Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33246 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 166(@200wpm)___ 133(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
“Fine, we’ll call a truce.” I grab my pinky finger with his, making a promise to one another.
“Not kissing your hand when I can make good on it with my mouth.” The problem with having known Trent for as long as I have is he’s well aware of all those childlike antics you get caught up in.
“I’m not opposed to that.” I lean up, his hand cups the back of my head, and he swoops in. Trent’s mouth fuses to mine, his teeth nip at my lower lip, and his tongue drags along to soothe the ache he created. He probably isn’t even aware of the desire he’s building within me yet again. I’m flat on my back, his naked body wedged between my spread thighs. There’s nothing between us, seeing as how I’m only wearing one of his Oak County Police Department shirts; it’s black with white writing and so amazingly comfortable that I’ll never give it back.
“Fuck, as much as I want to take you again, to slide deep inside your hot, tight, wet pussy, sleep is about to take over. Been a long-as-hell day, and I’m not getting any younger.” He rolls back over and brings me with him. I mourn losing his long and hard cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, but he’s right. It’s been one hell of a day; he’s taken a lot of the brunt of it, too. While I cleaned up after sex, he fielded phone calls left and right. When I came out of the bathroom, he was on the phone with the captain, clearing my name. It’s not like there’s a lot to clear since I’m not a wealth of knowledge. Then he hung up with him after stating he’d be in tomorrow, technically today, because it’s well past midnight and closing in on morning. Trent had to make another call, this one to Chase, asking him to bring my car, well, technically, my mom’s car, and my belongings. Apparently, he was already on his way and said he’d meet him on the front porch. I climbed in bed, waited for Trent to join me but started falling asleep, until I felt him slide beside me, his arm snaking beneath my neck, which caused me to wake up from my slumber.
“Yeah, it has, get some sleep, old man,” I tease. Our age difference isn’t much at all, yet he’s the one who brought up getting older.
“Give me an hour, and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” He pauses, then I feel his lips on my forehead. “Again.”
I squeeze my thighs together at his promise. It seems with Trent I’m always ready for more—more of his kisses, more of his finger on every part of my body, and more of his cock slamming inside me.
“Trent?” I call his name, unsure if he’s already drifting off to sleep.
“Yeah, babe.”
“Thank you for tonight, for everything. You listened to me, and while most people wouldn’t go the lengths that I have to make things work, at the end of the day, you understood.” He had ample opportunity to bring me to the station instead of swinging his ass out in the wind. Then there’s my brother. He didn’t so much as make a single noise about calling him. I didn’t ask, and he didn’t state whether he’d call my big brother. Either way, I’ll be talking to my family once I get a few hours of sleep myself.
“Glad it was me tonight. No one else I’d rather rescue, Kennedy.” He takes a minute, probably to gather what he wants to say next; whether I’ll like it or not is yet to be determined. “I haven’t told anyone this. Still trying to process it myself. I got some news today.” It might be total darkness in his bedroom, yet I can sense whatever he has to say is heavy. Patience isn’t always my strong suit, but tonight, I’m going to make it be. Trent has done way more than anyone else not blood related has.
I slide my hand up his chest, feeling the light dusting of hair along the way, until I’m cupping his cheek. A need to be closer to him takes hold, so I wiggle my way up until I’m leaning on an elbow, propped up, and my front is plastered to his side.
“Dad called me yesterday while I was at work, said he had news he wouldn’t discuss over the phone. Which only means shit is bad. Went there this morning.” I don’t tell him it’s now the next day; there’s no reason to be a smart ass when he’s about to pour his heart out. My own stomach drops, thinking of the possibly of Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne having any type of problem. “Gran has breast cancer. Not sure the stage because we didn’t get that far into our conversation before Mom joined us. All I know is it’s metastasized to other places, and she’s refusing to go through chemo. I get it. She’s older and said she’d rather spend her days living the way she wants to live than be stuck in a hospital for an extra however long.” Trent’s voice is thick with emotion. I can feel it tugging at him, the threat of emotions trying to slide out, but he’s trying to swallow it down.