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  “Fuck, Trixie, so good, so tight.” I add a second finger and go back to working her clit. Within seconds she’s coming. I pull my fingers out of her and lick all her juice up.

  “Please Preston, I need you in me.”

  I move up over her once I kick my pants fully off. “You sure? Once I get in there, you’ll never be able to get rid of me. You’ll be mine and I don’t share.”

  “I’m sure.” She pants out as I grind into her wet heat. I lick my fingers clean and take off my shirt.

  She traces that tattoos on my chest, shoves me over and climbs on top of me. “I need to taste you. It’s only fair, since you tasted me.”

  “Have at it, babe, but I ain’t coming home in your mouth the first time. I’ll be spilling all of my come inside you.”

  She licks her lips and she shudders at my words.

  She moves down my body and licks the head of my cock. “Fuck yeah.”

  She moves her hand in sync with her mouth, her other hand cupping my balls. Just when I’m about to blow in her mouth, I grab her by the arms and move her on top of me. We roll together so I’m on top. She looks up at me, her eyes glittering with lust, mouth swollen.

  I kiss her and adjust myself so I line up perfectly with her cunt and push in. “Oh.” Trixie gasps as I slide inside her.

  “Fuck, this feels like home.” I groan as I start moving slowly.

  Her nails scratch at my back, the pain feels amazing right now, as I thrust inside her harder.

  “Yes, Preston, yes!” she shouts as her cunt grips my cock so hard it almost hurts.

  I slow my movements slightly, wanting this to last. “Give me your tits.” I demand.

  She cups her tits instantly, and I lean down, sucking her light brown nipple into my mouth. Nipping softly at the other one has her begging for me to go harder.

  Popping the nipple out of my mouth, I grab her hands and hold them above her hand as I pound as hard as I can, making her have one more orgasm before finally letting go inside her.

  Sweat coats our bodies and I kiss her softly.

  “I need to clean up.” She pants out, clearly out of breath.

  “I want to sleep with my cock inside you, no need to clean up.”

  “But the wet spot.” She goes to argue.

  “Don’t worry about the wet spot, I have a feeling this whole bed will be flooded by morning.” We move carefully on the bed, not taking my dick out of her as we cuddle. I feel the moment she falls asleep in my arms, her breath evening out, and soft little snores are heard in the room.

  After tonight, Chris will be but a distant memory, and Trixie and I can start our life together. This was more perfect than I ever could have imagined.

  After all the years I spent single, playing the good guy, the friend, I finally get the girl.

  Chapter 26

  Trixie

  I roll over and groan at the sound of my alarm clock going off. God I’m so sore and achy, but a good achy. I haven’t had an all-night sexathon in … well, I’ve never had one. An hour after I feel asleep after round one last night, Preston woke me up for round two. Round three happened a few hours later, at my doing. I woke up and his hand was cupping me, and I just had to climb on top of him and ride him as hard and fast as I could.

  Preston really is my unicorn. He made me come each and every time he was inside me, and more than once. I’ve never felt that in my life, and I didn’t know what I was missing until last night.

  I stretch out in bed and feel the empty space beside me. Sitting up I look around the room. Where’s Preston? A piece of paper on his pillow catches my eye.

  Hey beautiful, got called in early, I should be home before you tonight. Don’t worry about supper, I’ll make us something.

  Love, Preston.

  I smile and flop back onto my pillow. My alarm goes off again. Ugh, I hate alarm clocks. I reach over and shut it off, moving out of the bed. I take a quick shower, put my hair back into a ponytail, and grab my white blouse and black pants that Eden told me would be my uniform.

  I make it to her diner quickly and rush to the back, still not erasing the smile on my face. “Someone got it on last night!” Eden cheers as she takes in my appearance.

  My face heats up and I look away from her. “Shh.”

  “No way, I ain’t shushing for nothing. How was it? Was it hot? Was it big? Was he demanding? Spill woman!”

  “How ‘bout you don’t spill, my wife doesn’t need to know shit about another man in bed,” Jasper growls from the door of Eden’s back office.

  I giggle.

  “Why do you always ruin my fun? I wasn’t asking for a tryout with him, I just want to know about her experience.”

  “Woman!” Jasper barks at her as he steps further into the room.

  I decide to back out and get to work. I shut their door and quickly make my way to the kitchen. Twenty minutes later, I’m sweating over the grill when a disheveled Eden comes and joins me. I grin at her and she grins back. “Jealous sex is almost as good as make up sex,” she informs me with a wink.

  “Eden,” I call as she walks to the walk-in fridge.

  “What’s up?”

  “Do you believe in love at first site?” I ask.

  “Lust at first site? Absolutely. Love, that slowly builds up. Why? You in love with Preston?”

  “I don’t know, it feels like that, but we only started dating.”

  Eden shrugs. “True but at the same time, you’ve known him for years. So, it’s not that surprising things are going so fast.”

  “Should I tell him?”

  “No way, girl, get with the times. He should tell you first.” She hip chucks me and walks away. “And between you and me, I think he’s just waiting for the right moment to say it.”

  **

  After my shift, I text Preston and let him know I’m just going to the liquor store and I’ll be home soon. When he told me that he was making pasta and garlic bread, I told him it needed to be eaten with a red wine, something he doesn’t have. So, I told him I didn’t mind grabbing it.

  As I head to my car after saying goodbye to Eden, my name is called. Looking up, I see Chris, his face is hard, jaw clenched. Uh oh.

  “Where you living?” he demands, coming close to me.

  I narrow my eyes at him. “It’s really none of your business, Chris. We’re not married anymore.”

  “Until our lawyers call us and we get the final letter, we’re still technically married, so damn right it’s my fucking business!” he snaps at me.

  “Chris, we were over a long ass time ago. You know that. We signed the papers, we’re over.”

  He walks around my car and grabs my arm. “I only signed those fucking papers because I thought I had a chance to win you back, to start over. Now you’re shacking up with another man when we’re not even officially over.” He leans in close. “Have you been with him all this time? Did you fuck him?”

  “Chris, let go. Now. I’m sorry if this hurts you, but you knew this day would come. And no, I haven’t been with Preston all this time, we just started dating.”

  “You fucked him already, didn’t you?”

  “It’s none of your business!” I scream in his face.

  “It is my fucking business. Before we married, you fucked anyone with a dick, and now you’re back to doing the same damn thing.”

  “Who fucking cares?! And I’m not fucking everyone, just Preston. But if I wanted to fuck everyone in town, I would! And you can’t stop me. Now let me go.” I pull my arm out of his hold and move back from him. “I don’t want to hurt you, Chris, but we’re over. Done. I’m moving on with my life, and you need to as well.”

  A muscle in his jaw ticks and I know in this moment he’s going to ruin every single thing we ever had together. “Fuck you, Trixie. I’m glad we lost Lola, I’m glad I fucked Lacey and made a child with her. Only thing I regret right now is ever marrying you.” I haul my arm back and slap him across his face.

  “How dare you say tha
t about Lola. How fucking dare you. I stood by you for years. While we were dating and I knew you were fucking around. I knew about the night before we got married. I could have left before I put my dress on that morning, but I didn’t. I believed that once we were settled, it would be just us. I was so wrong about you. Eleven years of my life, wasted on trash. And by the way asshole, Preston is my unicorn. He’s the only man that’s ever been able to make me come with his dick inside me.” Therapy helped me see that Chris and I weren’t meant to be together for the long haul. When we were dating, the signs were all there, but we both went through with it, when we really shouldn’t have. Once we signed that marriage license, we tried. Losing Lola was the first phase of our final breaking point.

  Him having Lita with Lacey, was officially the end.

  I move to open my door but Chris’s arm stretches in front of me. “Fuck, Trixie, I didn’t mean to say that shit, I’m just pissed.”

  “Yeah, well, it doesn’t matter now. Move, I’m going home.”

  He steps back away from me and lets me go. “For the record, Chris. I did love you, faults and all. But we’re not meant for each other.”

  His head hangs down in shame, and a tear falls down his face. I drive away and notice a few people from the diner were coming out, probably hearing our altercation.

  Chapter 27

  Chris

  I really have lost her for good. Trixie even threw my past indiscretions in my face and that hurt. Although I don’t know why she didn’t bring up her own. I wasn’t the only one that slept around before our wedding. We both were dysfunctional towards each other, but once we married everything changed. We no longer were the fucked-up mess we once were. I never even looked at another woman once I made her my wife, until that awful night with Lacey.

  “Everything okay out here?” a voice calls from the diner.

  I wave whoever that was off and stalk back to my car. There is no point in me staying in this town any longer. My brother moved to Grand Prairie, and the rest of my family is scattered around British Columbia. I only stayed in Airdrie for Trixie, not wanting to move her away from her family.

  Now that it was official, we were over and there was no chance I can win her back, I need to leave. Lita and I need to go somewhere else and start over. Otherwise, I’ll never be able to move on from Trixie. I’ll see her around town with Thrane. Just thinking about that kills me. And what if she starts a family with him? I can’t be around for that.

  I head home, thanking Jess for watching Lita for me. Once she leaves, I start placing some calls. Fourth call I made is to a dealership in Surrey BC, and they said I can start in a month, once I put in my notice, they will start the transferring process. I hang up, thanking them, and go turn on my computer and type up my resignation letter.

  Joel might be pissed about this, since he already has to hire a new service manager and a new tower operator. Allan will probably finally make up his mind on he wants to do, since he’s been talking for a while now about moving to BC, to be closer to his and Jess’s family. Maybe I can convince him to apply where I’ll be going.

  If I sell the house, I wonder if Trixie will at least let me give her part of the sale? I call my lawyer up and ask her this. “Well, the papers have already been filed, so we can’t add anything else to it, we should actually be getting the official divorce certificate this week.”

  “But what if I sell and just go to the bank and have them deposit it into her account?”

  “Well, you could do that I guess, but you would have to have her bank information?”

  Shit, I don’t have that. “Could I send it to Sam, Trixie’s lawyer?”

  “Go ahead, but with how she said she doesn’t want anything from you, she might never cash that cheque.” I hang up once I finish telling Ms. Green my plans. She didn’t seem all that surprised when I said I was moving to BC with my daughter, makes me wonder if this whole damn town knew about Trixie and Preston before I did. Doesn’t matter now, it can’t. All that matters is moving on and being a good father for my little girl.

  I decide that’s enough for tonight, tomorrow I will finish getting everything lined up so I can leave this all behind. Move on, just like Trixie is.

  I go upstairs and peek into Lita’s room, she’s fast asleep in her toddler bed. I close the door quietly and go to my room, looking around. Maybe I couldn’t ever move on from Trixie because she was my safe place. But she’s right, we’re not meant for each other.

  Chapter 28

  Trixie

  I managed to go to the liquor store, picking up not only a few bottles of wine but a few other items just so we have them around the house without another run in with Chris. Fights with him over the years have always hurt so bad. We always said the worst and meanest things we could say to each other.

  And right now, what I’m feeling for Preston feels weird. We’ve only been dating, what, two days? Sure, Eden was right, we have known each other for years, but we never really knew each other. Now with my final divorce papers arriving any day, according to Sam, here I am going at warp speed into another relationship.

  I hit the garage opener on my sun visor and pull into the garage. One thing I love about Preston’s home is that he has a two-car garage, when most houses around here only have garages big enough for one vehicle to fit inside, or two can fit but you won’t be able to open any doors, unless you’re a piece of paper.

  As soon as I open my car door, the garage door opens to the house and Preston comes into view. “Hey, babe.” He smiles at me.

  “Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. I had a run in with Chris and then I decided to fill a shopping cart at the liquor store.”

  His eyes darken at the mention of Chris, but he chuckles when he peeks into my trunk and sees I wasn’t lying about filling a shopping cart at the liquor store.

  “Why would you buy so much? Holy shit, this will last a year, if not longer.”

  “Um, I wouldn’t be too sure of that. Girls’ night … we kind of go through a bottle or two of vodka.”

  He carries the largest box, full of vodka, into the house. “Don’t worry about that shit, I’ll bring it in,” he calls as I go to grab another box of booze out. Instead I just grab the bags of wine and follow him in.

  “I probably should have asked you first if you had a place to hold all these bottles, before I bought them.”

  He laughs. “Don’t worry about it, not sure how much of our place you’ve explored but in the basement, is a full bar.” He said our house. I’m not imagining that, right? Our house? “You’ll have plenty of spots to put all this away, since it’s bare down there. I even have a wine area installed and a beer fridge.”

  I snap my fingers. “I knew I forgot something.”

  “Don’t worry about the beer, I’ll get some next time I’m out.” He pulls me to him after he sets the box down and kisses me. “I hope you didn’t miss the part where I said this is our house.” His silver eyes draw me in, and I nod, still staring up at him.

  “This isn’t moving too fast for you? It’s only been two days.”

  “Two days but feels like longer. I’ve waited years for you to be mine, and I’m not going slow, no matter how much you fight it.” He kisses my forehead. “Now, tell me about your run in with Chris. He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

  I shake my head no. “Only with his words, but I hurt him just as bad. Our relationship was never as good as we made it out to be. His cheating and mine while we were dating. The way we fought our whole marriage was basically just tearing each other apart. Sure, we had good times, fun times, but we never trusted each other, we lied to each other all the time about the littlest things. We just basically brought it all out into the open this evening.”

  “I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he tells me on a squeeze.

  “Honestly, I’m glad you weren’t. Probably would have made the situation worse, considering you’re what started his confrontation.”

  He sighs. “I’m sorry, Trixie.”
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  “You don’t need to be sorry for anything. You did nothing wrong.”

  He steps away from me and grins. “Why don’t you change into something more comfortable, and I’ll go stick the garlic bread in the oven.”

  “Sounds good.” I give him another kiss and go to change. When I step into my room, I notice all my things are gone. “What on earth?” I whisper to myself.

  “Oh, forgot to tell you,” Preston shouts up the stairs. “I moved all your stuff into our room.”

  Fifteen minutes later, I’m wearing my Sons of Anarchy pajama pants and a ratty old tee shirt. Preston smirks as he takes in my appearance. “So, why did you move all my stuff?”

  “Told you, babe, the minute I sunk my cock inside of you, you were mine, and that was that. So, when I got home from work I moved it all.”

  I shake my head at him. “You’re so cocky.”

  “Yeah, baby, I am. You want dessert first?”

  I lick my licks and smile at him. “Damn right I do.”

  “Good, strip and set your ass on the counter. I feel like feasting first.”

  Chapter 29

  1 month later

  Preston

  Forty-three days since I first claimed Trixie as mine. Twenty-four days since she was legally divorced. And twenty days since her ex-husband moved out of town. I first thought I would have more of a fight on my hands with him, but once he realized he would never win her back, everything from then on was smooth sailing.

  I saw him once before he left town. He came by the police station to give me photo albums he found while he was packing up and told me to treat Trixie good. Of course, I told him I would treat her like the queen she is and better than he ever could.

  He just nodded and gave me a smile, saying, “Good, at least someone knows how special she really is, I was a fool that didn’t.” I felt for him in that moment, it took losing Trixie for real for him to turn his life around.