Page 14 of Forever His (The Donovans: Secret Son #6)

Trent

It felt like a hot blade sinking into his chest. Trent couldn’t breathe.

He couldn’t think and he couldn’t see beyond the hazy blackness that had engulfed him. Tears streamed down his face, helplessness engulfed him and when he opened his mouth to scream his fury, no sound erupted.

She was gone and he was alone.

It was the moment he’d been dreading. It was the end.

His eyes opened quickly, breath whooshing out of him as he reacted on instinct, fists clenched and ready to fight.

He would fight whoever it was that had hurt her.

Wherever they were he would fight who had dared to take her from him, fight them to the death.

There was a sound and Trent turned in the direction from which it came, so quickly his neck cracked. He saw red and gritted his teeth.

With a sigh and a mumbled curse he realized the red he saw were the numbers on the alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beside the bed.

He was in his house, in his bed.

Turning over quickly and reaching out an arm, he sighed with relief when he felt the curve of Tia’s hip. For a few seconds he let his hand stay there, waiting, until he could feel the rhythm of her breathing. Then, and only then, did Trent breathe easily.

She was right here with him, in their bed, alive and safe.

Another deep breath which he let out slowly as he closed his eyes hating that the nightmare had struck once more. He should have held onto her, he berated himself. He should have never let her go.

Rolling over in the king size bed they shared, he gathered her in his arms, pulling her back until he could entwine his legs with hers and nuzzle his face in her neck.

She smelled like the jasmine scented soap she’d used in the bath.

He probably smelled like that too since he’d been in the tub with her and she’d bathed him after he’d had his way with her.

The thought had his body hardening instantly and Trent pulled back momentarily to remove his boxers.

Next to being wrapped around Tia as they slept, the next blissful memory of his life was when he was securely embedded in her.

That was the place where all his emotions, all his innermost thoughts about what he felt for this woman could be set free.

It was the time when there was no job, no family, no obstacles, only him and her.

Moving close to her again, he cupped her breast as he recalled that place, wanting desperately to be there once more. Kissing along the line of her neck he whispered her name, “Tia. Tia Donovan. I love you so much.”

She sighed and curved into his embrace.

His hand moved down her body pulling at the nightgown that was now twisted around her.

He yanked and tugged, until finally he’d pushed it all the way up.

She only had to lift her arms over her head and he could pull it off her completely.

She was naked now, still laying on her side and Trent kissed her shoulder.

He traced his tongue over her shoulder blade to her back, while his hand was at her front, kneading her breast tenderly.

She lifted a hand to cover his as it moved, soft moans escaping her mouth.

Trent continued to kiss down the line of her spine, moving down until his lips brushed along the curve of her ass.

He bit her there, just lightly, loving the gasp he heard from her when his teeth scraped over her skin.

He moved his hand from her breast then, gliding it down her side to her hip while he continued to drop moist kisses over her rounded cheeks.

Then he was kneading her ass, both his hands working each globe, his tongue gliding over them as his thirst for her grew intensely.

He lifted her leg then, moving so that he could have full access to the sweetness that he craved. When his tongue touched the moist folds of her center, Tia whispered his name, “Trent, baby. Please, Trent.”

“Yes, baby,” he murmured his tongue still extended, now licking over the tight bud of her clit and back until her sweet nectar dripped into his mouth.

He continued and she writhed beneath him.

His mind was full of her, her scent, her taste, Tia, pure and simple.

Rising over her, Trent held onto her leg, kissing her calf and then her ankle before placing it on his shoulder.

Tia worked out three times a week. She was in good shape and she was flexible as hell.

Trent thought that may have been the biggest benefit of her going to the gym.

With a little more adjusting the tip of his aching length was able to slip slowly inside of her.

“Trent,” she whispered.

“Yes, baby,” he replied.

Trent buried himself deeply inside her, closing his eyes to the euphoria that he was immediately ensconced in.

This was it, right here, in this place. There was nothing else, absolutely nothing else like it in the world.

With one hand on her ass and the other holding her leg he began moving in and out of her, slowly because the rhythmic in and out was like a symphony playing in his mind.

Every thrust and retreat was perfectly orchestrated. Her moans matched the melody.

His teeth nipped at her ankle as he continued to glide in and out of her.

She sucked him in deep every time, her honey coating his rod and dripping onto his sack.

Trent clenched his teeth, he closed and opened his eyes, tried to continue breathing so he wouldn’t pass out.

This was so good, so complete and so addictive.

She moved then, pulling slightly on her leg to signal she wanted to switch positions. Always ready to oblige her, Trent pulled out of her slowly and let her leg slide down to the bed. Tia rolled onto her back, spreading her legs and holding her arms out to him.

“Come here,” she said, her voice still husky from sleep. “Come here and make love to me.”

Trent didn’t speak, he only obeyed.

Moving between her legs he leveraged himself until he was once more gliding slowly into her waiting heat.

Tia immediately wrapped her arms and legs around him, locking him into that position.

She kissed the lobe of his ear, tracing her tongue along the outside and inside, essentially driving him crazy with lust at that point.

He moved with a slightly faster pace this time, still relishing every in and out pull, enjoying the sound of their bodies joining immensely.

“You’re mine,” Trent whispered into her ear when he felt his control slipping.

“Yes, Trent,” Tia replied as her thighs began to quiver around him. “I’m yours.”

“Forever,” he insisted, his thrusts growing faster at that point. “Forever.”

“Yes!” Tia yelled, just as Trent felt her body spasm beneath his. “Forever!”

He loved when she came. Her walls gripped him so tightly, her voice cracked with the intensity of the moment and her release coated every inch of his length. It never failed to spur on his own climax.

“Say it again!” he demanded as he thrust quickly in and out of her. His breathing was labored but nothing, not even a bomb going off outside of his house at this very moment was going to stop him. “Again!”

Pleasure rippled through every pore of his body. He’d braced himself on his elbows and felt each muscle in his body began to tense with the anticipation of release. His vision blurred, mind wrapping only around her and this bliss she offered him so completely.

“Forever, Trent! I’m forever yours!” she whispered and grabbed his face so that he would open his eyes and look at her.

“Forever,” she mouthed and Trent gasped.

He nodded his acceptance of her words and then cursed the moment his release took over.

The act emptied him completely, transferring everything that was inside of him that made him who he was, to her to do with as she pleased.

Despite what she’d said, Trent knew without a doubt that at this moment, she was wrong—he was forever hers.

“What the hell is this?” Dev roared as he barged into Trent’s home office. “How did they find out?”

It wasn’t even eleven o’clock on Saturday morning and already Trent’s office was filled with Linc, Adam, and his cousins Max and Ben.

Dev had ignored all of them, going straight to Trent’s desk and dropping what looked like a Vegas newspaper and two other tabloids onto Trent’s desk.

There was no need for Trent to read the headlines.

He already knew what they said because the same was in the L.A.

papers as well as on all the local and national news stations.

“That’s what we’re all trying to figure out,” Trent told him.

Dev looked around.

“You knew about this and you didn’t call or text me to let me know?” he asked Trent when he turned back to face him.

“We all woke up to the headlines,” Trent stated evenly, his gaze locked on Dev’s.

“When we saw it, we decided to meet here,” Linc added.

Dev nodded. “But you called or text each other to coordinate that, right?”

“Look, you were in Vegas following up on the search warrant. You told me you would handle that, so I let you handle it,” Trent replied.

“Did you find out anything, Devlin?” Linc asked.

Trent knew his older brother was trying to keep the peace. Linc didn’t know what was going on between him and Dev, but Trent was certain they were putting off their own tense vibes at the moment.

When Dev finally tore his gaze away from Trent, he looked at Linc.

“I got the make and model of the car Jaydon rented. The company has GPS tracking on all its vehicles, but since the warrant only specified office records, they wouldn’t do the trace.

Kyle’s working on that right now. He’s going to call me as soon as he gets the new warrant and the trace is done. ”

The last was said as Dev cast a glaring look at Trent.

Trent ignored the look and stood. Dev was clearly pissed off, but so was he. Either way they both knew they’d have to deal with their personal issues later.