Page 29 of Ordinary Secrets (Secrets Trilogy #1)

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TREY

Her light chestnut waves are sprawled out all over the grass. Her hands are clenched in the blanket beneath us. Her eyes are rolled back as her body trembles, taking every inch of me. This woman has never looked more irresistible.

She wraps around me perfectly—tight and dripping wet. Every time I thrust into her, she lets out the sexiest of moans. Arella could ask me to do anything for her right now, and I’d do it, no questions asked.

Every emotion running through me as I pump inside her is mine. The desire that shoots through my veins, the yearning in my heart, the need I feel to keep thrusting—all mine.

I’m close to the edge, but ending this too soon would be a tragedy. I’ve been waiting to have this moment with her for too long, and I’m not gonna ruin it by coming this fast. She feels so good though...

When my arms get tired of holding myself up, I lie on my side, facing her, and pull her leg over my shoulder. Easily, I find her damp opening again and slip back in. As every inch of me pushes its way through, my lungs lose air.

“Don’t stop,” she moans.

No worries, baby. I wasn’t planning to.

She arches her head back. “Yes. Harder.”

I obey, giving her what she wants. She screams as I thrust deeper into her, relentlessly rubbing her at the same time.

Harder.

Faster.

Harder.

Faster.

“Trey!”

I love hearing her scream my name as I watch myself disappear and reappear inside of her. Her breathless moans, her quivering hands, her curled toes. This is all I want to do—forever.

My will to hold back is dwindling. I need to release soon. I pull out to take a mini break, but Arella’s not having it.

She grabs my cock and strokes me into submission. “Come back.”

Breathlessly, I obey, climbing back on top of her, but I’m done being gentle. I drive into her so hard, she screams out. She keeps screaming as I pump, and pump, and pump.

“Come for me, baby,” I beg.

“I’m so close,” she half gasps, half moans.

That makes me almost erupt. I circle my fingers around her swollen clit over and over until, finally, her nails dig into my forearm and she shrieks. The sound of her orgasm is my sweet release. She pulsates around me as I pour into her.

Suddenly, it comes to me, clear as day. All her emotions rush through my mind. Arousal, gratification, relief. I sense her feelings for me, all desire, and need, and... something else. I drink in every second of it as I thrust one more time, groaning as I hammer every last drop inside her.

Then, as quickly as it came, it’s gone.

I collapse over her with an arm on either side of her face, careful not to crush her. My ear presses against her thrashing heart. A thin layer of sweat coats her body, sticking to my dry skin. Together, we pant hard, and we stay like this until our breaths slow.

She lets out a little gasp as I pull out. Flopping next to her, I stare up at the stars with my mind in disarray. I sensed her. Only for a few seconds, but I sensed her! How?

I gape at her, searching for an explanation. I will my mind power to work on her again. It doesn’t. She’s blank, like always, except... not always. How did that happen?

However it happened, I can’t try to figure it out now. My brain can’t process anything—not after that. It was crazy. The best I’ve ever had. Uncontrollable passion. It unearthed a deep intensity in my soul that I don’t know how to explain. All I know is that I was meant to be inside this woman.

“You didn’t pull out,” Arella says, interrupting my thoughts.

I pat my chest and gesture for her to scoot toward me. She does, nuzzling her head into the crook of my shoulder.

“You’re on birth control, right?” I don’t even pretend to sound concerned.

“Yeah.”

“And you’re consistent with it?”

“I have the implant.”

I give her a look that says, What the hell is that? I know nothing about Ordinary birth control options, except that they have pills and backup pills.

“It’s a little rod they stick into your arm, and it works for three years.”

There’s a Zordi version of that. I’m pretty sure Jess has it. “Is your three years up?”

“Not yet.”

“And the success rate is . . . ?”

“Over ninety-nine percent.”

“Sounds like we’re good.”

She makes a pfft sound . “That’s not the point.”

“Then what is?”

“The point is that you just came inside me, and you didn’t even know if I was on birth control or not. You’ve never even asked. What if I wasn’t?”

I’ve always been careful to use protection with Zordi women. Once, Jess tried to get me to fuck her without a condom. I’m a risk taker, but I’m not that much of a risk taker. One percent is still too high, and with my luck, I’d be part of that tiny statistic.

With Ordis, though, there’s no risk. I couldn’t have a baby with Arella even if the Zordinary fertility gods floated down from the fucking sky and sprinkled us with their golden baby dust.

I have no concerns, but if it’ll make Arella feel better... “How ’bout we get you some Plan B pills tomorrow?”

She nods firmly. “That would be great. And next time, let’s use a condom, just to be safe.”

“Okay.” I grin. “That means there’s a next time.”

The next morning, I wake with my limbs tangled around Arella’s body. It’s as if throughout my sleep, I wouldn’t allow her to get more than a breath away from me.

I still feel high from last night. When we got home, we had sex two more times before we finally passed out from exhaustion. I’m rested now, and more than ready for my next dose of her.

“Morning, angel,” I say when she stirs. Even when she’s rubbing the crust out of her eyes, she’s the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen.

“Morning, honey.”

For a few minutes, we cuddle as we go over the things we need to do today. Our two priorities are getting the backup pills and dropping off a “doctor’s note” for Arella’s daycare director. When Arella asks why we aren’t getting a real note, I make up some excuse about how the doctor had already written one but I misplaced it in the shuffle of getting her home from the ER.

“I suppose I wouldn’t want to bother that doctor again,” Arella says with her head over my shoulder.

“I’ll write you something that’s official-looking,” I say, still holding her close. “Besides, it’s not like your boss is gonna check up on it. If she does, there’s a medical record of you being at the hospital.”

Arella trails a finger down my abs, making my morning wood harder for her. “I suppose you have a point.”

“I’ve got an afternoon photo shoot with the band at a park, then rehearsal after that. You’re cool to come with me?”

“I’d love to.”

“Good. Now, before we start our day, I need to have you again.” My hands, which were caressing her shoulder, trail down to her luscious breasts.

“So have me.”

Those three little words are all I need to break through the ropes that were tying back my inner beast—the part of me that wants to tear her clothes apart and eat her up. My mouth doesn’t waste a second to suck in her nipple, and once again, we become a tangle of arms and legs.

Right before I’m about to enter her, she stops me and asks for one of those stupid condoms. I comply because I can’t stand to be outside her for much longer. Once I roll the rubber on, I return to where I belong—on top of her.

When she orgasms, her emotions rush through me the same way they did our three times last night. I soak up every second of it until it disappears.

Out of breath, I collapse at her side, gaping at her. Whatever immunity walls she keeps up somehow come tumbling down when I make her come. Is it only possible when she orgasms, or can this happen another way? What about the orgasm makes it possible for me to sense her? Why did this only start after we had sex? I’ve made her come before, and her emotions didn’t rush into my mind until last night. Is it only me this can happen with, or would it work with someone else?

I don’t know the answers to any of those questions or the other ninety-some racing through my mind. The only thing I know is that when my mission ends, there is no way in hell I’m letting her go.