Trace

24 - Don't go

Fallon

Trace walks over to my couch and slumps down on it, his head back for a second before he sighs and looks at me.

“I deserved that.” He sits forward, elbows on his knees for a second before sitting back again.

I’m just standing here with my arms folded around myself, wishing I felt better about him and me. All I want is to tell Trace that I love him and I want nothing more than to be with him, but if I don’t do this now, I will always wonder what he’s doing and with whom he’s doing it. We cannot start a relationship without putting all our cards on the table from the very beginning.

“Willow and I were young when we got together. I didn’t even know who I was back then. I ain’t gonna sit here and feed you some bullshit line about why I did what I did to her. I was a cunt, and that’s the truth. Willow deserved more than me, and she found it in Hammer. They have a love so rare.”

He’s right, they do. They’re perfect together.

Could we find that, Trace and me?

I don’t think I’m that lucky, even though I want it desperately.

“After Willow left me, I never even contemplated another relationship. Didn’t want one, never needed one. I fucke.d whoever, whenever, and wherever because I could,”

This isn’t making me feel any better!

“Then, you came along. The girl I can’t forget. The girl who’s driving me insane! The only girl I have ever, in all honesty, wanted to make mine and never let go. You’re fuckin’ amazing, Fallon, and you don’t even see it. You’re smart and beautiful, and you keep me on my toes like no one before you. We’re two of a kind, you and me.”

He smiles sweetly at me, and I can’t help smiling back.

“You are everything, Fallon.” Trace scrubs his hands over his face and gets out of his seat. “Fuc.k it. I’m no good at this shi.t.”

Trace pushes past me, and I’m like, seriously?

I get it; he’s tongue-tied; he’s never felt like this about anyone before, not even Willow, and yes, that makes me feel really fuckin.g special. It makes my heart beat tenfold. It makes me want to jump up and down and scream to the heavens because I feel so damn happy. For the first time since Scott was shot, I feel genuine happiness inside of me.

Am I worried that Trace would cheat on me?

I think deep down, there will be that fear there for a while until we get to really know each other, at least. But then, he might have the same concern about me. But I also know I trust him, and I hope he can learn to trust me.

We have fun together. We also argue, fight, and make each other jealous, which leads to the most fantastic se.x I’ve ever had. We have a passion most can only dream of. Trace is my kryptonite, as well as the light in my life, my sun and moon, and my everything.

Jesus, I sound stupid, but that’s honestly how Trace makes me feel. I’ve tried so hard to fight what I’m feeling, but when he’s in front of me like this, I feel so weak, and I just want him to hold me.

Do I trust Trace?

With my life.

If I trust him with my life, shouldn’t I also put that trust in the fact he won’t cheat on me?

Wouldn’t that be fair?

Yes, he has a shitty reputation for sleeping around, but everyone can change if they really want to. I’ve heard a thousand times about how both men and women change when they meet “The One.” Trace isn’t the exception to that. He can change as much as anyone else. I have to believe that.

I don’t want to watch Trace walk away from me for good this time. He came here to tell me he’d forgiven me for what happened with Brick. Even though I proved myself to be a cheat when he’s not once been with anyone else since we met. He still wants to be with me, to be my man, and I want that too. So fuckin.g badly.

“Wait!” Trace stops just as his hand reaches for the doorknob. He turns to look at me. I open my mouth to speak, but the words won’t come out, so I smile and run at him, my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off the ground. “Don’t go. I love you, and I trust you won’t hurt me.”

He pulls me closer to his body, and I wrap my legs around him. Something inside of me settles. The nagging, lonely feeling inside of me is gone. I’m not alone because I have Trace, the man I love, and I know nothing can ruin this for me. For us.

“I love you, baby girl.”

God, it feels so good to hear him say that.

“Take me to bed,” I mumble around kisses to his sex.y mouth.

He smirks and carries me to my bedroom. Standing me on my feet, Trace relieves me of my clothes. He then stands there while I strip his sex.y body of his clothes. I get to my knees in front of him. I want his beautiful coc.k in my mouth. I love the taste of him, and I want it all.

I stroke him up and down, feeling the smooth skin of his hard coc.k, all the time, looking into his beautiful eyes as he watches me. I love that Trace watches me like this; it makes me feel so powerful.

I lick the tip of his coc.k and smile when he hisses in pleasure. I could never have touched Brick like this. I can’t even imagine putting his dic.k in my mouth and sucking it. Brick wouldn’t have tasted like Trace. Trace tastes so damn perfect I could get lost in him and be happy there for the rest of my life.

“That’s it, baby girl. Fuc.k. Suck me just like that.” I hum around a mouthful of his coc.k, and his hand strokes my hair like a master petting his loyal dog or cat.

Trace is getting frantic, rutting my mouth harder, faster, choking me. God, I love it!

I pull him out of my mouth for a second and tell him, “Cu.m in my mouth, Trace.” He growls from his chest, grabs my head in his hands, and fuck.s my face like a madman until he’s shooting his load right down my throat.

Trace throws his head back, his hips still thrusting in and out slowly as he comes down from his orgas.m. He looks like he’s in heaven right now, and that makes me feel amazing.

I squeal happily when Trace reaches down and grabs me, throwing me down on my bed and diving between my legs. My eyes roll to the back of my head, and my back arches off the bed the second his tongue slides along my soaking wet, aching puss.y. My God, he’s so good at eating my puss.y. I’ve never felt anything like it.

I grab Trace’s hair in my hands, pulling him closer, screaming for him to suck my c**t harder. He does, so hard that I’m grinding into him until I cu.m so hard, I can’t breathe.

It isn’t until Trace’s lips hit mine, that I take a much-needed breath. “I love you so fuckin’ much.”

I smile against his mouth. “I love you so fuckin’ much, too, man of mine.”

He growls, and it’s a happy sound before kissing me ferociously. I kiss him back with just as much passion as he enters me.

His coc.k slides into me so hard and fast that I can’t even swallow. Trace rocks into me, my legs around his waist, and my nails scratching his back.

He sucks on my left nippl.e before getting to his knees, taking my legs at the ankle and spinning me to the side, and fuckin.g me like the beast he is.

Oh God, I love this man so much. He takes me so high, so out of my head, that I never want to find my way back again.

Nothing matters when he’s inside of me. Nothing matters but us, and there will always be an us. I can see such a future with this man. I know I can fix everything wrong in my life with him by my side.

Maybe I can even get back from Brick what he took. I can trust my man and his love for me. He’ll love her like I do, and she’ll be so happy with us. Just a little longer, and all will be well.

Trace grabs my left breast in his hand, squeezing as he fuck.s me harder. “Trace, please!”

“Cu.m, Fallon. Cu.m for me, baby girl.”

I do, so hard my chest feels tight! “Jordan!” I scream his given name, causing him to fuc.k me even harder until he’s spilling his seed deep inside of me, and it feels so good.

Trace pulls out of me and flops down beside me. I turn on my right side and into his big, strong arms. He holds me close to him, my head on his shoulder, my arm wrapped around his waist. This is where I belong, in the arms of the man who loves me.

“Everything’s gonna be just fine, Fallon. I’ve got you, baby.”

I kiss his chest and smile. I snuggle into him, and I love the feeling of being safe with him.