Page 71 of The Right Garza
I’m sitting on the counter and he’s standing between my legs, both of us sharing a bowl of mixed fruit after a hearty breakfast.
Ah, yes. I forgot how everyone had just barged in on me last week. They all have keys to each other’s homes. It’s a Garzathing. Heck, I used to have a key to their home and I’m not even family.
I lick fruit juices from my lips. “Like what?”
“Like camp out in bed with me.”
My stomach flips with both anticipation and apprehension of being in bed with him again. Trent’s sexual prowess is something to brag about, but he’s also insanely insatiable and doesn’t seem to understand the concept of resting to refuel. I hadn’t known it was possible to have as many orgasms in one night as I did last night. It’s a wonder I woke up with any energy at all this morning.
My face must convey all I’m thinking because he chuckles. “Don’t look so scared. Sex doesn’t have to be involved…unless you want to. We can watch a movie or something. I just want to be with you.”
“I’m not scared,” I lie as my apprehension slowly recedes.
“You are,” he states matter-of-factly. “But it’s my fault. Should’ve controlled myself. I’ve just waited so long for you…”
“Whydidyou wait so long, though?” I ask, genuinely curious. “With Red Cage’s resources, you could have gotten to me no matter where I was or what I was doing. Tillie said you knew everything about me.”
“Timing.” He feeds me another piece of fruit. “Timing is everything.”
“How did you determine the timing was right this time?”
“You needed me.” Three words said so simply, so easily, like it should have been obvious. “I’ve always needed you, Lexi, but you’ve never needed me. You would’ve never been able to see me while you were busy being ‘Benjamin’s Wifey’.”
I laugh at my old Instagram handle, @BenjaminsWifey. Married to money. It was all a part of the image we had to portray back when working with Slim. I’ve since changed it to @LexiFlo.
Trent is right, though. Back then I had only one focus and it was money. I gave no one the time of day and probably would have resented him if he’d shown up to interrupt my flow.
Sobering, I tell him, “I like this, here, now”—I gesture between us— “and I really,reallyenjoy being with you. But I can’t promise that anything serious or lasting will come from this. Life wise, I’m all over the place. After paying off this debt to you, I havea lotto figure out. Where I’m gonna live, what I’m gonna do for work… A relationship just isn’t something I want to deal with right now.” I offer an apologetic shrug. “Just thought I’d throw that out there now so there are no expectations on both ends. A fun fling. Temporary. Let’s just treat it like that.”
For several beats, he just stares at me, expressionless dark eyes roaming all over my face. Then, with a half shrug, “Okay.”
A part of me sags in relief while another part, a much smaller part, slumps in disappointment.
Mostly, though, I’m skeptical. Very skeptical of that easy “okay.” But I don’t have time to voice my skepticism because a squeal of surprise escapes me when he scoops me up off the counter and carries me up the stairs.
He takes me straight to his shower, lathers me with soap, then fucks me against the tiles until I’m digging my nails into his slippery skin and trembling around him.
Then, we snuggle nude in his bed and watch movies and share soft kisses, until the other Garzas’ let themselves in.
Chapter TWENTY-ONE
“You missed me?”
Lexi
It’s happened.
Trent and I are a thing.
Sort of.
The last couple of weeks have been heady, sensational, lust-drunk, and sex-filled. It’s the happiest I’ve been in a long, long time. I look forward to the weekends like a kid looks forward to Christmas morning.
With too much to do during the week on both our ends, we almost never see each other during the week. But when the weekends hit, oh man do we have fun. Never wasting a drop of time.
Renovations on the B&B are almost finished. I’d decided at the last minute to make some changes to the pool area, which had set us back a month.
More time than I planned on, but in the end it was worth it. Not just because of the output, but because it kept me around longer so my fling would have more time before it’s inevitable end. Trent is fast becoming my most favorite human on the planet.
