On Friday June was tense. She couldn't handle her upcoming date, and she certainly couldn't handle her mother's interfering ways. Martin called every day to confirm their date, and her mother was currently stood by her large, industrial mixing machine. Her work was becoming a problem. They were invading her peace and quiet while Trey invaded everything else. She missed him all the time.
They'd been having sex for over a week, and already she was desperate for another slice of him. Trey was her slice of heaven.
"Are you listening to me?" Lexie asked, snapping her out of fantasy land.
"I'm listening. Don't put my elbows on the table. Don't slouch. Order enough food to keep me satisfied but not too much to make him think I'm a pig," June said, repeating everything she'd been told.
"What else?"
"Listen to him all the time talk about his crappy work place. If I'm not sure what he's talking about, then get him to explain everything. Mom, I've got this. I've been on dates before." Admittedly, none she'd ever actually wanted to be on but whatever. No one was judging her.
"Your father and I are excited about this. We're thinking a New Year wedding."
Lexie's words pulled her out of the fantasy, fast.
"Mom, what the hell are you talking about? No, I'm not marrying this creep. It's bad enough I'm spending a couple of hours with him without supervision. I'm not marrying him."
"Sweetie, he's so right for you," Lexie said.
June felt her temper rising by the second. How could her mother not see the truth?
"I'm not marrying him."
Someone cleared his throat, and June turned to see Trey stood carrying a folder with him.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Trey said.
"Not at all. My daughter is being stupid. Trey, you're a guy. What would you hate for your woman to do on a date?" Lexie asked.
Her day couldn't get any worse. Lexie, her mother, was actually talking to the guy she was having sex with. Hot, dirty, sex, the best sex she'd ever had, but it was still sex.
"I'd hate for the woman I was seeing to sneak out early in the morning without saying goodbye," Trey said, giving her a pointed look.
June looked away. That morning she'd freaked out. Every single time they'd been together, there had not been any real intimate moments. The first time hadn't been all that great because she'd been freaking out about going to her parents' for dinner. This morning it felt different. She felt different around him.
The crush she had on him for so long was starting to develop into something else, and she couldn't allow that to happen. Trey Hunt was not in her future. He was her enemy. The enemy she liked to have sex with.
"You're not the settling down kind of guy, Trey. I'm sure the woman didn't want to be pushed away." Lexie turned back to her. June saw the flash of hurt in his eyes. Her mother had dismissed him because of his reputation.
Feeling bad for him, she ignored her mother. "Are they for me to look at?"
"Yes. Molly said she was good to watch the shop."
"Great." Turning to her mother, she smiled. "I've got to go, Mom. It was nice seeing you, and I'll tell you how the date went later."
Walking back to her office, she felt Trey behind her. The door closed, and the lock slid into place.
"Do you think this guy is the one?" Trey asked.
June burst out laughing. "No. I hate him. I don't like him at all. He's using me to get in with his own family. I can't stand him and want nothing to do with him."
Shaking her head, June tried to contain the tears threatening to spill over. His hands gripped her shoulders, pulling her back against him.
"I'll be here all the time," he said, whispering.
"It's just sex."
"I know, but it's here all the same."
She was disappointed. Her heart sank at his words.
Why couldn't she get her thoughts back on track?
Wiping under her eyes, she took a deep breath before turning around.
"What do you have to show me?" she asked.
"I've been working on some designs."
Moving to the desk, she watched him open the folder.
"Here is the tattoo now." He lifted a picture of her back. "When did you take this?" she asked.
"Last night. You were, erm, busy."
"You took a picture of us fucking?"
"No, I took a picture of the tattoo. I have several designs I've been working on, and I want you to see which one you like."
She noticed he kept hold of the picture as it was some kind of lifeline.
For the next thirty minutes she looked at several different pictures that expanded the tattoo on her back. She loved all of them.
"I really need for you to pick."
"I can't choose right now. Can I keep this folder and make my mind up later?" she asked.
"Sure." His lips claimed hers, and June melted against him, moaning.
The kiss was soft yet passionate. She didn't want it to end, but he pulled away first. "I'll see you soon."
She watched him walk out of the office. Her heart pounded inside her chest. Molly came to the office five minutes later.
"Something doesn't smell too good."
Cursing, June pulled the burnt cupcakes from the oven. "Shit."
"You're distracted. It's not good to be distracted," Molly said.
"I know. Crap, I can't think. He's messing with my head."
Running her fingers through her hair, June let out a scream, hoping to clear her head.
"It's good for you that I put the closed sign up on the shop. It's been a week, June, and you're a mess." Molly rubbed her back.
The thought was nice, but June wasn't in the mood for the sympathy.
"My parents are planning a wedding to a creep I don't even like. I can't get Trey out of my head. It's killing me all the secrecy, but I need it. Everyone will laugh at him. Oh, look there is Trey Hunt fucking the fat girl. I'm sure he's only doing that for fun." June tried her best to mimic a male voice.
"You're thinking about everything too hard. Trey likes you. I see the way he looks at you. There's something going on between you. You both need to stop running and hiding from the truth. That's my advice."
The door tinkled again, and June cursed.
"I've got to go. Please, think about what you're doing. I don't like seeing you like this."
June listened to her friend's advice. Nothing had changed in her mind by six when she was dressed and ready to go. She sat on the sofa wondering if she could get sick in the next hour. It was a shame scientists hadn't invented a pill that could make women who didn't want to go on dates have symptoms to stop them. They could call it The-Sucky-Date-Pill.
When the door rang, June wasn't ready.
Getting up she made her way to the front door to see Trey stood on the other side.
"What are you doing here?" she asked.
He didn't answer but pushed her through the door. Trey closed and locked it.
Cupping her face, he slammed his lips down on hers. "I can't do it. I can't let you go on a date without staking my claim first. While you're sitting there eating your fine cuisine I want you thinking about me."
Trey pushed her toward the couch. He turned her, bent her over the edge and pulled up her dress.
"You're going on this date for your parents. I get that. I get everything you're telling me, June. I'll support it, but I'm not going to let you go without claiming you first."
She heard the foil tearing and his grunt as he rolled the latex over his cock. In the next instant he slid deep inside her. She was wearing a thong, which he'd pushed to the side. Their moans echoed around the room at the same time. He was long, thick, and buried deep inside her.
"When you're sat with him, you're going to know you had my dick in your pussy." He pulled out and slammed back in.
His hands gripped the straps of her dress pulling them down so her breasts tumbled out. Fingers tweaked her nipples, making them ache.
"Please, Trey, fuck me."
"Who do you belong to?" he asked.
"You. I belong to you."
"Good. I own you, June. We're a secret, but no fucking man gets what I get. I'm the one you'll be coming home to. Me, I'll be the man fucking this pussy and sucking on your tits. No one else, me."
She loved his possessive attitude. His words were making her wet and turning her on. She cried out as he released her breasts to slap her ass.
Once he finished with her ass, he stroked her clit, driving deep into her pussy. Closing her eyes, she groaned feeling her orgasm crash through her.
"That's it. Come on my cock, baby."
Crying out, she pushed against him, feeling him hit her deep.
"Fuck!" It was the last word he spoke before he erupted inside the condom.
She lay across the sofa panting. June didn't want to move or to blink for fear the feelings erupting around her body would disappear.
The sound of the door being knocked interrupted their moment.
Trey cursed again, helping her to her feet.
Her heart in the throat, June stared at him. "I don't want to go," she said.
"You've got to go."
Glancing toward the door she shook her head.
"Go, I'll be here for you," he said.
She handed him a spare set of keys before heading
toward the front door. Staring at him, June wished she could stay.
"Come on, June. I know you're there," Martin said, calling through the door.
With no other choice, she turned on her heel and fled out of her apartment.