Lag (The Boys of RDA Book 2) (25 page)

Reaching up he pulls on my hands to test his knot. When my restraints stay, his jaw ticks in approval. He steps off the bed as his eyes track up and down my body while his thumb rubs at his jaw line. The desire to lick the same trail overtakes me and I jerk on my restraints to no avail. It only makes his smile grow.

“When Finn’s mom picked out this bed for the apartments, I had no idea it would be so versatile. Remind me to thank her.”

The Justin Timberlake song starts over again and Trey’s eyes narrow at me. I give him my best innocent look to remind him I’m the one tied up here. From one instant to the next his expression changes. Reaching above me, Trey brings the still loose back section of his shirt over my eyes blocking out my light. The bed moves and I still to focus on listening for where he is, but I don’t feel him next to me. The pounding of my heart drowns out any other sound in my vicinity.

“Hello,” Trey answers my phone in the kitchen.

He’s not talking to my sister? He wouldn’t dare. Would he? Of course he would, he’s Trey. The blue material stops just below my eyes, not being long enough to reach my entire face from where my hands are tied. I try to move my head from side to side to uncover my face, but it doesn’t budge. The bed dips again and a hand settles on my exposed stomach as his voice washes over me.

“No, Elena she’s not here right now.” He pauses and I tighten my lips, the only part of my face visible.

His touch tickles the skin above my partially open jeans and he unzips them the rest of the way. “This is her boyfriend, Trey. Do you want me to give her a message when she gets back?”

I pick up pieces of Elena’s sputtering on the other end. I’ve told her the Trey updates, but the boyfriend part would be a surprise.

His hand leaves my body and I wiggle, but I’m not sure why. I either need him to take off these pants faster or I need him to get off the phone. Actually, I need him to get off the phone and take off the pants.

“She’s picking up groceries. We moved her into her new apartment today.”

That admission will cause Elena to go into hysterics. She’ll think I’ve been keeping things from her. I’ll never hear the end of it the next time I do get to talk to her. I open my mouth to yell at Trey, but stop myself before I give away to Elena I’m here.

In one swift movement, Trey pulls down my jeans until they’re wrapped around my knees. Their new position hinders my movements and I tense in anticipation.

“Yes, I think today’s been quite a surprise for your sister as well.”

One hand starts at the base of my neck and he trails two fingers down to my breasts where he squeezes my left nipple and they both harden. His hands leave my body and I stay as still as possible to try and figure out where he’ll go next. Not being able to see has heightened the experience, and I lick my lips almost forgetting about my sister. But then my heart thumps in my chest, and I worry Elena can hear it through the phone.

“Of course. I’d love to get together. You should come and visit us.”

He says “us” like we’re an old married couple and I like it more than I should. I shake my head no both to try and move his shirt and to tell him to get off the damn phone, but neither attempt works.

My body flutters as the heat of his mouth settles over my breast and Trey runs his flattened tongue over the already hard nipple. I arch my back into his mouth for more, but his taste is quick and the cool air sweeps over the wet surface.

“Yes, that’s a great idea. I’d love to come visit for the holidays.”

A finger slips past the barrier of my underwear and he slides it lower to my core. I’m wet and aching and I can’t believe he is
still
talking to my sister on the phone. I begin to thrash around earnestly in what I hope he’ll read as me telling him to hurry the fuck up.

From his small chuckle at my display, he picked up the message. “Well I’ll let Simone know to call you back. Have a good night, Elena.”

He’s silent for a moment and I strain my ears waiting to hear the phone dropped to the floor or feel his hands on me again, but nothing happens.

Finally, after what feels like hours but was probably only seconds, Trey speaks, “Of course. Okay, good-bye, Elena.”

The phone clunks when it hits the floor and I’m so relieved. My calm doesn’t last long because Trey’s hands move to my underwear and he pulls them down until they hit my jeans and then those come off in the heap. From the noise, they land somewhere on the floor, and then Trey is back on the bed with his body moving up toward mine as our skin comes into contact at random spots. The anticipation will kill me if we don’t get a move on. I open my mouth to tell him, but the cloth is removed from my eyes and his lips find mine as my eyes adjust to the light difference.

“God, Simone there are so many things I want to do to you like this, but you’re so wet. I don’t know if I can wait any longer."

“Don’t make me wait,” I whine into his mouth.

Trey flattens his body on mine and his hard length presses against me. I stiffen at the contact because it’s the first time I’m aware he’s naked as well, and I want to know how long he’s had his pants off.

I open my mouth to comment, but the words stall with the sound of a foil wrapper. He rips it open and his body leaves mine as he positions himself. My tongue flicks out and licks my bottom lip. As Trey follows the movement, his eyes shutter. His body is taut as I perform the move again.

“Later,” he says and then his body drops resting on his elbows. His hips align with mine and they force my legs open further. The tip of his cock nudges my entrance and I’m stretched as he slowly enters me.

Trey sucks in a sharp breath, and then with one final thrust, I’m filled. My legs wrap around his back and I push myself closer to him. His thrusts are slow until I can’t take it anymore. I try to reach my hands to wrap them around his neck but am met with resistance from the shirt my hands are still tied with.

Without moving his eyes from mine, Trey uses a hand to reach above me and tugs on the shirt releasing the knot. With my hands now free I wrap them around his back and use my nails to lightly scratch at his exposed skin. He growls when I stop and picks up his pace. As our bodies come together, he hits my swollen clit in the right motion. I begin to move with him, forcing our bodies together harder and seeking my end.

Trey eases his upper body back and lifts my legs straight in the air, holding them together, and then places them over one shoulder. I’m tighter with the new position but unable to move, so his hands rest on my hips and he pulls me closer with each thrust.

“Fuck, Simone, you’re so tight.”

I can’t form an answer with words but moan and clench my inner muscles against him. My hands move from their position on the bed and I grab on to each of his knees.

“You have no idea how much time I’ve spent thinking of this moment while at work. Every time you bend over I consider taking you right then.”

I moan again and push against him trying to line up our bodies again to reach the release I desperately need. Trey reaches down and takes one of my hands from his knee. Our fingers intertwine in the air and he grips me tighter before moving my hand between us.

“Touch yourself, baby.”

My fingers find my clit and I begin to circle. All the sensations flowing through me cause my back to arch and I close my eyes no longer able to focus on so much at one time.

“That’s it, Simone.”

My release builds in me and as I get closer to the end, my fingers rub faster.

“Harder, Trey,” I try to scream the words, but through my clenched teeth they come out at whisper level.

He hears me over my thundering heartbeat and begins to thrust harder. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” his voice becomes louder with each word, and he lowers his head to take my lips in a kiss full of passion and lust.

His movements become jerky and the unexpected contact sets my release free. My back arches and my face tightens along with every other part of me as my orgasm flows through me. Through my haze, my inner walls constrict and his cock twitches inside me with his own release.

As he slows his movements, my back returns to the bed and I gasp in air to get my breathing under control. My eyes open and I watch Trey’s chest move in and out with his own labored breath. After a moment he pulls out and rolls over on the bed to lay beside me. Trey unrolls the condom and tosses it to the trash can I placed in the room only hours before.

I turn my head to him when he’s laid back down. “We are absolutely doing that again.”

Trey laughs at my declaration and then rolls to his side, scooping me up with him until my head rests against his chest. He pulls the covers we messed up over us and I snuggle in deeper. I plan to get up and visit the bathroom, but there is no way I’m going to miss out on this time with Trey.

The beat of his heart as it returns to normal combined with the remainder of his cologne relaxes me and I’m lulled to sleep.

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

My fingers hammer across the keyboard as I answer Melvin’s most recent email. It’s his third of the day and like all the others, he's marked it as high priority. This time he’s concerned with the light above his desk. It’s too bright. I no longer question why it’s been so hard for Finn and Trey to fill this position. Melvin. Between the utter boredom of having less than nothing to do all day and Melvin’s many needs, they’ve all gone insane. Finn suggested I bring a book, but at the time a part of me felt it would be wrong. Those feelings ended today.

“Melvin again?”

I pop my head up from my computer screen at Trey’s question.

“Yes, how did you know?” I narrow my eyes at him. I’d be concerned he’s tracked my email with all his techy knowledge, but he’s the one who sent me a racy email with pictures of what he plans to do with me tonight. I don’t think it’s a concern.

“I’ve noticed the volume of your typing is directly proportional to how scrunched up and distraught your face is. Only Melvin creates those responses in most people.”

I let out a small sound between a laugh and a snuff and shake my head at him. “So you knew about his particular behaviors before you hired me?”

Trey grins. “Of course I did. Why do you think all the other receptionists quit?” I open my mouth to retort, but he keeps going. “I knew you of all people could handle him. I mean you talked about all those rich assholes you used to deal with. What’s one little Melvin?”

One of his eyebrows goes up with his question daring me to argue his compliment. The old Simone might have, but the new Simone knows he’d talk me around in circles until I forgot what we were arguing about anyway. I’ll make it easy on him…… this time.

New Simone shakes her head at him and lets it go. Sadly, Trey appears to assume he’s won some large victory from the increase of his smile. His dark green button down shirt is in his normal afternoon state of undress — the top two buttons undone with the sleeves rolled up. What's unusual is that it’s tucked into his Khaki pants. I lean over the desk space and check out the brown dress shoes on his feet rather than his normal brown hiking boots.

“Did you need something, boss?” I emphasize the boss part to remind him why I won’t be visiting his office for “fun times” as his most recent email suggested.

His forehead tightens. “Don’t make me fire you, Sim.”

I frown at the use of his nickname for me and go back to my email. “Some of us are trying to work over here. Melvin waits for no one.” I wave my hand at him in a shoo fashion, but he only laughs.

“Fine, but you’re coming home with me tonight.” He taps my desk with a knuckle twice.

“Okay.”

“I didn’t ask.” He pushes away from the desk and walks to the office door. I roll my eyes to the ceiling in his direction once his back is turned.

“I saw that,” he calls back to me before the metal door separating the two rooms closes.

There’s no way he saw. Is there? My eyes catch on the large lobby clock and I swear into the emptiness at my lack of time before the work day ends and I’m faced with Trey and his plans for tonight.

**

“Right here.”

We stop at a little side entrance with a black sign above a simple glass door. It isn’t a place most tourists would look for, but as Trey pulls me through, he promises I’ll be impressed.

I step on the elevator and Trey leans over to hit the button for the nineteenth floor. I can’t decide if the silence between us is awkward or settled. Like when two people are comfortable enough to share a space together and not need to fill it with mindless chatter. Our relationship, or whatever is happening between Trey and me, has been pretty good since Saturday night. Besides brunch with the girls, we’ve been together every night after work. Somehow we became a couple. The real live couple I wished so hard for when we first met. It almost seems too good to be true.

Okay, so I might be putting the cart before the horse. It’s Wednesday after all, but I’ve spent four days in Trey bliss and I’m not planning to let go any time soon. I swipe a hand down my black pants to reduce any wrinkles from sitting on them all day as a way to busy myself.

“Stop. You look fine.” He reaches over and fluffs the shoulder of my light blue sweater. I hope I look dressed up enough for wherever we’re going. Trey, of course hasn't given me many details, but I at least match his level of dressiness.