Teasing Trent (The Alexanders) (5 page)

“Damn, you feel good.” Trent cradled her full breasts in his hands, holding them as she rocked steadily on top of him. He plucked at her nipples until she whimpered. Every time he pinched, it sent a zing straight to her core.

“Ride me harder. Bounce on me.”
 

Mara shivered as he looked down at where their bodies joined, the intensity of his stare providing her with the bravado she needed. She lifted up on her knees and slammed herself down, taking him so deep she felt it in her throat.

“Yes, like that. Again.” His rough order raced through her and she repeated the motion, taking every inch of his length as deep as it could go. Soon she had a rhythm: lift, drop, grind. When he started tweaking her nipples in time with the motion of her hips, she lost it.
 

“Trent. Trent!” She collapsed on his chest as she shuddered in pleasure. He held her hips as he rocked up. He pumped again and then called out her name.

They lay for a few minutes, breathing heavily together. Mara didn’t really want to get up but she figured she had to be kind of heavy. Considering the workouts she’d given him over the past twenty-four hours, the poor guy surely needed all the oxygen he could get.
 

She rolled to the side just as a loud knock sounded on the front door. “Oh, what now? I don’t need my snow shoveled for crying out loud!”

Trent looked at her strangely so she propped herself up on her elbow. “Whenever it snows here, all the neighborhood kids knock on doors and ask if you need your walk shoveled.”
 

She got up and walked over to her dresser. She ripped a piece of paper out of a small notebook. “It’s cute the first two times it snows. After that, it’s just annoying.” She scribbled something and then handed it to Trent. “Could you put this on the door so they’ll stop knocking? Otherwise we’ll never get any peace.”

Trent pulled on the pair of jeans he’d left on the floor the night before. He accepted the piece of paper and the small roll of tape she handed him.
 

“I suppose I could, if you don’t mind making breakfast. You know what my cooking is like.”
 

She laughed and swatted his arm. “Yeah, food poisoning waiting to happen. I suppose bacon and eggs isn’t too much to ask. But don’t think I’m cooking for you every morning buster.”
 

Trent was still smiling as he went downstairs. He watched Mara’s bottom as she trotted into the kitchen. He was pretty sure they wouldn’t get through breakfast without him spreading her out on the table. It was going to be a major adjustment when Matt came home. He was planning to stay with Mara while he looked for a place. Trent couldn’t imagine not seeing Mara, but he also couldn’t imagine dating her while her brother lived with her either.

He turned and walked to the door, holding Mara’s “No Shoveling Needed” sign in one hand. He could see a shadow on the other side of the door as he approached. Judging by the height, it was probably one of the college kids looking to earn some spending money. Trent pulled the door open …

… and got a fist in the face.

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Mara hummed to herself as she pulled her favorite skillet from the cabinet beneath the sink. The thick layer of snow made her backyard look like a giant cotton ball. It would be great if Trent stayed around for a while. They could make a snowman or just sip hot chocolate and hang out.
 

Would it be weird if she asked him to stay the day? She didn't want him to feel like she was getting clingy already, but there was nothing she’d rather do than spend a snow day with him.

She heard a dull
thud
and then a
crash
.
 

“Trent? Are you okay?” Her heart in her throat, she crept around the corner. When her mind finally made sense of what she was seeing, she threw the frying pan she still held with all her might.

“Matt! What did you do?” Mara raced over and kneeled by Trent, who wasn’t knocked out but just dazed. He shook his head hard and sat up.

“This is between us, Mara.” Trent stood up and flexed his jaw. “Your brother has every right to be pissed.”

Mara crossed her arms. “No, he doesn’t.” She turned to Matt and punched him in the arm. He barely flinched. “You don’t have a right to be an ass. Especially since I didn’t even know you were coming home early. You deserve to be shocked.”

Matt shrugged. “I was trying to tell you when I called last night but I got distracted.” His eyes moved back to Trent and he grinned. “Besides, I was swinging before my brain processed who it was. So, this is who hung up on me?”

Trent eyed him warily but nodded. “I really didn’t mean to do that but I was half asleep.”

Matt pursed his lips. “Well, I’m glad I punched you then. You deserve it for letting me think my sister was shacking up with someone else.” Then he shoved past them and threw his duffel bag on the couch.

Mara looked at Trent, unsure what to think. She followed after Matt and watched as he shrugged out of his camouflaged jacket. “Wait, so you’re not mad that Trent and I, well, that is, we’re …”

“Dating.” Trent came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her.
 

Matt crossed his arms and grinned. “Dating. More like in love with each other but too dense to know it.”

Mara giggled and looked over her shoulder at Trent. He looked like he’d just been caught outside with his pants down.

“I guess I was kind of obvious over the years, asking you what Trent was up to.” Mara blushed when Matt rolled his eyes.

“The two of you are pathetic. You’ve been making moon eyes at each other since college and, meanwhile, I’ve had to hear it from both ends. I hoped that while I was off, you know,
serving our country
, that the two of you could just get over yourselves and fall in love already. Not that I want to hear about it.” He sent them a look that Mara was sure had boot camp recruits wishing for their mommies.

“No sir, Sergeant Big Brother.” She launched herself into his arms, laughing when he tugged the end of her ponytail. “You’re kind of awesome, you know that?”

He looked over her shoulder at Trent. After a long moment, he stuck out his hand. Trent walked over and they shook hands and then bumped shoulders.

“You're already like a brother to me. Just don’t hurt my sister or I really will rip you a new one.”
 

They grinned. Then Matt looked over at her and said, “Any chance you can go get that frying pan? I'm starving.”

Mara looked at the men she loved and shook her head, torn between hugging them and smacking them upside the head.

But she did go get her pan.

THE END

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Teasing Trent - The Alexanders, prequel.
You know, interesting things tend to happen around the Alexanders. Someone's on the run from a killer, Trent and Mara have to navigate a brand new romance while her brother is living with her, oh and Matt ends up punching a wall.
 
I didn't even mention the best parts - supermodels in disguise, one night stands and a multimillionaire songwriter with a heart of gold.
 

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Ridley Wells has no idea what to do with her life now that she's graduated from college. But when a friend is murdered and her apartment is trashed, she runs to the only person she trusts, her twin sister. No one will think to look for her in the rinky dink Virginia town of New Haven.

Of course, her luck lands her passed out in the grass in front of resident badboy, music producer Jackson Alexander. 
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So when the handsome producer with the platinum smile mistakes her for her sister, she gets an idea.

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Chapter One

“YOU DIDN’T BRING your hot-ass sister with you?”
 

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jackson Alexander dodged the punch that came sailing his way. A chorus of laughter rang out around him as he playacted dodging blows while his friend, Matt Simmons, growled at him.

“I should give you the ass-kicking you’ve been waiting for since freshman year.”
 

Matt shoved the side of his lawn chair and Jackson tumbled out. He was laughing so hard by the time he hit the ground that it barely hurt.
 

Hanging out with his boys was his new favorite way to spend his weekends. After producing several platinum albums, suddenly everyone
—
from the kid who’d sat behind him in high school English class, to the receptionist at his gym
—
wanted to be his best friend. Just a year earlier he wouldn’t have believed the things people would do for a piece of the spotlight. His
real
friends kept him sane.
 

Giving one of them a hard time was just part of the fun.

“Man, you know I’m just messing with you.” Jackson righted his chair and flopped back down. He kept a healthy distance from Matt though, just in case.

His brother, Nicholas, and their friend, Trent, stifled their laughter when Matt looked at them.
 

“You know we love Mara. Mainly because she keeps your crazy ass in line. She’s coming to the barbecue, right? Or is she visiting your parents for Memorial Day weekend?” Nicholas asked. That was his brother, always the mediator.
 

They could have passed for twins with their golden brown skin, dark eyes and curly black hair, but they couldn’t be more different in personality. Nicholas craved excitement whereas, more and more, Jackson just wanted solitude. It was hard to believe that his playboy brother was actually twenty-seven, two years older than he was.
 

Matt took a swig of the beer he held. He rolled it through his palms a few times before answering. “Ask Trent. He sees more of her these days than I do.”

All eyes swung to Trent. He shrugged but the look in his eyes was like that of a cornered animal. “She’s great. She said to tell everyone hi.”

Jackson picked up his lawn chair and then straddled it backward so he’d be facing the group. “Damn, you two aren’t just playing with me? If I’d known she wasn’t off limits…” He stopped at the murderous expression on Matt’s face.
 

Nicholas leaned over. “If I were you I wouldn’t finish that sentence.”

Jackson shook his head as he looked back at Matt. “You are pathetic. I was going to say I would have married her. Mara is one of a kind.”
 

Matt snorted. “You? Married?”

A hush fell over the group. Matt cleared his throat a few times before speaking. “Sorry, man. I shouldn’t have said that. I wasn’t thinking.”

“You aren’t saying anything that isn’t true. I’m glad for once you aren’t walking on eggshells around me.” Jackson looked pointedly at Matt, then the other guys in the group.
 

“I gave up my chance to have a solo career when Cynthia got pregnant. I’ll never regret that choice. She gave me the two best things in my life. I just wish she was here to see how amazing our boys are.”
 

He stopped, frightened for a moment that his throat would close and he’d confirm their image of him as the tragic, broken widower. He just felt such anger, such impotent rage, that one twist of fate could take away his entire world.

“It’s not too late. You could put out an album now,” Nick suggested.

“I could. But it would mean a lot of time on the road away from the kids. I’ve let that dream go and I’m okay with it. Producing may not have been my first love but it’s been good to me and I’m grateful. As for the marriage thing… Look, I know you guys think my life is just one party after another but I’m not making anyone any promises. I only date women who know the score and want the same thing I want. No strings and no drama.”

“You’re only twenty-five, Jack. You can’t think you’re going to be alone the rest of your life,” Nicholas pointed out.

“I loved Cynthia more than life and when she died… well, let’s just say I’m not signing up for that kind of pain ever again.”

It was so hard to remember his vibrant wife in that hospital bed, broken and bruised. Especially since he’d been as much at fault in the accident as the drunk driver who’d plowed his SUV into her car.