Montaine (9 page)

“Do you like to touch
yourself?” he whispered, his breath hot on my ear as he leaned closer. I
nodded, swallowing hard as his fingers stroked me more firmly. I opened my eyes
and met his intense blue gaze. “Show me, baby.”

He lifted my right hand
and placed it between my legs, guiding my fingers inside. I spread my legs
apart. He guided my fingers in deeper, pushing and pressing them as I groaned
with pleasure. I continued to finger myself, plunging steadily in and out as he
watched me intently.

“That’s it, baby,” he
said softly. He sucked on each of my nipples as I fingered my smooth, slick
walls and rubbed my clit with my thumb.

He loomed above me and
pried my knees wider apart. He was erect and enormous. He pulled my hand away,
gripping each of my wrists and holding them out at my sides. Then he plunged into
me, full, long, and hard. We groaned together as he pulled out and pushed in
even deeper. He went slowly at first, savoring the easy wet slide as I moaned
and squirmed with erotic ecstasy. Our bodies moved together in a gradually
increasing rhythm. He filled me up as I clenched tight around him. I panted and
whimpered. He grunted and growled. I watched his chiseled stomach muscles flex
and grind. He pushed into me forcefully, faster and harder as he held my wrists
down firmly. I felt completely within his control. I loved every second of it.
We came together, our bodies tensing and tightening as one, our satisfied cries
twining and drifting into the night sky.

As the clock spun past
midnight and the pearlescent moon rose high and white, we fell asleep in each
other’s arms. This time, when I awoke to a soft pink sunrise, I was not alone.

Trent slept right beside
me.

“I’m sorry. You were
right.”

I heard Kill’s voice through
the half-open door of Trent’s office as I made my way down the hall on Tuesday
afternoon. I slowed my steps, trying to catch as much of the conversation as
possible without visibly spying.

“It’s alright. I get it.
I overreacted anyway.”  There were a few beats of silence as neither spoke.

“So, what’s the deal with
that girl anyway?”

I paused mid-step, my toe
pointed into the gray carpet.

“Who?” Trent asked with
breezy unconcern.

“Who? What do you mean,
‘who’? Who do you think? I’m talking about Kat.”

“What about her?” Trent
spoke in a flat monotone. My heartbeat quickened, my pulse pounding in my
temples. My throat was sandpaper dry.

“Are you serious?” There
was a smile in Kill’s voice. I heard the creak of a chair as he settled into
it.

I was no longer concerned
that anyone would notice me snooping. I needed to hear Trent’s response. I
pressed against the wall and inched closer to the doorway, my ear trained for
the slightest sound.

“She’s just an intern.”

His cold, disinterested
tone stabbed my gut like a knife. I nearly doubled over with shock.

“Are you fucking her?”
The chair creaked again. I pictured Kill leaning back, one ankle resting on his
other knee, an amused thin-lipped smirk flashing across his weasely features.

“What do you think?”
Trent sounded droll and mocking. I imagined him raising one thick eyebrow.

“I think you are.” Kill
let out a long wolf whistle. “I wouldn’t mind burying my face in those tits. Is
she a good fuck?”

I slid down the wall and gripped
my stomach through the thin fabric of my lilac blouse.

“I’m just kidding, man.”
Trent laughed. I heard two loud thumps, probably his feet plopping onto the
desk as he leaned backwards, his tattooed arms crossed behind his head. “I
wouldn’t fuck her. Not worth the trouble.”

“You sure about that?
With that ass?” Kill emitted a satisfied grunt. “I think she’d be very worth
the trouble. Can I fuck her if you won’t?”

They both chuckled.

“You can do anything you
want, my friend.”

“What about all that
stuff you said about her being such a great writer and my needing to show her
some respect? Did you change your mind?”

“Yeah.” Trent breathed a
long sigh. “Forget that. I overrated her. Maybe you were right. I was thinking
with my dick.”

“Happens, man. I’m glad
you came to your senses.”

I couldn’t listen
anymore. My heart couldn’t stand it. My face burned with embarrassment. I
pushed myself away from the wall and hustled past the office and down the hall
with hurried steps. I didn’t know if Trent or Kill had seen me pass. I didn’t
care. Tears gathered at the corners of my eyes. I blinked them away, taking
deep breaths to calm my racing pulse. I felt light-headed, no longer aware what
I was doing or where I was going.

“Kat. Everything
alright?”

I ran straight into
Tony’s narrow chest as I rounded the corner into the main room. I really needed
to gain control over my emotions. I couldn’t have the whole office thinking that
I was a basket case.

“Yeah, totally.” I smiled
and swiped a lock of dislodged hair away from my forehead. “I was just running
back to my desk. Got a little overexcited.”

“I’ll say.” He laughed.
“Your face is bright red. Maybe you need to get more exercise.”

I grinned sheepishly. My
pulse began to slow. I tried to compartmentalize and avoid thinking about
Trent’s words for the time being. I would save that for later.

“So, Marcie and Vaughan
broke up.” I changed the subject to lighten the mood and deflect Tony’s
attention.

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

We began walking toward
my desk.

“No, you’re not!” I
elbowed him in the ribs. “I swear we will get you two together. It’s meant to
be. I’m sure of it.”

I stopped at my desk and
settled into my chair. Tony perched on the corner of the desk.

“I’ll take your word for
it, matchmaker. But what about you, Kat? Isn’t there a special guy for you?”

I hesitated. His voice
carried a knowing edge. I wondered how much he suspected about me and Trent.

“Oh, there’s a guy out
there for me somewhere.” As I said this, I caught a glimpse of Trent’s figure moving
quickly past the windows and toward the elevator. “I just haven’t found him
yet.”

Tony nodded and patted my
shoulder.

“Well, I’ll let you get
back to work.”

His warm smile eased my
heartbreak just a tiny bit.

***

“Late at the office
again, Miss Raney? I should give you a raise.”

I was just emerging from
the ladies’ room that evening when Trent’s voice startled me from a distance of
a few inches. I raised my eyes, level with his muscular chest, and then raised
them further to his handsome, grinning face and his penetrating blue eyes.

“A raise, huh?” My tone
dripped with suppressed anger. “Why would you give a raise to such a talentless
piece of shit?”

His eyes flashed a hint
of surprise.

“Excuse me? Why would you
say that?”

I edged around him, my
back to him as I took a few steps farther down the hall. The office was nearly
empty, just one or two reporters huddled over their crowded desks. I turned
abruptly. There was no point in being coy.

“I heard what you said to
Kill today. I was outside your door. I heard you say that you overrated me.
That I’m just an intern, and that you don’t even think about me. And that I’m
not worth the trouble of a solid fuck.”

Trent was silent. My
heart pounded so loudly in my ears that I thought he must hear it too. He
nodded slowly. So he wasn’t even going to deny it. He couldn’t deny it.

“Come here,” he said with
a quick peek to the right and left. He pushed open the swinging door of the
ladies’ room and grabbed my wrist, pulling me in swiftly after him. I almost
stumbled over the threshold. My heels clicked loudly on the slick tiles. “You
don’t know what you heard.”

“Oh please, Trent.” I
yanked my wrist free from the circular grip of his strong fingers. “Don’t talk
down to me. I know exactly what I heard.”

He shook his head and
leaned backwards onto one of the white sinks that protruded from the wall. He
crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles shifting with each movement. The
snaking tattoos were vivid under the harsh light. He leveled his gaze at me.

“Kat, don’t be like this.”

I crossed my own arms
over my chest and looked off to the side, anything to avoid looking straight
into his focused stare.

“Kat, look at me.” He
poked one finger under my chin and turned my face toward him. I tried to jerk my
head away, but he gripped my jaw and held it firm. “Do you honestly think that
I meant any of that?”

“Obviously, I do.” My
words were muffled through my clenched jaw. Trent relaxed his grip and leaned
back again.

“I was only trying to
make Kill happy. You should know that. I want him to let his guard down. I
still don’t know what his angle is, so I’m playing him to find out. If he stays
happy, it’s better for the magazine. And it’s better for me. That’s business,
nothing more.”

“And it’s no big deal if
I’m humiliated in the process? Sure, I get it. I’m just business, nothing more.
Why should I believe you? You say that you’re playing him. Maybe you’re really playing
me instead.”

“Except that I’m not
playing you. Everything I have told you has been the absolute truth. All you
have to do is believe me.”

I laughed sarcastically and
leaned against the wall, my back hitting the tile. It chilled my skin through
my thin blouse.

“All I have to do is
believe you? Isn’t that exactly what a liar would say?”

Trent smirked.

“Maybe it is.” He stepped
closer, slowly, as if approaching a dangerous animal. “But it’s also what an
honest person would say.” He reached gingerly into the space between us, his
fingers angling for my waist. “I guess it’s up to you to figure out which one I
am. An honest man or a liar.”

With lightning speed, his
arm closed around my waist and circled my lower back. He pulled me roughly toward
him. His other hand curled around the side of my neck. He kissed me hard and
passionately. I resisted for a moment, the rational part of my brain telling me
to break away and leave this room, to avoid going any further with this man
whom I barely knew, but who seemed to have a magnetic hold over my body and my
heart.

I gave in, pressing my
hips against his and taking his thick, probing tongue into my mouth. He twined
his fingers into my hair and tugged, pulling my head backwards. My neck arched
as he loomed over me.

“Am I forgiven?” he
whispered into my ear. His breath was hot and moist. My knees buckled slightly.

I nodded.

“Say it. I want to hear
it.” He tugged more aggressively at my hair. He increased the pressure of his
iron hand on the small of my back.

“I forgive you, Trent.”
My voice was thin and raspy. My heart pounded. My whole body throbbed with
intense desire. I would have said anything in that moment just to keep his body
close to mine.

“That’s a good girl.” His
tone was low and treacherous. “But I want you to show me.”

He spun me toward the
sink, placing each of my hands on its cold rim. I curled my fingers around the smooth
edge. He tugged the hem of my blouse out of my tight gray skirt. Then he ripped
my shirt open, the tiny pearl buttons dropping into the sink with delicate
clinks.

He pressed himself against
my back and kissed the side of my neck, running his tongue in a wet slide from
my ear to my shoulder blade. He tore my blouse down over my arms. He pinched
the straps of my white lace bra between his fingers and pulled them roughly
over my arms, the fabric dropping limply around my waist. My breasts were fully
exposed. He gripped them in his palms, squeezing them with a brute force and massaging
my sensitive nipples. I moaned and threw back my head, leaning on the rock-hard
musculature of his chiseled chest.

 He hiked the hem of my
skirt up over my thighs and hips until it was merely a ring of crumpled
material. I wore a pair of flimsy red panties that left my ass cheeks bare to
the world. He slapped my ass hard and grunted. With one wrenching tug, he tore
the panties from my hips and tossed them onto the floor in a balled heap.

I heard the clank of a
belt buckle, the zizz of an opening zipper, and a rustle of denim and cotton.
Then I felt the satisfying solidity and heft of his erection pressed against the
crack of my naked ass. He reached forward and massaged me with two fingers,
making gentle circular motions that sent me into a paroxysm of ecstasy. I
groaned and panted, rocking my hips steadily in time with his rhythm.

“Time to show me how much
you forgive me, baby,” he hissed into my ear.

He spread my legs wide apart
as I leaned over the sink. With a long, hot, wet plunge, he thrust himself deep
into my tightly throbbing core. We groaned together, both momentarily overcome
by the otherworldly pleasure of our joined bodies. He grasped my hips, lifting
me until my toes skated along the floor. I was completely within his power. He
pounded into me, growling and slapping my ass until it stung red. He massaged me
again with his fingers and plunged forcefully into me from behind.

My breath came in short,
shallow gasps. My naked breasts banged against the sink as I leaned forward,
the cold porcelain on my hard nipples merely increasing my erotic delight.

“Yes, Trent. Oh my god, I
forgive you,” I panted. “Just don’t ever stop.”

“I have no plans to
stop.” He slapped my ass with a stinging burn.

He plunged into me again
and again while he massaged my clit in rough circles. I was edging ever closer
to orgasm. I came with a mind-emptying, core-shaking force that clenched my whole
body in a writhing frenzy. My knees buckled. My fingers gripped the sink ledge
until my joints were drained white. I tried to suppress the resulting scream of
pleasure but only half succeeded. My neck arched fully back, my mouth opened
wide, and I moaned with a whimpering cry that echoed from the bare walls. With
a long, throaty growl, Trent pulsed and shuddered, releasing inside of me with
a final, powerful plunge.

We were both utterly
spent. I rested on the sink edge, trying to catch my breath. Trent delicately
lifted my hair from my naked back and pushed it off to the side, over my
shoulder. He kissed me gently just under my hairline.

“So, how about it, Kat Raney?
Are you going to trust me?”

I glanced up and caught
his eye in the mirror above the sink. There was something guarded in his
expression, something that I could not name. I realized with a jolt that I had
no idea how to truthfully answer his question. Maybe trust was beside the point
now.