Instead, I carefully extracted myself from her hold, pulled on my underwear, and walked into her tiny living room for a drink. Needing to cool off, I took my water glass and strolled outside onto the small landing that served as a makeshift deck. I sat down in the lone plastic chair and let the memories of the last few hours wash over me.
I leaned back and closed my eyes, smiling to myself as the images of the past few hours played through my brain. Heidi’s naked body was a work of art. She had a body that any man with a brain would fall to his knees and worship, especially this man.
I heard a car coming closer from down the street. I couldn’t see it yet, and I pushed my chair further into the shadows. The outside lights were off, and I doubted anyone would be able to see me. The car’s headlights shone as it turned the corner and came into view.
That fucking black sports car.
I kicked myself that I’d left my phone inside. I sat perfectly still as the car pulled into the back parking lot and slowed almost to a stop.
He was so close, I debated on what to do. The car crept past, but again, I couldn’t see the driver through the heavily tinted windows. Anger raged through me. Whether this guy was stalking me or Heidi, it had to stop, especially if he was after Heidi. I could handle myself, but Heidi…
I’d never let anyone hurt her. Not on my watch.
The car stopped several feet from the base of the stairs. I held my breath, and I clenched my fists. My entire body was poised for battle.
The driver’s door opened, but no dome light came on. I hadn’t had a chance to talk to Carla yet, but maybe I wouldn’t need to employ her services. This dickhead and I could settle this once and for all.
Without giving my personal safety or my state of undress another thought, I bolted down the stairs and startled the asshole. For a few milliseconds, we stared at each other before he dived for the security of his car. I was a second too late. He barreled out of the lot and sprayed gravel. I ran after his car in an attempt to get the license plate number, but he must’ve unscrewed the light. I couldn’t read it.
I stood in the center of the street and helplessly watched the asshole speed away, burning rubber as he careened around a corner and out of sight.
Breathing hard and frustrated, I stalked back upstairs and sat down in the shadows on the off chance the guy was stupid enough to make another pass. He didn’t.
The darkness behind the building had made it impossible to see more than a few rudimentary facial features. He was my height and slim, but obviously fit considering the velocity of his escape. One thing I was certain of—I didn’t know him, but I had a gut instinct Heidi would.
Therein lay my dilemma: Should I tell her or not? If I told her, she’d be paralyzed with fear, and I didn’t want to do that to her, but I also didn’t want her in this apartment alone. The guy might be dangerous.
Before I did anything rash, I’d talk to Carla first thing in the morning and figure out how to proceed. I’d have to break a confidence and tell her about Heidi’s background, but that couldn’t be helped.
“Trent?”
I jumped and spun around. “Heidi. Sorry, you caught me off guard.” She looked all vulnerable with her tiny body wrapped in a too-large bathrobe.
“What are you doing out here?”
“Just getting some fresh air. Let’s go back inside.”
“Something seems wrong.” She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and fretted. I knew how to erase her concerns. Nothing blew away fear like scorching sex, and Heidi and I defined scorching. I might have to explain to my nosy sisters why I stayed out all night, but the interrogation would be worth it. I wasn’t going home tonight.
I turned and walked Heidi back inside, locking the door behind me. I stripped off her bathrobe and bent her over the arm of the couch in one efficient movement. She gasped in surprise but recovered quickly and wiggled her fine ass in my face.
Holding her hips tightly, I sank my dick into pure heaven, muttering and groaning at the feel of her silky wetness hugging my erection.
“Fuck,” I growled. I’d forgotten a condom.
“What’s wrong?” Her voice was muffled as her face was buried in the couch.
“Condom,” I blurted through gritted teeth.
“I’ve been tested, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I’m also on the pill. I mean, if you don’t mind. I mean, I…” She babbled on and on, but my brain only heard the words: tested and pill.
“Same here. Except for the birth control part.”
Heidi laughed, and so did I. I don’t recall ever laughing with a woman before while my dick was buried inside her. A first for me.
My cock relished the feel of her without anything between us. I tried to go slow and gentle, but my dick wasn’t having any part of that, and neither was Heidi. My control exploded, and I slammed into her. She screamed out, but not from fear or pain, but from desire. Her reaction drove me harder, and I showed no mercy. My girl wriggled and moaned beneath me.
I grasped her nipples between my thumb and index finger, pinching and pulling, only sending her higher. Together, we were like two wild animals with no cultural restrictions. Not only was our fucking beyond imagination, but Heidi matched me step by step.
I came first this time, filling her with my cum , while she whimpered and groaned. I flicked her clit with my fingers, pressing it and teasing it until her own orgasm steamrolled over her.
My little Heidi had given me more pleasure in one night than the countless women I’d been with my entire life. And we were only getting started.
Chapter Eighteen
Nightcap
~~Heidi~~
I would not do the walk of shame the following morning. Nor would I regret giving in to my carnal impulses more than once over the past several hours. I hadn’t planned on sleeping with Trent, yet I had, and I knew I would again. I wasn’t strong enough to resist.
Last night after Trent came back into my apartment, he seemed off, and of course, I assumed I’d done something wrong, but I didn’t know what it could be. The sex had been mind-blowing for both of us. There had to be something else. Then we’d had sex again and cuddled and talked about our hopes and dreams, and I convinced myself I’d imagined his change in behavior.
Before I went to the salon for my 8:00 a.m. appointment, I cooked breakfast. I wasn’t the best cook, but I knew how to read a cookbook and held my own.
“Something smells amazing.” Trent yawned and scratched his bare chest as he walked up behind me and loosely put his arms around my waist. “But not as good as you smell.”
He nuzzled my neck and pulled me back against him. “Just seeing you like this makes me hard.”
“I’m beginning to think everything makes you hard.”
“When it comes to you, that would be a fact. Do we have time for a quickie?”
I wanted a quickie in the worst way possible, but I shook my head. “I have a client coming in fifteen minutes. Behave yourself so I can finish breakfast.”
I wolfed down my breakfast, while Trent took his time.
“I really have to get downstairs.”
He nodded. “That’s fine. I’ll see you this evening?”
“I work at the Puck starting at five.”
“Then I’ll see you there.”
“You don’t have to. I’m sure you have better things to do than sit around a bar watching me work.”
“Fuck, no, watching you do anything is my new favorite pastime.”
We kissed goodbye, and I ran downstairs just in time to unlock the door for my client. Trent’s SUV pulled out of the parking lot a few minutes later. I watched it disappear down the street with a combination of sadness he was gone and expectations for later tonight.
We’d be together again, and I was all for that.
I’d jumped into the deep end without a life vest, and I wasn’t sure if I’d sink or swim.
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