Time Will Tell (Maybe #3)(39)

“Mornin’” Trillian mumbles, eyes fluttering open and a sleepy smile spreading on her lips.

“Mornin’, beautiful,” I say quietly, rolling over and bringing her closer to me.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, glancing up at my face.

I smile. “Nothing, was just thinking.”

“About?”

“Making plans to come back to Channon. Wondering how I’m going to work it all out.”

Her brows furrow. “I don’t want you to give up your life. It’s unfair to ask you to do that. Maybe after I finish uni, I could move here?”

My eyes widen. “You would do that? Leave your dad’s house?”

She licks her bottom lip. “I wouldn’t sell it, but I could rent it out or something.”

I know how much the house means to her, so her offer is a big f*ckin’ deal.

I place a soft kiss on her forehead. “You have a year left of uni, right?”

She nods. “Yeah.”

“Okay, so for now, why don’t I keep going back and forth, and then we can work out the details later. If you’re happier living in Channon, then that’s where I want to be.”

Her eyes turn heavy-lidded. “You’re amazing, do you know that? Best man that I know.”

I grin. “Just don’t tell anyone else.”

She rolls her eyes. “What are we doing today? What’s the time?”

“Eight.”

“Shit. I was going to go for a run.” She throws me a playful look. “You’re ruining my routine, Xander Kane.”

I grin and lay on top of her, pulling her under me. “I think your routine needed to be shaken up a little. There’s no fun in routine. You have to be spontaneous every now and again. Live a little.”

Her look turns sultry. “I was spontaneous earlier this morning.”

I harden at the memory. “Fuck, that was amazing.”

I woke up at around four a.m. with Trill’s mouth wrapped around my cock. Best way to wake up—ever.

She kisses my jaw. “I thought you’d like that.”

“How about we go out for breakfast?” I suggest. “After I show you how much I enjoyed this morning, of course.”

“What did you have in mind?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

I grin and lift my hand to her hair, trying to push back her dark, wild curls. “I’m going to taste that sweet * of yours, and then I’m going to let you ride me so I can sit back and enjoy the view.”

Her eyes flare and her mouth opens slightly at my demand.

But then she pulls the blanket down and spreads her legs in invitation.

Fuck.

I can’t get enough of her.

I grab her waist and lift her so she’s straddling my face.





Chapter Twenty


Trillian


Three nights later, we arrive back in Channon. Tired from the drive (even though Xander didn’t let me drive, again) we both have a quick shower and practically fall into bed. The next morning, I wake up slowly, trying to force my eyes to open as I hear someone knocking on the door. Cursing to myself, thinking it must be Zach coming over to see us and demanding breakfast, I walk to the door still half asleep, dressed in my leopard print pyjama bottoms and tank top. I yawn as I undo the locks and open the door, sticking my head out.

“Zach, couldn’t you have waited until…” I trail off, seeing that it isn’t Zach at the door at all. Instead, a woman stands there. Dark hair and vaguely familiar.

“Trillian?” she asks, taking me in from head to toe.

“Yes,” I reply. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

The woman tightens her lips. “Of course, you know me. I’m your mother.”

My eyes widen and my jaw drops. I examine her facial features. It’s her. What’s she doing here now? After all these years?

“What are you doing here?” I ask.

She scowls. “Is that any way to talk to your mother?”

My jaw tightens. “After you abandoned me when I was a child? I think I can talk to you any way I like.”

Is it really her?

Dad kept one picture of her on the wall. One. It was of them at their wedding. I don’t know why he kept it. If it were me, I would have burned the damn thing. I took it down when dad died and put one up of him and me instead.

She’s aged, obviously. Her face is lined with wrinkles, but her eyes are the same. And her hair.

Fuck, it’s her.

“Are you going to invite me in?” she asks stiffly, lifting her chin up at me.

It isn’t the reunion I had always envisioned. In my dream, my mother runs to me and wraps me in her arms. She gives a good reason as to why she left and tells me how much she missed me. How beautiful I am to her. How she wants to make up for missed time.

I don’t get any of that.

I feel… numb.

Blank.

“Trillian,” I hear Xander call out from behind me, breaking me out of my stupor. I turn around to look at him as he walks to me in nothing but a pair of boxer shorts sitting low on those delicious hips of his.

“Who is it?” he asks, running his fingers through his messy brown hair. I want nothing more than to slam the door in my mother’s face, forget it ever happened, and get back into bed with my sexy boyfriend.