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Love in an Elevator

Copyright © 2009 by Vivian Vincent

Cover by Milena Gomez

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 Love in an Elevator
Trey and Mark are brothers, and as different as night
and day. The only similarity in the two was their height. They
both stood just a little over six feet tall. At thirty-eight, Trey
was the typical biker type. His collar length wavy brown hair
and hazel eyes drew women to him, along with his well-
toned body. His typical attire was jeans, t-shirts and leather
jackets or vests. He also had a variety of colorful tattoos
adorning each arm and a dragon tattoo on his chest.
Mark, at thirty-six, kept his brown hair cut short and
while he was handsome in his own right, he’d always been
told his best feature were his vivid blue eyes. He was
engaged for a short time to a woman named Dana.
Dana herself was no slouch in the beauty department.
Her long slender legs supported her well toned body. She
was taller than average, standing about five foot ten with
long dark auburn hair and bluish-grey eyes. At thirty-six, she
could still turn quite a few heads. She dated Mark a few
times in high school, but it wasn't until they were in college
when they reconnected and eventually fell in love.
Mark was insanely jealous if another man even
looked at Dana and he always prodded her to quit her job as
a waitress and let him take care of her. She refused, wanting
to keep what little independence she had. Eventually, his
jealousy put a strain on their relationship and she had to
break things off. It broke her heart to break up with him, but
she couldn't deal with his controlling ways.
Trey would torment Dana endlessly and unbeknownst
to Mark, he felt very differently about Dana than he’d let on.
She was so far away from the type of woman he was
normally attracted to his feelings for her had him perplexed.
He always teased her about being so tall and about
never learning how to drive. Dana didn't think she ever
needed to learn how to drive living in a big city like
Southfield. There was always someone who could drive her,
but she loved walking everywhere she went, even in the cold
Michigan winters. Most places she went, including work,
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were within a few miles of where she lived, so it never really
occurred to her to learn to drive.
Trey would also torment Dana about her relationship
with his brother. He'd always told her she was with the wrong
brother and he could sweep her away and show her the
proper way a woman should be treated.

****
Oh a hot August day, not too long after Mark and
Dana had broken up, she found a few of his things in her
apartment and decided to return them to him. Gathering up
his things in a small box, she put her keys and cellphone in
the pocket of her shorts then headed for the elevators and
Mark's apartment on the twelfth floor of their building.
As she approached the elevator, she saw her
neighbor getting off and asked him to hold the door for her.
He smiled as Dana passed him and she hadn't noticed the
other occupant in the elevator as the doors closed behind
her. Turning to see Trey, she shot him a look and moved to
the opposite corner of the elevator car.
She knew he was going up to visit his brother so she
didn't bother to push the button for the twelfth floor. Standing
completely still and staring straight ahead, she felt Trey's
eyes on her.
"What?" she snapped, not turning to look at him.
"You look really good today, Dana," he said quietly.
"Oh stop it, Trey. I know you can't stand me anymore
than I can stand—" she stopped when she felt the elevator
jerk to a halt.
"What the hell?" Trey reached for the emergency
phone. Both the eight and the nine on the numbers above
the door were lit, indicating they must be between floors. The
lights flickered in the elevator car then everything went dark.
"Oh perfect!" Dana leaned against the wall. A small
emergency light appeared over head, casting an eerie glow
in the elevator.
"The phone's not working.” Trey hung the phone up
and closed the access panel. "Must be a power outage."
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 "No shit, Sherlock!" Dana slid down the wall of the
elevator to sit down in the corner. "Of all the people to be
trapped in here with, I’m stuck with Jumbo the wonder boy!"
Trey shot a glare at her. "You think I wanna be stuck
in here with you?"
Dana heard her cellphone ring in her pocket. She
pulled it out and saw it was Mark calling her. She flipped it
open and brought it to her ear, eyeing Trey as he came and
sat down next to her.
"What?"
"Where are you?" Mark asked.
"Stuck in the elevator with wonder boy.” Dana
returned Trey’s harsh look. "What the hell's going on?"
"Blackout," was all Mark said.
"And?" she replied.
"And what? There's a blackout, Dana. Not much else
to explain. What floor are you on?"
"I think between the eighth and ninth.” Before Mark
could say anything else, Dana heard two small beeps on her
phone and the line went silent. She pulled the phone from
her ear and saw the words 'Call lost' across the screen.
She dialed Mark's number again with no luck. She
knew her cellphone didn't work well in the elevator, but she
kept trying. Once she realized she couldn't get a call out, she
tried sending him a text message.
Call 911. She clicked send on her phone and waited.
"Well, this is fun!" she said sarcastically. Her phone
beeped a few minutes later, indicating she had a text
message.
Called 911. It may be awhile.
She remembered seeing a small hand held radio
amongst the things she was returning to Mark. Fumbling
through the box, she found the radio and turned it on. Rolling
the dial, she tried to find the news station hoping to hear
anything about the blackout.
The reporter on the news said the station was running
on a generator to continue broadcasting. Keeping the
volume low, but still loud enough to hear, she propped the
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radio up between her and Trey.
"So I guess since we're stuck here together, we might
as well bury the hatchet, Trey.”
"What fun would that be, Dana?" Trey flashed a quick
grin.
"Why do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you.”
"Then why are you always so mean to me?"
"Honestly? I don't know. But I don't hate you. Why do
you hate me?"
"I don't hate you. I just hate when you always pick on
me. I could never figure out what I did to deserve what you
dished out."
Trey had always hated how Mark treated Dana. His
constant tormenting of her was to vent some of his anger
toward his brother. All he really wanted to do was get her
away from Mark and make her forget him. He knew she
could never go for a guy his type though. She loved the GQ
type of guy—stylish and always well dressed—exactly the
type he wasn’t.
Dana had always felt a strange pull toward Trey which
confused her. He was so not her type. She could never
make direct eye contact with him, instead looking at his nose
or another part of his face. She knew if she looked him in the
eye, she wouldn't be able to stop what would happen. She
also knew she wouldn't want to stop what would happen
between them.
Whenever she looked at Trey and caught him looking
at her, even when she was still engaged to Mark, it always
made her heart flutter. She wondered why he had such an
effect on her. He wasn't normally the type of guy she was
attracted to and up until this point, she thought he hated her.
"Try your phone again," Trey said, breaking the
uncomfortable silence between them.
Dana flipped her phone open and tried to call Mark
again. Still no luck. She closed her phone and set it down
beside her. Grabbing the radio, she turned the volume up to
hear anything more about the blackout.
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 “—as we hear about more states and power grids
going offline. Reports are coming in about a grid in Canada
being the initial cause of the blackout, effecting parts of
Michigan, Ohio and several other Northeastern states.
Reports estimate approximately fifty million customers are in
the dark and it's unknown when power will be fully
restored—“
Dana turned the volume back down. She and Trey
looked at each other in shock. Dana opened her phone and
sent another text message to Mark.
How long?
She closed her phone and stared at it, waiting
impatiently for a response from him. After a few minutes, he
didn't respond. Her hands fell to her lap, one still clutching
her phone. When it finally beeped, it startled her.
Couple hours.
"A couple hours? Perfect!"
"Not much we can do but sit here and wait, Dana.”
Dana got to her feet and began pacing the elevator.
She wasn't claustrophobic, but the thought of being trapped
in an elevator for a long time had her nerves on edge. She
also didn't like the way her body betrayed her when she was
sitting so close to Trey. She wanted to throw herself into his
arms and wait this out. As she paced, she felt his eyes on
her again.
"Stop staring at me, Trey." She stopped her pacing
but didn’t look at him.
When he didn't answer, she turned to see he’d gotten
up from his spot on the floor and was leaning against the
doors of the elevator.
"What?" she asked again.
"Do you know what you do to me?" His voice was so
quiet, Dana had to strain to hear him. She shook her head in
response. He took a step forward."You've got me all tied up
in knots.”
"You're kidding, right?" She glanced at the wall behind
him, the floor, anywhere but at him.
"Look me in the eye.” He took another step toward
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her.
She looked him directly in the eye as he requested.
"I—you— " she stammered before she stepped back and
was stopped by the wall of the elevator.
Trey closed the gap between them, reached out and
pulled her against him. Dana’s gaze remained locked with
his and she felt her body tremble at the pure look of lust in
his eyes. Trey lowered his head and captured her lips with
his own.
The kiss started off soft and slow, both of them
showing restraint even with the sparks and heat exchanged
as soon as their lips touched. She felt his arms go around
her waist and his tongue running along her lips, searching
for access. Parting her lips, she plunged her tongue into his
mouth, feeling more than hearing his moan as the kiss
between them deepened.
He could feel the heat of her kiss roll through his
body, causing the muscles in his groin to tighten. He’d
wanted her for as long as he could remember, but he always
kept at a distance knowing he wasn't really her type. As her
arms wrapped around his neck, he felt her thread her fingers
through his hair. He pulled her closer allowing her to feel his
broad muscular chest against the thin material of their t-
shirts.
He started pulling her t-shirt up when she pulled away
from him. Looking into his eyes again, she could see the
need and the want simmering in the depths. Her breathing
was ragged and her heart was beating rapidly.
"What the hell just happened?" she asked.
"I don't know, but I'd sure like to find out.” Trey pulled
her t-shirt up over her head then pulled her closer again and
brought his lips hers.
"Trey," she breathed against the kiss. She felt his
growing erection between them and couldn't help but let out
a soft moan which was muffled by his mouth still on hers.
She ran her hands down his chest, under his vest,
then back up to his shoulders, effectively causing the vest to
drop from his frame. He pulled his arms away from her
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allowing the vest to fall to the floor behind him. He felt her
hands at the waistband of his jeans, pulling his shirt out and
up over his head as they broke the kiss. She threw the shirt
to the side then pulled him to her again, her hard nipples
pressed into his bare chest, separated only by the lacy
material of her bra.
She felt his hands on her back, slowly unclasping her
bra and letting it fall loose on her shoulders. He broke the
kiss only long enough to pull her bra off, tossing it to the side
with one hand while the other hand gently grazed around the
outline of each breast, rubbing the taut nipples gently with
his thumb. She let out a gasp and pressed into his hand,
seeking more of his tantalizing touch on her sensitive
mounds.
"Beautiful," he whispered as he lowered his head and
took one of the engorged nipples into his mouth, sucking and
nibbling softly.
He reached between them and helped her unbutton
his jeans. Trey stepped away only long enough for them to
fall around his ankles. He pulled his shoes off with his toes
and stepped out of his jeans then dropped to his knees in
front of Dana. He felt her hands on his shoulders as he
hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of her shorts and
panties together, slowly bringing them down over her knees.
He kissed every inch of her flesh as it was exposed, relishing
the sweet taste of her skin. Dana whimpered and moaned at
the sensual feel of Trey’s lips on her heated skin. She felt
him remove her shoes and pull her shorts and panties over
her ankles.
Trey reached out and gently parted the slick lips of
her bare pussy with his thumbs. He moved in close and
planted feather light kisses along the damp folds hiding the
hard nub of her arousal. Dana threaded her fingers through
his hair and pushed him closer. His tongue darted out and
grazed her clit, causing her to cry out his name.
Pushing two fingers inside her, he continued to tease
her engorged clit with his tongue. He kept a slow steady
rhythm, occasionally pulling his fingers completely out, then
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plunging them back in. Dana opened her legs wider to give
him better access. Her hips moved in unison with his fingers
and she held his face against her while she felt her climax
looming desperately close.
Trey closed his mouth around her clit and drew the
bud into his mouth. He felt his cock harden even more when
Dana reached her peak and coated his fingers with her
spending. He pulled his fingers from her slick channel and
lapped at her juices while she came down from the high of
her release.
He felt her fingers in his hair relax and her body went
limp. Slowly, he stood, trailing kisses along her abdomen to
each breast. He found her waiting lips and kissed her softly.
Dana wrapped her arms around him and held him close
while she recovered from her powerful orgasm.
Trey positioned himself between her thighs, the tip of
his throbbing erection grazing her slick opening. He kissed
her neck and fought not to plunge into her when he felt her
legs wrap around him. Placing his hands on the wall on each
side of her, he pushed himself away and gazed into her
eyes. He nearly lost all coherent thought when he saw the
look of pure unadulterated lust there. He dropped a gentle
kiss on her lips and forced himself to push further away from
her.
Standing gloriously naked just inches from her, he
clenched his fists at his sides. He couldn’t believe he’d lost
control and gone down on her, but now his thinking was
returning to normal. He didn’t want their first time together to
be in an elevator during a blackout. He bent to retrieve his t-
shirt and handed it to her.
“Put this on.” He found his jeans and pulled them on
quickly.
“Trey?” Dana held his shirt but didn’t put it on. She
saw a look of uncertainty on his face and wondered if he was
now having second thoughts.
“I can’t do this, Dana. Not here.”
“Why?”
He turned to her and stretched his arms out to his
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sides. “Because if you haven’t noticed, we’re in an elevator.”
Dana walked toward him but stopped when he
backed away. “That doesn’t matter to me. I want you, Trey. I
can’t deny it any longer.”
Trey felt his cock harden even more at her words. It
strained against the fly of his jeans and he wanted nothing
more than to push her against the wall and find his release in
her heated core. His control was slowly slipping away.
“Will you please put my shirt on or get dressed?”
“No.” Dana crossed her arms over her breasts. She
took another step toward him.
“I won’t be able to control myself if you keep standing
there, Dana.”
She smiled and took a step closer. “Maybe that’s what
I want.”
“Stop.”
“No.”
Trey cursed under his breath, then took a step toward
her, pulling her to him and crushing his lips to hers. He
turned her so her back was against the wall. He devoured
her mouth, plunging his tongue inside and seeking out hers.
She tasted like the sweetest of chocolate. He nearly came in
his pants when she reached between them and stroked his
erection through the thick material of his jeans.
In one quick movement, she had his jeans pushed to
his ankles and her legs wrapped around him. She held his
cock at her opening while he stepped out of his jeans. She
gazed into his eyes and silently urged him to fuck her
senseless. Trey paused before he surged into her. He
leaned in and whispered in her ear.
“I don’t have a condom.”
“I’m on the pill,” she replied, nibbling at his neck.
“Fuck me, Trey. Fuck me now!”
With a deep grunt, he pushed himself completely
inside her. The heat of her wrapped around his aching
erection was nearly his undoing. Dana began clenching her
muscles around him, encouraging him to move, to retreat, to
do something besides stand there.
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 Finally moving inside her, his movements were slow
and deliberate. He pulled himself almost completely out of
her then plunged back in. Dana’s hips moved to take him
deeper and she locked her ankles around his waist to hold
him to her.
Trey wrapped his arms around her and held her while
he increased his pace. He felt her nails dig into his arms a
split second before her pussy contracted around him and
she wailed his name through her release. He climaxed a few
seconds after her. His body tensed then jerked as he
emptied himself, bathing her womb with his heated come.
His legs felt rubbery and he fought to stay on his feet
while he recovered from his powerful orgasm. Dana’s
unwrapped her legs from around him and held his shoulders
while she tried to regain her own footing.
Trey released her and took a step back. He cursed
himself for losing control. Gazing into her eyes, he saw tears
forming. Guilt ripped through him at the thought of her being
hurt.
"Dana—"
“I’m fine,” she said.
“You’re crying.”
She nodded then reached up to wipe away her tears.
“I’m fine, Trey, really.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“No. Quite the opposite in fact.” She composed
herself as best she could and took a step toward him.
Disappointment ripped through her when he backed away.
“We should get dressed. Send another text to Mark
and see if anyone’s coming for us.” He turned and crossed
the elevator and gathered up their clothes. He handed hers
to her then turned away and quickly got dressed himself.
While Dana got dressed, she had a thousand
thoughts running through her mind. When she finished, she
turned to see he had a sad look on his face as he slid down
the wall opposite her and put his head down on his knees.
She walked over and sat down next to him, running
her fingers through his hair. He scooted away from her,
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causing her hand to fall and hit her thigh.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," he said, not looking at her.
"Are you having regrets?"
"No. You were amazing. I just wish it could have been
someplace besides an elevator during a blackout."
"Trey, I don’t—"
"No, you don't. You don't realize how good we would
be together, Dana. You've always looked down your nose at
me. Sure I ain't as classy as my brother, but you can't seem
to see below the surface to the real person underneath. I
never would’ve treated you the way—" he tried to finish but
she interrupted him.
"Will you just shut up for a minute?”
"What?"
"I wouldn't have made love to you just now if I didn't
want it. I always thought you hated me. After Mark and I
broke up, it wasn't dreams about him I had, it was dreams
about you.” She felt the heat of a blush rise in her cheeks at
her admission.
Before he could speak, her cellphone beeped again,
she got up and crossed the elevator to read the message.
Help is on the way.
How long? she typed in reply.
About 20 minutes.
She closed her phone and put it in her pocket,
walking back to the opposite side of the elevator and sitting
down next to Trey.
"Someone should be here in about twenty minutes."
Neither of them spoke while they waited to be
rescued. When they heard voices outside the elevator, both
replied. As the doors were pried open, they felt a blast of
warm air coming from the hallway. There were emergency
lights at both ends of the hallway, casting shadows over the
workers who helped to pull them out of the elevator which
was still stopped between the two floors.
After they were helped from the elevator, they walked
in silence to Mark's apartment. When Mark opened the door
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for them, he saw the looks on their faces and knew
something was terribly wrong.
"Here's your stuff, Mark. I gotta go.” Dana shoved the
box at him then turned to leave. Trey brushed past her and
into his brother's apartment.

****

"What was that all about?" Mark asked Trey.

"Just never mind.” Trey crossed the living room to flop
down onto the couch. Mark had candles lit in the kitchen and
two flashlights sat on the table in the living room. "Did you
hear how long the blackout was supposed to last?"
"No, but the original reports about the problem
starting in Canada were wrong. It started in Ohio. They're
working to get the power back on, but it could be awhile.” He
paused for a moment and saw the troubled look on his
brother’s face. “What happened between you and Dana in
the elevator?" Mark prodded.
"I said never mind. It's none of your concern.”
"I wish the two of you would learn to get along.”
"We got along pretty well in the elevator just now.”
"So why did she leave so quickly?" Mark asked.
Trey mumbled something under his breath but Mark
couldn't understand it. He didn't pry figuring it was something
his brother needed to work out with Dana.
"You stayin' the night?" Mark asked.
"I had planned to, but now with the blackout, I'm not
so sure. I got a generator at my house so I can at least run
my AC. I might head home. Got anything to drink? I'm pretty
thirsty and it got pretty hot in that elevator.” He turned his
gaze away from his brother when he realized the double
meaning of his last statement.
"Yeah, but I don't know how cold it'll be." Mark walked
to the kitchen and got out a bottle of water for his brother
then tossed it to him. "So are you gonna tell me what
happened between the two of you in the elevator?"
"You just don't give up, do you?”
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 "When have you ever known me to give up?" Mark
flashed his brother a wicked grin.
"Fine you wanna know, I'll tell you.” Trey took a deep
breath before he spoke again. "We agreed to bury the
hatchet and try to get along better, next thing I know, we're
stripping and fucking right there against the wall in the
elevator."
"Whoa!" Mark replied.
"Yeah. Happy now? We're getting along just fan-
fucking-tastic!" Trey rose to his feet and put the empty bottle
of water down on the kitchen table. "I'm headin' out, bro’. I'll
talk to ya later." He didn't give Mark time to reply before he
was out the door and heading for the stairs.
The heat in the stairwell was nearly unbearable,
causing Trey to remove his vest. He pulled the collar of his
shirt up over his face and wiped the sweat away. As he
brought the collar back down, he didn't see someone sitting
on the steps just below him.
"Watch it!" Dana didn’t look up to see who almost
knocked her off the step.
"Sorry.” Trey didn’t pay any attention to the person
he’d just bumped into. As he passed her, she looked up.
"Trey!" Dana jumped to her feet and threw her arms
around him. She breathed in his scent and it had her senses
stirring, her arousal for him heightening once again.
He fought to keep himself from wrapping his arms
around her. Instead, he pushed her away and avoided eye
contact."What are you doing here?"
"In case you forgot, I live in this building.” She tried to
hug him but he held her at arm’s length. She stepped away
from him with a heavy sigh. “Why won't you touch me,
Trey?"
"I think we both just got caught up in the moment back
in the elevator, Dana.”
"There was more to it than that, Trey.”
"I gotta go.” He ignored the pained look in her eyes
and resumed his trek down the stairs. She watched as he
disappeared around the corner below her.
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 "Fine! Go, you fucking coward!" Her voice echoed
through the stairwell. She walked to the door and opened it,
then turned the corner and headed to her apartment.

****

Trey pulled his Harley up in the driveway and turned

off the engine. He glanced skyward and noted the dark
storm clouds forming. He walked his motorcycle the rest of
the way up the driveway, opened the garage door and
wheeled the bike inside.
Pulling out the generator, he put gas in it and brought
it up to the house to hook it up. After a few pulls, the
generator roared to life. He closed the garage and headed
into the house, retrieving his mail from the box by the door
on the way in. He headed to his bedroom and peeled off his
clothes, relieved to feel the cool air from the air conditioner
on his skin.
He left his boxer shorts on as he headed for the
bathroom to start a shower. While waiting for the water to
warm, his thoughts drifted to Dana and the amazing sex
they'd had in the elevator. Looking in the mirror he sighed.
He could still feel the heat of her hands on his skin.
"Like I’d have a chance in hell with her,” he said to his
reflection.
He showered quickly then wrapped a towel around his
waist and headed back into his living room. As he sat down
on the couch, his phone rang. Not bothering to look at the
caller ID, he pushed the talk button and brought the phone to
his ear.
"Yeah.”
"What the hell did you say to Dana?" Mark snapped.
"Don't start with this again, Mark.”
"She just called me crying, Trey. I don’t know what
you said, but you hurt her. I think she’s in love with you.”
"That's impossible, I'm not her type."
"Well, apparently you are. She all but told me she
was," Mark said.
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 "I don't wanna talk about it.”
"Dude, I know you. I saw it on your face when you
were here. Why don't you just admit you love her?"
"I can't.”
"Why not?"
"Because she was your fiancée once upon a time not
too long ago, Mark. That's just for starters."
"So? We ain't together now.”
"I'm not her type.”
"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. You're such an idiot.”
Mark hung up on his brother before he could reply.
“You’re right, bro’. I am an idiot.” Trey rose to his feet
and headed into the kitchen.

****

Mark slammed the phone down, fuming at his brother

for being so damn stubborn. He knew Trey had it bad for
Dana, he just didn't know how to get him to admit it.
Obviously there's something between them if they made love
in the elevator a few hours ago. I know neither of them would
have if there wasn’t any emotional involvement between
them. He picked up the phone and called Dana.
"Trey?" she said when she answered.
"No," Mark replied.
"Oh. Hi, Mark. Did you talk to him? What did he say?"
"He didn't say much of anything, Dana. I can tell the
man's completely gaga over you, but he won't admit it. What
are you doing right now?"
"I just got out of the shower, I had to get out of those
sticky clothes.”
"Well, get dressed. I'll be down there in ten minutes to
pick you up.”
"Where are we going?" Mark had already hung up.
Dana placed the phone back in the cradle and headed for
her room.
She got dressed and waited for Mark to come pick her
up. When she opened the door to let him in, he told her to
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throw a few things in an overnight bag.
"Where are we going?”
"Just trust me. Go pack.” He turned her and pushed
her gently toward her room.
Dana emerged from her room a few minutes later with
a black duffel bag. Mark took the bag from her and escorted
her to his car. He dropped her duffel on the backseat then
hurried around to the driver’s side. Dana kept staring at him,
wondering where he was taking her. He cast a quick glance
and a smile at her as he pulled out of the parking lot. He
turned on the radio and kept his attention focused on the
road. After a long silence, Mark finally spoke.
"I need to know, Dana. Are you in love with my
brother?" he asked.
"Yes.” Her voice was quiet as she glanced out the
window. “Where are we—"
"Since neither of you will admit it to the other, I am
taking matters into my own hands.”
It dawned on Dana where Mark was taking her. She
argued with him and told him to turn around and take her
home.
"Nope. Not happenin’. Not until the both of you stop
fighting it."
Letting out a heavy sigh, Dana pouted in the front
passenger seat, crossing her arms in front of her and staring
blankly out the window.
"See? He's not here. Take me home." Dana noted
Trey's motorcycle wasn't parked in the driveway.
"He's home. His bike's probably in the garage. You're
not getting out of it that easily." Mark cut off the engine, got
out of the car and pulled Dana’s bag from the back seat.
She saw Trey at the front door, wearing just a pair of
jeans, his hair still wet from his shower. Damn he looks good
enough to eat!
"What's she doing here?" Trey snapped as he held
the door open for them.
"I brought her here because the two of you are gonna
stop fighting the obvious feelings you have for each other,"
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Mark explained as he brushed by his brother and into the
house. Dana followed quickly, her arm brushing against
Trey's bare chest as she entered. The slight contact caused
his heart beat to increase and a jolt of awareness to shoot
through him.
Crossing the living room to sit on the couch, Dana sat
with her arms folded in front of her, refusing to look at either
of them. Mark took Trey by the arm and forced him to sit
next to Dana on the couch. She scooted away from him
while shooting a harsh glare at Mark.
"Okay, Dana. I'm gonna ask you again. Are you in
love with my brother?"
She continued to glare at him and refused to answer.
"Dana?"
She nodded then turned her gaze away from him, her
cheeks flushing a deep pink.
"Trey, are you in love with Dana?"
Trey also refused to answer and kept his focus on the
floor.
"You stubborn ass.”
"What?"
"Just answer the question.”
"Yes. Okay? Yes. I'm in love with Dana! What's your
point?"
"My work is done here. The rest is up to the two of
you." He left neither of them any time to respond when he
crossed the room and walked out the door.

****

After Mark left them alone, both of them refused to

acknowledge what they’d just admitted to. After a long
silence, Dana finally spoke.
"Mark forced me to come here, Trey. I'll call a cab and
go home.” She rose to her feet and pulled out her cellphone.
"Do you have a phonebook?"
"In the kitchen.” He watched as she made her way
toward the kitchen. Why am I letting her leave? Dana
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returned a few minutes later and stood at the doorway,
watching as cars passed by out front and refusing to look at
him.
"Taxi should be here in about ten minutes.”
As the taxi pulled up out front, she grabbed her bag
and headed out the door. Trey rose to his feet and followed
her out. He watched as she approached the cab and saw
her wipe a tear from her eye. He caught up with her and
grabbed her arm before she could get into the cab. He pulled
her away from the door, held her around the waist and
leaned over to tell the driver he wasn’t needed after all.
Trey took Dana's bag in one hand, her hand in the
other and led her back into the house. He felt her trying to
pull away and tightened his grip. He tossed her bag inside
the door, turned and pulled her to him. Cradling her face in
his hands, he kissed her softly.
"Mark's right. We need to stop fighting this."
He brought his lips to hers again and felt the heat and
desire rise to the surface again. Her arms found their way
around his neck. She ran her fingers through his hair and
pulled him in for a deeper kiss. Breaking the kiss and trying
to catch her breath, she looked him in the eye.
“Trey," she whispered.
"Sshh.”
He took her hand and led her into the house. She
stopped just inside the door and felt it close against her
back. He turned, picked her up and carried her to his room.
He laid her gently on the bed and lowered himself over her
while he kissed her again. He felt her hands on his waist,
reaching for the snap on his jeans. He rose to his feet to
allow her to remove his jeans, then helped her to her feet
and began removing her t-shirt and bra.
After he removed her shorts, he took a step back and
admired her body. "God you're beautiful."
They fell to the bed, their lips engaged in a heated,
passionate kiss. He rolled onto his back and pulled her over
him.
Dana straddled his hips with her legs and felt his rigid
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shaft against her moist opening. She reached down with
one hand and guided his cock into her. He let out a soft
grunt while she lowered herself fully onto his throbbing
erection. She ran her hands up his chest and stopped at
each of his nipples, gently encircling them before she leaned
in and kissed him, her hair falling around them.
She smiled softly through their kiss. "I love you, Trey."
He put his knees up in the air with his feet on the bed
which allowed her to lean back against his legs and take him
deeper inside her. She rode him slowly, feeling the
sensations of another orgasm already beginning to spread
throughout her body.
He cupped one breast in each of his hands and
caressed them gently, rolling the nipples through his fingers
and causing her to let out a soft moan.
"Come for me, baby. Come on my cock," he
whispered when he felt her movements increase.
He grabbed her hips to guide her up and down,
pushing himself deeper inside her. Their pace quickened
and she felt her body start to tremble. Trey felt her inner
muscles clench around his cock, causing him to lose control.
He thrust harder into her, his body rigid and his breathing
ragged as he flew over the edge with her. They each cried
out the other’s name as they came.
His body fell limp and she collapsed on top of him,
both of them desperately trying to catch their breath. She
slid off of him and stretched out beside him on the bed, her
head resting on his shoulder.
He put his arm around her and cradled her close. "I
love you, too, Dana." He placed a gentle kiss on her
forehead.
"I guess we buried the hatchet.” She wrapped herself
further around him and drifted off to sleep.
"You can say that again.” Trey felt her relax against
him and sighed contently before he joined her in slumber.

THE END

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 About the Author

Ms. Vincent was born and raised in the great state of

Michigan, where she’s remained a resident for her entire
life and has worked in a local assembly plant for the past
15 years. She also enjoys reading, movies and listening
to 80s tunes on her mp3 player when she’s not working
or writing her next story.
Her work in erotic fiction only began a few years ago, but
she’s always been a writer through works of poetry,
blogging, fiction and as far back as the high school
newspaper. She gets her inspiration from the people in
her life, songs she hears on the radio or just her wild
imagination.
She holds a distinction in the world of erotic romance as
being one of the few authors who remains happily single.
Her style comes from the passion, hunger and variety of
always being able to call the shots on her own.
Visit Vivian Vincent on the web:
http://www.vivianvincent.2ya.com

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