Page 126 of Dear Future Husband

I followed his movements, where his eyes landed as I revealed myself to him. That emerald stare gripped my throat. It caressed the rise and fall of my breathing, intensified on the now bare expanses of my skin. His hands went to the waistband of my pants. He tugged me to him so he could more easily plant kisses along my jawline, down my neck and across my shoulders.

“Is this what you want, May?” he asked into my burning skin, and I shuddered. He stopped then to look me in the eye as he waited. I was speechless, breathing too heavy, body boneless.

“I want you, Trey,” I began, not entirely coherent. “I want you to know me, all of me.”

He crushed his mouth against mine and lowered me back into his bed. “You’re so beautiful,” he hummed against my stomach, as he slowly undid my pants. He stood from the bed, slipping my jeans off with ease. Then his sweats were on the floor.

Trey was back above me, fingering the strap of my bra. “Sit up for me, please.”

I did, and Trey smirked as he undid the band. “So obedient,” he chuckled, and I glared up at him.

“Enjoy it while it lasts.”

His deep laughter rumbled through me. “Oh, I plan to.”

Together we learned, taught, and received every blissful touch, feeling, and movement. As Trey promised, he loved and learned every bit of me. In a rhythm and intensity that had us both diving over the edge of pure satiated contentment.

I was home, cradled against him under the covers, feeling every bit of his body against my exposed skin.

“Mayhem,” he said onto the back of my neck as he trailed a line of kisses along the tops of my shoulders.

“Hmm?”

He wrapped his arm around my waist, trying to pull me closer. “You’re endgame for me,” he breathed as he nipped at my ear.

“What does that mean?” I snorted.

He pressed a long kiss between my shoulder blades before lifting himself up on an elbow.

He hovered over me as he said, “It means I love you and I’ll always love you.” His forest green focus lined with glassy emotion as he brushed a stray hair from myface. “I’ve waited a long time to tell you that.”

I put a gentle hand on his cheek, brought him to me and I kissed him. I kissed him like I could kiss away the past, all the heartache and loneliness he faced, and keep him here with me. Keep him in this blissful moment of peace in one another’s embrace.

When we parted, I pressed my forehead against his and held him there as I whispered, “I love you too, Trey Turner. You’re my endgame too.”

38 Unforgettable

Trey + Maybelle

“You want to play some COD?” Williams asked in the doorway of my bedroom.

“Busy,” I tossed over my shoulder as I folded my laundry and placed them into my dresser drawers.

“With what?”

“Maybelle’s going to be here soon. I want my room clean before she gets here.”

“You know,” he sniffed. “I’m feeling extremely neglected by the both of you. Since you guys got together, there has been no time for me.” He clapped me on the back, and I rolled my eyes. “Whatever happened to bros before hoes?”

“Watch it,” I warned.

He let out a hearty chuckle. “Awe, my boy’s the overprotective, touchy type,” he teased. “Calm down, you know I have nothing but all the love and respect for little MandM.”

I quirked a brow. “MandM?”

He smacked his lips together. “Cute, huh? Came up with it myself. Speaking of which. MandM has been chilling in the living room with me and Larson for the last ten minutes.”

“And you’re just now telling me?” I flung the shortsI was folding haphazardly into the open drawer as I pushed past Williams, eager to see my girl.