Adrenaline (Speed Series Book 2)(7)

As I opened the door, I heard Adaline laugh. “Bye, Malcolm!”

I spent the rest of the night trying to forget how I felt being around Emmit and Adaline. Trying desperately to ignore the pain in my chest as I longed for what they had. Trying to forget as I f*cked some girl in the back seat of my truck who I picked up at a bar.





TREY HAD SLIPPED OUT OF bed earlier and took a shower while I laid there and stared out my oversized window. The guilt of last night washed over me like a wave of nausea. I rolled over as the sheet slipped down, exposing me more than I wanted.

Trey turned and smiled. It was a beautiful smile and I wished like hell it did something more to me, but it didn’t. I read in all those damn romance books how your heart is supposed to fall or stupid butterflies flutter in your stomach.

Bullshit.

None of that had ever happened to me.

When he dropped the towel he had wrapped around his waist, something did happen. My lower stomach pooled with heat as I licked my lips.

“Good morning,” he softly spoke.

My eyes lit up at the sound of his voice as I pulled the sheet down, exposing my naked body to him. “Not yet it isn’t.”

His smile grew as he crawled onto the bed and kissed me sweetly. I wasn’t used to guys hanging around the morning after. Not like I had a revolving door of men coming and going. I’d slept with about six different guys my entire life. None of them I shared any kind of relationship with.

All men wanted the same thing.

Sex.

Of course I had had plenty of fun with plenty of guys. If they were willing to get me off in the corner of a club, or in my car, I was more than up for it. Anything to numb the emptiness I felt in my heart. Sex was saved for when I really needed to forget life.

Wrapping my arms around him, I pulled him on me and quickly forgot about my guilt as my legs hooked around the back of his.

“Condom,” I spoke against his lips as he grabbed one off the side table and sheathed himself.

He pushed in as we both let out a moan. Slowly he made love to me. It was different. It was nice. It was something I could learn to like. And that scared the hell out of me.

With his forehead leaning against mine, our breathing slowly returned to normal.

“I need to tell you I don’t normally go home with women like this.”

With a smile, I chewed on my lip. “I don’t normally bring guys home like this either.”

His amber eyes shinned a bit brighter as he kissed the tip of my nose; a sweet gesture that did nothing. I was positive it should have made me feel some kind of swoon moment.

Trey pulled out of me and removed the condom before lying down next to me. “Will you have breakfast with me?”

Pressing my lips together, I had to keep the panic feeling rising in my chest down as I rolled over on my side to face him. “Breakfast?” I asked with a smile.

“Yeah. And maybe after practice, dinner?”

My fingers moved lightly over his huge arm. Damn this guy was built like a rock. “What kind of practice?” His face pulled back in shock before it was replaced by a look of sheer bliss. His grin caused me to chuckle. “What’s with that smile?”

“You don’t know who I am?”

My heart dropped. Oh shit. Am I supposed to know him? Oh hell. Shit. Shit. Shit. What have I got myself into?

“Um . . . should I?”

He pulled my body closer to his as my hand went to his massive chest. “No. You have no idea how happy you just made with that simple answer, Paislie.”

I liked how Trey made me feel. Not many men made me feel like I was wanted for something other than money or sex. “So are you going to tell me why you thought I knew you?”

His smile faded for a brief second. “Promise it won’t change anything?”

Lifting my pinky finger up, I replied with, “I pinky promise.”

“Trey Rogers. I play for the Dallas Cowboys.”

My smile dropped and I pinched my eyebrows together as I let it sink in that I just had sex all night, and then again this morning, with the star running back of the Dallas Cowboys. “Does this mean I have to be a fan of the Cowboys now, ‘cause I’m more of a Texan’s fan,” I said as Trey let out a roar of laughter and pulled me on top of him.

“I like you, Paislie.”

As much as I didn’t want to say it . . . I forced it out as to not hurt Trey’s feelings. “I kind of like you too, Trey.”



Pushing the large doors open, I made my way into the old church. Dipping my fingers in holy water, I made the sign of the cross. My heart felt light and free as I walked further in. Bending on one knee, I slid down the wooden pew and quickly went to my knees.

Crossing my hands, I rested my forehead.

Please forgive me father for my weakness. Forgive me for desiring the needs my body selfishly craves.

“I thought I saw you walking in.”

Her voice pulled me from my prayer. Turning to look over my shoulder, I smiled when I saw Sister Elizabeth.

“Elizabeth,” I said as I pushed myself up and made my way to her. Dropping to my knees, I let my head fall.

“Child, why are you dropping to your knees before me? Stand up, Paislie.”

Doing as she said, I stood, took her hands in mine and kissed the back of them. “I’ve missed you, Sister Elizabeth.”