Behind Closed Doors (9 page)

Sitting up on his heels, Wade finished pulling his shirt up and off, tossing it to the floor. Trinity ran her fingers along his nicely defined abs, then looked up over his massive chest, the chest of a man who’d spent his whole life performing hard labour and then to meet his eyes. The only emotion visible in his eyes was pure desire - for her.

Trailing her eyes back down his body she stopped at his groin. A shiver of anticipation shot through her as she noticed the size of the outline of his cock - long and thick. She needed to see it - and touch it.

Sitting up, she placed light kisses across his stomach as her hands worked fast at undoing his jeans.

"Trinity." He managed to whisper between low feral groans.

She looked up at him, but continued with his pants. With the button undone and fly unzipped she hooked her thumbs into the waistbands of his boxers and jeans, tugging them down to his knees. His cock sprang free, thick and anxious to dive deep into her.

"Oh damn, Trinity." He broke eye contact, letting his head fall back and tangling his fists into her hair.

Waiting until he was watching her again, Trinity swiped her thumb across the head of his cock, which was drenched from his own excitement then brought her thumb to her mouth licking off the pre-cum.

The simple act seemed to break whatever resistance he had left, as he pushed her down onto her back and stretched out between her legs. The thin cotton, drenched in her own juices was the only thing keeping his hardened shaft from thrusting into her.

Claiming her lips, Wade slipped his hand between them, and under her boxers to cup her mound.

"So fucking wet." he groaned, sounding strained, "we shouldn't be doing this." But as he said it, he slipped two fingers between her folds, stroking her from her tight ass to her clit. She whimpered as he reached her clit and began rolling her swollen nub between his index finger and thumb.

"Look at me," he demanded when she closed her eyes. She opened them again and could see her own wanton desire reflected in his eyes.

Trinity bucked wildly under him, but kept his gaze. He was bringing her higher and higher, rapidly ascending to the ultimate breaking point. She was so close that her pussy was throbbing, waiting for the much needed release. Her fingers grasped his biceps as he continued to expertly work her clit until her body tensed under him. "Oh-my-god!" she cried out as her pussy exploded.

"Mmmm, so nice," he soothed as his lips touched hers, kissing her tenderly.

Her body felt weak, almost numb, but when he slipped two fingers into her the weakness went away almost immediately and her desire began to climb once more.

"Oh lord you're tight, Trinity," he murmured against her lips. His stroking of her became a little rougher, stroking the sweet spot within her inner wall. "So tight," he repeated and then stopped what he was doing, his whole body froze, even the hand inside of her, which had been stroking her so wonderfully, froze.

She let out an unsteady breath and opened her eyes to look at him and find out what was the matter. He was staring down at her with a curious look on his face.

"Trinity, are you a virgin?"

Trinity chewed at her bottom lip for a moment, hoping that it wasn't going to be an issue when she told him she was. "Yes."

Silence overtook the room as they stared at each other. Her body was still humming with need, demanding he continue stroking and teasing, but she restrained herself from saying or doing anything until she could figure out what was running through his mind.

"Shit." He slowly removed his fingers from her heated core and she whimpered at the loss. Sliding off her, he slid from the sofa and stood, pulling up his jeans and doing them back up, despite his throbbing cock.

"Wade? What's wrong?" She knew, but wanted to hear it verified anyhow.

Chapter 3

What in the hell am I doing? I spend six years hoping to see my daughter again and I'm about ready to fuck her? Fuck-fuck-fuck.
Grabbing his shirt from off the floor he swiftly threw it on and sighed. What was he going to do? Looking down at Trinity, looking so vulnerable and sexy, he was torn.

She wasn't
technically
his daughter, and she certainly wasn't a little girl anymore. Looking at her pert little breasts - a perfect handful - with tight erect nipples and that hot little pussy, dripping with desire, he knew damned well she was no longer the little girl he knew and helped raise. But still...

"Did I do something wrong?" Trinity asked, her big blue eyes peering up at him, a worried expression on her stunning features.

But she was innocent. The fact she was thinking his reaction was somehow her fault proved that. Not to mention the fact she was still a virgin.
Awww shit
. He raked a hand through his hair and then shook his head. "Of course you didn't. It's just..."

Damn, I'm such a fucking asshole.

Sitting on the opposite end of the sofa, facing the television, which was still playing ‘Scrooged,’ he reclined on the seat. "Come here."

She hesitated before crawling over to him, and cuddling up at his side. She wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. He knew it wasn't the best idea to have her so close when his cock was still begging to be released, and to plunge into that tight little virgin pussy of hers, but he held her anyway.

Lowering his head to her hair he took a whiff of her shampoo, wild berries. Damn, she smelt good. If his cock could speak it would be cussing its ass off at that very moment.

How long had it been since he'd had sex last? Two years? Maybe more, it sure as hell was long past due. Since she and her mother had left, he'd kept himself at an emotional distance from women; eventually he simply gave up on meeting someone and threw himself into his work. And he'd been okay with that - not happy - but okay.

But now that he had Trinity in his arms, he remembered how much he enjoyed the closeness of a woman, both physical and emotional. The inner turmoil raged on until Trinity turned in his arms. Folding her arms over his chest, she laid her chin on her arms and caught his eyes. "I'm on birth control, if that what you're worried about?"

A smile lifted the corners of his lips. "No," he shrugged and chuckled. "Well that
is
useful information to know, but it's not what made me stop."

"Then why?"

"There's a lot of reasons."

"Such as?"

Wade laughed. She had been persistent as a child;
that
part of her personality didn't seemed to have changed. "You were like my own daughter for close to twelve years, Trinity. And it's been a few years since I've..."

"Had sex?" Trinity offered with disbelief in her tone.

He cocked a brow at her. "Is that so hard to believe? You've done eighteen years without it."

"Touché," she muttered, but grinned nonetheless. "But..." She sat up and straddled his lap, causing him to groan as his cock - which had finally begun to settle down - sprang back to life. She leaned towards him, her nipples hardening as they grazed his chest and flicked at his neck with her tongue.

"Oh fuck, Trinity. Please don't."

"But, if you want me," she reached between them and stroked his cock over his jeans, as she lightly touched her lips to his whispering, "then why can't we? I'm not the same little girl anymore."

Oh God, don't I know it!

His body was demanding he take action; his cock and balls had been so hard for so long tonight that they were becoming painful. He was only human, right? How much does a man have to take before he can finally give in to what he desires?

He captured her lips with his and slid his hands down the back of her boxers to cup her bare ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her groin tight against his hardened, restrained cock. She moaned against his lips, and began to grind against him, enhancing his agony.

Gathering the last of the strength he had left in him, he gently pushed her away. "Trinity. I'll make you a deal."

Sitting up straight on him, and in turn giving him a great view of her breasts. She ran a hand through her silky locks and nodded, "Alright, what kind of deal?"

"We go to bed tonight - to separate rooms - and if you feel the same way in the morning then..."

She eyed him for a moment, considering. Finally, she nodded, though he couldn't say he was extremely pleased that she’d agreed so easily. But at least in the morning once all the excitement had worn off, they'd be able to think a little more level-headedly about their ‘situation.’

"I have a condition, though."

"Fair enough, what's the condition?"

She took a deep breath in and exhaled loudly, her breasts jiggled from the motion reminding him of how much he wanted to tear that sheer little top from her body and take one of those taut little nipples into his mouth.

"You’ll tell me the
real
reason why you and my mother got a divorce and why I was never allowed to speak to you after we moved out."

Fuck and double fuck.
If her mother hadn't told her, then he really didn't want to say anything. Perhaps Trinity had a right to know, in a sense, but it was in the past and some things were better left buried. "She never said anything to you about what happened?"

Trinity shook her head. "She refused to talk about it."

It really didn't surprise him that she hadn’t said anything about it. With just another moment's hesitation he decided that it was in the past so it shouldn't matter now anyhow if he told her the truth. "Alright, you have yourself a deal."

Bending over him, she gave him a soft kiss on the lips that was so feather-light he almost second guessed it happened at all. "Thank you for the bracelet, it's beautiful," she whispered. Sliding off his body, she stood on the floor, next to the sofa and hustled her way up the stairs and into the guest room, leaving him lying on the sofa with the most painful erection of his life.

"Damn it," he muttered, with a sigh.

****

Trinity was still lying awake in her bed, when she heard Wade trudging up the stairs and into his room. It took all of her willpower to keep from following him into his room, stripping naked and forcing herself on him. She chuckled to herself at the thought of forcing him to fuck her.

She'd been intimate with a number of boys over the years, doing everything except having actual sex and none of them even considered refusing her. They would all have been more than happy to fuck the virginity right out of her.

But Wade was different; it both intrigued and touched her. He wanted her, and there was no doubt in her mind that she sure as hell wanted him. Just thinking about his powerful chest and shoulders, the definition of his abs and his thick cock, had her pussy on fire.

Slipping a hand down the front of her boxers, she parted the lips of her pussy exposing her clit. Closing her eyes, she began to stroke her clit as she as she thought of his body gyrating against hers. Even though she'd never been fucked before, she knew his thick shaft would feel amazing moving inside her.

As she continued to stroke her clit, alternating between playing with the hardened nub and dipping two fingers deep into her moist, heated pussy, her free hand began to palm her breast. She pinched her nipple rolling it between her fingers until it was a hardened nub.

"Ummm, Wade," she moaned softly, thinking of him, pretending it was
his
fingers so expertly working her clit and
his
fingers pinching and caressing her breast. She imagined his lean, powerful body next to hers, those dark piercing eyes drinking in each inch of her body as though she were the most exquisite thing that he'd even seen.

Her juices began to seep from her pussy as tremors shot through her body. Close, so close. Her fingers worked her clit once more, using firmer, more frantic strokes.

"Oh God, Wade," she moaned a second time. She kept the vision of him in her head, she could almost feel his lips working their way down the side of her neck, and feel his mouth greedily sucking on her nipples.

She spread her legs wider, her hips thrusting against her hand as she came so close to the brink that the anticipation was nearly killing her. As soon as the thought of his head between her legs came to her mind, her body tensed and she was slammed with an orgasm so intense she cried out.

Panting, she smiled softly as her body went limp. She slipped her hand from between her legs and sighed.
Now
she could get a good night’s sleep.

****

Glancing up at the analogue clock over the cupboard where he was preparing breakfast Wade grinned. It read 10 o’clock and Trinity was still sound asleep, on Christmas morning of all times to sleep in! He'd waited as long as he could before he began making breakfast, but the grumbling of his stomach had gotten the better of him.

Aside from the dread of having to tell Trinity everything about his and her mother's divorce, he felt good - better than he'd felt in years. And he had her to thank for that. Not just because he was finally able to see her grown up after so many years, but this was the first Christmas in six years that he wasn't going to be spending alone.

As if she had sensed that breakfast was nearly finished, he heard her stirring upstairs. By the time she made an appearance, freshly showered and wearing his red bath robe - a gift from his mother last Christmas which he’d never worn, but kept hung on the back of the bathroom door - breakfast was plated and sitting at the kitchen table waiting for her.

He couldn't resist taking a moment to simply look at her. She looked both sexy and adorable in his oversized robe, which dipped dangerously low between her breasts and fell below her knees. It took all his willpower to keep from giving the drawstring a tug and pushing the robe from her shoulders.

Instead, he pulled a chair out for her and once she was seated, sat across from her. "If I recall you like your eggs scrambled?" He hoped so, since that's what he prepared for her.

Trinity smiled and nodded. "You remembered?"

"I have a good memory," he replied, scooping up some egg and tossing it into his mouth.

"So are you going to tell me about you and mom now?"

Might as well get it over with I suppose
. "There's really not much to tell." He heaved a heavy sigh and set his fork down onto his plate, then leaned forward, bracing his elbows on the table. "When I met your mother we were both only twenty, but even though I was young I wanted to settle down and have a family. I immediately fell in love with you. You were a wonderful baby and I couldn't have loved you more if you were my own."

Trinity's eyes widened and she nodded, her food all but forgotten.

"As the years went by your mother became less and less satisfied with our marriage. I suspected she was cheating, but I had the company and I had you, so I turned a blind eye. Maybe my ego was too big to let me see the truth, I suppose. Then after eleven years of marriage she told me she wanted a divorce, I suspected she'd found someone else, but I was fine with that. What I
wasn't
fine with was that she wanted to sever all ties with me, including my seeing you."

He paused telling the story for a moment and took a drink from his glass of water.

"And," she prompted.

"Well I said there was no way in hell she was taking my daughter from me. She informed me you weren't
my
daughter, you were
her
daughter and she didn't want me around you. She felt it would complicate any future relationships she had, having the non-biological father of her child hanging around. So we battled it out in court and, of course, she won and well... you know the rest."

She nodded, with an expression on her face that said that the information he gave her wasn't anything new or shocking. "Mom's relationships last no more than eight months usually." She gave him a weak, sympathetic smile. "She just got married, but I think that was more on a whim, when they went to Vegas than anything else."

Wade laughed, it sounded like something her mother would do. With the matter seemingly settled, the rest of breakfast went on in silence, though the tension between them was painfully evident. It was becoming clear, by the look in her eyes when she stole glances at him that she hadn't changed her mind about being with him intimately. A big part of him was relieved that she hadn't.

****

The day had turned out nice, the temperature hovering at the freezing point. When they went out to shovel the driveway, it was quite comfortable out. The perfect winter day. Trinity had insisted on going out to help him shovel, but in truth, she wasn't all that helpful. She spent the majority of the thirty minutes, leaned against his truck watching
him
shovel.

He worked fast and frantically, heaving the snow on the large shovel over his shoulder and onto the snow-bank. He was so damned sexy; she was aroused just watching him. Things had been relaxed this morning, but she didn't want relaxed. She wanted him to want her as badly today as he had appeared to last night.

Was last night simply a random incident? Had he gone to bed, thought about it and decided that he could only see her as the little girl he helped raise? It was eating her up inside, she had to know.

"Wade?"

He stopped shovelling and turned to face her, his dark eyes scanning her up and down from head to toe and a smile touching his lips. "Are you planning on shovelling with that or is it all for show?"

"Wha-" she looked down at the shovel she had her hands on, but had yet to use and heat rose up into her cheeks. "I was... soon."

His grin widened. "Uh-huh." Walking up to her he pulled off his leather gloves and stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Reclining against the truck next to her, he nodded to the tiny pile of snow remaining at the foot of the driveway. "I think you're too late.'