Page 22 of Trusting Trey
I ran my hand over his chest again and his grasped mine tightly against it. “I’m positive. You might have to help me with positioning, but nothing hurts.”
As though my words lit a fuse in him, he tossed the blanket aside and kneeled by my feet, kissing one leg while his hand roamed up the other. He kissed his way over my mound, which made me moan with pleasure, until he was at my breasts. He lifted his head and looked me straight in the eye as his hand lazily massaged my breast. “You’re sure? You might as well know if I make love to you, I’m never letting you go. It’s going to change our relationship in a beautiful way.”
I nodded, his hand making it hard for me to form a sentence. “I can’t wait,” I breathed out.
He half-sighed half-moaned and his tongue replaced his hand to tease and stroke my nipples, alternating between the sides, while his thumb and forefinger teased the other one. I couldn’t arch my back, so I grasped the sheet in my hands as he kissed his way back down and nuzzled his nose in the place that needed his touch the most. I felt the tip of his tongue and I almost lost my sanity. I wound my hands in his hair and pulled him back to my lips, not wanting to climax until he did.
I kissed him, tasting myself on his lips, his hips already rocking in my cradle, even though his jeans were still on. “You need to get rid of these,” I said seductively, pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He rose up and knelt, pulling the jeans down and over his arousal, leaving nothing to my imagination and only serving to make me more desperate to be with him.
I reached for him. “Please, I want to be yours,” I pleaded, his arousal bouncing as he bent over me, his lips taking possession of mine while my hand took possession of him. He moaned loudly, his body shaking as he tried to keep pace with my hand. He gave up kissing me and threw his head back, letting out a sound that was primal and sexy enough to stop what I was doing, so he didn’t climax too early either.
He leaned over me, his eyes filled with lust. “I need to find protection,” he ground out, but I shook my head.
“You don’t need a condom,” I promised.
He froze. “You’re sure?”
“I’m on the pill,” I told him.
His hands tightened on my wrists and he growled low, attacking my lips. His hunger and need for me outweighed his ability to be gentle. I held his face, reminding him of my love. “I don’t know what will work best, but I know I need to be with you,” I cried, his hips moving in a rhythm against my own.
He lay down on his side, and tugged me toward him. “I want you to let me do all the work.”
I nodded as his lips came down on mine again. He kissed me as he adjusted me, putting one leg over his hip and one between his thighs. His lips fell away from mine at the same time he joined us together and I moaned with pleasure at how he filled me completely, his warm, throbbing arousal taking me to the brink almost immediately. He pushed forward again, his eyes locked with mine as he watched for any sign of discomfort, but there was none. The truth was that I had never felt this kind of intensity with any man before. He was the one. I knew it not only by what my body was telling me, but by what my heart was telling me. He was mine and I was his. He would be the one to take me even higher if I let him.
He paused in his movements, his body buried deeply in mine and we twined our fingers, holding firmly to each other’s. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked and I shook my head no. It was all he needed to hear before he changed the rhythm and gently carried me up into the stars again, wrapped in his arms.
December 21
13 Years Prior
The restaurant was relatively quiet with it being a Friday afternoon in December. People were still at work or busy shopping and decorating the tree. Trey and I planned to go buy a tree on Christmas Eve so it would stay alive until the Greek Orthodox Christmas. In the Greek Orthodox Church, we celebrate Christmas Day on January 7, which is Christ’s birthday according to the Julian calendar. Since Trey isn’t Greek Orthodox, we agreed to celebrate on the twenty-fourth with just each other, and on the seventh with my family at my parents’ house.
“Allison?” Daphne asked and I looked at the woman sitting next to me, giving her a wan smile.
“Sorry, zoned out for a minute there, what were you all saying?” I asked. I had agreed to lunch with my sorority sisters, and it had gone well, but I was tired and hoped I could text Trey soon to come get me. I needed to rest my back after sitting for hours with the girls.
Kristin, one of the younger sorority girls asked her question again. “I asked if the police have any idea what happened and why.”
I shook my head barely once. “I don’t even remember what happened. The last thing I remember is riding home with Trey after dinner. That’s it until I woke up in that field. I’ve been trying to remember, but the doctors told me because of the concussion it was unlikely I would remember the events leading up to the accident. They classified it a hit and run, but with no paint chips or witnesses coming forward to fill in the blanks, the case won’t go anywhere.”
Kristin frowned. “I’m sorry. I wish there was something we could do.”
I shrugged. “I’m just trying to move on, to be honest. I don’t want to focus on what happened or why anymore. I’m happy with Trey and I don’t want anything to ruin what we have going.”
Daphne smirked and folded her arms across her chest. “As a matter of fact, you haven’t told us exactly what you do have going. All I know is he works at the hospital, he’s hot, and he let you move in.”
I tried not to roll my eyes at her, my inability to be rude was a cross to bear sometimes.
“It’s not a secret or anything. He’s been taking care of me since the accident.BabaandMadon’t have a house that is handicapped accessible, and neither is the sorority house. His is, so he let me move in, and has helped me get back into shape, physically and emotionally.”
“Emotionally, huh?” Daphne asked, her gum popping. “What does that mean?”
I shrugged and looked across the table at anyone but her. “It means we’re in love and he’s helped me see that even if I stay in a wheelchair for the rest of my life, I’m still worthy of being loved.”
Daphne leaned forward and laid her hand on my forearm. “Of course you are, Allison. When you’re in love with someone, you don’t see the physical aspects that are different from yours. You see the person you love, and that’s all.”
I leaned back in my wheelchair and looked at her closely. “You sound like you know this from experience.”
