Watching Trin by Freya Barker

Chapter 17

Trin

Turns out my nerves were wasted energy.

Bodhi’s sister had been a surprise. Bold, uninhibited, kind, and funny, she took no time at all to blow any apprehension I felt right out of the water. So different from Bodhi, who may share her kindness but has a more modest, even cautious, way about him.

The few hours spent with the Jones family leave me with a smile on my face. Not nearly as scary as I thought it would be.

I can’t remember a whole lot from when my mom was alive so I can’t really recall what the dynamics were in my family then, but I know after she died there was a lot of tension in our house. A combination of mostly unspoken grief, a heavy sense of responsibility, and a lack of communication. Pops had a job that took a lot out of him already and I don’t think he had a clue what to do with two little girls. There was love, for sure, but there was also this constant need to walk on eggshells, and no sense of security. I never rebelled—heck, I can’t recall ever disagreeing or stepping out of line—until I left home.

I wonder what it would’ve felt like to grow up in a family like Bodhi’s, stable and safe enough to develop your own identity. It took me years of exploring and many miles of traveling to get a sense of who I am.

“You’re doing some heavy thinking.”

I turn to Bodhi and realize we’re still sitting at the curb outside his parents’ home.

“Not really. I was just thinking what it would’ve been like growing up in your family. They’re lovely, by the way.”

“Let’s just say that every gray hair on my parents’ heads is well-deserved,” he says with a grin as he leans over the center console.

His face is inches from mine when his dark eyes lower to my mouth and I respond by bridging the remaining distance. My hand brushes the slight stubble along his jaw, and then I’m kissing him. He tastes like rich spices, a hint of coffee, and sexy man. My fingers slide into his hair, grabbing on as heat coils low in my belly, and the feeling is so delicious, a soft moan escapes me.

“Katrina,” he mumbles against my lips. “We’re gonna need to find a better place to continue this.”

“Okay…”

I’d agree to anything at this point.

His head comes up and he glances over my shoulder, groaning as he does so.

“My family is also a fucking pain in the ass.”

My head whips around and I see his sister and mother smiling broadly as they look on from the living room window. I should probably be embarrassed but instead find myself grinning as Bodhi peels away from the curb.

I don’t ask him where we’re going, but my anticipation is building as he quietly navigates through town. My body feels charged and I’m afraid the slightest touch might ignite me. By the time he turns into the trailer park, my heart is beating a wild staccato and my breathing is ragged.

There is no ceremony, just a firm grip of his hand as he leads me to his front door. Inside he doesn’t bother turning on the lights but instead presses me with my back against the wall, leaning the full weight of his body into me.

“Now’s the time to tell me to stop,” he says in a low, rough voice, grinding the solid outline of his cock against me. “I’ve been fucking dying for this.”

Even in the dim light of the trailer I see his dark eyes burning with need.

Braver than I think I’ve ever been, I slide a hand down the waistband at his back and find the firm globe of his ass cheek, digging my fingers in.

“No.” My own voice is hoarse. “Don’t stop.”

No sooner does the last word pass my lips than his mouth claims mine.

The pent-up desire building these past weeks is suddenly unleashed in bruising lips and frantic hands. I barely notice banging into some furniture as we move through the small trailer to the bedroom. Most of our clothes are shed along the way, and I vaguely register I’m left only in the flimsy underwear I opted to wear under my otherwise functional jeans and shirt.

Before I have a chance to take in my surroundings, I’m on my back on a bed, Bodhi’s hand tugging at my bra. His mouth latches on the moment my breast is released and my back arcs off the mattress at his strong tug.

There’s no time to be self-conscious as the rasp of his stubble and the brush of his calloused fingertips along my skin demand all of my focus. My own hands are equally busy, exploring every strong line and coiled muscle down his back, shoving down the back of his jeans. I feel the flex of his ass against my palms as he rocks his hips between my legs, causing a delicious friction through the thin silk of my underwear.

“Bodhi…” I plead breathlessly when he switches attention to the other breast.

Rolling on one hip, he makes room for his hand to slide into my panties, fingertips dragging over my slick folds. When he plunges two fingers inside me, humming deeply around my nipple, the multiple sensations have me almost climax on the spot.

One moment I’m reaching for an orgasm, the next I’m left exposed, Bodhi standing at the foot of the bed staring down at me.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, his hands working the zipper on his jeans.

My eyes drift down the strong column of his neck, to his finely dusted chest, and lower. His hands impatiently shove down his jeans and underwear before he straightens up. The sharply delineated V of his hips points to the dark nest of hair at the base of his erection. Thick veins stand out along his cock—several shades darker than his body—a bead of precum glistening at the tip.

I’m so focused on that part of him, I barely notice him reaching for a box of condoms on the dresser.

“Let me see all of you,” he mumbles as he tucks a foil packet between his teeth. Then he reaches for the waistband of my panties. “Take off your bra.”

My hands automatically move to the clasp between my breasts as his pull my underwear slowly down my legs. Then he firmly pushes my knees apart and, for a fraction of a moment, I feel vulnerable and exposed. His deep guttural groan and the explicit hunger in his eyes make quick work of any insecurity.

He tears the foil and I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom on, his eyes never leaving me.

“Next round I’m taking my time,” he warns.

He puts a knee in the bed, grabs one of my ankles lifting it on his shoulder so I’m spread wide open, and lines himself up at my core. He enters me in one powerful stroke. The sudden invasion overwhelms me with a host of sensations. I hiss out a breath and he instantly freezes, concern on his face.

“Okay?”

Am I okay? I almost laugh, I haven’t been this fucking okay in a very, very long time.

“Oh yeah…”

His eyes darken as he plants his stretched arms in the bed on either side of me, spreading me even more, and with his nostrils flaring starts powering inside me.

* * *

Bodhi

She’s still sensitive when I run the washcloth between her legs.

I’ll need a bit of recovery time but that doesn’t mean I don’t have other ways to enjoy her, and there’s a lot to enjoy.

She was dozing off when I walked out of the bathroom and didn’t even flinch when I turned on the light on the nightstand. I took my time mapping every inch of her with my eyes. Taking in the pale freckles dotting her shoulders and chest, the pale pink tips of her modest breasts, the slight swell of her belly, and the full curves of her hips and thighs. Soft flesh I didn’t take the time to explore earlier, but plan to do so now.

“What are you doing?” she mumbles, her pale blue eyes peeking out from under their heavy lids.

She seems unconcerned, her legs open and relaxed as I minister to her.

“Playing.”

I toss the washcloth in the general direction of the bathroom without taking my eyes off the copper-colored patch of hair, a few shades darker than her long waves. Using my thumbs I spread her folds, exposing the hooded clit, and lightly blow on her. She hisses sharply, and I cover my smile as I nip at the pale skin on the inside of her thigh.

Her skin smells good, a combination of sex, citrus, and a scent uniquely hers.

Her hand finds the top of my head and I feel a slight sting when her fingers curl in my hair. I suck her flesh between my lips, wanting to leave my mark on her. Then I turn my head slightly and lick a path up her crease, ending with a light flick of my tongue to the bundle of nerves. As I close my mouth over her core, her soft thighs press against my head and she sighs deeply. One of the many reasons I much prefer pliable curves to unyielding muscle or bone. Trin has plenty of the former.

Her movements become more urgent as I take my time eating her, hips undulating against my mouth. I introduce two digits into her tight channel and barely touch a fingertip to her G-spot when her body jerks with the force of her orgasm.

Easing my fingers from her, I look up her body and catch her watching me, her face flushed a pretty pink.

“Wow. A twofer,” she says with light dancing in her eyes. “We can call that a first.”

I push myself up and over her body, feeling ridiculously full of myself at that announcement. I also make a mental note to try for a few more ‘firsts’ with her. Sounds like maybe she hasn’t been that adventurous before, but given her responsiveness I’m thinking she could be.

“Fair warning,” I mumble as I nuzzle her neck. “I want to claim any firsts you have left.”

Her body moves with her soft laughter and I lift my head so I can watch her. Watching Trin is becoming my new favorite pastime.

“Plenty left,” she shares. “I’ve been a bit busy raising my son.”

I prop myself up on an elbow, cupping my face with my hand.

“No serious relationships?”

She shakes her head.

“When I was younger I was focused on quantity, not quality. Even my thing with Tucker’s dad was brief and fleeting. To be honest, I’m not even sure how a serious relationship would work.” She lifts a hand and lets her fingers play with my chest hair. “What about you?”

The question sounds casual enough, but I detect some tension under the surface.

“That’s kind of a tricky question since being here with you would indicate any serious relationship I might’ve had didn’t work out so well. I wouldn’t be able to claim expertise on the subject.”

She sharply tugs at my chest hair.

“Ouch.”

“You’re being evasive.”

She looks cute when she pouts; a frown between her perfectly arched eyebrows and her lips ever so slightly pursed.

“Fine. I may have had a few longer relationships over the years.”

“A few?” she asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Two. Once for over a year when I was in college. It was fun for a while but I was young and not ready to settle down. She was. She’s now married to an insurance broker in Pueblo and has three kids.”

Trin rolls on her side and mimics my pose, propping her head up on her hand.

“And the second one?”

I don’t have a problem talking about Kate, who has been living in Pueblo for the past twelve years, but Tasha is a different story. I was older, and I thought wiser, but not smart enough to see the train wreck coming and the memory still stings.

Trin must sense my hesitation because she places her free hand on my arm.

“It’s okay, you don’t—”

“No. It’s fine,” I interrupt her. “Tasha and I were together for five months before I discovered she was hiding an addiction to painkillers. I offered to get her help but I guess she didn’t want any and was gone the next day. That was probably close to eight years ago.”

“I’m sorry, that must’ve been tough.”

“I’m embarrassed to confess what I struggled with most is being that stupid. In hindsight, the signs had been there but at the time I was blind to them.”

Enough talk. I reach over and pull Trin closer, rolling us until I’m on my back with her draped over me. I cup the back of her head as I move in for a kiss. My other hand I slide down her spine until it covers her ass. She wedges her legs between mine and slowly starts making her way down my body, dropping kisses along the way. When she reaches my cock, I lift my head, tucking a pillow underneath.

Her hand is small and doesn’t reach all the way around but her stroke is firm. When she bends down and lightly circles the head with her tongue, I almost launch off the bed. Her blue eyes lift and lock on mine as she torturously slowly takes me in her mouth.

Fuck. So gorgeous, her body framed between my darker legs, her hair draped over my hips as she takes me in deeper between those perfect lips. My eyes want to roll to the back of my head at the feeling of my cock sliding into her wet heat, but I struggle to keep them open. I don’t want to miss a thing.

A ring I don’t recognize sounds in the other room and with a mumbled apology Trin almost leaps off the bed. I get a good view of her backside as she darts out of the bedroom. Then I lie back, close a fist around my dick where her hot mouth was seconds ago, and listen to her muted voice in the other room.

Barely a minute later she walks in, her phone still in her hand.

“I’m so sorry, but I have to go. Some idiot threw a brick through the rear window of my Jeep.”