His curvy craving, p.12
His Curvy Craving, page 12
She tilted her head back stared up at me. Her breath fanned across my face. Her belly brushed mine with every inhale.
“I said no,” I repeated. “We’re not going back to strangers, Finley.”
She closed her eyes and drew a slow breath. I took advantage of the moment to study her face. The dark fall of her lashes on her cheeks. The slightly uneven part of her hair. The lift of her nose at the end. The perfect little bow of her plump lips. The row of studs in each of her ears.
“I can’t owe you, Trent. You know I can’t repay you.”
“I’m not asking you to.”
“No, you’re asking for so much more.” She opened her eyes and slayed me with the look in them. Fear and pain and loss. All of it wrapped up in a neat little package of lust.
That was what I needed to see.
Without thinking, I leaned down and captured her lips. She froze for half a second, then groaned roughly. The sound went straight to my dick. I walked her backward until she hit the door she was trying to walk out of moments before.
She bit my lip, but I didn’t pull back. I growled at her and dove in, prying her lips apart with my tongue. She fought me, my feisty woman back in full force.
I cupped her hips and squeezed my hands, digging my fingertips into her soft flesh. Everything about her was soft. So soft and perfect and mine.
“I hate you,” she murmured as she chased my lips with hers.
“I can’t resist you,” I admitted, the words flowing from me without thought. It was the truth, and I was sick of fighting it.
13
Finley clawed at my suit, stripping my coat from my shoulders. I shrugged out of it, grabbing for the hem of her dress. My hand met bare, smooth skin, and I groaned. I kept going until I found the soft cotton of her panties. Wet and hot.
I dipped my fingers underneath the edge, nudging her thighs apart to fit my hand between her legs. She growled at me but shifted her thighs and moaned when I pressed a finger inside her.
“Couch,” I growled, walking her to where I wanted her while I teased her body.
“I hate you,” she repeated.
“Understood,” I told her. “Get naked for me.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see you.” I pulled my hand from between her legs and lifted her dress. She snarled at me but didn’t fight when I stripped it off her and tossed it aside. “Fucking hell. You’re stunning.”
“Shut up,” she said, a flush rising on her body.
“No. You’re beautiful. I didn’t get to see you last time. I’ve been dreaming about you.”
“I’m going to leave if you’re going to keep talking.”
I glared at her and shook my head. Then I covered her with my body, avoiding resting my weight on her stomach, and kissed the hell out of her.
She panted and squirmed under me. I kissed her hard, not giving her a chance to fight me. She chased me, trying to keep up but unable to predict what I was doing. And with each surprise, she moaned again.
I delved between her legs, thrusting two fingers into her without warning. She cried out and pressed into me. I fucking loved it. I curled my fingers and thrummed against her g-spot.
Her body went rigid right before she groaned. “Oh, God. Please.”
Her core squeezed my fingers. She was close, ready for me already, but I wasn’t done with her yet. I pressed my thumb to her clit and groaned when she went soaring.
“Oh, God. Yes! Yes!”
“Yes,” I encouraged her. “More.”
“Yes,” she cried, whimpering as her body started the climb again.
I withdrew my fingers, making her whine, then thrust back into her with a third finger. She instantly tightened, moaning and crying and clutching at me. Her eyes were closed, but the look on her face was one that would never leave me. She was beautiful, close and full of pleasure. Pleasure I gave her.
I curled my fingers, playing her once more and driving her wild. She moaned in pants, her body taking over for her mind. How did I stay away from her for so long?
She pulsed around me, her body working my fingers as I worked her body. Her mouth opened, her face telling me how close she was. Her moans sped up with the way I stroked over her clit until she couldn’t moan fast enough and fell.
She moaned long and loud, shaking and whimpering as she soared. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I needed more of her. Not just right now, but later. Again. Always.
“Trent, inside me. Please. Please.”
I brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her. She clung to me, desperate with her kisses. I felt the same. Desperate. Crazy.
“Trent,” she whimpered.
I slowly dragged my fingers from her, enjoying the way she shivered at the loss. I licked them clean slowly, holding her gaze as I did.
Her eyes widened. She gasped softly.
I stood and removed my clothes, loving the way her eyes roamed my body with each item I tossed aside. “Take off your bra and panties.”
She stood and did as I said. When we were both naked, I rolled a condom on and sat on the couch. I guided her down on top of me, sliding into her easily.
“Oh, fuck, Finley,” I groaned. I stilled deep inside her, knowing I wouldn’t last long if I didn’t take a minute.
“Fuck me, Trent,” she whispered. That tone was starting to creep back in. The one that said she wasn’t sure about me. That said she was afraid of me.
I couldn’t let that side come back. I needed to keep her in a daze of pleasure. I lifted her hips slightly, pulling back at the same moment. Then I slammed our bodies together, sending sparks to my toes and desire to claim her to every inch of me.
Mine. She was mine. Finley.
She met my pace, lifting herself and falling back down with each stroke. Our bodies slammed together in a noisy, wet rhythm. Her breast bounced in my face, tempting me. I captured one, biting down on her nipple. She gasped and bounced faster.
I brought my hands up and held both breasts. I teased one nipple while nibbling on the other. And she just fucked me harder and harder, losing herself in us.
I was in awe of her. I was so lost in her that I didn’t realize my own orgasm was creeping up on me. When she came, squeezing down hard on my cock, I roared and emptied into her, holding her body tight to mine.
We gasped for breath together, our hearts pounding in sync with the pulsing of aftershocks through our bodies. She sank against me, relaxed and satiated and languid in my arms. I held her tight, hating how much I loved the feel of her in my arms.
A knock on the door made her gasp. She jumped up, her nakedness on full display for me. I hardened again as I watched her scramble around the office and pick up her discarded clothes. She held them to her chest and glared at me.
“Why aren’t you getting dressed?”
“I will,” I said with a sigh. I was not ready for life outside that door to come back in. I wanted more time with her. To find out things about her I couldn’t read online. To learn what made her laugh and what her favorite food was and what she looked like when she slept. I wanted to know what her hair smelled like fresh out of the shower and what book she curled up with in bed and if she had ever been in love. I wanted to know everything about her.
“There’s someone at the door,” she hissed. She threaded her panties up her legs and snapped them in place. She secured her bra. Then she dragged her dress over her head and smoothed it down over her curves. “What are you doing?”
I pushed off the couch and stalked to my attached bathroom. I disposed of the condom and washed my hands, then went back into the office and dressed without any urgency.
Finley tapped her toe and huffed the entire time. I wondered if she would be in such a hurry to get away from me if someone weren’t standing on the other side of my door waiting to speak to me.
I pulled my tie back on and straightened it, and Finley made a move for the door.
“Stop,” I called out.
She listened and turned to me.
“Next time I want to take you out on a date.”
“Next time?”
“This isn’t enough for me, Finley. Are you okay with that?”
She bit her lip. “This is sex. We’re not dating.”
“I want to know you, Finley.”
“That’s not a good idea. The lawyers are supposed to be handling everything.”
“I’m done with lawyers.”
“Why? What’s changed, Trent? Because I’m still pregnant and you still think it’s not yours.”
“Everything has changed,” I admitted. It was true. Her refusal of money made me think maybe she was telling the truth about the pregnancy. Mr. Whiteside was getting updates from her midwife, with her permission, about appointments. Everything lined up with her getting pregnant the weekend we were together.
Even that wouldn’t be enough for me to believe her, but she never asked for anything. She wouldn’t let me pay for half her medical expenses. She refused to talk about child support. She didn’t even want me to pay for her stay at my own hotel.
Maybe she was an expert in deception, but every encounter I had with her told me that wasn’t the case. And feeling the baby kick earlier… That kick went straight to my heart. That was my baby. And I was going to do everything I could to take care of it, and its mother.
“Say it Finley. Tell me you’ll let me see you again.”
“Okay,” she breathed.
“Good. And keep the suite. It has a great view. You’ll be able to see the fireworks from there tonight if you don’t want to be out in the cold.”
“Okay.”
“And Finley?”
“Yeah.”
“Anything else you need, I want you to tell me.”
She nodded jerkily, like she was lying but knew better than to admit it.
I let it go, knowing if I pushed her too far, she’d push back. Although pushing too far was exactly what got her to my office and naked again, so maybe that was what I should be doing with her.
“Finley?” I said, again stopping her before she left my office.
She turned back to me, not saying a word.
I crossed the room to her in four long steps and claimed her lips without preamble. She tilted her head back and melted against me, giving me access to her mouth instantly. I groaned and pressed myself against her, unsure how I walked away from her before.
Then the knock came again, and she jumped back from me.
“I should go,” she said quietly.
I nodded and let go of her. She opened the door and smiled timidly, then disappeared.
X turned to watch her walk away, and I growled at my best friend in the world.
“Who was that?”
“The mother of my child. Hands fucking off.” I turned to walk back to my desk. “Eyes, too, asshole.”
X whistled, then stepped into my office and closed the door behind himself. “She had the test?”
I shook my head. “No, but…”
X’s face fell. “Trent.”
I knew that tone. It was the one that said he thought I was being foolish. That said he questioned not only my sanity but my ability to make a good decision.
“Don’t.”
“You don’t know her. For months, all you did was rail about her and how she was trying to trick you. What the hell happened? She shows up here and you think she’s telling the truth?”
“She doesn’t want anything from me,” I admitted.
“So? Maybe she has her own money.”
I shook my head. “She doesn’t. You know that. She should want money. She should be trying to bleed me dry.”
“If she doesn’t want anything from you, why is she here?”
I sighed. “Her friend made the reservation. They didn’t know I owned the place, or lived here.”
“And you believe that?”
I sank onto my chair and ran a hand over my head. I was sick of not trusting anyone. Of feeling like no one cared about me as a man. I wanted someone in my life who was more worried about me than my money. Someone who saw the man beneath the billions.
“I want you to be right,” X said softly. “I know it’s not easy for you. A few weeks ago, you were so sure about her. I don’t want you to get into another situation like Michelle.”
“Finley actually is pregnant,” I argued.
“I know. I saw.”
“She wants me to sign over my rights. She thinks I’m going to try to take the baby from her if it’s mine.”
“You just said it is. Now it’s ‘if it’s mine.’ Which is it?”
“I don’t know! Dammit, X, I fucking hate this.”
“I know. I want to see you happy. I want you to find someone who doesn’t care about your money. But the truth is money makes people crazy.”
“I know.” I sighed heavily. “I know. I want to believe her.”
X nodded. He understood how much I wanted a family. How important it was to me to find someone to share my life with. We both had that dream, but neither of us thought we’d actually find that one person. “So, get to know her. Spend time with her. See if she could be someone you could trust or care about. If you find out she’s lying when the baby arrives, then you owe her nothing. But if she’s telling the truth, you’re going to be tied to her for the rest of your life.”
The grimace on X’s face was compliments of his ex, McJenna’s mom. Even though she walked out on them, he still had to deal with the aftermath of her. The questions J asked and the pain his daughter went through on a regular basis because her mom deserted her the first chance she had.
“For what it’s worth, I hope you’re right about her.”
I nodded. “Me, too.”
New Year’s Eve was normally fairly boring for us. J was starting to get to the point where she wanted to spend all her time with friends instead of her dad and me, but X was still resisting letting her out on a night known for drinking and letting go of inhibitions. He would know since he met her mother on New Year’s Eve.
A quiet night at home felt like exactly what I needed after the whirlwind with Finley. Too bad J was in the mood to fight with her dad.
“I don’t know why you treat me like I’m a little kid. I am not stupid,” she yelled as I walked into the suite.
“I never said you were. I don’t trust other people.”
“Then let me have a party here,” J argued.
It had been a discussion for years. She wanted to use one of the rooms in the hotel for a party, whether a birthday party so they could sleepover and use the pool or a New Year’s party or something else. She wanted to invite friends over and use the hotel. I told X I didn’t have a problem with it. He did.
“Inviting your friends to stay here is a huge invasion on Uncle Trent, J. We already take too much from him living here. If we had our own place, renting a room here wouldn’t feel like as big of a deal.”
My heart stopped at his words. I never wanted them to feel like a burden. And I never wanted them to move out. Just the idea of it made my chest all tight and uncomfortable.
“Uncle T said what’s his is ours, Dad. Why can’t I ask him? Just once.”
“It’s too late tonight,” X said.
J sighed heavily. “Yeah, yeah. You always say that. Argue with me until it’s too late to do anything about it.”
That was even worse. This wasn’t the first time they had the same conversation. Not by a long shot it sounded.
“Look, J, I know this is your normal and your life, and I’m forever grateful to Trent for bringing us in here and helping me when you were a baby and letting us stay here, but one day he might have his own family. I’m trying to be prepared for the day when he has a kid, maybe a wife one day, and we need to move out. Trent doesn’t owe us a place to live.”
“Do you think he’d do that?”
“For his own family? Why wouldn’t he?”
I couldn’t stay silent and pretend I wasn’t there for another minute. I moved past the entryway and into the living room, answering X’s question.
“You two are my family. You have been my family forever, and you always will be. You will always have a home here.”
“Trent, you know you can’t say that,” X argued. His steady stare told me he was already playing things forward to when the baby was born and the test revealed what I was convinced it would reveal. I would have my own baby. And in a three-bedroom condo, where would it stay?
“None of that matters. You two are my family.”
“You’ve been better to us than anyone I’ve ever known. But I can’t take your charity forever,” X said.
“It’s not charity,” I told him. He had no idea why I did it. No clue. All these years and he still thought I let them move in because I felt bad for them.
I shook my head.
“X, you’re like a brother to me. You have always been the one and only person who never wanted anything beyond a friendship. When I started working for you, you didn’t treat me like shit because I was your employee. You acted like I was a decent person who mattered. I went into that job because I wanted to be treated normal. I wanted to be like everyone else. I quickly realized how much it sucked to be like everyone else, but you made me feel like I was an important part of the newsroom.”
I moved over to where they sat on the couch and joined them.
“When I told you the truth about who I was, you never changed how you treated me. Not once have you asked me how much money I make or what I’m worth or for anything. I am an only child, and I was the only heir and rich kid in my hometown. I was always different, but you made me feel like that was just one thing about me, not everything someone needed to know. You are honestly a brother to me. Family. And it doesn’t matter how many kids I have or if I ever get married, I will always want the two of you here with me.”
“Trent,” X said. The emotion in his voice told me he’d been worried I was about to kick them out.
“No. Don’t ever think about it. Having you here means I am not alone. I’ve been alone my whole life, until you two came into it.”
X leaned over and hugged me, slapping me hard on the back. J jumped up and ran around the coffee table, piling onto the two of us. We all laughed and sniffed and pretended we weren’t crying.
