Page 11 of His Valentine

“Yeah, you’re getting fucked again.” My cock grows inside her. Sleep won’t be happening any time soon, that’s for sure.

“You won’t hear me complaining,” she replies. A total fucking minx, but she’smyfucking minx.

9

KENNEDY

“Said it in the shower, but it bears repeating. I’m sorry, Kennedy. Should have been a man and talked to you. The way I treated you burned a hole in my gut. The only thing keeping me away from you was this fucking case. Never again will I treat you that way. You’re it for me, babe.” My fingers are playing with his, noticing the rough texture to my smoothness. Even after weeks of stripping, my hands haven’t taken the brunt that most strippers’ do, probably because of all the lotion I use on a daily basis. My day job has me working with paper, typing, and filing, then by night working a pole. It’s hell on your skin. I lather and slather as much as possible.

“Thank you, but one apology is more than enough. You weren’t the only one who handled things badly. I’m as much to blame. Instead of talking to you, I decided icing you out would be easier. How very mature of me.” I’ve been thinking about this a lot; it’s been plaguing me well before tonight. Yes, I wanted Trent for my own, no matter the consequences, and I didn’t think to care about what he could potentially lose.

“Babe, think we both made mistakes along the way. I should have pulled my head out of my ass, talked to your brother a longfucking time ago or gone after what I’ve wanted.” He runs his finger through my damp hair. It’s going to be a tangled mess come morning. I didn’t have it in me to ask if he had a blow dryer, and even if he did, it’d take forever and a day to deal with the thick dark strands. It’s tomorrow’s problem, plus Briar will undoubtedly want me to swim with her, which means back-to-back washing. I settle deeper into his side, my head burrowing in, stealing his body heat. I’m always cold. Even in the dead of summer, you can find me beneath a blanket while sitting on the couch or grab a hoodie to keep warm. Even with the Florida humidity during the hot-as-balls months, I’m pretty much still trying to find a way to stave off the coldness that seeps into my bones.

“Fine, we’ll call a truce.” I grab my pinky finger with his, making a promise to one another.

“Not kissing your hand when I can make good on it with my mouth.” The problem with having known Trent for as long as I have is he’s well aware of all those childlike antics you get caught up in.

“I’m not opposed to that.” I lean up, his hand cups the back of my head, and he swoops in. Trent’s mouth fuses to mine, his teeth nip at my lower lip, and his tongue drags along to soothe the ache he created. He probably isn’t even aware of the desire he’s building within me yet again. I’m flat on my back, his naked body wedged between my spread thighs. There’s nothing between us, seeing as how I’m only wearing one of his Oak County Police Department shirts; it’s black with white writing and so amazingly comfortable that I’ll never give it back.

“Fuck, as much as I want to take you again, to slide deep inside your hot, tight, wet pussy, sleep is about to take over. Been a long-as-hell day, and I’m not getting any younger.” He rolls back over and brings me with him. I mourn losing his long and hard cock sliding between the lips of my pussy, but he’s right.It’s been one hell of a day; he’s taken a lot of the brunt of it, too. While I cleaned up after sex, he fielded phone calls left and right. When I came out of the bathroom, he was on the phone with the captain, clearing my name. It’s not like there’s a lot to clear since I’m not a wealth of knowledge. Then he hung up with him after stating he’d be in tomorrow, technically today, because it’s well past midnight and closing in on morning. Trent had to make another call, this one to Chase, asking him to bring my car, well, technically, my mom’s car, and my belongings. Apparently, he was already on his way and said he’d meet him on the front porch. I climbed in bed, waited for Trent to join me but started falling asleep, until I felt him slide beside me, his arm snaking beneath my neck, which caused me to wake up from my slumber.

“Yeah, it has, get some sleep, old man,” I tease. Our age difference isn’t much at all, yet he’s the one who brought up getting older.

“Give me an hour, and I’ll show you what I’m capable of.” He pauses, then I feel his lips on my forehead. “Again.”

I squeeze my thighs together at his promise. It seems with Trent I’m always ready for more—more of his kisses, more of his finger on every part of my body, and more of his cock slamming inside me.

“Trent?” I call his name, unsure if he’s already drifting off to sleep.

“Yeah, babe.”

“Thank you for tonight, for everything. You listened to me, and while most people wouldn’t go the lengths that I have to make things work, at the end of the day, you understood.” He had ample opportunity to bring me to the station instead of swinging his ass out in the wind. Then there’s my brother. He didn’t so much as make a single noise about calling him. I didn’t ask, and he didn’t state whether he’d call my big brother. Eitherway, I’ll be talking to my family once I get a few hours of sleep myself.

“Glad it was me tonight. No one else I’d rather rescue, Kennedy.” He takes a minute, probably to gather what he wants to say next; whether I’ll like it or not is yet to be determined. “I haven’t told anyone this. Still trying to process it myself. I got some news today.” It might be total darkness in his bedroom, yet I can sense whatever he has to say is heavy. Patience isn’t always my strong suit, but tonight, I’m going to make it be. Trent has done way more than anyone else not blood related has.

I slide my hand up his chest, feeling the light dusting of hair along the way, until I’m cupping his cheek. A need to be closer to him takes hold, so I wiggle my way up until I’m leaning on an elbow, propped up, and my front is plastered to his side.

“Dad called me yesterday while I was at work, said he had news he wouldn’t discuss over the phone. Which only means shit is bad. Went there this morning.” I don’t tell him it’s now the next day; there’s no reason to be a smart ass when he’s about to pour his heart out. My own stomach drops, thinking of the possibly of Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne having any type of problem. “Gran has breast cancer. Not sure the stage because we didn’t get that far into our conversation before Mom joined us. All I know is it’s metastasized to other places, and she’s refusing to go through chemo. I get it. She’s older and said she’d rather spend her days living the way she wants to live than be stuck in a hospital for an extra however long.” Trent’s voice is thick with emotion. I can feel it tugging at him, the threat of emotions trying to slide out, but he’s trying to swallow it down.

I so badly want to take away his pain, to make this burden disappear, yet I can’t, and doesn’t that just plain suck. “Honey.” I move until I’m straddling his waist, both hands cupping his cheeks.

“I’m okay.” He holds back.

“Even if you weren’t, I’m here. Okay? No matter what.” I bend down to softly press my lips to his.

“Yeah, appreciate it. The other part of the story is she’s giving me her car. It’s not brand new, but it’s not too old. I’m to either keep it for myself of sell it for fair market value.” My jaw drops. Gran has always looked out for others. Our whole little neighborhood has. Most of the parents still live within walking distance of one another, minus my dad, who remarried. His new wife had to have the best of the best in the form of a condo in a gated community, with a golf course, tennis court, and ladies who lunch. My disdain for her is hard to hide sometimes, probably because while my dad may not be perfect, he deserves so much more than a gold digger who treats his kids like nothing.

“Even going through this, she’s putting plans in place. This is so like your Gran.” I’d laugh under normal circumstances, except this is not the time or the place.

“Fuck, it really is. Regardless, seems I’ve got a spare car. I’ve already got the patrol car and my truck. I don’t need her fire-engine-red Honda Accord. I don’t know what you have saved up or what you can afford, but it’s yours. We can figure whatever out. You don’t have enough, make payments, interest free. I’d rather know you and Briar were in a safe and dependable car than for it to sit in the driveway or some young punk to buy it only to see them dog the shit out of it, when you need wheels of your own.” After being arrested, though, technically, I wasn’t charged with anything, I made a promise to myself. I’d take the help offered, and I’d never put myself in a position where I could potentially be hurt or taken away from my daughter.

“We’ll figure out the details later. I’ve got enough money tucked away to make anything work, and I’ll lean on help from my mom or dad. Asher is out of the question. I love him and obviously Lennie, but I am not borrowing money from themwhen I’m renting her house for a steal already. Anyways, enough about me.” I lie flat on Trent’s body, stomach to stomach, legs to legs, and my head in the crook of his neck. One of his hands cups the cheek of my ass, holding me there, while his other tangles in my hair. I should be comforting him. Instead, he’s comforting me. “What can I do for you, honey?” I mutter into the spicy scent of his neck.

“You’re doing it, babe, having you here with me and wrapped in my arms. Gonna sleep now. I’m wiped and haven’t finished getting a taste of you.” Trent slides his hand between my thighs, fingers grazing the lips of my pussy, doing the exact opposite of allowing me to fall asleep.

“Am I sleeping here on top of you while you fuck me?” I try not to squirm, but when he slides one finger inside me, it’s impossible.

“Fuck yeah, I am.” He adds to the first, stroking in and out while fluttering his fingers back and forth.

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