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I laugh at the same time I stick up my hand and shoot Andrew the bird.
“Mom!” I lift my head at Junior’s yell. “Ally’s giving Trent the finger!”
“Mind your own business, boy!” Nick hollers back across the yard.
I stick my tongue out at Junior as he plops down onto a seat on the other side of the small fire in the burn pile.
“Mom!” he yells again, his eyes dancing in the firelight. “Ally just stuck her tongue out at me!”
Chris appears at his side, playfully tugging a piece of his long hair. For the last two years, he’s fought with his parents on getting it cut. He says he wants to grow it out like Jase.
“Maybe if you’d stop tattling on her, she wouldn’t need to stick her tongue out at you.”
“But it’s fun.”
Chris snorts with an eyeroll while the rest of us laugh.
Junior was named after his father, Nick, but everyone started calling him Junior when he was a toddler. He looks just like his dad, except for the red hair he gets from his mother, Chris. We like to pick on Nick, saying Junior is secretly Andrew’s kid because he likes to joke around like him, just in a more innocent way.
Mika walks over to our small group and Junior jumps up from his chair.
“Here, you can have my seat.”
I fight back my smile as I watch the flustered boy look at Mika with adoration.
“Thanks, Junior.”
I don’t have to see it to know Mika’s cheeks are flushed from the attention Junior is giving her. It’s cute watching the two around each other. I can already see a budding relationship forming between them.
A yawn suddenly grips me before I can stop it. Trent gets to his feet, taking me with him.
“It’s time to say goodnight.”
“Fine.” I wiggle for him to put me down.
I go to each person and tell everyone goodnight. We’re leaving early in the morning to head back to Ashlyn and Dillon’s. It’s silly that I have to fight back tears. If everything goes according to plan, I’m going to see everyone in a few weeks. But after going from seeing them daily to only seeing them once in a month, it’s hard to hold back my emotions.
Chris, Mia, and Bailey announce that they’ll take care of clean up before they leave, even though I told them I would do it before we left in the morning. My foot catches on a rock on the way to the back door and before I can fall, Trent scoops me up into his arms. I snuggle against him and press a kiss against his neck.
He kicks the bedroom door closed after we enter and doesn’t set me down until we’re at the foot of the bed. I grab the bottom of my shirt to lift over my head, but he brushes my hands aside.
“I’ll do it.”
I silently watch him as he takes my shirt and bra off. His eyes linger on my breasts a moment before he drops to his knees. He gently tugs down my shorts and panties, lifting each foot free from the clothes. Leaning forward, he presses a soft kiss on my stomach before getting to his feet.
I reach over for Trent’s shirt I wore last night as my night shirt, but again, he stops me.
“Get in bed,” his says, his voice gruff.
My belly dips and warmth pools between my legs at the look in his eyes. I crawl up on the bed and lay on my side facing him. I stare as he flips on the lamp on the nightstand and goes to turn off the overhead light. Coming back to the bed, he yanks his shirt off over his head, dropping it to the floor. His pants and boxer briefs are next. I only get a second of seeing his gloriously naked body before he’s climbing into bed to lay down beside me. I roll to my back when he leans on his elbow.
“You doing okay?” he asks, sliding his hand up my arm to rest against my neck.
“Yeah,” I whisper. “I’m perfect.”
A smile touches his lips. “That you are.”
Dropping his head, he settles his lips over mine in a sweet and slow kiss. I love all of Trent’s kisses, but I especially love his tender and leisurely ones.
I wrap my arms around his neck and tug him closer. When I feel him move, my legs fall open so he can settle between them. His hard cock bumps against my wet pussy, and he rocks his hips back and forth, sending delicious shivers throughout my body.
When he notches the tip at my opening, I arch my body, ready for him to slide inside. He does, not stopping until he’s in as far as he can go. A low moan leaves my lips at the feel of him filling my body.
He takes one of my hands from around his neck and laces our fingers together, setting them both just above my head. Using his other hand, he grabs the back of my thigh and brings it higher up his hip and holds it there. Our faces are only inches apart and we stare into each other’s eyes as we make slow and passionate love to each other.
