Trey Ch. 06

Finally, knowing we could put it off no longer, we climbed back in his truck and headed back to reality, both of us silently swearing to find more days like this, more ways to be together. It was a quiet trip back to Jamie's bakery. We clasped our hands together the entire way, having become dependent on this simple contact as a way to keep our anguish at bay. Damp, disheveled and still showing evidence of our romp in the mud, we walked into Romano's, Trey's arm around me and the sodden basket swinging from my fingertips. Taking one look at our discolored clothes and my drowned-rat hairdo, Jamie bit his tongue to keep from laughing. And ever the gentleman, he avoided the obvious display of my outthrust nipples in my damp, dirty tank top. His gaze, however, stopped abruptly at the sight of the silver chain looping down between my breasts, and shot an almost imperceptible glance at Trey. Stepping forward, he slid his fingers under the gleam of silver, drawing it from between my breasts, the metal warm and shiny against his skin.

-Well, what have we here, he asked, setting the cross in motion, the overhead lights catching the design and sending a rainbow of color shooting around the room.

-Isn't it beautiful, I murmured, still awed at Trey's perception. I lifted my head and looked into Jamie's eyes. He's giving me a piece of his heart, for the piece of mine he's stolen, I whispered, knowing Jamie would understand.

Jamie stood there, silently, searching my eyes. Having been my confidante for so long, he was well aware of the problems of my marriage, yet he had watched me cherish those vows for many years, determined not to make the mistakes of friends who changed spouses like most people changed their underwear. He knew that I'd had growing feelings for Trey for a long time, had felt that undeniable chemistry years ago. He had held me through the first storms of guilt when Trey and I first indulged in talking sexy on the phone, and later through our web cams. He knew that if I were so blatantly wearing the mark of another man, then I had come to a decision about my life, whether I was consciously aware of it or not.

Lifting a hand to my cheek, he stroked a caring thumb across the smudge of dirt adorning me there.

-Oh babe, he murmured. If you're happy, then I'm happy for you. You've needed this for a long, long time.

-No one has ever made me happier, I whispered, tears filling my eyes as my lips trembled a smile.

Turning with me in his loose, brotherly embrace, he reached across to shake Trey's hand, as if welcoming him into the fold, which in essence, he was. Solemnly Trey held his gaze, unspoken words thickening the air between them, charge of my protection handed from one man to the other with nary a word spoken.

Gently Trey reached down, took my hand, and drew me to his side. His arm slid around me, his kiss brushed my temple, and my sigh of contentment told more than any words could say. Taking it all in with the most thoughtful of expressions on his face, Jamie smiled, walked to the cooler and broke out another bottle of champagne, declaring that such strength of emotion in such a storm-tossed world was surely worthy of a toast.

Breaking the seal and shooting the cork, the three of us laughed as foam sprayed everywhere, drenching the counter, spraying the floor, and soaking into still-damp clothing. Rolling his eyes at the mess he'd made, Jamie hustled to the kitchen in search of towels and cleaner.

-Y'know, we'd really ought to get out of these filthy clothes, Trey breathed into my ear, that soft, sexy tone shooting sparklers off inside of me. Wrapping both arms low around my waist, he leaned into me, bending me back over the counter, pressing his hips sweetly into mine.

Raising one leg to curl it around his hip, I leaned back even further, pulling his face down to mine, rocking gently against him, the wet seam of my jeans sweeping back and forth along the fold of his zipper. Slowly, sweetly, I reached up and kissed him, nibbling along his lips, licking and tasting his warm, smooth skin. The fire burned in my eyes as he splayed one hand across my back and ran the other along the curve of my hip and down the length of my leg, his touch igniting wanton fires of unquenchable need deep within me.

Snuggling me closer to him, he slid his hand up my waist, over the curve of my breast, across my throbbing nipple, and under the chain of my cross. Tugging it out from under my shirt, he slid it over my pebbled skin, making my breath hiss and my hips rock.

Glancing down, he murmured that the metal had dulled, where mud has splattered it—but he knew the perfect way to clean it off. Grinning at me in a way that made my toes curl, he blindly reached for the abandoned bottle of champagne, measuring Jamie's noisy search for cleaning equipment and silently betting that he had enough time to get me again. In one smooth, calculated motion, he tipped the bottle against my collarbone, cleaning the supposedly dirty metal and rendering my dingy tank top transparent in one smooth move. His eyes were glued to the vision of my clothed breasts being completely exposed to him, and my back arched in shock and delight at his daring action. Leaning down he feasted on me, slurping champagne from the valley between my breasts before suckling it off my diamond-hard nipples, his cock twitching and swelling at my gasps and moans of pleasure.

Tipping the bottle again, he slipped the rim of it into the waistband of my jeans, watching the slowly drying denim darken as it flowed across my abdomen and down over my pulsating slit, the shock of cold liquid on hot skin making my breath whistle through my teeth.

Hearing footsteps heading our way, Trey slid the bottle from my pants and rubbed against my denim-clad pussy, murmuring in my ear that he knew another part of me that needed to be cleaned out as well, and had the perfect tool to do it.

Grabbing my hand, he pulled me through the shop, our laughter trailing behind us. When Jamie stepped out of the kitchen, he saw the front door sliding shut, the champagne bottle gone, and Trey and I nowhere to be found. After rolling his eyes, he started to mop up the mess, whistling to himself and smiling at the remembered pleasure on my face when Trey held me in his arms, our feelings for one another apparent in our every move. Thinking once again of the missing bottle, Jamie shook his head, laughingly chastising himself that he was probably better off not imagining the many uses we would probably find for that cool green glass...