Sarasota Bride (15 page)

“I want to come.”

“Can you take more without going over yet?” His warm breath stroked her as intimately as his tongue.

“Y-yes.” She gripped his wavy hair, pushing his face back where she wanted it. He nuzzled her again, wiping his face back and forth on her wet heat. She arched off the bed, when he sucked her clit deeply in his mouth, his tongue flicking over her protective hood. His fingers slid back into her, stroking, and all the fine hairs on her body stood.

“You’re tightening around me,” he groaned huskily, his eyes moving from his hand to her face. “Hold back.” When he removed his hand again, he brought his mouth to her pussy and licked her non-stop, sucking on her clit every few seconds, leaving her guessing where his mouth would be next.

“I can’t hold it.” Spots flickered in her vision. This was beyond pleasure. This was the most intimate act doubly pleasurable because someone she actually loved preformed it. Then all thoughts left her head when he sucked her clit harder, thrusting his fingers back in her clenching pussy.

She started thrashing, squeezing her legs around his face. “I can’t…take anymore!”

He brought a hand to her hips, securing her so she couldn’t wiggle away from his mouth. “Then come.”

Just like that, Libby shattered, her pussy convulsing in rolling spasms, a flowing deluge leaving her body and feeding his mouth. “Argh!”

“Just like that,” he said, his lips and chin soaked while wringing every last drop from her. “So beautiful when you come, Elizabeth. Now, I can picture you on the days I can hardly see.” He lowered his face, kissing her slick passion, and then ran his tongue over her dark crevice to circle her anus.

“In me,” she pleaded, needing to feel him deep.

He helped her remove her dress and then he stood to remove his clothes. Libby caught her breath, still riding out her aftershocks. But then her breath caught in an entirely different way. Trey removing his clothes was a sight to behold, the way his biceps stretched and contracted with his efficient movements was nothing short of tantalizing. His face was always beautiful, but his body appeared even stronger tonight. “You look…amazing, mouthwatering,” she said, parting her legs until the sides of her knees hit the bed.

He focused on her for long seconds, watching where he’d just been with his mouth and hands, and dropped his pants. “No, I’m looking at what’s mouthwatering.”

Chapter Seventeen

Trey wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock, and she followed his hand as it moved up and down his long length. “You’re growing wetter watching me.” He moved back to the bed, his gait slightly strained but he didn’t waver much. “I love seeing you so clearly.” He stopped next to her face, swiping her mouth with his crown.

She knew that he wanted to see how she looked going down on him, to remember on the days he could hardly see. Libby reached out and flicked a trace of fluid from his head. A small grunt left him as he threaded his fingers through her hair, but he didn’t pull. He brushed the strands away so he could get a clearer view. She licked his entire cock from head to balls, staying beneath, her fingers finding the spot just behind his heavy sack and massaging. When she opened her mouth wide to take him, he worked his head over her tongue in several even strokes.

“It’s hot to watch your cheeks go concave when you suck,” he hissed, the planes of
his
cheeks flushing. He untwined a hand from her hair and dropped it to the side of her face, feeling her suck his cock with his roving fingertips. After she took a few long pulls, he pressed his index finger in the corner of her mouth and disengaged her. Lifting his dick against his stomach, he pressed his balls against her face. She lapped and sucked, tugging on the velvety yet leathery skin with her teeth.

When his body locked up, he swore and pulled away quickly. “Now.”

She opened her arms, welcoming him as he moved atop her, settling some of his weight between her legs. He kissed her then, a hard sucking on her tongue, and swiped his erection up and down her lips.

“This isn’t going to be like the balcony, is it? When you teased me for long, annoying minutes.”

He smiled wickedly, rolled his hips, and entered her in one smooth stroke. “Does that,” he said on a strained breath, “answer your question?”

She hooked her ankles behind his lower back, loving the feel of his tight ass moving his body in and out of hers. Libby’s sex suctioned him deeply. “Sure does.”

“Damn,” he groaned in her ear, pressing his large frame over her smaller one, his body so hot and strong against hers as he pumped her. He brought his mouth to hers, spreading his tongue between her lips and exploring leisurely.

When he lifted his mouth, panting, she demanded, “Harder.” She fisted her hands in his hair, pulling when she started quivering. “I’m close!” He released his kiss and moved his face to her neck, nipping and biting. Surely she would have love bruises tomorrow where everyone could see, but she didn’t care one iota.

He started pounding into to her, plunging deep, the wet smacking of their bodies echoing in the otherwise quiet bedroom. And her walls started rippling, her body rocking near one hell of an orgasm. He reached beneath her hips with his hands and lifted her higher to meet his slamming strokes. “Take more?” he pleaded.

“That’s not all of…you?”

He grunted, throwing his head back, his shoulders bunching. “
No
.”

“Try.” She moved her hand to her clit, playing as he surged inside of her. And when she thought she would split in two from the sheer size of him, she split instead with a white-hot detonation that shot through every nerve ending in her body. Her mouth opened, but she couldn’t make a sound, the humming emanating from her core an incredible orchestra of fire and ice. Awash in pure pleasure, her body stripped away from her mind and she lost herself somewhere in the Florida sky.

“Elizabeth,” he called to her, pulsating rhythmically inside her core, his answering orgasm wetting her with blasts of hot semen. Groaning loudly, he buried his face against her shoulder but was mindful not to collapse against her.

“Please,” Trey said after a minute or two, “tell me you’re okay.”

She wiggled beneath him, parts of her body numb, but the good parts tingling and snapping. “Yeah, round number one was quick, huh?”

He laughed raggedly. “I’ve needed to release in you for so long…sorry.”

“Well, I’m glad it worked out for you, but I didn’t come,” she lied, pinching his tight ass as hard as she could, considering her fingers were numb from holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He yelped, flinging himself to the side. When he landed next to her, Libby grabbed his arousal-slick cock to appear horny and desperate.

He nudged his hand between her thighs. Lightly, Trey pinched her lower lips together, the unmistakable sensation of aftershocks reaching his sensitive fingers, and glared at her lying face. “Round two will have to wait.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “Your stomach is growling, and you’re carrying my babies.” He stood up. “So, food it is.”

It felt good to be cared for by the man she loved. “I guess someone has to be responsible.”

He slipped into his clothes, keeping his eyes on her the whole time, watching the way she enjoyed the sight of his body. “I understand you want cake, but did you truly eat your dinner?”

“Not really,” she admitted. “Everything was too rich for my newly sensitive palate.”

“Got you.” He went into the bathroom, washing his hands and face, and brought her out a damp washcloth. “Rest here and I’ll raid Gilda’s kitchen for blandness.”

“I’m not going anywhere, Trey.”

“I told you.” He took in the sex-rumpled blonde goddess he considered his heart - a sense of peace and purpose, certainly love, filled the void where his vengeance used to dwell. “Neither am I, Elizabeth.”

With less pain than he’d been experiencing for years, he traversed the corridor and descended in the small elevator that would take him to the kitchen. He could have admitted to Libby that Gilda had installed the elevator after she’d taken him in all those years ago, but Libby’s guilt would sprout anew and it was a waste of her precious emotion.

“I’m going to be a father,” he whispered proudly. Gilda had been both his father and his mother, and her example would lead Trey to do what’s right. Unlike the man who never stepped forward and claimed him, Trey intended on being the best father these kids could ever hope for and he would treat their mother with the love and respect she deserved.

When the doors parted, he stepped onto the cold kitchen tile and immediately wished he’d slipped back into his shoes. He nodded at Gilda’s cook, smelling the mildest hint of cloves filling the kitchen, and asked for anything bland.

“I started chicken and dumplings,” she said with a beaming smile. “And fresh ginger snaps are baking in the over.” She gestured with a spoon. “There’s some mashed potatoes and carved turkey on the platter. Take that up to your Libby.”

Word always traveled fast in this family. “Thanks.” He kissed her cheek. “Oh, and we’re staying the night so…”

“Eggs and toast in the morning should stay down, depending on the level of morning sickness.”

He nodded; relieved to have expert help, though thinking he needed to download a few books on pregnancy to better educate himself. When he lifted the small tray, he heard Gilda raise her voice in the adjacent mudroom. He sat it back down and immediately walked through the butler’s pantry to set his eyes on the man who had to be Miles Martin, Dylan’s half brother.

Security flanked Miles, and Gilda looked positively devastated. “Love, go back to the reception please.”

Gilda raised her fingertips to her mouth, patting it nervously. “Should I get Drake or Julian, sweetheart?”

“Either is fine, but do so quietly.” He kissed her forehead and waved her out of the room. Then Trey stood there watching the man whose father didn’t give a shit about a little boy he’d conceived. And he knew exactly what that felt like.

Miles was first to break the silence. “I can’t keep running from Easton security. They’re worse than cops.” He pushed his fingers through the same blonde hair as Dylan’s, but his eyes were darker. He dropped his hand to his side, fisting it. “I had nothing to do with those fires, the gas lines, or attacking Payton Calloway.”

Trey detected the lines of exhaustion around his eyes. He wouldn’t bring Miles into Gilda’s house, so he stepped outside, gesturing to a bench. “There’s a wedding going on inside the house, so let’s sit here.” He didn’t know how he was going to press his bones against the unforgiving marble, but he would give it a shot.

Miles clothes were clean and serviceable, but nothing of the higher quality from Trey’s world. “I didn’t expect you to be so cordial.”

“Let’s say that I believe you. I still think you knew what your brother was up to. Why didn’t you ever contact Dylan directly?”

“Michael worked for him and I heard what Michael wanted me to hear.” He sucked in a deep breath. “I mean, I trusted the brother I grew up with. But when he started acting crazy, crazier than usual, I cut off all ties with him.”

He knew a copout when he heard it, and Trey was not impressed with his reasoning. “Many died from Michael’s actions. You should have come forward and told the police what you knew. So I’m guessing Michael paid you what he could to keep you quiet.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time and then. “The man who attacked Payton, damaged those gas lines, and helped Michael do his dirty work was John Fallcioni.”

“Marla’s brother?”

“Yeah.” Miles shifted nervously. “John was estranged from his family, was into drugs, and needed the money. I know that Payton wasn’t supposed to be attacked that night, that she’d surprised him.”


Trey had gone over all the police reports with a fine comb. “John Fallcioni wired some weird shit in that firehouse. I had a crew in there; I should know.”

Miles looked at him then, his appearance so eerily similar to Dylan. “He was on an hourly dose of crack. I’m surprised he didn’t actually kill her or blow himself up in that place. God, he probably thought she was actually Helen Savon. She sure as hell looks like her.”

Drake and Julian stepped outside, both of them keeping their expressions stoic, but Trey knew how they really felt, because he felt the same way. Trey asked the loaded question, “Do you know where Fallcioni is?”

Miles clenched his jaw. “Yeah, he’s dead or I wouldn’t be sitting here right now.”

Trey stood up, the pain getting to him. “So the Eastons are the lesser of two evils now. You’re in some sort of trouble, and you expect our help.” Miles stayed quiet, his eyes resting on Julian and Drake. “I’m going inside,” Trey said. Libby needed to eat and Julian and Drake could figure out Miles. “Don’t bother Dylan with this until he’s back from his honeymoon.”

Drake clapped him on the shoulder. “Same goes for you, don’t worry. We’ve got this.”

When he returned to the kitchen, Gilda was entering the butler’s pantry with an empty tray in her hands.

“Everyone’s leaving,” she explained with a wary smile. “I took food upstairs, told Libby you’d be a minute.”

“Thank you.”

She sat the tray on the counter. “Is everything okay?”

“It will be.” He reached for her, bringing her in for a hug. “Have I told you that I have the best mom anyone could ask for?” He pulled back and looked down at her. “Have I thanked you lately for all that you’ve done for me?”

“Just every time you visit or phone me.” She relaxed against him, patting his shoulder gently. “How much time do I have to plan a wedding for my boy?”

“I won’t wait another day past tomorrow to marry her.”

She deflated. “Well, you were always tenacious, but it’s a necessary trait for Eastons.”

“I suppose it is. While Libby and I are honeymooning.” He rubbed his chin, hoping he could soothe this old woman who meant the world to him. “I’m going to need your help finding us a house, maybe in this neighborhood.”

“In this neighborhood?”

“Well, you must be close to your grandchildren, right?”

Excitement lit her eyes. “I’ll phone the realtor tomorrow and get started.”

He thought about his babies and his heart skipped. “Make sure the property has a large back yard with Live Oaks for climbing. If not, hire a landscape architect.” A million concerns suddenly flooded his mind. “The pool must be equipped with a safety fence and an alarm…”

“Of course, leave it all to me.” She shooed him away. “Run along to your Libby, now, while I finish up down here.” He kissed her forehead and made his way to the elevator. “Son,” Gilda called out. “I’m proud of you.”

“For once, I’m proud of myself.”