Page 65 of Extra Witchy

“Trev…” Now she was gasping as his lips traced over her neck and shoulders, his hips still rolling against hers.

Another teasing pass of his tongue on top of her breast. Her nipples tightened, and she ached for his touch with an urgency that was becoming uncomfortable. When Trev finally worked his way down her breast, she knotted her fingers in his hair and tried to swallow her helpless cries. He drew them out of her anyway with each delicious tug of his lips. He knew how much teeth she liked now, how much pressure, and as he sucked and licked and bit, he teased her between her legs with delicate swirls of his fingertip without ever granting the pressure she needed right on her clit.

“Look at you coming undone,” he whispered against her throat.

She reached between them and took hold of his cock, working him in her fist until he shivered with pleasure. “Let’s go together.”

“Yes,” he gritted out, rolling on top of her.

She wrapped her legs around his hips and tilted for the first thrust. At first, he held himself up on his arms, gazing down at her with each inward push. But then she dug her hands into his back and urged him down. Trev moaned as she held him tight, feeling each tremor that rolled through him, each puff of breath against her skin.

His cock really was perfect, gorgeous in the way it filled her, and he knew exactly what to do with it. He angled so that he rubbed the right spot, and she screamed his name as an unexpected orgasm banged through her, leaving her breathless and trembling, but he wasn’t done. Trev kept up a steady pace as she came down, thighs quivering. He caressed her clit until the tingles came back, and soon, she was lifting to meet each gliding stroke.

The next climax felt like it began in her toes, an all-over glow that brightened every nerve ending, and he intensified it by burying his face in her neck and shoulder. He pumped in jerky little motions, starting to chase his own finish, and she wanted it to be so good for him, so fucking good, that he’d forget about anything else. Leanne urged him on as he shook and rocked into her with impassioned need.

“That’s so good. You feel incredible.” She heard herself babbling half-intelligible words of praise.

At this rate he’d make her come a third time before letting go, and she didn’t know if her body could take it, but she was willing to get wrecked trying. Her vision went starry, but she couldn’t close her eyes because she didn’t want to miss a moment. The room smelled of salt and sex, and her whole body blazed with heat.

“I need you. I need you so much.” His whispered confession sent her again.

Then he pushed deep and held, coming in silence, so deep that the pulses of heat felt almost magical, and she could hear her own heartbeat. Or his? At this point, she couldn’t recall where she ended and Trev began. He started to roll away, but she wouldn’t let him go. Leanne had never held a man until he went soft, but tonight she did, cuddling him with as much tenderness as she could muster. It was all new, brand-fucking-new.

“You okay?” she finally asked, as his breath steadied and slowed.

“Are you seriously asking me that? I just banged the hell out of Councilwoman Vanderpol-Montgomery. I’m freaking glorious.”

Relieved, she laughed and finally let him tumble to the side, though she kept her hands on him. “It’s been a hell of a night.”

“Why are you so amazing?” he asked.

“It’s a good question.”

“A better one might behow. I’ve met Junie.”

Leanne laughed and shook her head. “Normally, bad-mouthing your mother-in-law gets you in trouble, but these are special circumstances.”

“Understood. I’ll quit while I’m ahead.” He hesitated, seeming to weigh his next words carefully. “Have you considered what you’re doing about your dad?”

She sighed. “Not even slightly. Can we not talk about that tonight? I’m trying to ride these endorphins as long as I can.”

“Sorry, Butterfly. Whatever you decide, it’ll be right.”

“See, this is why I married you,” she said impulsively. “You always know what to say.”

He kissed her on the temple. “Yeah, I’m above average at winging it, and my instincts are pretty good.”

As they snuggled up to sleep, Leanne hoped with all her heart that everything would be fine, but past life experience suggested that because happiness was nearly in her grasp, shit would soon go catastrophically wrong.

***

Surprisingly, Trev still didn’t know what the hell to make of what he’d overheard, even a week later.

On the surface, nothing much had changed apart from Leanne’s win, but the questions in his head wouldn’t quit. He couldn’t even talk about it with his therapist because the stuff he’d overheard sounded wild even to him when he replayed it. Most of the time, he tried to pretend like he’d misunderstood something or taken it out of context. That allowed him to do what he’d been doing for most of his life: cope with a situation he couldn’t change.

He’d been seeing Dr. Grant for about five weeks, once he finally acknowledged he needed to get help officially. At first, talking to a stranger over video seemed weird, but he definitely preferred it to an office visit. And now he looked forward to the biweekly sessions because he was learning to manage his brain and trying to stop treating himself like the enemy.

Damn it, he couldn’t even ask Titus because his social circle was too tightly entwined with Leanne’s, and he knew his best friend all too well. If Trev hinted at something bizarre, Titus would absolutely ask Danica about it. Plus, he was still chewing on the fact that Titus had evidently known Sarah had been cheating on Trev.

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