No matter what way a person spun it, coming in second place next to money, inheritance, a thriving company, privet jets, big houses, fast cars, and oh yeah, more money, really sucked. Then again, everyone made mistakes. Everyone.
She couldn’t blink the tears away. They came, scalding and fat, tracing their way down her cheeks. Once they started, they couldn’t be contained. They flowed in twin rivers, dribbling off her chin and splashing onto the dirty concrete floor below.
Trey was there. He was there, his big hands cupping her cheeks, so warm and tender. She wanted to push him away, but she couldn’t quite find the strength. He leaned in, his delicious scent cloaking her like a comfortable blanket. At the feel of his tongue on her jaw, she froze. He licked away the stream of tears, starting at her jaw, up her cheek, all the way to her lashes. He placed a delicate kiss on her closed eye. It was like a whisper of a butterfly wing. She let out a shuddery sob as he trailed hot kisses over her nose, onto her other cheek. He kissed away her tears before he dropped his lips to hers.
She groaned into the kiss. He was sweet passion and painful regret. His lips were salty from her tears, but she sipped at them anyway, drinking from the forbidden chalice.
Trey’s hands smoothed over her shoulders and traveled down over her jacket. Her hands were moving too, tracing a similar pattern over his coat. Her fingers found buttons at the same time his did. Their tongues tangled as her jacket fell from her shoulders and dropped to the floor. Trey sucked her bottom lip into his mouth as he went to work on her pants. She moaned as her finger fumbled with the button of his pants. They kept kissing each other, mindless with desire and heady pleasure until suddenly, their clothes were in a heap on the floor and her feet were no longer on said floor. They were wrapped around Trey’s very toned, very muscular, very naked waist. He spun then, ramming her up against the metal door. The thing was absolutely freezing, and she let out a little yelp.
“You okay?” Trey’s hands tightened on her waist.
“It’s just cold.”
“I promise it won’t be for long.”
The implication of what they were about to do washed through her. It happened so fast. One second, they were wearing clothes and she hated Trey, then bam, she was naked, and she wasn’t sure that she hated him at all. In fact, what she felt wasn’t even close to it.
“You are on the pill, Ambi?” Trey asked.
His cock throbbed against her stomach, long and thick. She glanced down because she couldn’t help herself and the sight of it, the tip engorged and swollen an angry red, made her head spin. It also made her womb clench up, her stomach ball into a mix of knots, her thighs tremble, and the space between them throb.
“I- you know- you know that I am.”
“I don’t know anything.” Trey insisted. He dropped his head and nuzzled her neck, trailing his hot tongue near her earlobe.
“Yes, well, I am. Still have the same- er- problems. It helps a lot.” From the time she could remember getting her cycle, the cramps had been unbearable. She’d actually been on the pill since she was fifteen. It was the only thing that toned down the excruciating pain. She felt her face heat up. “Of course, you wouldn’t know that. I- it’s been-”
“Too long.” Trey sucked her earlobe between his teeth, and she groaned.
“Still. If we’re- if we’re doing this-” She still couldn’t really believe that they were. Doing it. About to. In the same spot where they’d first done it back in college. Except this time, she wasn’t at all inebriated and neither was Trey. He’d planned the whole thing. Maybe there was a romantic bone in his body after all. And yeah. Not that bone.
“I’ll pull out.” Trey’s hot breath blasted all over her ear and the side of her face. She shivered violently. His cock kicked between them. Obviously, he liked the idea as much as she did. As much as she shouldn’t.
Fucking. Snowstorm.
If it wasn’t for that storm, Trey never would have ended up at her apartment. He never would have been there. He would never have gotten naked. She would never have gotten partially naked. His tongue would never have sucked on her lady bits. Through her freaking panties. His fingers would never have ended up inside of her. He would never have driven her wild, reminded her of what she’d been missing with that little sampler, and leave her all restless and wanting more.
She did remember how well they used to fit. She remembered how Trey could make her feel like anything was possible when she was in his arms. How those arms were really the only place she’d ever truly wanted to be.