Page 89 of Loving Trent
I bring my head down, wipe the tears away, and start walking again. Leaning against a tree, waiting for me like she knew I would need her, is Emilee. “Talking to Dad?”
I smile and wrap my arms around her waist. “Every single day.”
She pulls me close and lays her head atop mine. “I always feel him and see him in all of us. Even the ones who never got to meet him. I know he is proud of who we all have become.”
“Me too.”
“You know I was thinking,” Emilee stops just shy of the steps and turns to look at me. “I have an idea for a new series.” Emilee is our little writer in the family.
“Really, and what’s that?”
“All of our stories, and I would call it Love in the Bootheel. What do you think?”
“It sounds perfect. Just like our family.”
We may be flawed in many ways, and lord knows we have all made mistakes, but we learned from them. We grew into a solid unit, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We love with our whole heart and defend each other fiercely.
“I might have to leave some details out, though. Who knew a small family living in a small town could have so much blood on our hands?” Emilee says, as we start walking again.
“Well, people should know that they don’t mess with the Hill family unless they can pay the piper.”
Epilogue
SHAWN
ONE YEAR LATER
“Fuck. Right there,” Trent moans as his hands tighten in my hair. I stiffen my tongue and plunge it in his hole once more before gently kissing it. Moving up, I suck one of his balls into my mouth, but I’m almost to the point of blowing my load myself.
Blanketing his body with my own, I bite his bottom lip as I line my leaking dick up with his hole. Never breaking the kiss, I slowly push inside him. No matter how many times I sink into his body, the heat and tightness will always bring me to my breaking point. Ripping my mouth away from his, I grunt, “This ass is like heaven. The way it grips my dick makes me want to fall to my knees.”
“Does that mean I’m your God?” Trent’s pupils are blown wide as he stares up at me.
“I will worship you every single day of my life.”
My thrust is slow but forceful as I take him over and over, nailing that magical button inside him that makes him scream.Slapping my hand over his mouth, I bite his shoulder. “So good,” he mumbles into my hand.
Pushing myself up onto my knees, I grab his legs and throw them over my shoulders, needing to go deeper. “Touch yourself,” I demand, needing him to come before I let myself fall over the cliff of pleasure.
Trent wraps his hand around his dick, and within three strokes, he throws his head back and comes with my name on his lips. I follow him quickly over the edge and bite down on my lip to keep the scream inside. Collapsing on top of my husband, I kiss him gently for a second until my lungs demand air. Rolling over, I miss the feel of him wrapped around me instantly.
A loud knock on the door alerts us that we finished just in time. “You know, I think we need to invest in soundproofing for your room,” Harley says through the door, and I can’t help but laugh loudly.
Trent smacks my chest playfully before rolling over and nuzzling his face into my neck. “Maybe she’s right,” he says, tweaking my nipple.
“It’s a good thing that she has two parents who love each other and can’t keep their hands off each other.” Do I raise my voice, so she hears me? Yes. Am I ever going to stop embarrassing her? Hell no.
“Disgusting,” Harley screams before she stomps off in the direction of the kitchen.
“We'd better get a move on. Someone promised Shortcake that we would go out for breakfast this morning,” I say, pushing Trent off me.
He groans and rolls over on his stomach. “She used those puppy dog eyes on me. You know it’s my weakness.” His words are muffled because his face is buried in my pillow.
Pulling on my shorts and a shirt, I can’t help but tease him. “I thought my ass in those little blue lace thongs was your weakness.” I’m moving before he even finishes his growl.
“Get back here, Baby Boy,” Trent yells, but I don’t stop moving. I round the corner, wrap Harley up in my arms, and hold her in front of me. A second later, he comes around the corner dressed in a shirt and shorts.
“Gross, put me down, you haven’t showered off the smell of sex yet,” Harley shrieks and starts to wiggle out of my hold.
