Page 2 of Forever His (The Donovans: Secret Son #6)

She loved the sound of her name on his lips and so she continued until he’d tossed his head back in ecstasy.

That’s when she sat up, leaning her head forward to lick along his length in slow, wet, intervals.

His hands were instantly in her hair, grasping the long strands and wrapping them around so that he now had a tight grip.

“Don’t toy with me,” he told her. “You know better.”

She did know better, Tia thought with an inward sigh.

She knew exactly how her man liked it and what was going to totally set him off.

That’s why she licked him again, slowly at the base, rising up to the tip.

When she finally wrapped her mouth around him and took him in so deep she had to relax her throat muscles to breathe easily, he cried out, “Dammit! Dammit! You’re a very naughty girl! ”

That was all he said before he moved her head in sync with his hips, before he was so close to coming every muscle in his body had gone tense.

That’s when Tia pulled away, releasing his length with an audible pop.

Trent moved fast then, pushing her back against the couch and lifting her legs to rest on his shoulders.

“Look at me,” he told her.

She did.

“I love you,” he said as he thrust deeply inside of her.

“I know,” she sighed, letting his thickness completely fill her. “And I love you.”

Trenton Donovan

“Is it time to wake up already?” Trent groaned as he felt Tia slip out of his arms.

He’d held her tightly to him all night. When she moved, he moved. If she turned, he turned. No matter what her position, he was not letting her go.

There were reasons for his behavior, first and foremost because she was the love of his life.

She was also the mother of his son. Together, for Trent, they completed him in a way he’d never realized he needed to be completed.

He’d thought he was perfect—well not without flaws—but not needing anyone or anything else to make him better either. Until he’d met Tia.

As if that moment hadn’t been life altering enough for him, things just continued to happen.

It was the way of the world, he supposed.

As long as the earth kept spinning and people kept living, there would be trials and tribulations.

His job had been to either prevent or put an end to some of those instances.

Life as a Navy SEAL had led him to some deep dark places in this world and had given him a sense of purpose and meaning.

He’d been trained to kill with or without weapons.

His agility and mentality had been tested and he’d passed with flying colors.

To some, he would be considered the ultimate weapon.

Still, in the past few weeks Trent had begun to feel like nothing he’d been prepared for was about to happen.

It began with the dreams—he felt like he was too old to call them nightmares.

Despite all of the war ravaged worlds he’d traveled to and the death he’d seen and sometimes had no other option but to cause, nothing scared or continued to scar him more than the nightmares.

The first one had come just days after sitting at a dining room table and listening to his father admit that he’d not only been unfaithful to his mother, but that a child had been born and kept a secret as well.

Thankfully, the child was not Henry’s. That was now Uncle Bernard’s burden to bare.

But the events were set in motion by Henry’s betrayal.

His father. The man who Trent had looked up to all of his life.

Henry had been everything to Trent—father, friend, disciplinarian, and confidant.

He’d taught Trent how to take a fall on his bike after Linc had attempted to show him how to ride it in the first place.

He was the first to explain the game of football to Trent and when Trent was on the high school team, Henry had been in the stands watching at every game.

There was no business deal, no meeting, no emergency trip that ever kept Henry from showing up and cheering Trent on.

When it came time to go into the military, Henry had been the one to keep Beverly calm, telling her that this was what Trent needed to do.

His support for Trent had always been unwavering.

Trent loved and respected his father and appreciated all that Henry had ever done for him.

Until the moment Trent looked at Henry and saw the truth in his eyes.

Henry Donovan had cheated on his wife Beverly. He’d also lied to his children for years, not only about the affair, but the child.

Now, Roslyn Ausby was on a rampage, her heart having been broken by Henry too many years ago to count.

She was hurting people and arranging for people to be hurt and or killed.

If Trent hadn’t believed those allegations against her before, he certainly did the moment he received the call that his parents’ home in Pahranagat Valley, ninety miles north of Las Vegas, the place where Trent had grown up and still visited quite regularly, had been burned to the ground.

“Trent?” Tia was saying. “Did you hear what I said?”

She was standing beside the bed now, staring down at him with that look she gave Trevor when she was daring their son to lie to her.

“I didn’t. Sorry, I must have fallen back to sleep.”

Safe, he thought when she only nodded and went back to combing her hair in front of the mirror. He propped himself up on the pillows and watched her.

“I’m going to drop Trevor off at school and then I have a meeting downtown. I might stop by Camille’s office to see if she’s available for lunch. We almost have enough designs for a full line so I want to discuss where we’ll go from there.”

Tia was talking and Trent was staring. He was listening too, this time, because he wasn’t a fool.

But he was also watching his wife. He loved to see her get dressed, from the way she cupped her breasts when putting on her bra to the moment she slid nylons up her long legs.

Simply sexy. Today, however, she wasn’t wearing any nylons, just a dress that came to her ankles and high heeled sandals.

The dress was purple and hugged her breasts like gloves.

She’d pulled her hair back and fashioned it in a high ponytail.

Now, she was putting on make-up. She didn’t need it, he’d thought that from the day he’d fallen in love with watching her eat.

Now, after seeing her in child birth, late at night and early in the mornings, he believed it with more certainty, there was nothing that could make her more beautiful than she already was.

“There might even be a show,” Tia continued to talk.

Trent cleared his throat and figured he’d better join in on this conversation at some point or she was going to get suspicious.

“That’ll be great,” he said. “Have you already called Apollo to let him know what your schedule is?”

She looked at him through the mirror. Another look that Trent knew well.

This was the one that said “do I look like I don’t know what I’m doing?

” Still, he was going to remind her about communicating with her bodyguard.

Now, more than ever it was important that Tia and Trevor were well guarded at all times.

“Of course. I sent him a text when I woke up. He’s probably waiting downstairs for breakfast right along with Potter,” she said. “Which means you should get up and go feed them both.”

Trent didn’t argue because he wanted a few minutes alone with Apollo.

He wanted to make sure the man was on guard and that he had updated photos of Roslyn and Jaydon.

Trent was taking no chances with his family.

He pushed back the sheets and pulled on the sweatpants he’d peeled off in order to make love to his wife.

Slipping his feet into Lakers slippers because Trevor had a matching pair, he walked over to where his wife still stood.

“Whatever you say, madam,” he said before kissing her right on the lips.

She pushed him back. “Trent, you always do that the minute I put my lipstick on.”

He shrugged as he moved towards the bathroom. “So don’t put it on. I told you that stuff’s unnecessary anyway.”

“It completes the package,” she replied and began stroking the color over her lips again.

“It just gets in my way. Kind of like that thing you had on last night. It was hot and I can see a guy getting instantly aroused when he sees his woman in it, so you got something there. But for me, I just wanted it off of you.”

He was standing in the bathroom doorway now, staring back at her. She turned and folded her arms over her chest. “I knew you were going to take it off. I just like sharing my work with you.”

Trent nodded, his chest swelling with pride. “I love you sharing your work with me…and only me.” He grinned at her and she blew him an air kiss.

“Hurry up and get downstairs. I have to go debate today’s outfit with your son. You would think he was the model in the family,” Tia told him.

“He could be, ‘cause he’s got his daddy’s good looks,” he said as she was on her way out of the room.

“Yeah, and his daddy’s big ego too,” she said before chuckling and leaving him alone.

Trent was smiling as he brushed his teeth and washed his face and hands.

He was still smiling as he made his way down the back stairs that led directly to the kitchen.

Tia had been right. Potter, the English Bulldog that Trevor had gotten over a year ago as a puppy and named after that Harry Potter movie he watched as religiously as a child twice his age, was leaning his massive body against the back door.

“Waiting for something?” Trent asked jokingly.

The look the dog gave him said “Not funny. Hurry the hell up.”

When Trent opened the door to let him out, Apollo appeared. Trent wasn’t caught off guard because he knew the former Marine would be there.

“Top of the morning to ya,” Apollo said.

He was a six foot tall guy who looked like and was built the same way as The Rock, but spoke with a heavy French accent courtesy his mother and being born and raised in Toulouse.

“Watch out for my dog,” Trent told him with a nod as Potter pushed right past the guy in an effort to move off the travertine tiled porch, over to the grass where he could do his business.

“That’s not a dog, it’s a little person,” Apollo quipped.

“Yeah, he thinks so too.”

It was a picture perfect California morning with the cornflower blue sky and bright sunshine. Palm trees stood tall and looked low and the waves crashed against the rocks a short distance from the house.

“I’m going to text you updated pictures of Roslyn and Jaydon. I want you to keep a close eye out for either one of them,” Trent began when he and Apollo had walked away from the house as well.

Apollo nodded his bald head. “Dev sent them to me earlier. He also sent the complete employment file for Jaydon. I didn’t know she’d worked for your family.”

“Yeah,” Trent said with a tight nod. “She did. She also used to be married to my cousin Parker. So she’s been around us for a long time.”

Watching them. Getting to know them. Setting them up, Trent decided. She was a sneaky bitch just like her mother.

“Dev’s got guys combing Nevada for that Roslyn woman. He doesn’t think Jaydon’s there, but he’s not counting it out,” Apollo continued.

Dev had been with Trent when they found out Bailey had been taken.

It was only hours after they’d gotten the news that his parents’ house had burned down.

Trent didn’t know which of them seemed angrier.

What he did know, was that both of them were now out for blood.

Dev would never admit it, but he’d become attached to the Donovan family.

Through Trent he’d been invited to the family reunions, baby showers, weddings.

Now, it seemed Dev was just there, more often than not, without an invitation.

Trent was glad. He’d worked closely in the field with Dev for years.

They were both SEALs and they were friends.

Even when Trent had come out of the military, Dev had stayed in, but he’d made sure he was close for whenever Trent needed him.

“I’m going to catch up with him sometime today. We need to go over everything he’s found,” Trent said.

“You think she’s still alive?”

Trent frowned. “She’d better be,” he replied. “If not, there’s no jail that I’m willing to put Roslyn or Jaydon in. There’s only one option for them.”

Apollo nodded. He knew the score and he was down for it.

“I’ll keep Tia and Trevor close. You don’t have to worry about that. York loves kids and Trevor likes talking to him about planes. So he’s going to meet me this morning at Trevor’s school. He’ll stay with him and I’ll go with Tia. I’ll have them back home to you safe and sound as soon as possible.”

“Good.” Trent said tightly and watched as Potter took his sweet time waddling back towards the house. “If anything ever happened to them—” his voice trailed off as he remembered his nightmare.

“It won’t,” Apollo insisted. “I won’t let it.”