Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Trey.” I want him. God, do I want him, but my body is not having it.
“Yeah, sugar, bath for you. I’ll cook us up some breakfast since you cooked dinner last night.” He presses a kiss to my lips one last time before he rolls over and climbs out of the bed.
“You mean you’ll cook breakfast because that’s the only thing you know how to make?” I lift my eyebrows. The last time we were together, he never made dinner. He’d either pick something up from in town, eat at his parents', or make a sandwich.
“Bite your tongue, woman. Mom taught us our way around the kitchen. When there’s only me, what’s the use of cooking all the time for the food to go to waste or for me to eat the same thing four nights in a row?” He holds his hand out for me, ever the gentleman unless we’re in bed, then all holds are off. Trey likes to toss me around, pull my hair, and smack my ass when the mood arises. My particular favorite is when he’s taking me from behind, his balls slapping my clit, hand fisting my hair, and his other, well, I’m not ashamed to admit that I love when he plays with my ass. We never got around to having his dick inside me back there. I’m hopeful now that we're back to us, we can eventually try to.
“Good, then you can cook dinner tonight.” Trey is smirking at me, standing naked, devastatingly handsome, highly aroused, and looking at me like I’m the only person in the world.
“I guess I’m cooking my woman dinner tonight. Come on, sugar. You naked isn’t helping, and then me thinking about you naked, wet, and in the tub, it’s enough to do my damn head in.”
“You’ve got yourself to blame. It’s been years, Trey.” I leave the statement at that, letting it sink in that there’s been no one before him and there’s been no one after him.
“Fuck me, Sienna. You don’t think the same can be said for me? There’s a reason my cock won’t go down. Years I’ve had to use my hand, waiting till you left in order to get the barest scent of you to tide me over, and you don’t wanna know how many times I’ve been tempted to come in this very room, find a pair of panties, and jack my cock to them.” He licks his lips before continuing, “And you say this to me and expect me to keep my hands to myself?” His hands cup my breasts, then he sweeps his thumbs over my pebbled nipples. My eyes close, a soft mewl escapes my lips, and damn his big dick for wrecking my pussy.
“You should have taken them, you should have taken me, but I get it. We can’t live in the past, and as much as it pissed me off at the time that everyone tried to push me out of the place I loved with the people I love, too, I needed it more than I knew.” Trey pinches my nipples, making me want him even more. “I mean, maybe if we try in the bath?” My thighs clench, trying to relieve the ache only Trey gives me.
“Nope. Now, tell me what I’m making for dinner, then it’s bath time for you. Hopefully tonight, you’ll be feeling better, and I’ll give you what we both want.” My hand goes to his cock, fisting his length, slowly jacking him in the hopes to change his mind. “Not happening, sugar. Tell me.”
“Fine. I’m craving steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, and huckleberry ice cream.” His hands leave my breasts and take my hands, doing the exact opposite of what I want, and my eyes snap open. The haze of desire is shaken out of me when I’m pulled into the bathroom.
“I’ll stop by my place, grab what we need, and bring it here to cook. The only thing I don’t have is ice cream. I’ll correct that, your sweet tooth always did hit at the most random of times.” Trey flips the switch, drops my hand, and hauls ass to the tap for the bathtub. I watch as he studies the plethora of bath salts, taking the lids off the jars, sniffing one, then the other until he finds the one he likes. He dumps a heaping amount into the water, swirls it around with his hand, and when he deems the water warm enough, he gives me a look. I head to the tub, and his hand finds mine again, helping me step inside, not letting go until I’m completely submerged.
“Thank you.” Those two words have such a powerful meaning behind them. They’re for the past, the present, and the future.
“Love you, Sienna. I’d do anything for you, even if it meant you hating me at one time.” Trey dips down onto his haunches, throat bobbing while giving me another piece of him.