Flip (Next Level Book 2)

I look up from the couch to check on Erin. She’s still sleeping. I’d love to take credit for knocking her out last night, fucking her so good she passed the fuck out, but I’m man enough to also admit she’s probably just exhausted and catching up on some Zzzs. I take advantage of the morning by ordering room service and getting a bunch of remote work finished.

Checking my emails, I confirm my appointments for later this week and scroll through social media and real estate sites. I’m just about to take another sip of coffee when a gasp breaks my focus.

Erin shoots up from her pillow, her bedhead all kinds of whacked. Her eyes dart around like she can’t tell where she is.

Setting my laptop and coffee down, I saunter over to her. “Morning, sleepyhead.”

“Holy shit.” She rubs her eyes, smudging her leftover mascara more. “What time is it?”

“Ten thirty.”

“Oh my god!” She scrambles out of bed like her hair is on fire and her legs get tangled in the sheets. She starts kicking them off like a mule, which doesn’t do anything but give me a great view of all I had to play with last night. She manages to free herself and almost falls out of the bed, because she’s in such a hurry.

“Whoa now. Where’s the fire?”

“Beetle’s going to be home by noon! I have to go!” She starts gathering her clothes, wincing as she bends down to snag her shorts.

“Sit down and have breakfast first.”

“Trey, I can’t! I don’t have time.”

“Yes, you can and yes, you do. Now sit.” My voice might be stern, but my expression remains warm as we have a stare down. “There’s plenty of time, little mama. And these blintzes aren’t going to eat themselves.”

She’s arguing in her head about whether she should obey or bolt. I can tell by the way her lips purse.

“I promise I’ll have you home with plenty of time to get Brendan off the bus.”

That settles her nerves enough for her to sit on the edge of the bed. Sauntering over to the room service cart, I lift the lid on the plates and am disappointed that all the food’s cooled to room temperature. Not that I would have awakened her for a hot breakfast, but damn.

“I haven’t slept that late in… well, since yesterday. But before that I haven’t slept past six am in forever.”

Both days she’s slept in and gotten a decent amount of rest are the same two nights I’ve stayed with her. Does she realize that?

I carve into a blintz and stab a strawberry with it. “Here.” Feeding her like this is nice. I could get use to this.

“Did you eat already?” She licks a little cheese off the corner of her mouth.

“No, I waited for you. Got some work done, so I should be free for the rest of the day.”

“Efficient early bird, huh?”

I don’t say that I barely slept last night because I stayed up watching her instead. She snores like a little puppy and kicks a lot. Twitches too. I also don’t tell Erin that I held her for hours, imagining doing it every night for the rest of my life.

She eats her breakfast in bed with her legs crossed and mascara smeared on her gorgeous face. My beautiful, chaotic mess. I’d sell my soul to wake up to her every morning with breakfast.

We eat in comfortable silence. There are a million things I want to say, but now isn’t the time. She keeps watching the clock, and it makes me anxious. “I promise I’ll get you home before he’s there, okay?”

She nods but doesn’t look convinced. Scarfing down her food, I fight the urge to tell her to slow down. She’s probably eaten fast her whole life, always in a hurry to get to the next thing on her ever-growing to do list. But barking orders at her constantly will make me seem bossy, and I don’t want to turn her off.

I really wish she’d slow down a second, though.

“Can I take a shower here?”

“Of course.” She doesn’t have to ask me something like that. Whatever she wants, she’s going to have when I’m around. “Come on.”

“I don’t want to waste the opportunity to have a long, hot shower,” she explains.

I hate that she’s been taking cold ones for so long. Bet Glitch has no idea her hot water heater’s busted, because I know damn well he’d have it replaced, with or without her approval. I’d do it myself if I didn’t fear she’d accuse me of overstepping.

When I see her wince again, guilt stirs in my belly. “Are you sore?”

“A little. But it’s a nice ache.”

I hate that I might have hurt her last night. “I’m so sorry. I’ll be more gentle next time.”

“If I want gentle, I’ll tell you. Don’t you dare hold back on me otherwise, Trey.”

I smile and nod. “Yes, ma’am.”

Look, like I’ve said before, I’m a big man and a lot of women do not want someone my size. It’s not just intimidating, it’s painful. But last night Erin took every inch like her body was built for me to fuck and I’m going to take every opportunity that arises to make her scream my name and come.

Starting the shower, it’s hot in a matter of seconds.

“Those should be illegal.” Erin frowns at my white gym shorts.

“Why’s that?” I know why. But I want to hear her say it.

“I can see the ridge of your dick through those flimsy things!” She runs her fingers along my shaft, groping me through the thin fabric.

“Careful, mama. Don’t start something you can’t finish.”

“Who said I can’t finish?” She squeezes my dick and arches her brow at me.

Fuuuck this woman is going to break me. She drops to her knees and tugs my shorts down.

My dick hardens in her hands while she licks the head and plays with my piercings. “Why’d you get these?”

“Why not?” I suck in a harsh breath when she grazes her teeth along my length. Goosebumps erupt down my arms and thighs.

“They look and feel amazing.”

“You look and feel amazing,” I growl back when she drags her tongue across each piercing before sucking on the tip again. “Goddamn, Erin, you’re playing with fire.”

“Burn, baby, burn.” She grips my balls and pulls them down while taking as much of me into her mouth as she can.

Threading my hand in her hair, I rock my hips slowly and hold the base of my dick with my free hand, feeding it to her. “Greedy girl. You suck my dick so fucking good.”

Erin’s eyes flutter as she looks up at me.

I pull out and back away. “Get in the shower.”

She looks caught off guard. “What? Why? Did I just do something wrong?”

“Not at all,” I say, already heading back out to the bedroom. “I’m just trying to stay on track and you on your knees derails me.” I rush over to grab a couple condoms then come back.

She’s just wetting her hair when I step in to join her. “You are the prettiest woman in the whole wide world, you know that?”

Erin chuckles. “Yeah, my saggy ass brings all the boys to the yard.”

The way she belittles herself pisses me off. I reel back and crack her ass with a fast strike.

“Hey!”

“Talk like that again, I’ll punish you again.”

Her green eyes are bright and fiery as she stares me down. Without saying another word, she grabs the little hotel bottle of shampoo and dumps some into her palm. She washes her hair and I take the moment to appreciate the view. Erin’s hips flare out in a beautiful spread. Her tits jiggle when she moves. I love that she’s painted her toes a deep blue almost as much as I love that her fingernails are glossy black. She tips her head to rinse out her hair and I bend down to suckle on one of her big nipples.

She falters a little, but I hold her close to me. “Are you too sore to take me again?”

Her answer is soft and quiet. “No.”

I’ve had a condom in my hand this whole time, hidden from her sight. Ripping it open, I get it on while she watches me. When our eyes lock, my heart skips.

“If it’s too much, tell me to stop.” I reposition myself, crouching down for the best angle, and lift her leg to hook around my waist. Rubbing the head of my dick against her clit, I build up her arousal and have her panting in no time. “That’s a good girl.” I shove into her a little and she doesn’t protest. Reading all her cues, I slowly make my way inside her until I’m nearly buried balls-deep. I keep moving instead of giving her time to adjust.

She seems to love it.

Grabbing Erin’s ass, I lift her up and press her back against the wall. Hot water pummels us. Steam billows. My heart pounds as I hold her close to me and fuck her slowly.

“Use me,” she begs. “Use my body to get off.”

“I’m not using you for anything, Erin. We come together or not at all.”

“I don’t want to come. I want you to use me,” she says again, her breath hitching when I hit a deep spot inside her.

I still, worried I’ve hurt her again. “You okay?”

“Oh my God, put me down.”

The mood flips that fast, and I pull out and set her on her feet. She steps out of the shower and grabs a towel, leaving me confused and pissed off.

“The fuck, Erin?” Because I’ve done nothing but be a gentleman this morning, so what’s her problem? Turning the water off, I step out and glare at her. “Talk to me!”

“You said to tell you what I want. I want you to use me! That’s what I want.” She throws her towel at me. “I want you to pretend I’m so sexy you can’t even control yourself around me. I want you to use my body to get off on like I used yours last night.”

Oh, so it’s like that, huh?

I saunter over, my hard dick bobbing like a heavy weight between my legs. “I don’t have to fucking pretend, Erin. I never have with you.” To make it clear, I spin her around and bend her over the vanity. Kicking her legs out, I run my hands down her backside and slap it not once, but twice. “Now take my cock like a good fucking whore and make me come.”

I shove into her with enough force to knock the breath from her lungs. Erin knows how to tell me to stop, so when she cries out my name instead, I keep going. I use her. I fuck her like she’s the object of all my desires. I thrust into her body like she’s my only salvation and I’ve sinned for far too long. I grab her hips to keep her aligned and rail her over the sink until my balls draw tight.

Her hands flatten out against the mirror in front of us to hold steady. “Holy shit.”

“Look at us,” I growl, forcing her to watch our reflection. “Look at the animal I become around you.”

Our skin slaps echo in the bathroom.

Erin can’t catch her breath and I don’t even want her to. Collaring her throat, I tip her back and keep my thrusts steady as I hold her against my chest. Her mouth’s open as she pants. I reach forward with my free hand and rub her clit while I slam into her, swirling my hips with every other thrust.

“Shit, shit, shit, oh my god!” Erin’s voice rises with my heart rate.

My climax barrels down, making my spine heat and sweat bloom down my back. “Gonna fill you up. And you’re gonna take every drop, aren’t you?”

“Y-y-yes.”

She claws at the vanity, and I let go of her throat to slap her ass again. “This is mine. Understand?”

“Yes.”

I pinch her swollen nub and growl, “No one better touch this sweet pussy but me, understand?”

“Yes.” She rises on her tippy toes, still taking my pounding like a good girl.

“These tits are mine.” I grab them both and squeeze until she cries out. “Understand?”

“Y-yes. Holy shit, yes, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”

“You don’t get to call the shots, slut. You’re mine to fuck. Mine to come inside. Mine to play with.” I wind her hair around my hand and pull it. “Do you have any idea what you do to me? How much you drive me fucking crazy?”

“N-n-no.” She can barely speak. Her entire body rocks from my thrusts and she’s turning flush.

“No?” I spank her again. “I think that’s a lie. I think you know you exactly what you do to me. You wore that dress the other night knowing it would drive me wild. All that leg showing. And your tits spilling out of the top. The curves you showed off for everyone to see.”

She starts making all these little whimpers and squeaks.

“I should have fucked you in that restroom. Made everyone there hear you scream my name.” I slam into her over and over, my balls drawing up tight with my impending release. “I can’t stop thinking about you. Ever.” Slam, slam, slam. “And last night, while you slept, I wanted to jack off all over you and fuck you awake and stuff my dick in your mouth, your cunt, and your glorious ass.”

Erin’s pants become ragged.

“But I let you sleep instead. And now look at me. You’ve turned me into a rutting beast. So desperate to come inside this pussy that belongs to me.” I shove Erin down so her chest smashes flat against the counter. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

Erin’s inner walls squeeze, and that grip of hers sets me off. I come so hard I see stars. Keeping us locked together, my fingers dig into her hips as my cock throbs, my load spilling out of my body with strong pulses. 

My heart jackhammers in my chest. My lungs burn. Carefully, I pull out and run my hands down her back. “Are you okay?” I toss the condom in the trash while keeping one arm hooked around my girl to hold her up. “Talk to me, Erin.”

“I’m… yeah… I’m okay.”

She’s scissoring her legs together, and her eyes are tightly closed.

“What’s this?” I tease, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She lets out a groan and pushes into me, seeking friction. “I thought you didn’t want to come.”

“I might have changed my mind.”

Good. Because I had no plans in letting her leave without coming on my face at least two more times.

“Whose pussy is this, Erin?” I gently pull her hands back so she can’t touch herself.

“Yours.”

“That’s right. And I take care of what’s mine.”

I drop to my knees and fuse my mouth to her cunt. Locking onto her clit, I suck it in short bursts.

“Yes,” she grunts. “Please, don’t stop.”

Never. I will die on my knees for her.

Running my hands all over her body, I grab, twist, pull and caress a little bit of everything. She shudders with her orgasm, rocking into my face until she’s ridden it out. “Holy shit,” she whispers, still trying to catch her breath.

I stand up and capture her face with both hands, pressing my head to hers. “You’re incredible.”

Her laugh bubbles out of her. “I didn’t even do anything. You did all the work.”

Fucking her will never be work but I get what she’s saying. “You did more than you think. Was it…”

“That’s just what I wanted.” Erin sighs and I love how her cheeks are all rosy. “I loved it.”

I don’t want her to ever feel used. I already call her a slut and a whore because she asked me to a while back. But I also know that she wants to feel cherished and lusted for. I thought I’d been doing a good job of that all along, but maybe she wants it expressed this way too.

I can work with that.

••• 

We pull up to Erin’s house by eleven-thirty. She’s sore, that much I can tell with how she sat gingerly in the car. But she’s also on cloud nine, going by the serene, freshly fucked look on her face.

My pride swells knowing I had something to do with her current state of mind.

We enter the house, and my chest warms with the smells of this place. I’m not ready to scare her by saying it smells like home to me, but it does.

Erin immediately starts checking out the work Glitch and I did in the backyard. “Wow.” She steps out onto her back patio. “This looks like a whole different property.”

All we did was clean up the toys and bike ramps and collapsed the trampoline. Mowed and moved furniture around. The caterers came in to set up the rollout fabric that covers the mini dirt track and set folding chairs up.

“That arch is perfect,” I say, placing my hand on the small of her back.

She leans into me and sighs. “My dad built it for my mom. She had twinkle lights on it over there,” she points at a different part of the yard. “But I moved it here and planted Clemantis on it. It’ll look even cooler when they’re in full bloom.”

“Stunning,” I’m not talking about the flower. “What’s over there?”

“Roses and wisteria. Over there are day lilies. The tulips are done, but my Lucifer plants are popping up. They’ve done well out here.”

My gorgeous girl loves to garden, and her landscaping is phenomenal. “It’s amazing.” Like you. “Smells good too.” Like you.

She looks up at me with a content smile. “Gardening’s my happy place.”

And you’re mine.

The sound of a deep engine rumbles to a slow stop. Erin immediately shoves away from me. “Beetle’s home!” She runs into the house and stands in the front doorway to greet him.

I come up right behind her, and watch Brendan hop off the bus. He hoists a book bag nearly as big as he is onto his shoulder and his brow digs down while he walks along the sidewalk. Then he sees my car in the driveway. My heart clatters because I’m not sure what I should expect, but it’s not the reaction Beetle gives.

A smile tears across his face as he runs across the lawn. “Is Trey here?”

Damn does my heart swell hearing the excitement in his voice.

“Yes!” Erin laughs, like his enthusiasm about me visiting is totally normal.

Beetle breezes into the house and shoves right past his mother to see me. Happiness lights his face when he drops his bag and yells, “TREY!”

“What’s up, little man?” We do our secret handshake that I taught him last time I came to visit. I catch the look on Erin’s face—it’s warm and loving and it tears me up inside.

Our eyes meet, and she shakes off the emotion and puts her hands on her hips. “Hey!” Erin fusses. “What am I? Chopped liver? Seriously, kid, I give you life, and you just blow right past me to go to the cool guy first?”

Beetle rolls his eyes, which is a total contradiction to the big smile still plastered on his face. He spins around and dives into her with a hug hard enough to make her stumble back. “Ohhhh, I’ve missed you.” She kisses the top of his head and pulls back with her face scrunched up. “Holy crap. Did you shower at all this week?”

“No way. I’m not using those showers.”

“Oh my god, Brendan.” Erin points at the steps. “You’re still in the same clothes you left our house in a week ago!”

“At least you won’t have to do extra laundry.”

She groans into her hands. “Go de-funk yourself in the shower.”

“I don’t smell that bad!” He sniffs his shirt and frowns. “Okay, well now that I’m home, I might stink a little. But at camp we all smelled the same. No one showered.”

“Ewww!” Erin shivers. “Go get cleaned up and I’ll have lunch ready when you’re done.”

“Grilled cheese, right?”

“Yup. Nothing but the best for you.” She winks at me before saying, “And guess what Trey brought?”

“The new Screaming Falls video game?”

“Uhhhh…. I was going to say guacamole and chips from the Salty Cantina.”

I laugh and correct her. “I brought both, little man.”

Beetle’s eyes grow the size of saucers, and he fists bumps the air. “Yes!”

“Better listen to your mama if you want either one, though.”

Beetle races up the steps and heads straight into the bathroom.

Erin sighs, and our gazes meet again. To see the joy on her face having him home warms my heart. “He really loves you.” And why not, Erin’s an incredible mother.

“He also really loves you,” she says cautiously. “We need to be careful, Trey.”

I hear what she’s not saying: If it doesn’t work out between us, our hearts won’t be the only ones to break.