No Strings Attached [Cavanaugh Series]

No Strings Attached

Chapter Eight – Take time with a wounded man

Trent stared at the beautiful woman lying next to him. She looked so peaceful in her sleep. He loved it when she murmured in her sleep, revealing bits and pieces of her secret thoughts that she so rarely shared. He could still not fathom her completely, nor his response to her. He shrugged, I always grow bored of them eventually.

He kissed her forehead and smoothed her hair back. She stirred in her sleep and then her breathing settled back into deep, slow rhythms. He decided to get up and quietly started dressing himself. He was securing his wrist watch when he heard her shifting beneath the sheets as she sat up on her elbows and looked at him sleepily.

“Sneaking off again?” she said as she sat with her legs over the side of the bed. His cock grew harder at the sight of her naked on the bed. He walked over to her, gripped her chin and then kissed her hard on the lips.

“I don’t sneak,” he said while looking into her sleepy eyes. She brushed his hands away, seemingly unfazed by his demeanour and then wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down on top of her in the bed. They kissed passionately while rolling around on bed and getting tangled in the sheets. He groaned and sat up abruptly. He stood up and raked his hand through his hair, then resting his hands on his hips with his cock straining against his pants. “As much as I would like to continue this,” he grunted, “I have already overslept and should leave now to go meet a prospective client.”

He pulled her out of bed as well and wrapped his arms around her. “Lets go out tonight. I’ll pick you up at eight,” he said, his expression unreadable. Merin’s pulse picked up as she recalled how exciting their last evening out had been.

“Sure,” she said casually, not wanting to give away how excited she was feeling.

He spanked her naked butt and winked at her before he left, the room suddenly quiet and cold.

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Merin proceeded to put on some loud semi-angry music on the stereo. Not that she was feeling angry. She just felt like being hyped up for her evening out with Trent. She found him so intriguing. And the information he had shared with her only left her wanting more. She felt like she was finally beginning to understand his aggressive and self-destructive behaviour.

She proceeded to take a long bath, soaking until her skin was pink and wrinkly. She then took her time to do her make-up and hair. She decided on wearing a sexy little black dress that was tight and lacey.

She was finished early and felt a bit stupid waiting for him. She proceeded to make herself a drink as she waited, growing more impatient with each passing minute. She jumped when there was a loud knock at the door.

“You’re late,” she said haughtily as she stepped out of the door and locked it behind her. He merely chuckled and pulled her in for a deep, hard kiss. She was surprised when she looked at him and saw that he was wearing more casual clothes: black jeans and a tight white shirt underneath his leather jacket.

They did not have much to talk about as they made their way outside and he hailed a cab. He looked deep in thought as he sat quietly staring out of the window, his hand absentmindedly rubbing her thigh through the material of her coat.

He caught her staring at him and he then smirked at her. Pulling her closer, they proceeded to shamelessly make out in the backseat of the cab until they reached their destination. Merin felt lightheaded and her lips were sore from their efforts. It took her a minute to take in their surroundings as the cab driver sped off. She was shocked as she looked around the deteriorating streets. Why would Trent bring her downtown? She heard him chuckle and he put his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against him and whispering into her ear, “I’ll protect you.” His voice was dripping with sarcasm.

She rolled her eyes at him and swallowed hard when a group of women dressed like street walkers walked past them. Merin and Trent strolled slowly in the same direction as other small groups of people, a lot of them dressed in black and adorned with piercings and tattoos. Merin could hear the loud chatter of a crowd of people as well as the low beats of music as they approached their destination. There was a small group of smokers outside the building that looked like an abandoned warehouse from outside. Merin felt their eyes on her and squirmed against Trent. She felt overdressed for this crowd. If only he had given her warning! She scoffed at herself, recalling that that was not Trent’s style at all.

Trent pushed open the door and pulled her in behind him. The music blared loudly and the place was dimly lit with heavy smoke hanging low in the room, making everything look hazy. There were small tables and booths throughout the bar and a small mosh pit had formed in front of the low podium where a band was screaming their lungs out and angrily playing their electrical instruments. The crowd cheered when the band hit their last note. Trent guided Merin to a small round table against the wall. She felt insecure when she took off her coat and was met with a few ‘What are you trying to prove’ glances from a few Goths nearby.

“Quaint,” she told Trent as she settled onto her chair. He laughed and pulled her chair closer to his, skidding it across the floor until he could rest his arm around the back of her chair as he slouched down in his own. He held up two of his fingers to a waitress across the room and she winked at him before turning to the bar to fetch them two of whatever he just ordered.

“Come here often?” Merin asked, putting her hand on his thigh.

“It’s open mic the last Saturdays of every month,” he said and closed his eyes when she slipped her hand up his inner thigh, brushing his cock.

“Trent, my man!” a guy next to him suddenly said, causing Merin to instantly pull her hand away. Trent smirked at then removed his arm that was draped over the back of Merin’s chair in order to shake the guy’s hand.

“Clutch,” he said, “Merin,” he nodded towards Merin, not taking his eyes off of the stage. Clutch gave Merin an approving once-over.

“How’s it?” Clutch asked as he settled down at their table as well. This was so not what Merin was expecting when Trent asked her out.

“Been busy,” he grunted as he took the beers from the waitress and took a swig from his as he placed Merin’s in front of her. Merin took her beer and sipped gingerly at it as she observed the crowd around her. She saw another group of people on the stage while they plugged in different guitars and tested out volumes and effects.

The crowd gave half-hearted cheers and whoops as the band announced themselves and started playing equally angry and energetic music. The mosh pit regrouped and crashed into each other to the beat of the music. Merin could not hear Trent’s conversation with Clutch over the loud music and observed them talking and laughing. Trent looked so natural here and people seemed to know him as many of them walked up to him to greet him or shouted profanities at him from the other side of the bar.

Merin moved her head to the beat of the music. She was starting to enjoy the crowd and the music was hitting the spot as she felt like this type of music the whole day. She turned her face and saw Trent looking at her with an amused look on his face. He placed his warm hand against the exposed skin of her back and caressed her skin as he continued his conversation with Clutch. Merin clapped her hands as the band thanked the crowd and retired from the stage, shaking hands and joking with those sitting near the front of the stage. She felt Trent’s hand leave her back and her breath caught in her throat as she saw him take off his leather jacket and discard it on the chair. He looked so fucking sexy in his blank pants and tight white shirt hugging his muscular figure and tattooed arms. He walked up to the stage without a backward glance to her and she observed him curiously as he spoke to a girl and guy who were standing on the stage. Her mouth dropped to the floor when she saw him picking up an electric guitar and slipping it around his body as he went to stand in front of the microphone.

Merin’s heart skipped a beat when she heard only his husky, sexy voice and an acoustic guitar over the speakers

“Seize the day,

or die regretting the time you lost

It's empty and cold without you here, too many people to ache over”

He took in a deep breath and the rest of the band starter joining in with his voice.

“I found you here, now please just stay for a while

I can move on with you around

I hand you my mortal life, but will it be forever?”

He skilfully played the electric guitar as he sang, his intense eyes looking over the crowd as he continued singing.

“I'd do anything for a smile, holding you 'til our time is done

We both know the day will come, but I don't want to leave you”

His voice was loud and cracked with intensity as he poured every emotion into his words.

“So, what if I never hold you? Yeahhh,

Or kiss your lips again?? Whoah!

So I never want to leave you, and the memories

I beg don't leave me”

The band broke out into instrumentals only, their enjoyment infectious as the crowd cheered and moved with the music. The music changed tempo abruptly after a while and Trent’s beautiful voice ended off an a melancholic note

“I'm stuck here alone

Falling away from me, no chance to get back home

no chance to get back home...”

The crowd cheered loudly and Merin joined in. The band immediately started a second song and Merin bobbed her head and moved her hands and shoulders along to the music as they played. She felt so proud that Trent was sharing this part of his life with her as well.

She walked up to the stage when they eventually finished and Trent stepped down from the stage looking youthful and exhilarated. He crushed her to his warm, slightly sweaty body and kissed her hard as he lifted her feet of the ground. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back eagerly. He set her down and wrapped his arm around her waist and she felt like a rock star as they sauntered over to their table to get her coat and his jacket, leaving the bar without a backwards glance.

Merin shivered when the cold air of the evening hit her body and gasped in surprise when Trent pushed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately as he lifted her legs and wrapped it around his hips. He kissed and bit his way down to her neck and Merin looked around to see if there was anyone in the street who could see them in their passionate embrace.

The door to the bar shoved open and a crowd of people walked out, not paying much attention to them as they walked down the street. Merin pushed against Trent’s chest uncomfortably, but he simply continued tormenting her neck and jaw with bites and kisses.

“Trent,” she said as she squirmed uncomfortably against him and he just chuckled against her neck. She gripped his head in her hands and turned his face towards hers. “Lets get out of here,” she said as she saw the devilish glint in his eyes. He let go of her legs and helped her steady herself and pull down her dress as he pulled her close again, walking down the street to find a cab.

He could not keep his hands off of her when they were in the cab and practically pulled her onto his lap as he kissed and fondled her, making her feel very turned on but strangely repulsed at the same time as she caught the eye of the cab driver looking at them through the rear view mirror. Trent apparently noticed her discomfort and gave a hard punch of warning against the glass separating the front of the car from the back. The cab driver braked suddenly, startled, but then continued to their apartment building without another backwards glance. Trent had her pushed down onto her back and she felt hot and ready when the car came to an abrupt stop. She reluctantly followed him out of the car, her knees feeling a bit shaky. He smirked and held her firmly against his side as they made their way inside, only to pounce each other again once they were behind the closed doors of the lift.

He pushed her up against the mirrored wall of the elevator and hungrily reached up her dress and between her legs as he breathed heavily against her neck. He groaned loudly when he felt how wet she was and immediately pushed her panties aside and slid two fingers inside of her pussy. His body was pressed tightly against hers and he was whispering deliciously naughty things into her ear as he pumped his fingers into her pussy. It did not take long to send her over the edge as she came screaming loudly in the elevator and would have collapsed to the floor if Trent’s strong body was not there to stabilise her. He brought his fingers to her mouth and she moaned loudly as she took them into her mouth and sucked her own juices off of his fingers. He groaned and grinded his cock against her until the ping of the elevator indicated that they had reached the top floor.

He picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and he stomped towards his apartment, making a quick job of unlocking his front door and throwing her down on the couch. He immediately started pulling his clothes off of his body and she followed suit, looking hungrily at his sexy masculine figure. She sat forward on the edge of the couch when he reached for her and she immediately started sucking his hard cock the way he liked it. She took in as much of his cock as she could and gagged on him as she played with his balls. She glanced up to see his eyes pinched closed and his mouth agape as he clearly loved the feeling of his cock in her throat. She held onto his ass and started moving her head back and forth over his cock whilst pushing him into her mouth. He groaned loudly and fisted his hand tightly in her head, pulling her roughly away from his cock.

He immediately pushed her facedown onto the couch, his hand still gripping her hair tightly. He spanked her ass hard before sliding his thick cock into her wet pussy, pumping hard and desperately into her. She screamed as he took her roughly from behind, pushing her hard against the couch as he fucked her. She screamed again and came unexpectedly when she felt his fingers pushing into her ass while his cock pounded into her pussy. She heard him groan and mutter something unintelligent as he collapsed on top of her, breathing shakily against her shoulder.

A couple of hours later Merin woke up to the feeling of Trent stirring on top of her. His weight was crushing on her, but surprisingly comfortable at the same time. She smiled as she recalled how they had ended up entangled on her his couch. He lifted his weight slightly and she struggled to turn around underneath him to lay on her back. He groaned and landed on top of her, knocking the air out of her lungs as he nuzzled his face between her breasts.

He licked and sucked and pinched her nipples, making them harden and stand erect. She moved her hands through his hair and over his shoulders while she admired the view of his sexy mouth and tongue teasing her nipples. She moaned softly when she felt his cock pressing against her inner thigh. She shifted herself lower, wanting to feel his cock against her pussy. He chuckled against her chest and blew a soft breath over her wet nipples, making pleasure radiate through her body as he pressed his cock against her wet pussy lips.

“Naughty little girl,” he murmured as he shifted himself and held his cock as he rubbed it between her pussy lips and over her clit, “Always wet and ready for me,” he whispered into her ear as he slid the head of his cock into her tight pussy. They both moaned and she wrapped her legs around him to take his cock deeper into her pussy. He breathed heavily against her neck as he moved his hips achingly slowly, making Merin press eagerly against him and push his ass to get him to go faster. He shivered and chuckled at her attempts, keeping the pace slow and torturous as he fucked her pussy slow and deep. Merin was writhing below him as her orgasm was building up in her, but not getting a release.

“Fuck me,” she whispered desperately into his ear and biting his shoulder. He moaned and pushed harder into her, but still slowly. “Please, Trent,” she whimpered weakly when he continued pushing deep and slow into her.

“That’s it baby, beg for me,” he groaned against her neck and picked up the pace as his cock filled her tight, wet pussy again.

“Yess,” she hissed softly, digging her nails into his back, “Harder, please!” she pleaded and he obliged immediately, pounding his hard cock into her soft and wet pussy over and over again. Merin screamed and came almost instantly, her body shaking uncontrollably beneath his.

He let out a desperate moan and thrust his cock as deep as he could into her when he came hard, his body shaking with hers.

They lay like that for a few minutes and Trent lifted his head to look into Merin’s eyes as she softly stroked his hair back. He smirked at her and just studied the features of her face as they lay there in silence.

“You’re not fucked up,” she said just above a whisper and Trent’s breath caught in his throat. He cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably before getting up and walking over to the kitchen, seemingly oblivious to his state of undress.

Merin sat up on the couch and pulled her legs up to her chest to wrap her arms around them, instantly regretting what she said when she saw his response. She rested her chin on her knees and observed him as he poured himself a glass of whiskey.

“Not from what I’ve seen,” she added softly when he ignored her. He chuckled, almost cruelly, and leaned against the counter to look at her with a grimace on his face.

“You don’t know me,” he said simply as he observed her with his face carefully arranged and not giving anything away. Merin’s heart skipped a beat and she licked her suddenly dry lips.

“I do know some things...” she said softly, insecurely.

“Yeah, like the gentle curve of my cock,” he scoffed, making Merin flinch.

He downed the rest of his whiskey and put the glass down loudly on the counter. He stood there with his arms crossed across his chest, his eyes dark and unreadable. Merin wondered grimly if this is what he looked like in the court room before he ripped a witness to shreds. “Typical,” he murmured and Merin felt a wave of anger rush through her body.

“What?” she said as her eyes narrowed on him.

“Just fucking typical,” he continued as he looked at her indifferently, “I tell you one fucking thing about my past and your female brain goes into overdrive, thinking that you know exactly what I am about,” he said, his words clipped and cruel, “And the best part is that you’re a fucking shrink, too!” he laughed. “I sure know how to pick ‘em,” he added under his breath.

Merin fought back the tears, not having expected this attack against her after they have seemed to grow more intimate over the last few days. Was it just her? Was it all in her mind?

“You sure are assuming a lot about me now,” she said evenly, forcing her feelings down.

He sneered at her, “You are not exactly hard to crack, Merin. Typical fucking rich girl. You have the world at your feet, everything handed to you on a silver platter your whole fucking life,” he said cruelly, “And now you’re stuck in your little boring, predictable life. Finding it easy to blame mommy and daddy for your own fucking shit.”

Merin let out a sob as Trent hit the nail on the head, driving the last nail into the coffin

“Fuck you, Trent,” she said as she stood up and started collecting her clothes off of the floor.

“You know where to find me, honey,” he said laughing, the smile not reaching his dark eyes.

Merin left his apartment still naked with her clothes in her hands, not being able to be in there a second longer. She made her way into her apartment and immediately rushed to the shower, washing the smell and feel of sex off of her body.

 

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Acknowledgments

Song: Seize the Day by Avenged Sevenfold (City of Evil, 2005).