Page 12 of His to Keep

“And I damn sure don’t want your lips wrapped around my cock just yet.” He rolls off to one side, hand going to my abdomen, and I can’t help but let out a laugh.

“I guess you think I’m a sure thing, huh?” I turn onto my side, so we’re face to face.

“Fuck yeah, I do. Only a matter of time until you’re pregnant or we’re married. I don’t give a shit which comes first.” His big hand cups my cheek. I cuddled into his palm, and his lips land on mine. It doesn’t matter that his teeth have been brushed and mine haven’t. Trey doesn’t mind and, well, neither do I. The only thing that matters is this moment, the two of us in bed, rekindling our love for one another, and while we still have some kinks to iron out and I have a secret or two to tell, I know we’ll be stronger together. The tip of his tongue slides along my lip. I open on a gasp, and he slides inside. Our hands are wrapped in each other’s hair and my leg is thrown over his hip. The soreness subsides, and in its place desire builds. My wetness guides a path for his cock sliding along the lips of my pussy.

“Trey.” I want him. God, do I want him, but my body is not having it.

“Yeah, sugar, bath for you. I’ll cook us up some breakfast since you cooked dinner last night.” He presses a kiss to my lips one last time before he rolls over and climbs out of the bed.

“You mean you’ll cook breakfast because that’s the only thing you know how to make?” I lift my eyebrows. The last time we were together, he never made dinner. He’d either pick something up from in town, eat at his parents', or make a sandwich.

“Bite your tongue, woman. Mom taught us our way around the kitchen. When there’s only me, what’s the use of cooking all the time for the food to go to waste or for me to eat the same thing four nights in a row?” He holds his hand out for me, ever the gentleman unless we’re in bed, then all holds are off. Trey likes to toss me around, pull my hair, and smack my ass when the mood arises. My particular favorite is when he’s taking me from behind, his balls slapping my clit, hand fisting my hair, and his other, well, I’m not ashamed to admit that I love when he plays with my ass. We never got around to having his dick inside me back there. I’m hopeful now that we're back to us, we can eventually try to.

“Good, then you can cook dinner tonight.” Trey is smirking at me, standing naked, devastatingly handsome, highly aroused, and looking at me like I’m the only person in the world.

“I guess I’m cooking my woman dinner tonight. Come on, sugar. You naked isn’t helping, and then me thinking about you naked, wet, and in the tub, it’s enough to do my damn head in.”

“You’ve got yourself to blame. It’s been years, Trey.” I leave the statement at that, letting it sink in that there’s been no one before him and there’s been no one after him.

“Fuck me, Sienna. You don’t think the same can be said for me? There’s a reason my cock won’t go down. Years I’ve had to use my hand, waiting till you left in order to get the barest scent of you to tide me over, and you don’t wanna know how many times I’ve been tempted to come in this very room, find a pair of panties, and jack my cock to them.” He licks his lips before continuing, “And you say this to me and expect me to keep my hands to myself?” His hands cup my breasts, then he sweeps his thumbs over my pebbled nipples. My eyes close, a soft mewl escapes my lips, and damn his big dick for wrecking my pussy.

“You should have taken them, you should have taken me, but I get it. We can’t live in the past, and as much as it pissed me off at the time that everyone tried to push me out of the place I loved with the people I love, too, I needed it more than I knew.” Trey pinches my nipples, making me want him even more. “I mean, maybe if we try in the bath?” My thighs clench, trying to relieve the ache only Trey gives me.

“Nope. Now, tell me what I’m making for dinner, then it’s bath time for you. Hopefully tonight, you’ll be feeling better, and I’ll give you what we both want.” My hand goes to his cock, fisting his length, slowly jacking him in the hopes to change his mind. “Not happening, sugar. Tell me.”

“Fine. I’m craving steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and huckleberry ice cream.” His hands leave my breasts and take my hands, doing the exact opposite of what I want, and my eyes snap open. The haze of desire is shaken out of me when I’m pulled into the bathroom.

“I’ll stop by my place, grab what we need, and bring it here to cook. The only thing I don’t have is ice cream. I’ll correct that, your sweet tooth always did hit at the most random of times.” Trey flips the switch, drops my hand, and hauls ass to the tap for the bathtub. I watch as he studies the plethora of bath salts, taking the lids off the jars, sniffing one, then the other until he finds the one he likes. He dumps a heaping amount into the water, swirls it around with his hand, and when he deems the water warm enough, he gives me a look. I head to the tub, and his hand finds mine again, helping me step inside, not letting go until I’m completely submerged.

“Thank you.” Those two words have such a powerful meaning behind them. They’re for the past, the present, and the future.

“Love you, Sienna. I’d do anything for you, even if it meant you hating me at one time.” Trey dips down onto his haunches, throat bobbing while giving me another piece of him.

“I love you, Trey. I’m sorry I’ve been an asshole.” Trying to keep the waterworks to a minimum is proving to be quite hard.

“No apology necessary. Relax. You want a cup of coffee?” He cups my cheek. I nod, and after he does his usual, sliding his nose along mine, Trey’s up and heading for the door. I tip my head back on the tile wall, needing a moment to get my emotions in check. Everything is going great, so great that I’m worried for the other shoe to drop. God, I really need to get out of my own damn head. Instead of thinking about what could be, I start to think about a future with Trey, exactly how I’ve wanted it all along.

THIRTEEN

TREY

“Hey, Maureen, is my sister-in-law around by chance?” After Sienna got out of the bath, we ate breakfast together on her back porch. She moved two chairs closer to the railing, I propped my feet up, she went to do the same, and I maneuvered her legs until they were in my lap. It didn’t take much to eat a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Our coffees were on the ground, making it easy to stay where we were without having to get up for anything. Sienna kept her eyes peeled for the family of raccoons that has taken refuge underneath the porch. Amos threatened to trap and move them. The bleeding heart Sienna is, she put her foot down and told her brother she’d hog tie him if he even tried.

Sienna won the battle, probably not the war, especially if they start getting into the barn where all the feed and hay is stored. I kept my mouth shut. Knowing my woman, she’d get my mom involved, and we’d all hear her wrath. We finished our breakfast and coffee, and since I re-dressed while waiting on Sienna to get out of the bath, all I needed to do was put my boots on and get out the door. A damn impossibility with Sienna being bare beneath her bathrobe. One tug on the tie, and I’d have seen her smooth skin, lush tits, soft belly, full hips, an ass that I can grip with two full hands, and that’s hardly touching the surface. The only reason I didn’t take things further when I kissed her goodbye is I saw how she walked, the slight limp, and the twinge of her lips, and not the lips I want to bury my face in, either.

“She’s in her office. Let me give her a call.” Maureen has worked at the clinic before Tallulah took it over. My sister-in-law loved working with her before and always told her she’d have a position as long as Tully is working. The complete overhaul of this office took all of us brothers, her family, and a few contractors. In the end, it all worked out for the best. Tallulah’s office always has a steady stream of patients, and she gets more call-outs to farms than she can handle. Probably why she’s hired two more veterinarians. Dean about lost his shit when she worked fourteen days straight, the earlier days of her taking over. He understood Tully needed to get her feet on the ground, but he hated how it wore her out and left little time for everything else in life.

“Appreciate it.” I half-heartedly listen to Maureen talk to Tallulah. They talk for less than a minute before the clicking of the phone ends the call.

“You’re good to go on back.” A quick nod and a scan of the area shows me there aren’t any people in the waiting room. Shit, she must be on her lunch break, which makes me feel like an ass. The least I could have done was pick her up some food on the way over. My brother is going to give me hell for this. Maybe I’ll offer to go pick up some lunch for her if she has enough time.

“See you later, Maureen.”

“You will. Might not be today. I’m going to head out for a bit.” She gets up from her seat, grabs her bag, and damn, I feel like more of an ass having disturbed her lunch too.

“Sorry for the interruption.” The least I can do is apologize.

“You’re good. Lunch starts now for me. The doc gets a few more minutes, but I’m not worried about it. She pays me well.” Maureen winks and grabs her jacket. I take that as my cue to head down the hallway to Tully’s office. Back when the old coot owned this place, he had his up near the front. I’m pretty sure it was so he could hear every last conversation. Tallulah is the complete opposite. She prefers the quiet and downtime between patients. Can’t say that I blame her. A small town of Arrowleaf has a fuck of a lot of cackling hens and gossip mongers. I highly doubt she wants to hear what others have to say or what they do on a daily basis.

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