was made of shipping containers. It may have been filled with car and motorcycle parts, but it was clean and beautifully decorated, just another thing I’d never have expected from Trask.
In high school, he could barely keep his shirt tucked in. I often brought his homework to school with me so that he wouldn't lose it before he had to turn it in. I loved leaving him notes in his locker that said things like, “Don’t lose this in the fifteen feet from here to trig.”
I could only think that the military had straightened him out. I smiled as I walked through his place. The kitchen was just as neat and tidy. It was wall-to-wall stainless steel. The fridge handles were part of a motorcycle. The brake handles, maybe?
I shook my head and began to open cabinets, looking for coffee. I found it below the counter and started the coffee maker. Leaning back against the countertop, I closed my eyes, listening to the water boil. The aroma filled the kitchen, and I took the invigorating scent in.
Even before the water had completely made it into the carafe, I switched the pot out for a Harley Davidson mug. Once it was full, I swapped them back. The black liquid steamed, and it warmed my hands as I held the mug. There was no milk in the fridge. There was almost nothing in there at all, so I only put sugar into my coffee.
I was taking a shallow sip when I heard Trask clearing his throat. I looked down the hallway and saw him almost dragging his body toward me. In high school, I would have felt embarrassment to see someone, even my boyfriend walking naked through a house. Ten years later, I took in the sight of his hard body. His tattoos covered his arms and chest, and I smiled.
His head hung down as he came closer. He was like a zombie searching for brains, except he was looking for coffee. I thought that was what he wanted, anyway. I was wrong.
Trask reached for the coffee mug in my hand. He finally looked up, and I saw a devilish smile on his face. He slammed the mug down on the counter, and I was in his grasp. He lifted me and spun around. I laughed when he growled at me and kissed my neck. Trask was pulling me back to the bedroom.
He carried me like a caveman with his prize, and at the end of the hallway, he pulled me into the bathroom. He kicked the door closed from behind before he set me down. I felt so absolutely taken.
I watched him fire up the shower, and it wasn’t long before steam was filling up the small room. Trask was already naked, but he pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. I watched the muscles in his back twist and knot as he slid my panties down. His tattoos seemed to come alive as he lowered himself to his knees before me.
My heart raced. The Trask I had known in high school was a wonderful sexual partner, but he didn’t have that confidence and force I wanted from a lover. Now I was in awe of him. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he took it. He knew exactly what I needed, and he gave it.
He stood up, lifting me around the waist as he did. Trask carried me into the shower, and let me slide down his wet body until my toes touched the tiles. As the hot water began to soak my hair, I broke the silence.
“What are you going to do?”
“Hmm?” Trask ran his hands down my body, following the curve of my waist down to my hips.
I smiled, trying to hold my body steady as his fingers touched my sensitive skin. “About the drug dealer. What’s your plan?”
Trask turned and grabbed a bar of soap behind him. It was beside a bottle of shampoo, the only other thing in the shower. Bachelor pad to the extreme. He worked the bar in his hands, lathering them up.
“I’m going to ask them very nicely to forgive Nick’s debts.” I stared at him through the layers of steam rising and swirling around us. “What?” He gave me hurt look, like a child when he doesn’t get his way.
“You’re going to ask them?” I knew he was toying with me, but I had to play his game to actually hear
In high school, he could barely keep his shirt tucked in. I often brought his homework to school with me so that he wouldn't lose it before he had to turn it in. I loved leaving him notes in his locker that said things like, “Don’t lose this in the fifteen feet from here to trig.”
I could only think that the military had straightened him out. I smiled as I walked through his place. The kitchen was just as neat and tidy. It was wall-to-wall stainless steel. The fridge handles were part of a motorcycle. The brake handles, maybe?
I shook my head and began to open cabinets, looking for coffee. I found it below the counter and started the coffee maker. Leaning back against the countertop, I closed my eyes, listening to the water boil. The aroma filled the kitchen, and I took the invigorating scent in.
Even before the water had completely made it into the carafe, I switched the pot out for a Harley Davidson mug. Once it was full, I swapped them back. The black liquid steamed, and it warmed my hands as I held the mug. There was no milk in the fridge. There was almost nothing in there at all, so I only put sugar into my coffee.
I was taking a shallow sip when I heard Trask clearing his throat. I looked down the hallway and saw him almost dragging his body toward me. In high school, I would have felt embarrassment to see someone, even my boyfriend walking naked through a house. Ten years later, I took in the sight of his hard body. His tattoos covered his arms and chest, and I smiled.
His head hung down as he came closer. He was like a zombie searching for brains, except he was looking for coffee. I thought that was what he wanted, anyway. I was wrong.
Trask reached for the coffee mug in my hand. He finally looked up, and I saw a devilish smile on his face. He slammed the mug down on the counter, and I was in his grasp. He lifted me and spun around. I laughed when he growled at me and kissed my neck. Trask was pulling me back to the bedroom.
He carried me like a caveman with his prize, and at the end of the hallway, he pulled me into the bathroom. He kicked the door closed from behind before he set me down. I felt so absolutely taken.
I watched him fire up the shower, and it wasn’t long before steam was filling up the small room. Trask was already naked, but he pulled the t-shirt up and over my head. I watched the muscles in his back twist and knot as he slid my panties down. His tattoos seemed to come alive as he lowered himself to his knees before me.
My heart raced. The Trask I had known in high school was a wonderful sexual partner, but he didn’t have that confidence and force I wanted from a lover. Now I was in awe of him. He knew exactly what he wanted, and he took it. He knew exactly what I needed, and he gave it.
He stood up, lifting me around the waist as he did. Trask carried me into the shower, and let me slide down his wet body until my toes touched the tiles. As the hot water began to soak my hair, I broke the silence.
“What are you going to do?”
“Hmm?” Trask ran his hands down my body, following the curve of my waist down to my hips.
I smiled, trying to hold my body steady as his fingers touched my sensitive skin. “About the drug dealer. What’s your plan?”
Trask turned and grabbed a bar of soap behind him. It was beside a bottle of shampoo, the only other thing in the shower. Bachelor pad to the extreme. He worked the bar in his hands, lathering them up.
“I’m going to ask them very nicely to forgive Nick’s debts.” I stared at him through the layers of steam rising and swirling around us. “What?” He gave me hurt look, like a child when he doesn’t get his way.
“You’re going to ask them?” I knew he was toying with me, but I had to play his game to actually hear
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