Page 18 of His Valentine

“Been gone for years. Now you choose to come back. What the fuck for?” Johnny’s voice carries, dark and thunderous.

“Sign these, then I’ll leave and never come back.” She shoves the papers at his chest. Shit, that’s going to make more waves than ever before.

“I think we should go back inside now,” Lennie whispers.

“Lead the way. Hopefully, the guys will get the same memo,” I reply. Lennie loops her arm through mine, and we make our way back into their house with more questions and fewer answers.

14

KENNEDY

“How?” I’m stunned speechless. Everything settled down with Johnny and his wife. I mean, they didn’t calm down; she tossed the papers at him, they dropped to his feet, and then she took off. Lennie and I watched from our place at the window. Asher and Trent came back inside, both of them very quiet and contemplative. My brother went to Lennon and hugged her tightly, whispering something in her ear. Trent did similar, except he kissed me, and he told me the time has come to get my ass in Matthew’s office. I replied with a nod of my head. I received a grin, and then I watched as he scooped Briar up, one forearm beneath her knees, the other to her back, she curled into him, and my heart melted a little bit more.

“Got friends, babe. Plus, Lennie gave me the spare key. Crew met me over here before I went to Asher’s, so I was able to get in and out quick.” I look around my bedroom. There’s a bouquet of light pink ranunculus, and I’m once again at a loss for words. How would Trent know those are my favorite flowers?

“This is way more than that. It’s bigger, too.” A card is lying against the vase. There’s also a box of my favorite candies thatI love but really can’t afford on the regular. Icelandic toffee chocolate bars. My eyes pop out of their sockets. They’re, like, eight bucks a pop, and Trent has what looks like five sitting with the others.

“Meant what I said about me being your only Valentine, Kennedy. I may be a day late. What I’m not is a dollar short. This is to make up for last night. Couldn’t go all out and didn’t want Briar away from home on a school night,” Trent says as he grabs the fabric of his shirt at the nape of his neck and pulls it over his head. My mouth waters watching as each inch of honed muscle comes to view, the smattering of hair that feels beyond amazing against my pebbled nipples, the tattoos he has on one arm, from wrist to mid-bicep, and when the shirt clears his body, he sees me.He sees all of me.

I don’t know what to do first, strip out of my clothes, drop to my knees to peel him out of his shorts, or jump his body.

“Babe, you going to stand there all night, or are you going to get naked? I can’t give you the rest of your present with your clothes on.” He’s done so much, more than enough. When we came back from Asher’s, he laid Briar in bed, then left me to shut down the house for the night while I changed her into pajamas. I’d usually insist on her taking a warm bath, but the only time she woke up was to ask if Trent could read her a story. I told her yes. It proved impossible for Briar to keep her eyes open. The minute her head hit the pillow, I got anI love youthrough yawn after yawn. I backed out of her bedroom, turning the nightlight on. A gift from Trent for her last birthday, it illuminates the ceiling with stars. The two of them talk about the constellations when they’re outside at dark, and it’s an ode to that. All I know is it helps comfort her at night. She falls asleep and stays asleep, unless she hears me whisper his name.

“I’m not sure. You’re doing a spectacular job of stripping. I’m quite enjoying the show. The roles have been reversed, it seems,”I say in a teasing tone, lifting my oversized shirt over my head, baring myself to him because I’m only wearing my bathing suit.

“You want me to strip for you, babe?” Trent asks, except he’s already slipping out of his swim trunks, leaving him completely naked. His cock lies against his stomach, long, thick, and more than a handful. My fingertips don’t even meet when I wrap them around his length. I lick my lips, trying to figure out what I want to happen next. Trent gives me the direction I so clearly need. “Next time, you’ll give me a show, then I’ll return the favor. Tonight is already going to be hard on you. Staying quiet is not your strong suit, learned that while you were in my bed.” I reach behind my back to unclasp my top, allowing it to drop to the floor. Trent’s breathing increases, chest rising and falling, and his hand immediately wraps around his cock, pinching the tip as he crowds where I’m standing. I’m slammed with need, my core clenching at the thought of having him inside me.

“Are you complaining that I’m too loud when you’re fucking me, Trent Hawthorne?” While I’m dragging my fingers along my heated flesh, he watches, down the slope of my neck until I’m cupping my breasts, thumbs sliding along my pebbled nipples. My eyes close, losing him, but I relish in the sensation of feeling his gaze the entire time.

“Nope,” he groans. I let out a low moan of my own when I feel his hand knock one of mine out of his way. When Trent’s tongue licks around my nipple, my knees start to buckle, well aware of what his devious mouth can do to my body. I fist his hair, using it for purchase, and work my other breast as he continues his ministrations.

“So good.” I’m trying stay as quiet as possible, but it’s proving to be harder than I thought.

“Shh, Kennedy. You wake up Briar, this will be the end of our night,” Trent says right before her wraps his lips around my nipple. His fingers dip between my stomach and the fabric of mybathing suit bottoms. The palm of his hand is warm against my skin, and then the tips of his fingers brush along my clit.

“Can’t. Feels too good.” My voice rises an octave. The one downside to this house is how close the bedrooms are. I’m either going to need something to occupy my mouth, or a pillow might work. Trent works my bottoms off until I’m completely naked. Still, he keeps working me with his fingers and mouth. He moves from one nipple to the other, the wetness making me shiver as the cool air skates over my flesh. Two fingers dip inside my pussy. He’s teasing me, working me up, and not giving me more of what I’m desperate for.

“Babe.” I lose his mouth at the same time as he pushes his fingers inside me. Another noise leaves me, a deep purr in the back of my throat. No longer am I able to stay standing. Trent’s hands on my body, it’s too much, yet it’s never enough. He tries to get my attention again, this time without words but by pulling in and out of my wet heat. The scent of our combined arousals, the noises from our heavy breathing, and the feel of his body touching as much of me as possible, is overwhelming. I swear a few more strokes and feathering of his fingers back and forth, and it’ll be lights out. I’ll lose the will to stand, let alone hold back on the orgasm that’s threatening to take hold.

“Don’t stop, please, Trent, don’t.” My chest rises and falls.

“Then I guess I better find a way to keep you quiet.” His lips go to mine. The kiss is not soft at all. He’s taking me with his mouth like he’s taking my pussy with his fingers. He’s working both at the same fevered pace. My hand moves to wrap around his cock, taking over stroking his length and trying to set up a momentum that will feel good for him, too.

“Close, so close,” I mutter against his lips.

“Fuck yeah, babe. Get there, then I’m gonna fuck you, nice and slow. I’ll kiss you through every breath, every moan, and every move.” The palm of his hand works my clit, his fingersnever stopping. He’s making good on his promise, and when my orgasm takes hold, he swallows the noises down with a mind-blowing kiss of all kisses.

God, I love this man.

“Trent,” I sigh his name as I slowly come down from my orgasm. Just when I think I’m going to lose his fingers from my pussy, he does the last thing I expect.

“Staying inside you in some way till I’ve got you flat on your back,” he murmurs quietly, yet there’s no denying the huskiness in that, which is filled with desire.

“Hmm.” I’m fuck drunk and haven’t even been fucked yet.

“You gonna walk, or you need me to carry you, Kennedy?” His mouth latches onto my neck, sucking on the sensitized skin.

“What?” It’s hard to comprehend anything when he’s still fluttering his fingers back and forth inside me and undoubtedly marking me with his mouth.

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