Page 79 of Only You and Me

Then it changes.

The pace, the feel of what we’re doing changes. Our movements sync as we slow the tempo of our joining. Our eyes anchor to each other’s, only adding to the intimacy. Like a slow burn, my desire and the sensations his body brings out of mine rise to the surface until I’m so close to coming again I feel like I’ll combust if I don’t. I war with my brain to let go of my control and let the pleasure consume me. To let Ben draw it all out of me.

“This is all I need in life. Only you and me, Tri.”

And that sends me flying over the edge. With a drawn-out moan of ecstasy, my brain lets go and allows my body to be consumed by the physical pleasure and my heart to be filled by the emotional connection Ben brings to my life.

As he finds his release, we ride out the waves of our mutual pleasure together until we’ve both come down. Ben rolls onto his back and draws me into his arms, nestled to his side, with my head on his chest.

I listen to the pounding of his rapid heartbeat as we both allow our breathing to return to a normal rate.

While I lie here in Ben’s arm, I’m struck by two things. First, beyond a doubt, what we just did wasn’t fucking. We made love. And the second—I think I might be in love with my husband.

CHAPTER27

TRINA

I freeze in place as I take in the scene before me, opening and closing my eyes several times. I’m pretty sure I’m about to vomit at what I’m seeing.

After staring for a few seconds, my common sense returns and I practically run back to my car, climb in, and lock the doors. With shaking hands, I call Ben.

“Hey? Miss me already?”

“I need you.”

“Where are you?” His voice is steady but commanding.

“My house. Someone’s been here. I’m in my car. In the driveway.”

“I’m on my way. And you mean my house, right?”

“No, mine.” He huffs in the background at my response. “I’ll leave.”

“No. I need you to stay where you are, so I know exactly where you’re at. But pull out of the driveway onto the street so no one can block you in. I’ll be there in the next four minutes. Are your doors locked?”

“Yes. Will you stay on the phone with me?”

“I wouldn’t hang up if there was a gun to my head.”

They’re the longest four minutes of my life, but he gets me through them.

When he pulls into my driveway, I wait in my car until he comes and gets me. I don’t even care that Rachel is with him. When he opens my door, I stand up and fall into him, wrapping my arms around his chest.

“It’s bad. Really bad,” I tell him, my voice trembling.

“I’m gonna go look with Rach. You don’t have to look, but stay close enough that?—”

“No. I’ll go with you.”

He pulls back from me, searches my face and nods, then grabs my hand and leads me to the front of my house. When he stops me, I look back to see him staring at my porch.

I watch his face as he first takes in the dozens of dead flowers strewn across my front porch—there are probably at least a hundred spread around. His jaw tightens. But when he turns and sees the side of my attached garage, with the words “Whores Die” in angry red letters scrawled across the surface, he tightens his grip on my hand so hard I try to pull away. It’s like he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it.

“Ben. You’re hurting me.” He startles, looks over at me and lets my hand go.

“Sorry.”

“Holy shit,” Rachel says, swiveling around to take everything in for a second time.

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