Always the One (Always and Forever 1)

“What time is it?” I ask, flipping on the lights in the bathroom and making work of washing my face, hoping the water will drown out the sound. Picking up the toothbrush, I cover the top with toothpaste and smile when I feel my favorite arms wrap around my waist.

“It’s one thirty,” he announces himself, stepping into the bathroom and approaching me from behind. He starts to kiss my neck and sway us back and forth. Brushing my teeth just got better and even more sexy, I like it.

“They can’t go on forever. They have to be done soon, right?” I ask around the brush in my mouth, focusing on my front teeth when he replies.

“If it were you and me—no.”

My eyes widen and he starts to remove my nightgown strap. My little nighty barely covers my body as it is, so when the straps fall he gets an eyeful. My breasts feel heavy in his hands when he palms them with his warm touch.

“I could fuck you all night long, if you’d be able to handle it, baby.”

I separate my mind and libido in a flash, remembering the fact that my brother’s a room away, having sex. As sexy as Trey is, I can’t do this when that’s happening within earshot, it’s too weird. Lifting my straps to my nighty back up, I spit out my toothpaste and rinse my mouth before turning to him.

“Trey, you can’t say things like that.” He continues to kiss my collarbone, leaning down to meet my small frame.

He’s so tall, so manly.

I need a cold shower.

When he’s like this, it’s like a feral lion; he’ll get what he wants. I may think I have control of the situation, but that dissipates when his warm mouth connects with my nipple. I didn’t even notice that he pulled my straps down again.

“Trey…” I moan, giving into his sweet torture.

“That’s what I thought, beautiful.”

God this feels so good.

Wait, no, bad Shayla.

Pour some ice on this sexy man, I scold myself internally. When he nibbles my nipple and lifts his head slightly to attack my other breast, I make my move. Pushing him by his chest, I run for the bedroom, pulling my straps back up before I jump on the bed, throwing myself under the blankets. Expecting him to get me before I even make the clearing. When he doesn’t, I peek my head out just enough that my eyes are the only things showing. He’s leaning against the bathroom door, one hand is teasing the stubble on his chin as he rubs it in a back and forth motion over his jaw. The light behind him frames his body and causes the slightest shadow on his face. God that face. It’s heaven sent. Literally, angels sing when he opens his beautiful blues in the morning.

“You know what happens to bad little minxes like you?” He starts walking toward me, and I watch his hand as it runs along the lines of his abs.

“No,” I answer, almost not recognizing my own voice. It was more like a whimper. You are a pansy, Shay.

He leans over the bed on his balled fists, his bulging biceps look more noticeable and so do the sexy veins that line them. “They get spanked.”

Hello!

I should misbehave more often.

“But that will have to wait until tomorrow. We have to leave in a few hours and I’m sleepy.”

I’m so wound up and turned on, I’m almost pissed he just ended our teasing cold turkey style. I thought for certain we were going to mess around. Once again, whose idea was it to drive? I move over to let him in the bed, still peeved that he just teased me and made me wet, then stopped like ice water rained down on him.

He pulls me into him and molds our bodies together, and like nothing happened at all, he says good night and is out like a light.

Jerk.

Eventually, I stew myself to sleep, knowing I will definitely give him payback for that number.

“CAN WE STOP TO get some snacks for the trip?” I ask excitedly, crisscrossing my legs on my seat. Trey’s rental car is huge so my crossed legs fit on the seat perfectly. I’m actually thinking this road trip may not be as hard as I anticipated it to be.

“Yes, beautiful.” Simplicity, that’s all he needs to do and I can be content. He looks mouthwatering, sporting a cream long-sleeved shirt. The deep cut of the un-buttoned V-neck show the indent between his pecs. It complements his dark blue jeans and boots. It’s simple, but also the hottest thing that I get to stare at all day.

“Thanks!” I’m giddy and he laughs at me for it.

“Wait here, and I’ll run in. I’m going to surprise you.” He leans across and places a quick kiss on my cheek.