Page 41 of Make You Mine

When I clench around him, Trent groans and starts moving again, in and out ever-so-slowly. The stretch of him is perfect. “You feel incredible,” I say on a moan.

“I’ve missed you so much,” he whispers.

The emotion shining in his eyes only spurs on my own. This man feels like the air I need to breathe. Like I’ve only been half alive, living on a ventilator the past three years without him.

At the same time, I push up on my forearms, and Trent leans down, our lips colliding as he thrusts deeper. He reaches in between us, circling my clit with his thumb as my arms wrap around his shoulders.

Faster than I ever have before, my orgasm builds, worming down my spine.

“Trent, I’m so close,” I moan, nails digging into his muscles.

“Thank fuck,” he mutters, and I see the first drop of sweat trail down his chest. He’s hanging on by a thread, not wanting to come before me.

Always a giver.

My body starts to tremble, and I feel him tense above me. Knowing he can’t stop himself pushes me over the edge as I cry out his name, pulsing around him.

Trent’s body shudders, and the moan from deep in his chest is the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I swear I think the sight of him like this has me coming again. Pleasure continues to roll through my body in a way it never has before, reaching all the way to my toes and making me lightheaded.

One thought is on repeat when I come down from my state of bliss.

I’ll die before I have to know a life without him again.

Thirteen

After round two, we finally ordered room service as fuel, and now we’re lying on the bed, legs tangled together. I’m gently rubbing Ashley’s back, and as perfect as this moment is, I know we need to discuss the ugly side of our situation too.

Her next statement proves that even more. “I wish we could lay like this every night. You and me. No more hiding, no one standing in our way.”

In our own home, in our own bed.

“Speaking of that… I want to fill you in on what I’m working on with The Saints regarding Junior.”

She adjusts her upper body, so she can see my face without untangling our legs.

“We know Junior is behind the rising fentanyl overdoses here in the city recently. So, our mission is proving his connection to the other heads of the Cosa Nostra.”

“Do you think they will actually care?” she asks curiously.

“Yes, rising death rates look bad for drug trades and sales. People love drugs, but not at the risk of dying for most. This is why he was called to Italy early.”

“I assumed there was something more to his story. He never really told me why he was leaving early, but it's not like he would tell me the truth anyway.”

“He’s quickly made a bad name for himself, just like his father did. But that helps us because he doesn’t have a lot of allies,” I say, tracing my fingertips along her arm.

“Yeah, a lot of people seem to want his head on a platter. Including me.” She huffs the last part, and hearing another confirmation that she wants him dead as much as I do just adds fuel to my fire.

“My boss, Nico, is working hard while Junior is away to make more of the Cosa Nostra aware of his dealings. The hope is, by the time he returns from Italy, we’ll have enough support from the mafia that if we kill him, it will be as a favor to them.”

“Kill him?” she asks, but not with concern…with envy. My mind conjures up a vision of Ashley digging a knife into his heart with a smile on her face. Not going to lie…it's sexy as fuck.

“Yes… They can push him out of the mafia, but he will still be a problem. Plus, if he’s dead and gone, I don’t have to worry about him hurting you.”

“Who is going to kill him or have him killed? And what if it doesn’t go as planned?” Her second question strikes a nerve because, of course, that weighs on my mind every day, but I shut that shit down. Ithasto work. Hehasto die.For her.

“Junior will die one way or another. I’m going to kill him myself. I want to watch the life drain from his body for whathe has done to you.” Nico and my brother know this as well. Once I filled them both in on the marks I found on Ashley’s neck, they knew it was a done deal, and I deserved the kill.

She shifts her body on top of mine, propping her head up on her hands to keep us at eye level. My heart stutters with the change in position. We used to lie together like this so many Friday nights, dreaming of an alternate life. It seemed impossible back then, but not anymore.

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