Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1) (14 page)

When he came low to kiss me, I wrapped my legs around his ass and pressed him home again and again. His wicked hot grin and burning gaze told me he liked that, a lot. Trent’s lips twisted into a snarl, the pleasure intense as he took me. I didn’t know if he was mad or taken with the madness that was happening between us. His thickness felt like a giant steel rod, invading me in the best possible way.

Slowing his thrusts, he leaned over me, a grimace marring his face.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” I asked between thrusts, not recognizing the sultry sex-kitten voice as my own.

“My leg…” A pained wince swept across his face.

The guilt that slammed into me made my eyes water. I shouldn’t have sat back and let him do all the work. “Lie down. Let me take the lead,” I whispered into his ear, licked the shell, and bit down on the tender cartilage.

He rewarded me with a hard thrust for that move. God, he felt like my birthday and Christmas rolled into one.

Note to self—Trent likes biting.

He rolled us over so I was on top. Instead of letting me do my thing, he shoved us up to the headboard. I cocked an eyebrow.

“Want to see your eyes.”

I knew better. The moment I lifted up and slammed him home, his head fell back against the headboard, he held tight around my waist, and helped me lift up and down. His shaft was thicker, harder, and unrelenting in this position, pushing deeply against my cervix.

My body tightened, the beginning of another monster orgasm working its way through my limbs. It started between my thighs, the pleasure radiating out with each of his upward thrusts. I gripped the headboard and used my knees as leverage. I wanted this to be so good for him he’d never want to be with another woman again.

Locking my knees to his thighs, I lifted up and slammed down, my teeth rattling against the strength of my movement. Within moments, the painful thrusts turned into a pleasure so acute, I focused on nothing but his length grating along the bliss spot inside over and over. I gasped and locked eyes with him.

He grinned. “Right there, huh, babe?”

“Yeah,” I moaned.

His eyes were green and swirling with lust. He raised his hands to my breasts, and with his thumb and forefinger, he rolled and plucked.

The room around me disappeared. The bed, the headboard I clung to, nothing existed but the pleasure rippling through me like rain trickling down my chest from the sky. The pleasure was alive, thick, like a fog surrounding me, as I mindlessly moved up and down his length.

“Heaven.”

“Hurts good.”

“More.”

“Now.”

“Baby.”

I’d been crashing down over him, the aching bundle of nerves pinned between my body and Trent’s with each downward thrust. Every meeting of our bodies set up a tantalizing pressure between us that built larger at every pass. The pleasure was excruciatingly divine as everything within me coalesced together into one powerful moment where I detonated and exploded in his arms.

“Oh my word…”

T
he tension was
huge as her pussy clamped down around my cock in a wicked, sensual, little fist. I was strung tight as I plunged into her body over and over, using her shoulders and waist as leverage to take her hard. She cried out, those random nonsensical words continuing as she spasmed around me.

“Love.”

“God.”

“Hard.”

“Air.”

“Tight.”

“Ugh.”

She kept going, little one-syllable words escaping her mouth as I spurted deep within her. She milked me like no one else ever had. Stars flitted across my vision, and darkness threatened to consume me. I couldn’t hear anything. Every speck of me was focused on my dick, and all of it was damn good. Best fucking lay of my life.

No woman, my right hand, no sexual experience before now could compare to claiming Genevieve Harper from the inside out. I leaned forward, lifted a tit, and locked onto the fleshy globe just above her nipple. I sucked hard, licking and sucking until my tongue hurt and a quarter-sized cherry-colored mark appeared, proving that Trent Fox owned that body. Fuck, yeah!

When we were done, Genevieve lay limp against my chest. I played with her hair, rubbed her scalp, and soothed her until I’d have sworn to all things holy, the woman fell asleep. On my chest. With my cock still nestled inside her.

I liked putting the knockout juice on my woman via multiple orgasms. Spoke directly to the caveman in me. Trying not to move too much, I shimmied us down until we were pretty flat against the mattress. She didn’t even wake, and I still had my woman draped over me like a misty blanket of naked limbs and my dick buried in her heat. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her close, closed my eyes, and fell asleep.

I
woke
up later feeling just as good as I had when I fell asleep. I was still with my woman, and my cock was nestled safely inside her, only this time, it was her sweet lips wrapped around my cockhead.

“You’re full of surprises,” I mumbled as she worked my dick. Christ, her mouth was good. Almost as good as her pussy. A definite close second. I’d just bet she had a virgin ass, too. Right then and there, I made a vow to myself—no part of Genevieve Harper would not be taken by my cock.

Thinking about taking her ass made my dick impossibly hard. The pleasure of her suction, her wet lips stroking my cock, was making me lose my head.

“You’re going to make me come.” I gripped her hair into my fist, wrapped the blond strands around my hand, and fucked her mouth.

She was perfectly attentive to the movements I wanted, a fastidious student who allowed me to steer and kept a diabolical amount of suck to lick ratio. I was leaking precum far faster than usual. Typically, I could hold off, have a woman suck on me for a long time before I came, but not then.

Seeing Genevieve naked, up on her knees, those big titties swaying delectably while I watched her take my cock as far down her throat as possible… Christ. Magnificent. Her mouth could only go about halfway down my length. I’m a good size, probably a bit above average and she was small. Everything but her tits and ass were, anyhow. She couldn’t even cover me with her dainty hand, but she sure knew how to work her mouth.

Gripping her hair tighter, I guided her head farther down my length. “Lick upward, gumdrop. Let me see your tongue wet my dick.”

She smiled coyly but did as I asked. Seeing her pink little tongue come out and drag across my length made me groan with the need to fuck, to take her hard, but I wouldn’t. I cared too much about her. I let her lead and just rested my hands on the sides of her head, wanting her to take me the way she wanted to. She doubled her efforts, sucked me down hard, wrapped both hands around my length, and alternated between sucking the wide head and jerking me off. Lights, fireworks, fucking fairy dust type of shit skittered across my closed eyes. Fuckin’ magical.

“Gonna come on that tongue, babe.”

She latched on and picked up the pace, sucking me down as best she could.

“I mean it,” I growled, barely able to contain myself.

Genevieve took me as deep as she could go and hummed around my cockhead. That was it. I lost it. I jerked, and my release shot down her throat while she swallowed. When she was done, she licked me, ending the best blowjob of my life with a sweet kiss to the tip before crawling up my body and lying over me like my own Genevieve blanket again.

“I’m hungry,” she said.

I chuckled. “You just ate.”

She scrunched her nose and made an overexaggerated gesture of gagging on her finger.

“Okay, okay, bad joke. What did you have in mind?”

“Peanut butter and jelly,” she said shyly.

Christ she was beautiful. We fucked like bunnies, slept, I woke up to her sucking my cock, and now my girl wanted a PB and J. I shook my head. “You want me to take care of you first?” I waggled my eyebrows.

She sat up, her big tits bouncing like two ripe melons in front of me. I wanted to latch on to them and fuck her again. I was getting hard thinking about it. Maybe she’d let me fuck her tits.
Yep, adding that to the list of things we must do
. I gripped both globes pushed them together, and tongued the tips simultaneously. She hummed, arching her back suggestively.

“Trent, I’m really hungry, and if you take care of me, we’re going to have sex again, and I’ll never get my sandwich.” She pouted, her full bottom lip puffing out.

It almost worked. I snickered and rested my chin between her boobs. “I’ll fuck you later.” I kissed the tops of my favorite twins.

“Well, that’s the plan.” She giggled.

“Gumdrop, I was talking to your tits.” I grinned.

Her face turned beet red, and she placed an arm across her chest. “What?”

“You ever been titty fucked?” I crossed my fingers behind her ass in the hope that she hadn’t.

She shook her head.

I inhaled deeply, thinking about my hard cock pinned between the soft globes, her pink tips turned purple from all the sucking. “Get up.” I smacked her hard on the ass.

“Ouch!” She rubbed at her reddened ass cheeks.

“You don’t get up, you’ll never get that sandwich.”

Her stomach growled. Damn, sex must really make her hungry. Good to know.

Within seconds, she popped up and off the bed. Then my shirt was flowing around her body like a dress. Something about seeing my shirt over her naked body gave me an unusual sense of peace. Following the sexy blonde, I slipped on my boxers and went after my woman.

L
imping
up to my mother and father’s house with a shit-eating grin on my face could not be helped. I’d just left the most desirable woman freshly fucked and dozing on her couch before the sibs made their way home from their friend’s house. I’d owe Rowan a solid for allowing me the alone time with his sister. Once we’d had dinner last night, made love the first time, and then I woke to her lips the second time, we’d taken a quick break to fuel up. Then I set about making it hard for my girl to walk today. We both had a gimpy gait by the time I left her sated on the couch. I made sure she was decent, even though I’d tipped that sweet ass over the edge of it and pounded her hard between making sandwiches and reaching the room again.

Christ, I wanted the woman constantly. When I wasn’t with her, I was thinking about her. Now that I’d had her, I’d been sure the edge of desire would wear down to a tolerable level, but it hadn’t. I left to come to dinner at my parents’, wanting to hurry so I could get back. I didn’t want Genevieve to assume anything, nor did I want her to think I was coming on too strong. All that meant I’d need to sleep at my own place. The new door and security screen had been added, so my girl and her family were safe…for now. Not as safe as I could make them, laying my head on the pillow next to hers.

Fuck. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing or how to proceed with that line of thinking. I’d never had these feelings for a woman. It’d always been hit it and quit it. One and then done. Mutual satisfaction guaranteed, and…
poof
…gone. Off to the next away game and the nearest piece of ass.

I hadn’t thought about another woman in the better part of three weeks. Genevieve controlled all my thoughts since the day I’d met her. Having tasted her body, kissed those candied lips, slept next to her two nights in a row, I didn’t know what to think anymore. My system for dealing with the madness was all jumbled, and nothing I knew matched up.

I shook my head and gripped my leg, entering my parents’ house. The hamstring throbbed and protested all the recent activity, but it was a small price to pay for the time I’d had with my girl. The smell of cooked meat, potatoes, and Ma’s special au jus filled the air. My stomach growled as I made my way into the kitchen. My itty-bitty mother worked at the stove, her blond bob swaying with her as she stirred something in a pot.

“Ma, something smells terrific.” I wrapped her in my arms from behind and kissed her cheek while sneaking a peek. She had mashed potatoes and was adding some garlic and sour cream.

She leaned back, her head only reaching my upper chest, and patted the arm I’d wrapped around her. “How’s my sport doing today? Let me get a good look at you.”

My mother spun around, masher still in hand.

I moved to the fridge to pull out a beer and popped the cap, tossing it perfectly into the metal trash bin across the room. “Score!” I fist pumped the air and leaned back against the counter.

“Someone looks happy today…and tired. I’m guessing that has something to do with the young lady you wanted to talk to me about?” Her eyebrows rose close to her hairline, and she waited to grill me.

My mother was not a stupid woman. She knew men. At least she knew me and my dad. We had a way about us. There was no coercing information out of us. If we didn’t want to talk about something, we just didn’t. Ma learned early on that I had the exact same system as my father when it came to talking through things. So far, she’d respected that.

I took a long pull from my beer. “I think I’m happy,” I said.

“You think?”

“Yeah.” I scrubbed a hand over my jaw. “She’s different, Ma.”

“Oh?”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Genevieve is not a groupie. She’s not a woman you spend an…uh…evening with and not see again.” I winced.

She held her lips in a firm line as she poked at the meat in the oven. The smell assaulted my nose, and my mouth watered. Ma was the best cook I knew, and her roast was to die for.

“I see. And so far, you’ve only dated women you spend time with for a single evening?” Her words were soft but direct.

Nail right on the head. Perfect hit the first try. “Pretty much.”

“Are you opposed to seeing this girl again?”

She hummed doing her thing, but I knew she was vested in this conversation. She’d been on me about settling down, finding the right woman, and courting her—reminding me that I wasn’t getting any younger—if I wanted to have children down the road and not be ancient.

I thought about it. Heck, I’d already seen more of Genevieve Harper than I’d ever seen of any woman. “I guess, Ma, you could say I’m technically dating her.”

She whipped around and focused her steely blue gaze on me. “So what’s the problem?”

“Everything.” I rubbed my forehead and pressed my thumbs into my temples. “I don’t know how to date her, Ma. I’ve had nothing but one-night stands since college. Women that I’m around are not the kind of women you keep or bring home to meet your parents.”

She blinked a few times and swung the utensil in a circle. “And this Genevieve is?”

Just saying her name had me thinking about her coal-black eyes twinkling as I kissed her neck, her shoulders, her lips. “Yeah,” I said in awe. “I should have brought her tonight.”

“Oh. My. God. You’re falling in love with her!” She placed her hand on her chest as if she were having heart palpitations.

My own heart starting rocking the two-step. Was I falling for her?

Maybe.

No.

We’d just met.

I shook my head. “Ma, it’s too early. We’ve only gone on one official date, but I’ve been seeing her regularly at the studio and…” I rubbed at the back of my neck, feeling heat start at my chest and push up into my neck. “Last night we took the next step, and…” I let my words fall off, not knowing what to say without sounding like a douchebag to my own mother.

“You’re not used to wanting to continue to see a woman after that physical step has been obliterated?”

My mom knew her stuff. I didn’t have to pussyfoot around her. She said it like it was, only in a classier way.

“Yeah.” The weight of my issue pushed my shoulders down as I sucked back the rest of the beer in one go.

“Have you asked her out again?”

“Not exactly. I’m due to see her tomorrow, though, for private yoga lessons. She’s really making a difference in my recuperation after surgery. She’s a miracle worker.”

Her smile lit up the room, and she clapped her hands. “Perfect. Tomorrow you ask her out again. Easy peasy.”

I slumped against the counter top. “It’s not easy peasy, Ma. She has obligations. She’s the sole provider for her sixteen-year-old brother and her eight-year-old sister. Her parents died in a car accident three years ago, so she works two jobs to support them. I tried to get her to go out with me on a whim before, and she declined. With Genevieve, I have to be two steps ahead, plan for time with her, or plan to spend that time with her siblings.”

My mother’s eyes turned soft. “The poor dear. Being alone like that, taking on that breadth of responsibility. She could probably use a big, strong man like you around to help her along the way.”

I shrugged. “Yeah, maybe. She tries to do everything herself. Works as a yoga instructor at Lotus House Yoga and cuts hair on the sly in her garage. Has a setup and everything.”

“Oh, she cuts hair.” Ma plumped her golden bob.

“Yeah, she was going to school to get her license and was almost done when her parents died. She’s doing what she can to make ends meet, but can’t yet afford to go back to school to finish. Does a good job according to Rowan.” I tugged at my own hair. It would need a cut in the next week or so. Maybe I could get Genevieve to cut it.

“Rowan?” Ma asked.

“Her brother. Good kid. Plays ball and has college scouts already looking at him.”

Ma blinked a few times. “Really? So you’d be good at helping give advice on that, too. A young man with no father around to guide him.” Her chin wobbled. “Tragedy. Sounds like they definitely could use
you
around.”

“Nice play, Ma.”

“Sport, I’m just not sure what the problem is. You’re twenty-seven, closing in on twenty-eight here in the next couple months. You have a great job, are up for a new contract, and a beautiful girl has captured a bit more of your attention than you were planning for, but so what? I say get to know her. Woo her. Enjoy yourself. See how the other half does it before you cast judgment on being in a relationship. You might just find it suits you more than you ever thought.”

I nodded, went to the fridge, and grabbed two beers. I needed time to think, and Dad wouldn’t talk about my current female problems.

“Dad?” I said.

“Garage. As usual.” She rolled her eyes. “Dinner in T-minus twenty minutes.”

I stopped in front of my mom and pulled her into a hug, nestling my nose into her neck. She smelled like lavender, the same as she always did. Some things never changed, thank God. “Thanks, Ma, for making me see that it’s not unusual to feel this way.”

“Honey, it’s unusual to
never
feel this way.” She patted my back and held me tight. “Give the process a chance. Allow yourself a moment of vulnerability. Not every woman you meet is a user and after your money, and promise me this…”

“Anything.” I hugged the only woman I’d ever loved, knowing with my whole heart that she loved me back.

“Allow me to cook dinner for her and those parentless kids next Sunday. Please? I promise not to make a big deal about it.”

Her voice was an inch away from throwing guilt, which was not her normal speed, but I knew she wanted this bad. The first girl I’d ever talked about dating in years. Ma was probably in hog heaven.

I leaned back, keeping my mother at arm’s distance. Her blue gaze pleaded with me. She bit her lip and inhaled.

“All right. But don’t make me regret it. I’ll see if she can. From what I understand, they always do family dinner night on Sundays, so maybe I could convince her to share her family dinner night with ours.”

Ma clasped her hands to her chest again. “Oh, I’ll pray that she agrees.” Then she wiggled to her own beat back to her stove where she did what she did best—feed and bless her family with her gifts.

T
rent was acting strange today
. He had shifty eyes that looked everywhere around the room but at me as we worked on strengthening his core and thighs for more intense positions. I wanted that hamstring stretched taut, but didn’t want to harm his recovery in the process. It was a fine line between working the muscle and overworking it.

Finally, after we moved into a forearm plank pose, I slid my hands down his ribcage, set my hand on each side of his hips, and maneuvered him into the appropriate position. Straddling his body reminded me of when I’d straddled him last night. He wasn’t so timid and inhibited when we were unclothed.
Why was he acting odd now?

An acute fear hit me straight through the heart. Now that he’d had me carnally, maybe he no longer wanted me. Maybe he was here just for the private lessons. In the past two weeks, he had made remarkable progress in range of motion, weight bearing, and strengthening. Perhaps now that he’d had his wicked way with me, he no longer wanted anything more.

Genevieve, don’t be stupid. Just because you felt something deeper this weekend doesn’t mean he did.

I called out for him to move into dolphin pose. In dolphin, the forearms were on the mat, legs out straight and the hips lifted to the sky. It was an advanced modification on downward facing dog. It forced him to put more effort into his upper half than his lower, which should have been easier for him. As he lifted his hips, I stood behind him, gripped his hips, and assisted him in going deeper into the pose. Since we’d been intimate already, I didn’t have any qualms about lining up my pelvis or leaning against his bum. I wrapped my fingers into the indent at his hips—the indent I’d spent a lengthy time discovering just last night…with my tongue.

He groaned as I pressed my fingers deeper into the muscle. I hoped it was pleasure, not pain, forcing that response.

“Are you hurting?”

“If you call my dick getting hard hurting. Gumdrop, you touch that spot on my hips, and I’ll be pushing into you so fast you won’t even be able to say
Namaste
.”

He shook as he held dolphin pose a little longer. I counted to five, needing the full breath as much as he did. His words shook me to my core.

“Frankly, I’m relieved. Now, bring your knees to the mat and lean forward, resting your forehead on the mat for five deep breaths, going into child’s pose.”

He followed my instructions to the letter, which I appreciated. Made me believe he really wanted the help and wasn’t just here to hit on me. Although, I’d have welcomed that.

“What do you mean you’re relieved? I’m the one with a hard-on.” He chuckled and rolled over on to his back. He wasn’t kidding. His shaft was tenting his soft gray sweats in a graphic display of his virility. “You press that perfect body to my ass one more time, babe, and I can’t be held responsible for my actions.”