Characters from the world of the fantastic Kim Harrison.
**This chapter is definitely M rating - not for kiddies**
Chapter 9
Sitting in the movie theatre, Trent couldn't even remember the name of whatever ridiculous action movie they were seeing. His body burned for Rachel and he was so hard for her he had to keep his suit jacket buttoned up to avoid showing everyone exactly how turned on he was. Thankfully they had headed to the back corner of the cinema to try and minimise anyone taking more photos of them.
Rachel's body was flushed as she sat in the cinema trying to watch at least some of the movie they had paid to come and see. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck standing up and turned to look at Trent. He was looking at her like he could devour her. Faster than she could blink he grabbed the popcorn box from her hands and placed it on the empty seat next to her. The next thing she knew he was kissing her again, pressing her to him as he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Rachel moaned at his onslaught and pressed her lips harder to his before moving the armrest between them to fold away between their seats.
She moved to kiss his ear, licking the lobe and nibbling the rim with her teeth. "Trent? Can you still do that tingle thing? She asked breathlessly.
Trent chuckled low his throat as he tilted her head so he could kiss her neck. "Do you think you're ready for that Morgan?" Oh Gods, he was on fire for her. The sane and rational part of him knew they couldn't go too far in their play, they were still in public for goodness sake. But they could certainly take advantage of the darkness and deafening sound effects to work some of their frustrations out.
Rachel panted as Trent kissed her neck, he hadn't even gone near her vamp scars and yet she was wet and aching for him, "Damn straight I'm ready Kalamack.'
Trent centred himself and felt a wash of elf magic flow through him as moved from kissing her neck, back to her lips. The tingling sensation was an elf magic similar to a power pull and his lips became more sensitive as the magic flowed from him into her.
Her lips hungrily attacked Trent's as the tingling sensation overwhelmed her. Gods, this felt so amazing she couldn't wait to be naked together so he could kiss her all over. The thought of Trent going down on her turned Rachel on more than anything had since the vampire caps Kistin had given her. She unbuttoned his suit jacket and began running her hands over his chest and lower, pulling him half on top of her as she lay back against the seat. Deliberately toying with him, she moved her hands to his back, hearing him grunt in protest before she brought one to his front to rub it lightly against his erection.
Holy crap, Trent feels enormous!
She squeezed him gently through the silky fabric of his suit pants, feeling his cock warm and slightly damp. He felt large enough that she began to get worried about whether he would be too much for her, before dismissing that as ridiculous. He's only an elf for goodness sake, he can't be that much bigger than humans or male witches.
Trent panted as Rachel stroked him through his trousers. He felt like he was going to explode and he refused to do that in public. Plus he wanted to soak in her body for a while, teasing her and making her moan his name as she came again and again. Forcing himself to think of client presentations and cash flow forecasts he pulled away from her, biting her lip gently.
Breathing heavily he noted the disappointed look on her face, until she squeezed his head through his trousers and leaned forward to kiss him again.
"Morgan, we need to go somewhere private to finish this." Maybe he should just buy the cinema and order everyone to leave.
Rachel groaned at Trent's extremely valid point. She was so wet and ready for him that they really did need to be alone. Sighing, she nodded, grabbing her purse and virtually running from the cinema back to her car. At least she didn't have to worry about Trent being too slow to run after her
As she approached her car, she turned around to ask him where they should go. He grabbed her in his arms, moving her back two steps to press her firmly up against her car. The tingling started up again, coursing through her lips, then down her neck as he kissed a trail to her shoulder, carefully avoiding her vamp scars. Rachel was covered with tingling sensations that built and built, making her gasp for air as she arched closer to him.
Her hands clutched his shirt and she moaned quietly into his neck as he continued to lick and nibble along her jaw line, neck and shoulders. He was pushing more tingling sensations through her until she thought she would faint from pleasure.
Trent growled at Rachel's response to him, he moved one hand underneath her top to her breast, gently squeezing her tight nipple with his fingertips. Pulling back from her he quickly scanned the car park to make sure no one was near them and sensed no one. He kissed her passionately and used both hands to rub and squeeze her nipples, delighting in her moans as she jerked from orgasm. He gripped her limp body tightly to him, before he began nibbling around her jaw line again.
Panting hard, Rachel tried to gather herself. Her orgasm had been one of the most intense she'd ever had and she was still feeling after shocks from it. Her underwear was drenched and she ached for Trent so badly it was almost painful. She moved her hands to his face to give him a kiss before leaning her forehead against his.
"God Trent, that was amazing, but weren't we meant to be going somewhere private?"
Trent closed his eyes and thought furiously. "What about the church?"
Rachel chuckled, "Sure, Jenks would kill you two seconds after we walked in and he saw me. What about your compound?"
"Need I remind you of Quen and Ceri's hearing?" Trent shook his head. "In a week we can go there, I'm having the bedrooms remodelled to include extra soundproofing after having to listen to them for the last few months."
They both sighed. "We could rent a hotel room?"
Rachel pursed her lips and considered several hotels, "We'd probably get photographed going in together?" Trent nodded, "I think we can both do without having even more photo's taken after the ones outside of the bar. "
She bit her lip, "We definitely can't fit inside my car." Trent smirked as he considered that alternative, "I would really like more room to have my way with you" he said arching his eyebrows at her before kissing her again.
Pulling back from him, Rachel covered his mouth with her fingertips, "You have to stop doing that if we have no where to go to finish this."
Trent let out a grunt of frustration and stepped back from her. Running a hand through his hair, he took in her dishevelled appearance. "You better take me home then, I'll organise everything for our next date. Are you free tomorrow night?"
Rachel nodded, and then shook her head, one side of her mouth quirking with a wry smile. "We're meant to be taking this slowly. What about Saturday night? That's only another 3 days away."
Trent tilted his head at her. "No, I want to see you tomorrow night" he huffed.
"And we agreed to take things slowly. Gods Trent, we almost had sex twice tonight. No, more like three times and that does not equate to taking things slowly."
"Well I changed my mind," Trent said slowly. "Why do we have to wait anyway, I want you, you clearly want me. Did you wait with all your other lovers? Did you even have a date with that witch before you slept with him?" He felt his ears going red in anger. The first woman to captivate him in his adult life, the one he wanted so badly he could burst and may even love was saying no to him? Stop it, getting angry with her because you're being completely irrational and feeling sexually frustrated is ridiculous! Grinding his teeth together, Trent tried to listen to his brain, but his frustration won out and he glared at her.
Rachel's jaw dropped in shame and her faced coloured bright red with embarrassment. "Which witch would you be referring to?" Anger flooded her, better to be angry than to cry.
Trent clenched his jaw together, "The ex-coven member, Pierce? Or what about the vampire, how long did you wait before you had sex with him? Why do I have to wait but you slept with them?"
"I don't owe you any explanations about any of my former boyfriends. You arrogate pig," she seethed at him. "I can't believe you're behaving like this. You can't control everyone and everything Trent. What about Ellasbeth? How long were you a couple before you slept together? Or what about all the skanky women who throw themselves at you just because you're rich? They would never want you if they actually got to know you, they just want you for your money. How does that make you feel?" Tears were running silently down Rachel's face and she angrily rubbed at them with her hands.
Trent took a step back and looked away from her. He took a deep breath in and shook his head. "We really know how to hit each other where it hurts don't we?" He was deeply pained by what Rachel had said to him, but then he had made her feel exactly the same way. They instinctively knew how to hurt each other the most. How could they make other feel so good and then so bad in such a short space of time?
"Ellasbeth and I had sex three times the entire time we were dating, then engaged," he said, stepping in front of her and looking her directly in the eye. "On each occasion we had already negotiated the time, location and duration. It was as romantic and intimate as having brain surgery. I feel more passion for you hearing you say my name than I ever felt for her. As for other women," he sighed and closed his eyes. "There have been some, not a lot but enough to fill the void whenever I wanted to. And you are completely correct, they never wanted me for me, they wanted my money or the prestige of being seen with me." He looked at her again, feeling so ashamed of what he had said. "I treated them worse than how I just treated you and they meant absolutely nothing to me. I had an itch and they scratched it for a short while. I never knew why I couldn't be happy with a woman, I could never find the one. Add into that the pressure that my wife must be an elf so I can procreate, and it's all too much, too hard." He cupped her face with his hands and wiped the tears gently from her face.
"I am so sorry. You make me feel things I've never felt before and to be honest, I don't know how to react to what I'm feeling." He made a noise of frustration, "And yet here I am, talking to you as I've never talked to anyone. I want to share things with you, I want to make love to you and hold you. I want to plan what we're going to do together tomorrow, next week, next month and that makes me angry. I don't like being controlled by anyone, my father did enough of that when I was a child and now it feels like it's happening with you and I don't know how to handle it. Is this what a real relationship is like? The same person knows you so intimately they can take you to the highest of highs, yet they can also hurt you in the most brutal way possible? Is that what we're doing?" Shaking his head he looked at the ground. What in the Turn am I doing?
Rachel bit her lip, on one hand she was still so angry at Trent, and on the other hand, she wanted to comfort him, to tell him everything was going to be ok. "I don't know what we're doing either," she said quietly. They stood there looking at each other for several moments before she reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "Kistin was the longest relationship I've ever had. I don't remember ever really fighting with him, except for when he was about to die". Tears began to slowing run down her cheeks again as she remembered the pain of the last few hours of Kistin's life. "But I think we are starting to build a relationship. You find that one person you can share everything with. The one person who knows both what brings absolute joy to you, and what brings absolute pain. The person who sees you at your worst and still stays beside your side. It's easy being with someone when everything is going smoothly, but the real challenge is how they react when things go badly."
She gave a half laugh, "I'm so sorry for what I said to you," She moved closer and kissed his hand. "I got you a real good one huh?" Trent shook his head, "It was quite the comeback." He pulled her into a hug. "I can never say how sorry I am, it was completely wrong, and heartless, and inconsiderate of me."
Hugging him tightly, Rachel relaxed against him, resting her head on his chest. "Ditto," she replied. "Although to be honest I find it hard to believe you had time to schedule in sex with Ellasbeth at all. I would have thought covering yourself in honey and going on a business trip to an ant farm would have been more fun."
Trent chuckled at Rachel's imagery, "Well I'm sure I could always find time to schedule with you, if you ever want to cover me in honey."
Rachel licked her lips at the thought of Trent covered in honey, "Maybe I'll keep that in mind." Turning her face to his chest, she gave him a kiss on the small patch of bare skin where his top two buttons of his shirt were undone. The pale chest hairs tickled her nose as she rubbed it lightly against him. Gods, I could smell him all day.
Trent stayed still as Rachel inhaled his scent and placed another light kiss on his chest. He really needed to stop her doing that. Moving his hands to her shoulders, he moved her slightly away from him and leaned down to capture her lips in a short but thorough kiss. "You really should drive me home."
Rachel sighed and nodded, she turned around to unlock the doors and eased into her seat. "So Saturday it is?" She asked when Trent got in. "I look forward to it." He replied, giving her a small smile. She couldn't help but smile back at him.
Pulling out of the car park, she headed towards Trent's compound. The next thing she needed to do after dropping Trent home was to have a long talk to Ivy and Jenks. I need to talk to them tonight, because I think I could fall in love with Trent.
