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CHAPTER 23

B EN

I’m not sure I could be any hotter than I am right now. Not in a good way.

Emily is moving into Fitz’s house today since hers just sold and she only had two weeks to vacate, clearly not enough time to find a new place. Most of our friend group is here to help.

Jack and I wrestle one of Emily’s queen size mattresses up the stairs. This fucker is heavy as hell.

“Hell, Em. Did you have to pick the hottest day in July to move?” Jack teases.

“Hey,” Annie scolds him, “don’t be mean to my friend.”

“Yeah, and July second isn’t the hottest day. Usually it’s July eighteenth,” Shayna adds. She shrugs like everyone should know that.

“Seriously, how do you know so much useless information?” I grunt out.

Before Shayna can respond, the front door opens. Trina walks in and sets a box on the floor. “You need me to get your end, Benjamin?” Her tone is teasing, but not sarcastic like she used to be with me. I look over my shoulder and she’s got a devilish grin as she watches us struggle with the mattress.

Goddamn, she’s beautiful in cut-off jeans and a tank top, her blonde locks pulled up in a messy bun on her head.

I’m so caught up in looking at her, I almost stumble on the stairs. I force myself to turn my attention back to the job at hand. Falling now would be painful for my body and my pride.

I decide to build on her playful mood. “You’re hilarious. It’s easy for you ladies to judge when you’re sitting pretty down there with your boxes of towels to carry.” The women laugh, including Trina, because even though my back is to them, I’d know that gorgeous sound anywhere. Fuck, with all she has going on, it’s been too long since I’ve heard her laugh.

“Hey, less talking and more lifting, bro,” Jack complains. Even from my spot below him, I can see sweat trickling down Jack’s left temple. At least it’s not just me.

“Isn’t he so hot?” Annie says to the other women.

“Thanks, babe,” Jack calls out to her.

Newlyweds…

After another minute of fighting the mattress, we take another break, and I glance down at the women. They’re fucking eating popsicles as they sit on the ground watching us, amused expressions on their faces.

“Seriously? They get popsicles?”

Another burst of humid air rushes into the house and I turn to see Fitz and Finn carrying the other mattress in. They move behind the women and pause, placing their mattress on the ground while they wait for Jack and me to finish with ours.

We get back to work and now just have to clear the turn at the top of the stairs. As I attempt to bend the end of the mattress to get it through the space, I lose my tight grip on the side of it. The rebound of the mattress flings me into the banister, and I grunt, more from frustration than actual pain. Finally, we reach the top and place the mattress on the floor, leaning it against the cedar banister Fitz has bordering the catwalk around his upstairs.

Sweat is rolling off my forehead and into my eyes, so I lift the bottom edge of my T-shirt and pull it up to wipe my face and neck. When I drop it, I instinctively look down, my eyes searching for Trina. My eyes always find her in any room she’s in. It’s like something in me recognizes she’s near and starts looking for her. I’m pleased to see her wide-eyed and her mouth open ever so slightly as she’s watching me. When she makes eye contact with me, I can’t help but smirk at her. Just then, I realize there’s no feeling as amazing as finding your accidental wife checking you out and clearly enjoying the view.

I swear I hear her mutter “Asshole” under her breath.

“Excuse us, ladies,” Finn says. Then he and Fitz saunter past the women with the second mattress. It’s annoying as shit how much easier of a time they have getting it up the stairs compared to me and Jack.Show-offs.

When everything is finally moved in, there’s still a few hours before we plan to eat dinner, so we all head down to Fitz’s private lake. Once there, Finn and Jack set up chairs and each grab a beer before sitting down to relax and the women walk to the other end of the lake to swim. Meanwhile, Fitz and I prepare our fishing rods and cast our lines out into the water.

I take fishing seriously. Usually. Today, though, it’s not even a close second place for my attention. Over the next few hours, I’m too caught up in watching my secret wife come in and out of the water several times in a teal blue bikini she’s completely rocking. Damn, it’s a sight to see.

When it’s time to head back to Fitz’s house for dinner, I volunteer to walk over and tell the ladies. I’m so glad I do because when I get there, I’m graced with seeing Trina more relaxed than I’ve seen her in weeks—since before the photographs arrived. And that, that right there, makes this day absolutely perfect.

As we all walk back, Trina and I linger well behind everyone else.

“You were killing me in that bikini today, Trina. You’re so fucking beautiful it hurts.”

She chuckles and her cheeks blush a rosy pink. “Whatever. I was too far away for you to get a good look.”

“Ah, you underestimate my perfect vision. I saw enough to make me have to hide a hard on from the guys.”

She turns her head and looks down at my groin, making me laugh.

“I don’t have one now. But I will if you keep looking at him.” She rolls her bright blue eyes, and I smile.

“You’re ridiculous. Your penis is not a conscious being. You don’t need to call it ‘him’.”

Loving the playful look on her face, I grin. “Hey,” I pause and cover my cock with my hands. She watches the movement. “You’re going to hurt his feelings.”

Trina howls with laughter so loud that it causes a few glances back at us.

“Nothing to see here,” I yell to our friends.

We spend the rest of the walk debating why I should and shouldn’t call my dick ‘him.’ And fuck if I don’t fall more in love with Trina when she lets this playful side of her shine through.

After we’re treated to a delicious dinner of stuffed manicotti, courtesy of Emily, we all go out to Fitz’s deck overlooking his woods. Trina walks over to the railing and leans forward, scanning the tree line. Fitz joins her while the rest of us sit a few feet away, having side conversations. I don’t mean to eavesdrop, but it happens anyway.

“You look more serene than I’ve seen you in weeks, Tri. Maybe I need to remind my neighbor you want first dibs when he’s ready to sell,” Fitz says. He bumps her shoulder with his.

Trina chuckles. “I’m pretty sure serene has never been a word used to describe me before, but I’ll take it. God, I wish he’d sell. I love it out here. Though I’m not sure I’d be up for the type of rehab you had to do here at your place.”

“That’s what you’ve got me for. You gotta get something out of this friendship,” Fitz teases.

“You mean besides all the talks where we pour our hearts out to each other and share our deepest hopes and dreams?” she deadpans.

Fitz chuckles. “Yep, besides that.”

They continue talking, but I let my mind drift, thinking about how I never knew Trina wanted to live in a setting like this. I tuck that information back into my brain for future reference and force my attention to the conversation on my other side, where Finn and Jack are talking about sports and who they think is looking good in baseball this season.

After we decide to call it a night, we all say our goodbyes and make our way to our cars. When Trina climbs into my SUV, I feel the eyes of our friends on us and turn to see shocked expressions on all of their faces.I suspect everyone is just realizing we drove together since they were all already here when we arrived.

Trina hisses, “Get in the car, Benjamin. We aren’t some freak show for their amusement.” She tries to have some bite to her tone, but there’s an underlying amusement there as well.

As I climb into the driver’s seat, Trina already in her seat with the door closed, I hear Emily say to Shayna, “Holy shit, she’s even letting him drive.”

Trina’s huff tells me she heard it, too.

I’m pretty sure nothing could sour the amazing mood I’m in as I shut my door and drive to Trina’s house. When I pull into the garage and press the remote to shut the door, Trina tosses her head back on the car seat and lets out a low groan.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I’m just… just…”

“Just what, babe?” I ask, confused.

She lifts her head and turns to me, then whispers something I can’t make out.

“Come again?”

Trina huffs and turns to me. “I’m horny. That annoys me be?—”

Before she can finish, I’m leaning over her, kissing her with all I’ve got, and the needy whimper that escapes her gorgeous mouth makes my dick twitch.

“Let me get you inside and we’ll?—”

“No,” she says around my mouth, her hands gripping my hair and pulling me closer. “Here. Fuck me here first.” She pulls back and looks me in the eye. “Please.”

I stare into her gorgeous eyes, and I want to give her whatever she desires.

“Do you want to ride me? Or do you want me to be on top?”

“Me. On top,” she pants out.

I waste no time moving back to my seat and I slide my shorts down, then pull the lever to recline my seat a little. As I look over at Trina, her shorts and panties are already off and she’s pulling her top off. I watch as she climbs over the console and onto my lap, straddling me with her knees bent and her beautiful ass resting on her heels. When I reach between her legs, I nearly come with how wet she is. It makes me moan—loud—and she smiles as she slides her drenched, hot pussy over my aching cock.

“Fuck.” I groan, and she takes all of me into her amazing body.

She moves achingly slow, and I begin to move with her, but she stops. “Ben, let me… let me ride you. You stay still and…” She hesitates, looking down. I squeeze her hips a little to encourage her and she looks up at me again. “Let me fuck you and I want you to watch.” Her last words are so sultry that I’ve never been more turned.

“Jesus, babe. Could you be any fucking hotter? Go ahead, sweetness. Ride me. I’d love to watch you as you fuck my cock.”

She smiles and blushes a little as she moves. Slow and deep at first, then faster, falling down on me harder each time. It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen.

“Can I touch your nipples?” I whisper, dying to get my hands on her.

She grins at me, licking her lips and focusing her gaze on me. “No, you’re only allowed to watch. Do you want to watch me touch them?”

I moan. “Fuck yes, I do.”

She lifts her hands to cup her breasts, and I nearly come then.

“Christ, you’re so fucking sexy. Can you pinch your nipples for me? Please?” I beg.

Trina does as I ask, and I nearly come then and there as I watch her apply pressure to each nipple with her thumb and index finger. She picks up her pace as she fucks my throbbing cock, squeezing it with the walls of her pussy.

“Pinch harder,” I say.

She does just like I tell her, moaning so loudly I don’t think I can take anymore.

“Please, babe. Let me take over on your beautiful tits or let me touch your hips to help you fuck me. Please, something. I’m begging you.”

The smile on her face tells me she’s pleased with my words. “My nipples. You can take over on them,” she pants.

She slips off me and I groan loudly in protest until she turns herself to face the front windshield and slides her wet, hot pussy back down on my dick. I unhook her bra and guide the straps down her shoulders, then reach my hands around her to cup her tits. I work her nipples, flicking, caressing, pinching as she rides my cock with all the strength she has.

“Jesus, fuck” I cry out. “How close are you, babe?” I ask as I clamp down on her nipples—hard.

“So close,” she moans.

“Come for me, baby. Come hard for me on my cock. Now.” I squeeze her nipples extra hard, the way I know she likes.

She roars out in pleasure as her pussy clenches around my thick, steel hard cock, drawing out my orgasm. Nothing, absolutely nothing, has ever felt better in my life.

We ride out our orgasms together and, when she’s spent, she slips off my cock, collapsing back into my chest. We lie like that, God only knows how long, basking in the amazing afterglow of the hottest sex I’ve ever had.

* * *

TRINA

I stretch out like a cat as I wake up from my nap, only opening my eyes when my right hand hits something hard.

“What the hell?” I mutter to myself. My eyes open and I’m staring at the dashboard and windshield of Ben’s SUV.

My body moves with the vibrations of a laugh—Ben’s laugh—from underneath me.

“You finally awake, sweetness?” His voice is gravelly, and it causes a tingling in my core.His hands grip my hips possessively.

“What’s happening?” I ask, my voice raspy and dry. I look down and realize I’m naked on my lower half.

“You fell asleep after we… well, after. I didn’t have the heart to wake you to go inside, so I figured I’d wait it out.”

“What?” I whisper. “Shit, I’m sorry. You must be so achy.”

“Nah, I don’t mind. It was the perfect way to spend the last hour,” Ben says as he places a gentle kiss on my neck.

“An hour? Oh, my God.”

Ben chuckles. I lean forward and turn my head to look at him. His eyes are glistening with joy and he’s smiling as he lifts his left hand to brush some stray hairs from my face.

“Trina, I’m serious. I literally wouldn’t want to have spent the last hour any other way.”