Trapped (Caged #2)(40)

“Every time you take a shower?”

“Even more often,” I admitted.

“When was the first time?” she asked. “The first time you thought about me…like that.”

“Before you moved in,” I told her without hesitation. “Long before. I think it was when I started walking you home.”

“You never said anything,” she remarked.

“I was afraid I would piss you off. I was setting myself up as a big brother or whatever…”

“I thought about you the first night we met,” she blurted out.

I looked back to her face.

“Oh, really?”

“Yes,” she said with a blush. “You were my hero.”

I tried to shrug it off, but she wouldn’t let me.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she said. “You didn’t have to chase them down the street and save me from them. I can’t even think about what might have happened if you hadn’t been there.”

“I’m glad I was.”

“So am I.”

She snuggled closer against my chest, and I wrapped one arm around her head to bring her cheek against my shoulder. Her bare skin was warm against mine and still slightly flushed from the sex.

“I’m sorry,” Tria suddenly piped up.

“For what?”

“Making you wait so long.”

“I’m not,” I told her with a firm shake of my head.

“You aren’t?”

“No.” I snickered through my nose and kissed the top of her head.

“Why not?”

I thought about it for a minute, trying to figure out how to answer.

“Because if we had done it when I first wanted to…” I faltered and then tried again. “It wouldn’t have been the same. I mean, I’m sure it would have been great and all…but not the same.”

She looked up at me, confused.

I sighed.

“You would have just been another chick I’ve f*cked,” I said.

Tria lowered her eyes as she thought about it for a minute.

“What am I now?” Tria readjusted herself to turn toward me a bit more. She propped herself up on her elbow and waited.

I considered for a minute and then shrugged.

“You’re my Tria.”

Her eyes sparkled for a moment, and then we kissed again, but only briefly. When we parted, my focus stayed on her eyes. My heart began to beat faster, and though my body made it clear that I wanted her again, the thrumming of my heart was not in response to the lust.

I was never one to second-guess myself, but the feeling frightened me a little.





Chapter 11—Lose the Fight


“Oh…f*ck yeah…”

I lifted Tria up by her hips and brought her down on my cock in quick, rhythmic motions. Little beads of sweat were starting to show themselves on her forehead as she rode me hard with her arms draped over my shoulders. Her tits bounced wildly around, and I tried to catch them with my mouth as they flew by.

I caught one, sucked hard, and felt Tria tense all around me. She moaned out my name, which sent me right over the edge. My legs clenched, and I grabbed her hips to slam her down on me and hold her there.

“Ungh!” I growled as my hips rose up and my cock emptied into her. “Oh, f*ck me…”

My arms went around her, and I brought her head down to my chest as I leaned back on the pillows. My arms were aching from holding her up, and my back was complaining about being in that position too long, but the rest of me felt good enough that I just didn’t give a shit. Round three had been almost as good as round one.

“I thought you were supposed to roll over and fall asleep afterwards,” Tria commented, still panting.

“I probably will now,” I said.

“That’s probably best.”

“Are you sore?” I asked, feeling like a jerk for not asking before.

“Not really,” Tria said. “It feels…different. Kind of weird but not sore. I’m tired, though.”

“It’s late,” I said for no particular reason. It was obviously f*cking late. Hell, the sun was going to come up before too long. I kissed the top of her head. “Go to sleep.”

“Are you going to pounce on me in my sleep?” she asked with a giggle.

The giggle shook my softened cock right out of her, which felt both good and really strange at the same time. I’d have to make her laugh while I was f*cking her to see what that was like.

“Oh, probably,” I said with a shrug. “Maybe not tonight—you’ve worn me out. Tomorrow is anyone’s bet.”

More giggling.

I ran my hand up and down her back a few times as she snuggled against my chest and let out a long sigh. Reaching down with one hand, I pulled the blanket up over both of us, pressed my lips to her hair once more—she still smelled f*cking fantastic—and closed my eyes.

It had been a damn good first date.

*****

“We might as well talk about it,” Tria insisted.

She had made those Swedish bean balls again, which had definitely become my favorite thing to eat on the weekends. I needed a good three days to get it all digested, especially when she used a little cream in the mashed potatoes.