Flip (Next Level Book 2)

Wednesday morning starts at 5:30 when Trey and I fuck against the washing machine. I’d been too nervous about today’s interview to sleep and crept downstairs to iron my outfit and Trey decided to take advantage of it.

I’m glad.

This man makes my head spin.

He shouldn’t be staying in my house like he lives here, but I don’t want him to go yet. Besides, last night was incredible. As if a hot bath, then dinner and movie wasn’t enough to make me feel spoiled, Trey and Brendan also spent an hour playing that new video game Trey brought over the other day. Watching them together warms my soul—even if Beetle’s acting a little guarded.

I get it. He’s a cautious kid. I’ve never let a man in my house before and he’s never known about any dates I’ve gone on, so this is a huge deal.

Bam-bam-bam-bam.

Trey fucks me against the washing machine, stealing my breath with how hard he pistons into me. The door’s shut, but I’m scared we’re going to wake my kid up. I just can’t seem to find it in me to make Trey stop railing me.

“You feel so fucking good,” I whisper, holding onto the edge of the machine.

“If you’re still able to form words,” he growls, swirling his hips before slamming into me again, “I’m doing this all wrong.”

My eyes cross when he hits a deep spot inside me that’s half-pain, half-pleasure. “Fuck. That hurts so good.”

He clamps his hand over my mouth and presses my back to his chest. “Shhhh.”

My body locks up as I feel my orgasm creep closer. He lets go of my mouth to squeeze my tits and pinches my nipples, then bites my shoulder. “God, yes…. Don’t stop.”

Growling, because I’m still talking, he snatches a pair of clean panties from my laundry basket beside us and stuffs them in my mouth. “Good girls know when to talk and when to shut up and get fucked. Are you a good girl?”

I shake my head no.

I’m not a good girl. I’m a bad one. I like pushing boundaries and breaking rules and being a rebel.

Probably because it’s been so long since I’ve done any of those things.

I could easily pull the panties from my mouth, but I don’t. I let him fuck me like this until I come so hard the room we’re in wavers and my knees buckle.

Trey eases me onto the floor and fucks me with my belly smashed to the tile and it’s dirty and exciting and exhilarating and deep. Holy shit, he’s going to puncture my lungs with his dick.

“So fucking hot,” he growls. “Taking my cock like this. Squeeze that pussy, baby. I want to feel you grip me.”

I clench my cunt and his breath punches out. “Fuck yeah. Again. Keep squeezing my cock. Milk it. Make me come.”

I pulse on demand for him. Wetness coats my inner thighs. Lifting my ass up a little higher, I wish I could see what this looks like. Trey’s arms bracket my shoulders, caging me in as he fucks me. I can’t slide across the floor like this, I can’t move much at all.

“Squeeze that pussy for me.”

I don’t this time.

“Gonna make me beg for it?” He half-laughs, then bites the back of my shoulder. “Just know, you’ll be begging much longer than I will for what you want next.”

I don’t want anything. I’m so sated, I couldn’t come again no matter what tricks he comes up with.

He lifts off me a little and shoves his finger in my ass. I groan around the panties in my mouth. No sooner does he make it feel good, he pulls it out. I grunt in protest.

“You like that?”

He does it again. Oh my god. How is it going in there so easily?

My head’s reeling.

“You’re so fucking wet, I could shove my cock in your ass with how much cum you have dripping out of your pussy right now. You’re soaked, slut.”

I think I might come again.

“Now…” he rumbles against me. Pressing his finger against my tight hole, he shoves it in halfway and says, “Squeeze.”

I do because I’m desperate to be overwhelmed and this combo might just be the chaos I crave. I clench my inner walls, which also clenches my asshole and I swear I pull him into me deeper.

He fucks me and I clench him until our bodies both lock and go rigid. I come again when I feel his dick pulse inside me. “That’s my pretty little slut, make me come. You feel that? Feel my dick throbbing inside you? Stretching you? Filling you?”

I nod my head and grind my ass against him.

“You like being fucked like a whore?”

I nod again.

I think I like it too much because I’m already trying to figure out how we can get away with round two.

Trey pulls out and spreads my ass cheeks. I feel exposed and dirty and lovely. I like him looking. I like imagining his cum dripping out of me, making a puddle on the floor.

I pull the underwear out of my mouth and take in a deep breath. “That was incredible.”

He slaps my ass before helping me stand. As I regain the use of my legs, he pulls off the condom and ties it in a knot.

“There’s a trashcan over there in the corner.”

He pulls out a used dryer sheet and wraps it around the condom first before disposing of it. “I’ll take the trash out this morning.”

There’s no need, but I can see he wants to hide any and all evidence. I’m okay with that.

I grab my dress from the hanger and open the door to get out of the stuffy laundry room first.

Trey follows me and sits at the kitchen table while I make coffee. My body feels boneless and sore in a nice way. I think I could go back to bed. My eyelids are heavy.

He checks his phone, like always, and I wonder how he juggles his two demanding jobs with such ease. His fingers fly across the screen, responding to something. “I’m meeting my real-estate agent today at ten.”

“Okay.” I’m not sure why he’s telling me.

“I was hoping you could come with me.”

“Why?” Look, I’m glad we’re spending so much time together, but I don’t think it’s necessary to be attached to the hip.

“I wanted your opinion on it.”

That catches me off guard. “Why?”

I hand him a cup of coffee—black, with two sugars.

“I want to flip houses. I think. Well, I’m looking into it. It would be nice if I could get a designer’s opinion while I’m at it.”

I take a sip of my coffee to hide my expression. Part of me is flattered. The other part of me is wondering what kind of game he’s playing here. “Isn’t it a little early to consult an interior designer? You’re just going to look at the property. Flipping it and decorating it are not the same.”

“Sure, they are. Sort of.” He pulls me onto his lap, and I wince when I sit because I’m a little sore. “I don’t have the gift you probably do when it comes to looking at a house and seeing its potential.”

“How is that possible? You’re a graphic designer. You literally take a blank canvas and turn it into cool shit.”

“I have concepts to work with, a jumping off point. Even with my book covers, my clients give me a vibe to work with or images similar to the aesthetic they’re looking for. I just translate that into covers. It’s not the same as looking at a wall and knowing if it needs shiplap.”

I snarf my coffee. “Shiplap? Do you even know what that is?”

“Not a clue,” he says. “But I hear it’s a thing.”

Bless this man. “Where is it?”

“An hour from here. In Grant Ridge.”

“We’d have to drive separately. My interview is at one.”

“I can take you from there to your interview.”

“No. I want to go alone. I don’t need a driver.”

I feel him tense under me. I wish I could feel bad about it, but I don’t. He’s trying to help me but it sometimes feels like too much. We’re going really fast here. That’s dangerous.

“Okay. Separate cars.”

I nod and take another sip of my coffee before climbing out of his lap. Pouring a little more creamer into mine, I use the breathing space to collect my thoughts. I’m happy he wants to spend time with me. I’m happy he’s interested in my opinion on his investment. But…

“Why are you looking at houses up this way?” Grant Ridge is a good three hours or more from where he lives. He can’t flip a house that far away and still hold down two jobs.

“I plan to live in it—if it’s possible—while I work on it. Then I’ll sell it and do it again and again.”

“That sounds…” I pause for a moment. “Unstable.”

“It’ll depend on where the next house is after this one. If I even buy it.”

“Why Grant Ridge?”

“It has a lot of development potential.”

Yeah. It does. I remember my former employers discussing it before they were bought out and forced to get rid of all their employees. “How will you do all the construction and still work at the gaming company?”

Trey’s brow furrows. “I’ll have it covered.”

I don’t doubt that he believes that.

Leaning against the counter, I cross my arms. “So, you’re going to jump between jobs, and houses, and also try to maintain a long-distance relationship with me and Brendan?”

He places his coffee cup on the table and glares at me. “Yeah.”

I shake my head. This isn’t going to work. I know he thinks he can juggle all this, but that’s because he has no idea how stressful it will be. He’s never flipped a house before. He’s never had to be three places at once, I bet.

But I’m not going to shove reality in his face this morning. Trey’s a grown man. If he thinks he can handle it, fine. We’ll see. However, I’m already mentally preparing for disaster and heartache. I know a thing or two about being stretched too thin and having too much going on at once all while having other people depending on you.

I refuse to depend on Trey.

As I grab cereal from the top of my fridge, I feel my guard going up again.

Unfortunately, so does Trey.

“Give it a chance, Erin.” He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. “That’s all I’m asking.”

I swallow hard and dump cereal into three bowls. “Okay.”

I hope he’s right, for all our sakes.