Always Us (Always and Forever 2)

“She said she saw Dad’s obituary and knew that she’s all I have left. She knew she couldn’t make up for what she did but she wants to try and make this work. So do I. I owe this to my dad, he always asked me to forgive her if I could, and I can. I need to do this to feel closer to my dad, okay?”

With those words, my defenses begin to crumble. He needs this. I know with every fiber of my being—just like he did with Evan—that Gwen isn’t being totally honest. But how can I sit here with him saying something so deep about his father and tell him no? Besides, the letter his dad left does say to forgive her. Maybe I need to step back and let fate step in—let Pops step in.

Guilt succumbs me, because I still haven’t given it to him. Judging by his face and the words he’s telling me, I need to let him do this on his own. Like Kings said, this is his choice and all I can do is be here for him when it goes bad. Not that I’m hoping it will, because he’s had enough, but if it does I’ll need to be here to help pick up the pieces again.

Trey reaches for my hand and I stare at it, taking a moment to think about what this will mean when I accept her being back in his life. I’ll be nice to her; I can’t say she will do the same for me. Forgoing my worry for now, I give in and take his hand. Pulling me tightly against his warm, hard body I melt into him, missing his touch, forgetting everything from seconds earlier. I just need to be wrapped in him; I need to feel like this is the right thing, because everything within me is telling me otherwise.

“I don’t know what this is going to bring or what’s going to happen, but I need my woman by my side.” I lay my head against his bare chest and nod.

“I’ll try,” I assure him. That’s all I can promise for now and just like I’m accepting her return, he needs to be content with that answer.

“Thank you. Now, what are we doing today?” he asks, running his hands over my back and squeezing me into him tighter. I’m more than okay with a subject change. Turning from him, I look at the mirror and our eyes meet, a smile forms on his bearded face. I can’t believe he hasn’t shaved it yet; he usually doesn’t like to have his facial hair longer than stubble. His hair is long on top with a fresh fade on the side. I reach up and back, my hands running through his hair, causing a growl to come from low in his chest. His eyes heat and I expect to see lust, but glazed over eyes, filled with love is all I see staring back at me. I turn back to him and stand on my tiptoes, it’s still hard to reach him since he’s much taller than me, so I kiss his neck, then his chin, anywhere my mouth can reach from my current position.

“Can I make love to you?” His Adam’s apple bobs against my lips when they skim over his neck.

“Please,” my breathy response escapes on a moan.

Picking me up with almost little to no effort, he sets me on the bathroom counter, spreading my legs farther apart so he can fit his hips between them. He places his hands in my hair, tugging it back with a slight pull. It feels wickedly erotic when he takes control over my desperate, deprived body.

“I’ve missed you, so fucking much, baby.” He tilts my head to the side and drags his teeth along the thin column of my neck, like he always does when we’re about to make slow, steady, earth-shifting love. I know just by looking at him, he’s still suffering inside, but I also see hope, like he’s trying his very best to get out of bed and live his life after Pops. I don’t expect him to change overnight, however, I love that he’s going to try.

“I missed you too, Trey. I’ve wanted your touch for so long,” I say, running my nails down his chest. He moans when they graze over his lower stomach, over his sexy veins lining his V.

“You’re my little woman, you know that?” I bite my lip when he stands back and slowly starts unbuttoning his shirt that I’m wearing. He removes each button with such ease, without taking his eyes off each piece of my skin that he slowly exposes.

“Yeah, how so?” I tempt him with a slow purr and rub my calves slowly over his thick thighs.

“You took care of me this past week, doing everything I was too weak to do. You were there for me, you’ve been my rock.” This confession causes a pull to weigh heavy on my stomach and my core to clench in desire.

“You needed me, and I wanted to be there for you,” I state firmly

, making sure I have his eyes on me. When he’s sure of what I said, he opens my top, exposing my bare body. He groans and his thumbs lightly graze over my nipples, making them pucker.

“I love your tits, baby,” he tells me, palming each one. They feel heavy from my arousal, begging for his mouth. Moving his gaze back to mine, I see the thunder in his eyes; the sly smirk he’s wearing tells me he knows what I want. Latching onto one nipple, he pinches my other one with his free hand. He squeezes and wets them with the sweep of his tongue, making me almost come on the spot. My desire is strong due to the lack of intimacy with him, that my need to be taken and mate with my man is consuming me. It’s all I can think about. Making love feels like home, in the moment it feels like healing—Lord knows we need the healing.

“I want to make you feel good, baby, I want to make sure you feel appreciated for all the shit you’ve put up with and how great you’ve been to me.” My eyes roll to the back of my head when he curls his finger and runs his knuckles between my folds and against my clit.

“Put me on our bed and show me,” I state, running my finger between the elastic of his waistband and his happy trail. I stand from the sink, the tips of his fingers start at the shirt collar and slowly slide across my skin and under the white material until the shirt glides off my shoulders and onto the ground at my feet.

“Turn around first.”

I look at him, perplexed.

“Trust me and turn around.” He places my chin between his thumb and pointer finger and whispers a kiss on my lips, putting me at ease.

“Okay.” I turn around and wait for his next order. Except nothing comes, just his body taking over mine. Skating his hands from my shoulders down and past my elbows he joins our hands, fingers between each other, and guides them to the counter. Once he has them there he kisses each of my shoulder blades before releasing his hands from mine. The hair on the back of my neck stands on edge when his soft touch moves my hair to my shoulder, giving his lips access to the center of the back of my neck. We are connected, finally. I feel him in every pore of my body, seeping its way back in me, to make us whole again.

“Spread your legs and stick your beautiful ass out, baby.” Even more unsure of where he’s going with this, I separate my legs and thrust my ass out, making contact with his covered erection. I feel it nudge between my lips and it ignites a bolt of electricity through my blood. I hear him drop to his knees, then I feel his thumbs spread me open and his hot tongue on my core.

Oh my God!

Looking down, I see how he positioned himself. He crawled between my legs and is sitting straight up with his back against the counter, eating me with a deprived hunger. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done with him. Lifting his arm up, he palms my breast, massaging it gently. I grip the counter tighter and throw my head back on a loud moan. I feel a rush of cold air hit my core when I lose his mouth. Looking down quickly to see why he stopped his pleasing torture on me, I see he’s gazing up at me.

“You need to be quiet, baby, your brother’s still here,” he says before nipping the inside of my thigh with his teeth. My knees buckle and I shiver, this feels incredible, being carnal and open with each other. That’s the beautiful thing about sex. It’s always made out to be forbidden or looked down upon, unless you’re married. I have to completely disagree; I think love and sex are the most passionate things to share with someone. You can completely be lost in each other, become one and not know where they start or you begin. The act of becoming one with Trey is something I never knew would mean a great deal to me the way it does now.

He finds my clit again and rubs his tongue in hard circular motions, then adds two fingers inside my wet entrance.

“You’re so tight, I need to fill you again. You need something big to hold onto, you’re clinging to my fingers, baby.”