Page 72 of Power Twist

I pop my hips off the bed, matching his demanding thrusts. His grunts and whispered curses drive me higher, inching closer toward the peak of pleasure. His bruising grip on my thigh slides lower, dipping between our bodies. He pinches my swollen nub at the same time as he thrusts in as deep as he can go.

My scream is swallowed up by his lips sealing against mine. I writhe beneath his heavy weight, soaking up every second of body-pulsing pleasure as his own orgasm ripples through his body. Beneath my fingers, his sweat-slicked back muscles quiver.

All the stress from earlier melts away, leaving my muscles relaxed and my entire body placid beneath his.

With a groan, his supporting arm gives out, causing his full weight to press me into the mattress. His hot, quick breaths brush against my ear, producing a sensual shiver that snakes down my spine. Unable to breathe, I press a palm against his chest. The pain-filled curse that passes his lips has me jerking my hand away like I’ve touched scorching hot metal.

“What?” I ask, trying to wiggle out from under him. “What did I do?”

He groans and rolls off me but immediately slides off the bed and heads for the bathroom instead of answering.

“Trey,” I say, my tone like a schoolteacher.

A minute later, I watch him saunter back from the bathroom gloriously naked. A smile pulls at my lips at the undiluted confidence radiating off him. Squatting at the edge of the bed, he wraps a hand around my ankle and yanks me toward him. With a reverent touch, he swipes a warm, damp washcloth between my legs. His gaze flicks up to me with a shy smile before gazing back between my legs.

A couple more swipes and he tosses the dirty rag to the floor, then pushes off the mattress with a groan to stand. I suck in a sharp breath when the low lamplight hits the right angle of his chest, highlighting the handprint-size bruise between his pecs. My fingers pause, hovering just above the darkening skin.

“I….” Tonight could've gone a different direction. The moment I just shared with the man who loves me, the real me, would've never happened if it weren't for his vest. Biting my upper lip, I let my hand drop. “You could've died,” I whisper around the ball of unshed tears lodged in my throat.

A warm calloused palm presses against my cheek, tilting my face up to meet his. “But I didn't. Now come on,” he says, brushing a thumb along my cheekbone. “Get dressed and come downstairs.”

“Huh?”

Trey smiles, his hand sliding from my face as he steps away from the bed. I watch, mesmerized, as he dresses, loving the way his body moves. While buttoning up his shirt, he flicks his gaze to mine, catching my stare. “You look like you want to eat me.”

“And what if I do?” I murmur while ogling his long, lean body. “What’s so important that we have to put clothes on?”

“Don't say shit like that, Mess.” His hands delve into his pants, tucking the tails of the light blue dress shirt inside before fastening his button and belt. “You know I'd rather stay up here with you, but I also know you'll want to hear the details of tonight.”

I pop up from the bed, the earlier lusty haze gone.

He smiles while shaking his head. “See? Get dressed and meet me downstairs. T and the guys are waiting.”

He chuckles as my eyes widen. A warm flush builds beneath my cheeks at the implication. If they've been waiting for Trey to bring me down and it's been… a while, they'll have put two and two together. With a curse, I lean over, intending to bury my face in the pillow, but my shoulder lands on the mattress at the wrong angle. Throbbing pain bolts down my shoulder, and I hiss as I smack the bed before rolling to take some of the pressure off my shoulder.

Trey's at my side, eyes and hands roaming my body, searching for injury. His gaze pauses on my shoulder, his face hardening with restrained fury. He brushes a thumb across the purpling skin so softly I barely even feel it.

“This happened tonight,” he says more like a battle cry than a question. I swallow and nod, not really sure what to say. I've never seen him this intense before. It's almost like I can see the plans working in his head on how to kill the person who did this very slowly. “When we find out who caused this, I will make them pay for hurting you.”

“I know you will.” For several seconds, we sit in silence, his furious stare never leaving the bruise. Reaching out, I rub up and down his bicep. “I need to get dressed.” When he still doesn't release me, I give his shoulder a hard shove. “Trouble, snap out of it. It's a bruise. I got hurt. You almost died. It's been a tough night for everyone. Now let me up so I can change and we can both find out what the hell is going on.”

Those long dark lashes flutter open and closed several times before he finally pulls away. Running a hand through his dark hair, he shakes his head and moves toward the door.

An earlier conversation pops into my mind just as he reaches it. “And, Trouble?” He turns, brows raised in anticipation. “You are in trouble for not telling me everything. I'm not mad, but I will be if you don't come clean on everything. Understand?”

His features fall. Dread drops in my gut like a bowling ball into water.

“And I fully expect you to make it up to me, the omitting information part,” I say while brushing the tips of two fingers up and down my inner thigh, his gaze tracking every inch.

His lips tug up in his signature smirk. “Now that's something to look forward to.”

After the door clicks shut, I take a deep breath and roll off the bed, heading for the closet. Apprehension swirls in my lower belly as I yank a random pair of yoga pants from a drawer and slide a T-shirt off a hanger. Between Trey’s revelation about buying the votes and the shooting, I'm not sure which one I'm more anxious to learn the truth about.

Chapter Nineteen

Trey

Back against the wall, I monitor the empty stairwell as the picture of ease, but inside I'm a fucking mess. Not only do we have to tell her there's a price on her head, but I also have to reveal the shit show my personal life has turned into these past few weeks. Who knows how she'll react.

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