Page 102 of Small Town Hunter

I look at Crash suspiciously. “How didyouget in here, by the way? I’m sure Mamie would have had them looking out for you.”

“Natural charm,” he grins.

“Hmph. Jada seemed to think so.”

I tug the dress off. We’re naked again but the energy has gone so we just end up cuddling.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Your mother sounds…difficult.”

“She takes the cake,” I grumble. “And after all she did to me, that still felt terrible. But I think she’s actually crazy. She had a hard life. And there I go feeling sorry for her again.”

“Some people don’t always deserve our forgiveness.”

“Is there somebody you never forgave?”

“Many,” says Crash, stroking my hair off my shoulders. “But for our own sake it’s better to make peace in our hearts. You alright?”

“I’m good.” I touch his waist…and lower.

He turns me over. And I feel him probe, then push into me from behind.

This is deeper.

More intimate, even, than looking at each other face-to-face.

“Baby you’re so big,” I whimper.

His hand links with mine next to my head. For a while he doesn’t say anything, just moves. Grinding deep. Drawing it out. My body smacking against him, wet and sticky.

“Trina,” he says in my ear.

“Uh huh…”

“Say I gave you my number…”

“Yeah?”

“And you didn’tforgetit…”

Never. I’d commit his number to memory. Unless he plans on giving it to me right now, while he’s turning my brain to Jell-O. He suddenly pulls back and gets me on hands and knees.

I arch my back and hear myself sucking and smacking all over him. He pushes my shoulders down. “Don’t move,” he grits. “Just take it.”

“W-what?” I moan.

“What what?” I canhearhim smiling.

“What — you gonna say?”

“In a year,” he says. “We do this again. All of this. More of this.”

“Oh, Crash!”

“Say something to me, Trina. Say you will.”

Heck, it’s the only thing I can say to Crash, ever.

“Yes!”

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