Page 33 of Evading Fate

“Trey, you’re hurting me,” I whisper, looking into his golden eyes, and his hands immediately fall away as he takes several steps back.

“Fuck!” he roars, his fists balled up as he turns and kicks a box, sending it sliding across the concrete floor.

“Fuck!” he screams again, and my ears ring as he lands a punch to a box sitting on a shelf. Maybe I should be scared but I’m not. I know Trey better than anyone else, and he would never hurt me intentionally. There may also be a small part of me that thinks I deserved it a little bit.

He sits down on a box and slumps over, covering his face with his hands, and my heart breaks. I can’t stand seeing him like this – so dejected. I cross the room and sink to my knees in front of him, grabbing his arms, and trying to pull them away from his face. He doesn’t budge at first but eventually he lets me move them.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” I whisper when I see the agony in his eyes, my heart hurting like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I hate that I did this to him. I hate that I ever caused him any kind of pain. He reaches out slowly with one hand, like I might jerk away from him, and I know that’s exactly what he was thinking when he cradles my face and lets out a relieved sigh.

“What do you want, Addy? Be honest for once, please.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol or the pleading look in his eyes but I take a deep breath and whisper, “You.”

His gaze flicks back and forth, searching my eyes for a long minute before he pulls me into him and claims my lips in a kiss that could melt the earth. My arms wrap around his neck, and he squeezes me to him like he’s afraid to let me go, and I don’t know how I manage to keep fighting this. Every time he touches me, I feel cherished, loved, wanted, needed. It’s such a heady feeling, one that completely drugs me and takes me under in the moment. I forget that we need to find a way to be friends again. I forget that I’ll never have the happy ending that I’m too afraid to dream about with him. In those fleeting moments, my mom isn’t sick, my dad isn’t dead, and I can let myself admit that I’ve fallen head over heels in love with Trey Davis.

He stands, pulling me up with him and starts walking us backward until my back hits one of the shelves pressed up against the wall. I gasp when the cold metal hits my bare shoulders, and he groans, one hand going to my ass as he builds me up with his mouth alone. He nips and licks at my lips, like he’s feasting on me, and I can’t seem to get close enough to him. I want more. Slipping my hands under his shirt, I start to pull it off when he stops me.

“This has to be fast, baby, or Moe will come looking for me,” he whispers in my ear before flipping me around and pulling my skirt up over my ass. I nod. My mind is completely dead as he goes to his knees, pulls my panties down, and sinks his teeth into my ass.

“Oh God, Trey,” I gasp softly, gripping the metal shelves in front of me tightly. He pulls my panties the rest of the way off, and I peek over my shoulder just in time to see him shoving the little scrap of lace into his pocket. I moan, and he stands back up with a grin on his face and a condom in his hand. He slips it into the front pocket of his jeans as he steps forward and presses himself up against me. Shivers rack my body when he nips at my earlobe and slips his hand between my legs.

“Spread your legs, sweetheart,” he says, his breath caressing my skin as he slaps the inside of my thigh gently. I do as I’m told, spreading my legs for him. He presses a finger to my clit and groans, burying his face in my neck.

“You’re so wet. Did it turn you on to make me jealous? Were you out there imagining it was me behind you instead of that fucker?”

“Yes,” I moan, bucking my hips against his hand for a little friction, and he growls.

“You’ll pay for that.”

Holy. Christ.

My body bursts into flames, and I moan again, trying desperately to get him to move. Finally, he does, rubbing my clit as he covers my mouth with his hand and sucks on my neck.

“I want an orgasm first, Addilyn. I want you to come all over my hand but you have to be quiet. Do you understand me?”

I whimper and nod, pressing my ass back into him, and he hums in approval before slipping a finger inside me. I moan against his hand, my hips rocking back and forth of their own volition.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my finger,” he growls into my ear, and my eyes roll back in my head. “You wanna use someone, baby? Use me. Get yourself off.”

At his dirty words, I explode, biting his hand, and gripping the shelves so hard that my knuckles turn white, and he groans, dragging his tongue from the base of my neck up to my jaw.

“Don’t move,” he commands, releasing me, and taking a step back. I look over my shoulder and watch him as he drops his jeans and slides the condom on. When he looks up and sees me watching him, I lick my lips, and he grins.

“No time for that, babe.” He brushes his thumb over my bottom lip, and even that little touch drives me wild. As he steps up behind me, he pulls my hips back a little and lines himself up with my entrance.

“Remember, Addy – no noise,” he says, just before plunging into me, and I let out a strangled moan. He chuckles, molding himself to my back as he clamps his hand down on my mouth again. With one hand securely around my hip and the other keeping me quiet, he pulls out slowly and slams back in, rendering me completely useless. He repeats the move again and again before setting a punishing pace that sends me into the stratosphere.

“No more noise,” he orders, and I nod, hoping that I can obey him as he pulls his hand away. His fingers grip my hip while his other hand teases and pulls on my nipple through the thin fabric of my tank top, and I whimper.

“I want you to come for me, baby. I don’t have much more time,” he whispers in my ear a few moments later, and I lose it, falling over the edge into the sweet bliss of the best orgasm of my life. He thrusts into me a few more times before his body tenses against me, and he lets out a low groan, his cock twitching inside me.

He drops his head to the top of my back, directly between my shoulder blades, and his arms wrap around my middle as we both struggle to catch our breath. After a few seconds, he sighs and pulls out of me, pulling my skirt back into place before stepping away from me. When I turn toward him, he’s pulling his jeans back up and tossing the condom in the garbage by the door.

I’m not sure what to say or do but before I can make any decisions, he’s pulling me back into his arms and pressing his lips to mine. This time, though, his kiss is soft, adoring – loving – and I melt into him. How is a girl ever supposed to leave this? He’s the perfect mixture of sexy bad boy and amazing perfect guy.

When he pulls away, it feels too soon, and I want to pull him back to me but he isn’t done. He kisses the tip of my nose and then my forehead before pulling me in for a quick hug.

“I gotta get back,” he says, sounding disappointed, and I can’t help my smile. I nod.