“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”
“Well, if it’s nothing, then you won’t mind me looking at it.”
He reluctantly pulled the card out of his pocket and handed it over. I took note of the googly, bubbly lettering, hearts over the “i”s and everything.
Trip-
I am in love with you and want to show you how much.
I heard you were going to The House of Blues tonight.
I can do things to you that you’ve only dreamed of.
Xoxo ? Sarah
P.S. I will be wearing a purple dress. But don’t worry, I’ll find YOU.
I folded the card back up and put it in the envelope. “This is a little weird, don’t you think?”
“It’s just some stupid teenager or something. I wouldn’t worry over it.”
The fact was, we almost went to the House of Blues. It was on our short list of possible places to hit that night. What if we had gone there and Psycho-Stalker thought it was for her? What if she had some burly maniac there with her, waiting for the opportunity to slip something into Trip’s drink before throwing him in the trunk of her car or something? What if they came to the house to carry out their plan? “Well, this ‘stupid teenager’ knows where you live! She was here. That doesn’t disturb you?”
“It’s not like she hopped the gate and snuck into my bed. Really, don’t worry about it.”
“How can you not worry about it? Trip, maybe we should call the police.”
He let out with a heavy breath. “Babe. They’d laugh at me for something like this. It’s not the first time some crazy girl stuck some letter in my mailbox. It probably won’t be the last. I have the best security system money can buy. No one’s getting in here. You’re making too much of it.”
Not the first time? This had happened before? And my God, he was okay with it happening again? How could he just be so calm about something like that? I was trying to keep my cool about it for Trip’s sake and my sanity, but the truth was, I was pretty flipped out.
For all the foreplay and teasing leading up to his house, I suddenly wasn’t in the mood. That card had freaked me out enough that we decided it was better to just go to bed.
I didn’t fall asleep until dawn.
*
I awoke to a certain body part prodding me from behind.
I’d barely slept the night before, which only added to the half-asleep, dreamlike quality of Trip’s body nudging against mine.
Wordlessly, he slipped his hand under the sheet and around to my front, grasping at my breasts as he continued to shove his hips against my backside.
Mmm. Good morning.
I was only half-conscious as I reached up and back, pulled his face in tighter against my neck, his hot breath against my skin, his hand sliding down inside my panties. He ripped them down my legs and I kicked them off my feet, his fingers exploring again, making delicious circular motions against my pinkest part. Kissing that spot behind my ear where the skin meets the hairline. Is there a name for that spot? I decided to name it a fleeb.
His face was at my ear, his panting, snarling breaths against my neck, the most thrilling shivers traveling along my spine. I let out with a moan, and Trip pulled my tank top off, groping at my skin. I felt him stripping down behind me, then he pushed the sheet down and lifted my leg up, back, and over his hip, exposing my naked body to the breeze.
Heart beating, breath catching, he speared himself into me.
I rocked with him, half in a daze, the cadence of his thrusts driving me over the edge. His body slamming against my backside, his growling against my ear, his hands at my breasts, sliding down my stomach, his body moving inside mine, his fingers pressing in just the right spot, oh my GOD, I’m going to come.
“Yes. Come for me. I want to make you come,” Trip whispered, and until then, I hadn’t realized I’d said that last part aloud.
The electric charges ran along my entire length, the feel of his huge cock smashing into me, filling me, his noises at my ear, the biting of his teeth against my shoulder.
I reached back and grabbed his ass, pulled him tighter to me, deeper, oh God, oh God please, oh yes, and Trip’s fingers were still making those circular motions against my front, his hips still rotating at my back, driving into me as deep as I could take, his voice rough with madness and want, begging me, “Oh babe. I can’t do this much longer. I…”
And I screamed as I came and Trip thrust deeper, faster into me, groaning and swearing and pumping himself into me, so violently as he rolled me to my stomach and flattened me to the mattress, holding my hands fixed to the bed above my head, my face buried in a pillow, muffling my screaming as he jacked into me once more, twice, shuddering and growling as he came, collapsing on top of my back, the weight of him pinning me underneath him, possessing me, owning me.
Breathless. Spent. Euphoric.
Eyes wide open now. Awake.
His.
Chapter 25
NAKED FAME