  Last night was hot, hard, and ya...I am on the doorstep of the Stone mansion again. In less than five minutes, I am walking into Vic's office trying to explain to him what and mostly who has led me back here. I cannot, with all honesty, say, 'Well Vic, I fucked your daughter over the phone last night.' It seems that we are back to sneaking around. A sneaking that I am looking forward to...and god, I am going to sneak.
      So what the fuck do I say? Well, that door is coming up fast, and the excuse needs to come up even faster. And as I step through that door, I know exactly what I am going to do.
      &quot;Hey, Vic.&quot;
      &quot;Colton, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.&quot;
      &quot;Ya about that.&quot;
      &quot;No need to explain. The girl can get out of hand.&quot;
      &quot;Ya about that. This Castaneda, the man is not taking this...arrangement seriously.

  As I slowly open my eyes, I am immediately struck by a pounding headache, and fuck does it hurt like a bitch. But that is not my concern, my concern is Trinity, and as I look over to her, I am so fucking relieved that she is still there. Though still there how I do not now. So I abandon my seat in an instant and rush over to her side, as I open her door her limp body falls out from the seat. My heart stops and I cannot fucking breathe.
      Fuck Trinity!
      I can only utter two words as I pull her from the car and gently lay her body on the ground. It is goddamn terrifying seeing the cuts on her forehead where she hit the windscreen. She was not wearing her goddamn seatbelt even after I ask her to. What did she say, 'It is too tight,  well girl that damn dress is tight.
      But now is not the time to get mad at her, but believe me once I get her awake she is getting every word fr

  I believe that we are who we choose to be. Nobody is going to give you anything. You have got to go out and fight for it. Nobody knows what you want, expect you, and nobody will be as sorry as you if you don't get it. Nobody has the power to shatter your dreams but you. So do I believe that I should give up on my dream?
      That is the shit that kept running through my mind last night as I tried everything in my power not to think of Trinity.
      I have fought with every part of my being to get what I want. It takes a lot for me to give up. I can't just give up because of one thing that happened. I will keep on fighting and fighting until I have nothing left in me, and giving up is the only option left.
      That is the second load of shit that came to my mind. She was officially haunting not only me but my dreams as well. And to make things even somewhat worse is the fact that she has not, for once, stopped fucking phoning.
      Yes, the desire to pick up again was still there, and I know that with every one of those desires, I would have been rude to her still. The fact is, I CAN NOT DO IT. I will not be with a woman that I cannot trust. And let us not forget it was with Karlo Castenada.
      Fuck, think of it this way, maybe third time lucky, the asshole will not take what is mine.
      Ya…there I go again with that shit.
      Trinity Stone is not mine. She never was. She never will be. Now was I hers? I can honestly not the fuck say. The woman can play a game, and she can play it well. Was Colton Cruise just another knot in her string of me?
      This brings me to this, and god forbid the man for I shall cut every part of his body off that provides pleasure, but my question is. Has she fucked any of my other men?
      That is it…they all better get their goddamn asses here and tell the truth. Or am I just being unreasonable again?
      I wish this woman would leave my head!
      But I can t; all I think about is pinning her hands to my bed and roam every untouched part of her body. I want her legs to move and writhe as I slide my fingers in beneath. Then I slowly want to edge my entry until she is completely soaked for me. I want to watch her arch her back as I mercilessly pound deep into her.
      Fuck. Nice going Colton, now you have a fucking hard-on.
      …Trinity POV…
      Fuck this shit.
      I need to find a way out of here. Daddy is getting new detail today, but I do not think that he will allow me out. If I did not desire to see Colton, it would not have bugged me so much. But every bone in my screaming body is aching to see him. He is not answering my calls, and I think that he has pretty much made it quite clear that he does not want me in his life.
      Fuck.
      How do I fix this?
      What drives Colton?
      It only takes me but a second to find my phone to where I tossed it across the room last night. With very eager fingers and somewhat excitement, I swipe up for his name and start to text him.
      &quot;Colton, I know you don t want to talk to me but give me just one moment.&quot;
      I chuckle at myself, the very first sound of joy that has left my lips in a far too long ago time.
      &quot; I want you to imagine kissing me. You are taking your right hand and pulling my long brown hair away from my shoulder. You lay your lips against my naked soft skin. The scent of my perfume attacks your senses, making the desire to kiss me even more intense. You kiss me from my shoulder up the sensitive parts of my neck. Then you softly nip at my earlobe. You can feel me squirm on the chair as the pleasure shoots to every corner of my aching body. My lips are shaking as I breathe little, short breaths. I gently lean into your touch as you lay your lips against my warm, velvety ones. Then unable to control yourself anymore, you pull me into a fiery, passionate kiss.&quot;
      I drop down onto the bed and giggle to myself, I patiently wait for him to respond, but the better part of me is saying that he won't.
      And that is exactly what happens.
      …Colton POV…
      Fuck.
      Did she just send me that goddamn message? I am not going to lie, but that seriously earned me a hard-on. I so want to pick that phone up and sent one right back to her, but this time I am not going to be rude. Perhaps yes, but rude in all the way that I want to take that body.
      Fuck.
      But just as I thought my raging heart would just cool down for a second, she hits me again.
      &quot;Imagine you are standing in front of me; I am wearing that tight red dress that drives you insane. I want you to feel as you are pulling the strap aside and kissing me softly on my shoulder. Then you scrunch your fingers into the seams and pull it over my head. I am completely naked and exposed, only for your eyes to see. You gently nip at my nipple, and you watch me as I clench my thighs together.&quot;
      Holy shit! Does this woman want to kill me? I am throbbing to an enormous ache, but there is no way that I am going to answer her. She can not possibly come up with anything more erotic than this. This is Trinity that we are talking about, she tried having phone sex once, and she miserably failed.
      This is the hardest that I am going to get.
      Ya…you just put your mouth in it.
      &quot;I want you to imagine sliding your hands up these clenching thighs until you find the very essence of me. My hand brushes against your pulsing erection, I can feel your need for me. You growl as you feel my very own arousal for you. You can smell me; you touch me. You have never had anything so sweet in your life before. My body aches as you let your hands roam at free will. It feels as if I am going to burst. You gasp, and I can barely breathe.&quot;
      This woman is killing me. Slow. Painful. But god, it is worth it.
      And beyond my better judgment, I only but send one word to her, &quot;Trinity.&quot;
      This just fuels that torment that she is sending my way. And if I thought that my fucking out of control hard-on could not get any worse, she somehow proves me wrong.
      &quot;Imagine you are pushing me into that couch where you take your afternoon naps in. You are on top of me; your body is glistening from the sweat that is building up from the heat that we feel for each other. You slowly take my right leg and hook it around your waist. With one long, slow thrust, I feel every inch of you slipping inside of me. And just when I think that it seems impossible, you drive in again and delve even deeper than before. The pure ecstasy makes me drag my nails into your back, and you let out a loud roar. Then…my body completely surrenders.&quot;
      Fuck.
      &quot;Imagine you are slipping your hand underneath my hips so that you can go in even longer and deeper. My body arches as you push me further and further closer to a rush of sensation that I can barely contain. Our bodies are panting together; every breath intensifies the feelings that are swept through our bodies. Feelings that are by turns gentle, savage, and sure.&quot;
      Ya…that is me.
      Trinity Stone has managed to bring Colton Cruise to his knees yet again. But this raging hard-on says that I do not regret it this time.
      So what do I do?
      &quot;Hey, Trinity.&quot;
      &quot;Hey, Colton.&quot;
      &quot;You win. I will see you tomorrow.&quot;

Last night was hot, hard, and ya...I am on the doorstep of the Stone mansion again. In less than five minutes, I am walking into Vic's office trying to explain to him what and mostly who has led me back here. I cannot, with all honesty, say, 'Well Vic, I fucked your daughter over the phone last night.' It seems that we are back to sneaking around. A sneaking that I am looking forward to...and god, I am going to sneak.
      So what the fuck do I say? Well, that door is coming up fast, and the excuse needs to come up even faster. And as I step through that door, I know exactly what I am going to do.
      &quot;Hey, Vic.&quot;
      &quot;Colton, you have no idea how glad I am to see you.&quot;
      &quot;Ya about that.&quot;
      &quot;No need to explain. The girl can get out of hand.&quot;
      &quot;Ya about that. This Castaneda, the man is not taking this...arrangement seriously. I think it is in both your and her interest to let her stay here until he cleans up his shit.&q

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